Echoes of Wonderland

Under the influence (pt.2)

TRIGGER WARNING - Hot shit PART TWO

Chloe's POV

- These are in the way, babe. - The words slip out, edged with impatience.

But I don't care. I can't care. The sight of Red, still partially clothed, is driving me wild, my need for her consuming every rational thought.

My eyes lock onto hers, the hunger there impossible to hide, dark and raw. She doesn't need me to say it twice. With a swift, practiced motion, she peels off the last of her clothing, discarding it with the urgency that matches my own. My gaze remains fixed, intense, filled with the fiery desire that's been simmering inside me.

Red straddles me, her body trembling with anticipation, and I instinctively grip her hips, guiding her down until our skin meets with a spark that sends electricity through both of us. My fingers slide between us, seeking out the places I know will drive her wild. I can feel her heat, the slickness that greets me, and it only fuels my need to claim her in every way.

I don't hesitate as my fingers find her most sensitive spots, moving with firm, deliberate precision. The way Red reacts, the way her breath hitches and her body quivers under my hands, is intoxicating. Her moan is soft at first, a breathless sound that sends a shiver down my spine, but as I push her closer to the edge, it grows louder, more desperate.

My touch is calculated—teasing, demanding, knowing exactly what she craves but giving just enough to leave her on the brink. I watch her, every reaction, every gasp, feeding my own desire. The power I hold over her, the way I can make her body respond, ignites something deep within me.

- Chlo. - She gasps, my name spilling from her lips in a breathless whisper that makes my heart race. - You're driving me insane.

She manages, her voice strained with need.

A smirk tugs at my lips. I know exactly what I'm doing, and I revel in the control I have over her.

- Ride me, Red. - I command, my voice low and firm, the dominance seeping through every word. - Show me what you've got.

She begins to move, her hips grinding against me, but I keep my touch just out of reach, teasing her, keeping her on the edge without letting her fall. I can see the frustration mixing with her desire, and it only makes me want to take her further, to push her until she's begging.

- Fuck, baby. - She gasps, her voice thick with frustration and desire. - I need more.

- Not so fast. - I growl, my tone commanding as I keep the pace slow, deliberate. - I want to feel every inch of you. You're not rushing this.

I watch as she struggles, her breaths coming out ragged, her moans growing louder with each passing second. The slow, teasing pace is torture for her, and I can feel her desperation building, but I don't relent. My touch remains firm, restrained, keeping her right on the brink.

- Chloe, stop fucking teasing me. - She whimpers, her voice breaking with need. - I need to come—

Her words are cut off by a moan as I continue my relentless teasing, applying just enough pressure to keep her teetering on the edge but not letting her fall. The control I have over her is exhilarating, and I can't help the low growl of appreciation that escapes me.

- God, you're incredible. - I murmur, my voice rough with desire as I feel her body respond to every touch, every command. - Touch yourself for me, Bae. Let me see how good it feels.

Her response is immediate, one hand reaching up to her chest, her fingers teasing her own skin, while the other braces against my shoulder for support. I watch her intently, my eyes never leaving her face as she rides my hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her moans growing louder as she edges closer to release.