Bloody Rose

chapter 3

Ronnie's POV:

I lay in bed, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the ocean outside Miami beach house. But my mind wasn't calm. Last night's events replayed like a vivid movie, haunting me.

Cheyenne's lips, soft and inviting, lingered in my memory. The way they wrapped around my tip, sending shivers down my spine. My body responded, stiffening in my boxers.

"Damn it," I muttered, frustration etched on my face. "I can't get her out of my head."

I tossed and turned, unable to shake the desire coursing through me. Cheyenne's presence had awakened something within me, something I couldn't ignore.

As I recalled her sparkling eyes, her playful smile, and her infectious laugh, my longing intensified. Why had I let her go? Why hadn't I taken the chance?

The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted my restlessness. I threw off the covers and rose from bed, seeking a distraction.

A jog along the beach, perhaps? Or a cold shower?

But nothing seemed to erase Cheyenne's presence from my mind.

"Ronnie, buenos días!" Mami called from downstairs.

I took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen, hoping a morning with Mami would shift my focus.

As I entered, Mami's warm smile greeted me. "What's troubling you, m'hijo?"

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Mami's knowing gaze told me she already sensed something.

"Just thinking about someone," I admitted.

Mami's expression softened. "Cheyenne, perhaps?"

My eyes widened. "How did you know?"

Mami chuckled. "A mother knows these things. You've been distant since last night."

I sighed, taking a seat beside her. "I don't know what to do, Mami. I feel... drawn to her."

Mami's gentle touch on my hand offered comfort. "Follow your heart, Ronnie. But be honest with yourself and Cheyenne. That's the only way to truly know what's meant to be."

Her words echoed within me as I pondered my next move.

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Cheyenne's POV:

I woke up with a throbbing headache, courtesy of last night's excessive drinking. Groggily, I stumbled out of bed, searching for water and ibuprofen.

Laughter echoed from the living room, followed by snickers and teasing remarks. Curiosity got the better of me, and I staggered out to join my gal pals.

That's when I saw it – a video playing on someone's phone, showcasing my questionable dance moves from the previous night. My eyes widened as I watched myself grinding on Ronnie, my hips swiveling to the beat.

Mortification set in.

My friends turned to me, grinning mischievously. "There she is, Miss Twerkaholic!" they chimed in unison.

A new nickname, apparently.

I buried my face in my hands, laughing despite my embarrassment. "You guys are ridiculous."

But beneath the humor, a flutter in my chest reminded me of Ronnie's captivating smile and the sparks flying between us.

"Cheyenne, you were on fire last night!" one friend exclaimed.

"More like on Ronnie," another quipped, eliciting giggles.

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Shut up, guys."

As they continued teasing, I couldn't shake the memory of Ronnie's hands on my waist, her eyes locked onto mine.

Did last night mean something?

Or was it just a drunken mistake?

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Ronnie's POV:

"I have to see her again!" I mentally yelled, grabbing my keys and rushing out of the house. I was still in my sports bra and gray sweats, but I didn't care.

I jumped into my truck and drove to her apartment, adhering to the speed limits despite my racing thoughts.

As I arrived, I used the spare key her father gave me to enter her apartment. The sound of laughter greeted me. Cheyenne was surrounded by friends, but my focus was solely on her.

I strode over, swept her up, and crushed my lips to hers. Our bodies melded together.

My hunger for her touch consumed me. I yearned for her fingers to explore every inch of me.

Last night's memories flooded my mind – her soft lips, her whispered gasps, her eager response.

Being intersex, I'd faced insecurities, but Cheyenne's desire dissolved doubts. She cherished every part of me.

As our kiss deepened, her friends discreetly slipped away.

"Ronnie," Cheyenne breathed.

"I couldn't stay away," I confessed.

Cheyenne's smile ignited a fire within me.

"I couldn't stay away either," she whispered.

Our lips met again, and the world around us melted away. I scooped Cheyenne up, cradling her in my arms as I strode to the bedroom. Our urgency was palpable.

Clothes were shed along the way, torn off in haste as our lips hungrily collided. Buttons popped, fabric ripped, and the sound of our ragged breathing filled the air.

We tumbled onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and desire. Cheyenne's hands roamed my body, tracing the contours of my chest, my hips, my thighs.

My own hands explored her curves, reveling in the softness of her skin. Every touch ignited a fire that threatened to consume us.

Our lips parted, and Cheyenne's eyes locked onto mine. "I want you, Ronnie," she whispered.

"I want you too," I replied.

Our mouths merged again, tongues dancing in perfect sync.

The world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, lost in this whirlwind of passion.

I slid my hand up her thigh as I aline myself with her entrance and slowly slip all 11ins inside her as I gasped in pleasure. I felt her legs lock around my waist.  I leaned down, hooking my arms under her shoulder blades as I started to thrust faster and faster as we both moaned in unison. I could feel her body shake like a bubble about to erupt with every thrust of my hips, our minds going blank as we continue to make passionate love . My hand travels up her body to her neck as I softly choke her a smile painted on her face as I start to thrust faster to the point the bed started to slam hard against the wall loudly with every thrust . I could feel every ounce of lust pouring from her as her legs began to shake . " Daddy," she moaned in my ear as I felt myself get harder at the sound of that. I speed up more, my trusts now becoming brutal and dangerous, and she screamed in pleasure. " don't stop ah fuck yes ahhh don't stop " I could feel myself getting closer as my eyes rolled back as I began to moan as well " fuck babygirl you take daddy's cock so well " I said as her eyes lite up like diamonds . I continued to trust faster and harder as I felt her start to arch into me " that's is babygirl arch for daddy TAKE DADDYS COCK SUCH A GOOD LITTLE SLUT " I scream in pleasure as I feel her legs begin to buckle and shake faster " permission to cum daddy " the sound her her asking made me about to burst right then and there . "Granted" I said as I pumped my hips one more time and came deep inside her pussy as I panted I felt her cum all over my cock . I kiss her lips then she and I both passed out from exhaustion