Page 32 of I See Red

Sneaking up behind her, I wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her back into my chest.

“Ready for some adrenaline of our own, little flame?” Her ass curls into me, my words cutting through her like knives. My hand keeps her frozen in place as I drag the other down her, carving out all of her beautiful curves with the tips of my fingers. Making their way back up to her shoulders, gripping them firmly, I flip her around. I watch the startle of my actions snatch her breath, my eyes scanning hers, taking her in, as I watch those dark brown eyes begin to fuck me before we’ve even begun. Slowly, I start walking backward, creating space between us, unbuttoning my shirt one by one.

“Quítatelo todo para mí pequeña llama.”

“Take it all off for me, little flame,” I direct her.

Immediately, she starts ripping her clothes off, throwing them across the room. No dance, no tease, just her feral and secure in her skin. She doesn’t even realize how attractive her confidence makes her to me. I eat that shit up, and that’s exactly what I plan to do, and I always clean my fucking plate.

Undoing my pants, I watch her standing there in front of the bar, bare and exposed, her mask seeming less sturdier with each second passing. I wonder if she’s nervous. Do nerves even exist within her realm of her mind? Does she get scared or overthink? I wouldn’t sayI’ma nervous man, but I would say I have nervesabout our entire situation. I often wonder if she does, too, or only Ivy and I? Either way, I allow the thought to trail off as quickly as it came when her voice breaks the intensity.

“We standing here or fucking? I got a bet to win and joy tofullybask in once Hamilton crosses that finish line first.” Her words ignite a smile across my face as my fingers clear the corners of my lips, fighting it. Fuck, every part of her makes me smile. She’s the type of woman who would have changed the world if she chose to. The kind that men would have gladly followed into war. What’s crazy when I think about it is it’s not even her majestic body or smoking hot looks—it’s her mind. She is fucking brilliant, and she knows it. Calculated and unafraid to go after what she wants no matter who it offends or the repercussions. She’s dangerous in a completely sane way. She’s the entire reason this country hasn’t had a female president. She’s what old men in power everywhere are terrified of, and today, she’s all mine.

Cocking a brow, she twirls her hair in front of her face waiting patiently for my direction.Such a good little flame.

“On the bar now,” I bite.

She immediately turns to it, momentarily looking back as a grin graces her face before her long arms rip across, removing everything from it in one sweep. Decanters crash to the floor, glass shattering at both ends, the smell of thousands of dollars now only a scent that fills the room. If I wasn’t about to be face-deep in her, I’d probably feel some type of way. I hate wasted money. That’s Red, though. She’s not any other girl. She’s her, and something about that makes all her quirks, imperfections, and flaws fucking hot and inviting.

Lifting herself up, she drops her ass on the checkered bar top, causing recoil on every inch of her body. The most beautiful earthquake I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I want to be its first victim taken deep into its swells.

Her legs crossed, both arms firmly planted behind her, a laugh escapes her before her words begin trickling out. “Tik—T”

“Spread them,” I growl, cutting her off as I approach her.

She does exactly as I request.Such a good girl.It’s amazing how someone who is so used to giving directions handles taking them so well.

“Good little flame. Wider.”

“You hungry love?” she asks.

“Starved, Amor.”

My steps head in her direction my cock engorged. Subconsciously, I reach for it, pulling, trying to relieve the ache it feels. It’s fucking throbbing, and my desire to have her wrapped around it almost outweighs my desire to eat, but not quite. Lowering myself, I place my head between her thighs, my breath teasing her as I watch her pulse in urgency for me. For my mouth. I flick my tongue abruptly between her lips, a jolt consumes her body as the pressure hits her clit all at once. Her hands grasp my hair, needing something to hold onto, and in an instant, my hunger takes over. I want to consume her entire fucking soul. Her legs draped down my back, I grab her from behind, lifting her off the bar and onto my face. Her moans begin filling the alcohol-scented room as I twirl and taunt her with my tongue. I slam her back into the large window, looking out onto the track, her ass against it for all to see, my cock on full display to the world. My fingers dig into her thighs as she rocks her hips back and forth, riding my face. The friction of her back against the glass screeching beneath her moans.

“Fuck,” escapes her as my tongue enters her pussy again, her hips now rolling faster, chasing her climax. I reach one hand up, threading her nipple through my fingers, pulling, and taunting her even further, the acceleration in her breaths reminding me just how well I know her.She loves her fucking nipples touched. Come for me, little flame.

“Take your time, little flame,”I direct her, not wanting her to let it soar before she’s good and ready. I know she needs this more than me, to be catered to, serviced without servicing in return, just a sexual encounter all about her; no thought, no plan, just pure enjoyment with zero control for her to hold or wield. A sexual release all about her. Watching her climb it is a type of euphoria I can’t explain. Her breath quickens as I pin her harder against the glass, one hand grasping her throat as the other pins her at the sternum. My tongue raging war between her thighs when suddenly her climax reaches a high, her hands digging tighter into my hair as she rides it out, allowing me to devour all of her.

“We’re coming in on lap forty-nine with only seven left, and Ryan, this race has certainly been one for the books.”

“It sure has, Bill. Earlier, I said Haas had zero hope of a podium today, but talk about an underdog story. Nico Hülkenberg started this race without a pole position, taking lap one in 19th place, and now he’s at war with Mercedes, who has dropped into second with .0169 seconds to make up to reclaim the first place position they held this entire race now held by Leclerc from Team Ferrari.”

“What does eating crow taste like Ryan?”

“Honestly, Bill, fantastic. It’s an amazing story for the American-owned team, who has fought their way season after season, hoping to hold a podium, and today, they just might for the first time ever here at their home circuit. And that’s the American dream, Bill, if I ever saw one, and the true comeback story of today’s race.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Ryan. Only a few laps to go here at the F1 Circuit of Americas race this beautiful Sunday. We all know, one lap can change everything; we’ve seen it time and time again, so there’s a lot of race still left on that track”.

“It’s anyone’s game, Bill.”

Her legs fall down the sides of my shoulders as I hold onto her, allowing her to slowly slide down me. I waste no time as her pussy brushes against the head of my cock, sending my desires into a rage. Grasping her by the back of her knee, lifting it, my urge coming to fruition as I penetrate deep inside of her without warning, my tongue, and her orgasm the only preparation she had. Her whimpers sing as I meet her gem with my cock, giving me full satisfaction, that nothing could ever prepare her for me. Isn’t that the story of our lives? Brushing her lips against mine, her eyes bare her soul, allowing me to see beneath her surface as I thrust into her deeper and deeper, her pussy kissing my cock every inch of the way. My hand squeezing her neck tighter, our breaths escaping match for match, nothing but moans as our breaths trail off one another’s, our eyes locked in, and the world around us vanishes completely. The vibration of the glass is our only reminder of reality. Our cores, entangled in a way they’ve dreamed of, and for a moment, as I stare at her balls deep, I am afraid she could hurt me, ruin me even. It’s possible that I never knew how much Red could obliterate me until this very moment, right here and now, with my cock buried deep inside her. I thought I knew love; fuck was I wrong. I’m not in control when it comes to her. No, I am powerless. I was always just better at pretending than she was.

“I love you” slips off my lips.

“I love you too,” her words a gasp.

Looking out the window, the crowd rages as the racers fight to victory in the final lap. “Mercedes and Ferrari fighting turn for turn for first place with Haas and Red Bull trailing behind.”

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