Page 26 of Red Snow
BY THE TIMEshe shows up, I’m feeling good and tipsy. My head is spinning, not to the point that I feel like throwing up, but definitely to that great spot where I feel like doing nothing more than fucking and falling asleep after.
My emotions are a little all over the place. I sit in my favorite chair, a gray recliner with the softest cushions on planet earth, and my brain does everything it can to remind me of how today has gone. After the phone call to wake me up, the nightmarish snowman at the school, the interviews, the text from Stacey, and being completely shot down by a woman I refuse to admit I’m still in love with, I’ve just had enough. I don’t want to think anymore. It’s a sad excuse, but after all of this, I want to be numb and do shit I’ll probably regret later. The Hennessy Privilege has me halfway there, but nothing else will take me the rest of the way like some good, rough sex. I want to take my mind off of everything, even if it’s only for an hour or two. I don’t care, I just need to break free for a while, because at seven-thirty in the morning, I’ll be right back on the job again when I meet Marcus at the courthouse to get the warrant.
When I hear her knock on the door, I put the bottle of Hennessy on the coffee table and snatch the door open. Brandi stands there with her dark brown hair tied into a bun, wearing a thick Seattle Seahawks jacket over shorts that can barely be seen underneath it. I know she has to be freezing wearing that, but it sure as hell is sexy.
“Hey,” she says, smiling as she saunters into the apartment holding her jacket closed. As I shut the door, I see thick snowflakes starting to fall from the sky and stick to the roads. “Hennessy Privilege. Somebody had a long day,” Brandi says as I lock the door. When I turn around, she’s standing in the center of the living room with a sneaky smirk on her face. “Long day, Detective?” she asks.
“You could say that,” I reply.
“Well, let me see if I can help you take your mind off of things,” Brandi says, just before slowly pulling open her jacket and revealing that she’s only wearing a bra underneath it. The black shorts are as short as humanly possible, and they might as well be lingerie. She looks hot as fuck, and I can’t help but smile at the pleasant surprise.
“Wow,” I say with a grin.
Brandi drops the jacket to the floor, then reaches behind her and unfastens her bra, letting it drop to the floor as well, and with no nerves or shame whatsoever, she pushes the shorts down and they fall to her ankles. I take a deep breath and exhale it with a whoosh, while Brandi walks her completely naked body over to me and immediately goes for my belt. She’s so anxious to get me undressed, you’d think I was paying her for this. She snatches the belt off without saying a word, and the second my pants hit the floor, she falls to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. I gasp at the speed of it all, but I’m so happy I called this woman over. It’s like she’s reading my mind, because now that’s she’s here, all my worries have melted away, and if she keeps sucking my cock the way she is, I’m going to melt right into her mouth.
I let her do her thing for another minute or two, but when I decided to text her, I wanted more than just a blowjob. This is something women don’t know about me. I’m different than other men. While other guys would’ve been cool with inviting a woman over just to have her suck their dick and then kick her out, I don’t get pleasure from stuff like that. I mean, I do, but I don’t. I get the most pleasure out of knowing I’m pleasing the woman I’m with. If she’s not satisfied, I’m not satisfied. I couldn’t send Brandi away without seeing her beautiful face twisted into a gut-wrenching, crippling orgasm. Once I see that face, then I have no problem kicking her out.
I pull Brandi up by her shoulders and kiss her neck once she’s standing. She takes my dick in her hands and strokes it while I push her backwards until she bumps into the couch. Once we’re there, I slide on the Magnum condom I had waiting on the end table, and lift one of her legs up, placing it on the arm of the couch while I slowly push myself into her already dripping wet pussy. She gasps from the thickness of my nine inches, and that gasp is everything I’ve been waiting for. It’s a gasp of pleasure, and I love it.
Her breathing speeds up as I slowly slide out, then pound myself all the way back in. Her body rocks from the force and she lets out a squeal of satisfaction. I pound into her with every stroke and I have no intention of taking it slow. She needs to know that this is not love-making. This isfucking, and there will be no questions about it. I fuck her like she’s worth nothing to me, and I can tell from the elated moaning and toe curling that she loves it.
“Goddamn you’re amazing, Jarrod,” she says between labored breaths.
