Page 7 of Redeemed in Crimson
Today, she seems to be a woman on a mission, opening a private browser for her porn site of choice and immediately searching…wait. Baby, what are you doing?“Tall dark-haired man,” “Man on motorcycle,” “Older man,” and “Tattooed man.” Is my girl trying to find porn that looks like me?
She settles on a video that appears to have been produced to seem amateur, featuring a tall, tattooed man and a much shorter woman, neither of whom is as attractive as she and I. They’ve pulled over on a bike and parked on the side of the road. They’re frantic, as if they can’t get each other's clothing off fast enough, and the man sits the woman on the bike and rucks up her dress, drops to his knees, and starts eating her pussy like he’s starving.
I wonder if she’s touching herself right now.Fuck it.I pull my cock out, and it’s the idea of her getting off to this scene that we’re watching together, even if she doesn’t know it, that has me rock hard. It won’t take me long at all, especially with how long it’s been since my dick has shown any interest in anything.
Just as I think the woman in the video is about to get off on theless handsome imitation of me’s tongue, Sloane…fast-forwards the clip? What is she looking for? She stops forwarding briefly to watch the moment the man flips the girl over and starts roughly fucking her doggy style over the side of the bike.
Is this what you’re looking for, Angel? You’ll get this and so much more.
But then she’s forwarding again until she stops toward the end of the clip, as the camera zooms in to catch the man’s lastfrantic thrusts before he stills. With this angle, you can hear his animalistic grunts and see his balls drawing up as his dick pulses with the force of his cum filling the woman. He slowly pulls out to show a frankly impressive amount of cum flowing out of her well-used pussy.
I can feel my own orgasm approaching at the thought of filling Sloane up when she… fucking fuck me. She’s rewinding to watch him fill her up.
Jesus Christ. My perfect, perfect angel. She watches twice more before the thought of her being obsessed with this part of the clip is too much for me, and I come harder than I have in a while. Ever? Thinking of how badly she wants this and how I’m going to be the only one to ever give it to her.I’m recovering and reaching for a tissue when I realize that the last time through was apparently enough for both of us to finish, because my good girl has closed the tab and locked her phone again.
I hope we came together.
It’s one of the last times we’ll ever be apart for our climaxes. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
Chapter five
Did I just call that beautiful, perfect man a troll? I didn’t. That didn't happen. I’m almost positive I didn’t say that out loud. I would be completely positive if it wasn’t for the look on Ledger’s face. He didn’t seem offended necessarily. Just taken aback and confused. And was there a hint of amusement as well? I didn’t stay around long enough to see. I turned myself around and marched out of that building as fast as I could while trying to look normal.
“Hey, S, you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out,” Dean asks as I climb into his truck.
“I’m fine,” I insist. “It was just a little stuffy in the church, something about the air being out. It should be fixed by next week.” I guess I’m becoming a pro at lying where this church is concerned. Also, would it kill him to remember that I hate being called “S”?
Dean turns onto the road and goes in the opposite direction of the burger joint we had discussed eating at tonight aftermy practice. It takes a few more turns for me to realize we’re headed back to my apartment.
“Why are we going back to my place? What happened to dinner at Jesse’s?” I’m not going crazy. We had this conversation. He was the one who brought it up. I remember because I thought it was a strange option considering how he’s all about making sure I maintain a healthy diet.
“Did you not get my text, babe? I have a big assignment due next week, and this weekend is pretty much a bust with it being the first weekend all the guys are back. You know how they’re going to want to go out.”
“No. No, I definitely didn’t get a text.”
And no, I definitely didn’t know he was going to be “busy” with the guys all weekend. I used to get upset that I was never invited to his frat house for their busy weekends, but I’m used to it by now.
“That’s weird. I bet the service in the church is bad or something.”
The service in the church is fine.
“Anyway, I picked up a salad from that Greek place you like. It’s in the back. I really hate to cancel on you tonight.” Dean grabs my thigh right below where my dress stops and squeezes it. “I feel like we’ve hardly seen each other since you got home. I miss you, babe.”
“I miss you too, and I’d rather have the salad anyway,” I lie. I was kinda looking forward to some hot, greasy fries. That’s what I get for spending three years going on and on about how amazing salads are.
I place my hand on top of his, and my mind immediately flashes back to Ledger. The way he kissed my hand so gently.Lost in my thoughts, I pull the hand I'm holding up a little higher. What would it feel like to have that beautiful man stroking the inside of my thighs? Inching higher. Higher. Higher. Until…
I snap back to reality when I hear a breathy, “Mmm, why are your panties wet, Sloane?” I realize it’s Dean’s hand touching me, and he’s reached the apex of my thighs, stroking me right where I wanted Ledger to stroke. Except this feels wrong.
“Oh my God! What are you doing?” I clamp my legs together and shift in my seat until his hand is back in safe territory. I didn’t even realize we had made it to my apartment.
How long have we been sitting here?
He looks at me with a hunger I’ve never seen from him before, and my alarms start going off. I’ve wanted to go further for years. I’ve wanted him to look at me like that, to touch me. So why am I about to have a panic attack?
“Babe, look, I know we both want to wait until marriage, but you know it’s going to be me you marry. What if we…?”
“Dean, no!” I cut him off before swinging the door open and hopping out.
