Page 5 of A Little Red
Episode 4
Liam’s Apartment
Liam
Liam gently tugged the little puff of a sleeve down off her shoulder while his tongue traced the top swell of Scarlet’s breast. She let out a moan and he ran his hand down her back pulling the zipper with it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The costume had been doing all the support work and when he pulled the other sleeve down it left her topless in a frothing pool of netting and lace. He pulled away and Scarlet made a panicked noise that stroked his ego more than any compliment.
He kissed her while he finished stripping out of his shirt and pants. The cab ride home from Maxim’s had tested his self-control on so many levels. He knew the cabbie had noticed the way Liam kept a possessive hand on her thigh the entire ride, but he had been struggling to keep his claws from growing—letting go of her hadn’t really been an option. The scent of Scarlet had become richer as they drove, filling his nostrils and pushing his instinctual self to the forefront. And when they had reached his apartment he hadn’t bothered with words—he wasn’t sure he could have. He simply pulled her into his bedroom.
Not that she had protested. The only time she had objected to anything was when he’d stopped touching her. That was definitely fine with him. He planned on touching, tasting and fucking her for the rest of the damn night.
He pushed Scarlet back onto the bed and removed the ruffle covered panties. Then he dove beneath the froth, testing, exploring and tasting, allowing her to fill up every sense. Knowing that the skirt would cover any irregularities, he let the mask slide a little. His teeth became longer and his tongue wider, stronger and more agile.
Scarlet moaned, her legs quaking, her hands buried in his fu…hair. Her taste was intoxicating as he wrapped his tongue around her clit.
“Wolf! Wolf! Oh God, Wolf!”
She was writhing underneath his tongue and he reveled in the control he had of her body. He slowed down, making her wait, teasing his tongue inside her and then out to flick up to her clit. She was panting and shaking, her hands locked in his hair.
“Wolf, please! Please, Wolf!”
Beneath her skirt he grinned and lapped her entire pussy, spreading his tongue wide to take in everything. Once he had satisfied himself, he gave her what she wanted. Concentrating on her clit, she came moments later. He carefully made sure his face was appropriate and stood up.
He stripped her dress off and pulled on a condom.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
“Yes, Wolf,” she gasped, still breathless, and crawled onto the center of his bed on all fours. The sight of her there, round ass and sweet little pussy in the air, swaying back and forth a little, waiting for him, made him achingly hard.
He mounted her and took her with hard, driving thrusts, claiming her inside and out. Wanting nothing more than to own her entirely.
She screamed his name, her hands clenching the sheets into her fists. He gave her a moment and then continued on until she was moaning and panting again.
“Wolf! Wolf! Please Wolf! More!”
Her voice was strained and high, begging him to do what he wanted to do anyway. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had made him want to fuck her in all of his shapes. He could feel the hackles rising along his spine as he got closer to coming. He knew he probably ought to back off and be a little softer. Humans didn’t always like what he liked.
“God, yes, Wolf, harder!”
She arched and begged, submitting to him utterly and he growled in approval.
He leaned into her, seizing her by the shoulder, as he thrust and nipped her on the back of the neck. She came in a hard jerk, clenching around him so hard that he came too and they collapsed onto the sheets.
Scarlet
Scarlet roused herself from a half-dream state and tried to pry herself out from under Liam. He growled as she clumsily exited the bed, her arms and legs not quite answering her commands.
“Bathroom,” she said, in response to his complaint, and he subsided back onto the pillows.
She staggered into the bathroom and clutched at the sink. Her braids had a nimbus of small loose hairs and one had become half unraveled. Her lips were swollen from kissing and her mascara had smeared down her face. She swiped at her cheeks with a piece of toilet paper; trying to look a little less like she’d just been fucked so good that she’d cried.
Scarlet took a deep breath and let it out again. She had fucked Liam Grayson. She had fucked the boss. She was in such deep shit if anyone ever found out. It was never the boss who got fired in these situations. There were so many red flags on this entire evening. He was her boss. He had said she belonged to him and he’d certainly acted like he owned every inch of her. She bit her lip remembering the feeling of his lips, his tongue, his hands, and how it felt to have him inside of her. She couldn’t help thinking that if belonging to him meant she could have him whenever she wanted… No. She shook her head. It was ridiculous—she was a modern woman—she didn’t believe in that kind of thing. She should be offended. She shouldn’t like that… right? That was bad? Except she didn’t feel bad. She felt like she’d just had the best sex of her entire life.
She looked at the door to the bedroom and tried to figure out her next move.
Go back in there and suck his dick until she made him as crazed as he had made her.
No. She should be sensible. She should…