I don’t feel like talking, so I respond by smacking the side of her ass, immediately turning her pale skin bright red. She yells that she likes it, so I do it again, and again, and again. With each spanking, her body tightens a little more. Being the admitted man-whore that I am, I’m highly experienced in this area, and I know what this means—she’s close, and I’m anxious to push her over the edge. I smack her ass again and again, over and over, harder and harder, as her moans turn into screams and her screams turn into a drawn out, high pitched, unidentifiable sound that is music to my ears. Her orgasm sends her body into seizure-like convulsions, and her entire torso turns bright red. I smile from ear to ear as she comes down and drops her leg back to the floor. She can barely stand now and has to fall to her knees while I stand in front of her.
“Fuck!” she shouts. “What is it about you? The way you make me come is insane.”
“We’re not done. Let’s go,” is all I say in response, as I grab Brandi by the hand and force her to follow me into the guest bedroom.
There’s no need to turn on the lights because I can see the king-sized bed clearly enough as we step through the threshold. I walk until I feel my feet hit the soft white rug at the foot of the bed, and I pull Brandi in front of me and push her body onto the bed so that she’s lying face down. Her thick ass calls to me and I drop to my knees and answer the call with my tongue.
She shrieks as I push her ass cheeks apart and slide my tongue into her pussy. She’s wetter than ever as I lick her and slide two fingers inside, curling them down. I see her tense up, so I know I hit her g-spot, my favorite spot in the whole wide world. I probe my fingers on that spot, back and forth, as I lick her, turning my head so I can reach her clit.
“Goddamn it, Jarrod,” she shouts as she pushes her face down into the bed to muffle the sound.
That’s what I want to hear. I want to make it so good that she cusses at me for it. I want her so turned out that she calls me a fucking asshole for taking her to a place she’s never been before, a place only I can take her.
While she buries her face into the covers, I keep playing with her g-spot, making sure I get it nice and sensitive, because I have plans for it. Every move I make sends her body reeling, so I know she’s ready, but I’m not ready to end it just yet. I pull my fingers out and hear her let out a disappointed exhale. She was ready, but I’m making her wait for it. I smack her ass and make her chirp, then I lick her clit one more time to surprise her, before finally climbing on and pushing myself into her again. She lays on her stomach and grips the sheets while I fuck her in the prone position. I straddle her ass and grip it tight with both hands while I pound in and out of her, doing my best to push my cock downwards to hit her g-spot. This is my favorite position, and as she screams her way to the edge of a vicious orgasm, I feel myself getting close. No stopping now.
She yells while I fuck her relentlessly and the next thing I know, both of us fall off the cliff of ecstasy and come in harmony. Her screams mix with my moans and convulsions and it’s a beautiful scene. I fall over and land on the bed next to her with sweat pouring off of me as I remove the condom and toss it on the floor.
“Jarrod Granger, you are a monster,” she says, breathing heavily. All I do is smile and try to catch my breath.
That was just what I needed. I don’t think about anything now. I’m still feeling tipsy, and I just fucked all my problems away, now I can go to sleep. Just as that thought hits my mind and I start trying to think of a way to tell Brandi to leave, I feel the bed shift as she gets up.
“Well, that was totally worth the drive over,” she says. “You can text me to come over forthatany time!”
“You’re leaving?” I ask from the bed, because I’m confused that she’s doing this without me having to tell her.
“Yeah,” she replies with a smile. “I mean, that’s what you want, right?”
I’m shocked that’s she’s so willing to fuck and leave, but I’m glad I don’t have to go through an awkward conversation to get her out. She’s kind of like me, and I’m not sure if I hate it or like it.
“Yeah, it is,” I admit without any guilt. “I’m just shocked that it’s whatyouwant?”
“Why, because I’m a woman? Women like casual sex, too. It’s all good, Jarrod, you won’t have to worry about me getting attached. We’re good, and like I said, you’re a fucking monster in the sack. You can hit me up any time, but for now I’ve gotta go. I’ve got work in the morning. I’ll see you next time.”
As I lay there on the bed, Brandi walks out of the room. In the living room I hear her sliding on her shorts and slipping on her big jacket, zipping it up this time. The next sound I hear is the door being opened and closed as she walks out of the apartment.
I guess this is how it’ll be for me now. I plan on focusing on this case one hundred percent, and I’ll call on Brandi for some late night orgasms every now and then. Whatever it takes to keep my mind off Stacey.
It’s not often it happens, but after a day this long, it’s no wonder it only takes me a second to fall asleep in the guest bedroom.
