Page 11 of Red Snow
AFTER THE TAXIdrops us off right next to my black Dodge Challenger Hellcat that I chose not to drive tonight, we walk up the steps to my apartment with our shoulders touching. Brandi is a little tipsy, and I’m definitely further along than that, but not so far that I can’t take care of business. I’m not sure there’s such a thing as beingthatfar along.
We step over the threshold and I flick on lights so we don’t trip over anything. Brandi takes in the two-bedroom apartment while I make my way into the kitchen to wash my face off again and grab a couple of drinks for us. I don’t expect us to finish them, so I make sure they’re nothing expensive.
“This is a nice place,” Brandi says as she makes her way down the hall towards the bedrooms. “Do you have a roommate?”
I pull two wine glasses from the cupboard and grab a bottle of inexpensive wine. “Nah, I don’t.”
“No? Oh. What made you decide to get a place with two bedrooms then?”
“Umm,” I have to stall.
Now let’s see—just how much information am I willing to disclose to this woman I just met tonight? The real reason I have two fully furnished bedrooms is to have sex somewhere other than where I sleep. Sometimes that fact rubs women the wrong way, so I tend to keep it to myself. However, the liquor coursing through me tends to be like truth serum.
“I sleep in one and I fuck in the other,” I tell her, not even bothering to make eye contact, although I can feel her staring at me from the hallway.
“You have an extra room just to have sex in?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wow, that’s . . . interesting.”
“Yeah. I could lie if you want,” I say as I pour the white wine. “I could say it’s just the room I entertain in, or I used to have a roommate, or whatever. I just prefer to be honest.”
“No, I don’t want you to lie about it,” she replies. “I like that you’re brutally honest. You don’t bullshit or allow people to have the wrong expectations of you. I like that. So, are these your parents?”
I grab the two glasses and look to see Brandi standing in the hallway staring at the pictures on the wall. People seem to always gravitate towards the picture of my parents. They have faces that grab people’s attention, I guess. The pic she’s staring at is the same image I have tattooed on my chest.
“Yeah,” I answer briefly.
“Aww, that’s cute. Are you close with them?”
“They died when I was sixteen. Car accident.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. That’s what I get for prying,”
“It’s okay. Not the first time that’s happened.” I take a seat on my dark gray couch and place both glasses of wine on the glass coffee table in the center of the living room. I can tell Brandi is really regretting asking about my parents and now she’s feeling awkward. After a moment of silence, she manages to make her way back into the living room and sits down next to me, picking up her wine glass and taking a swig. I sip mine too, trying to think through the fog of liquor and come up with a plan to get this woman into my guest room.
“So,” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“So are you planning on fucking me in your room that’s designated specifically for sex?” she asks, raising one eyebrow and grinning.
“I wouldn’t say going in there is the plan,” I tell her, putting my wine glass back on the table. “The only plan is to fuck you. The plan is to make you come. Hard. Often. It doesn’t matter if it’s in there or right here on this couch. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the kitchen or in my shower. It doesn’t matter if it’s on this floor. But I will fuck you, and you will come. Hard. Often.”
Brandi locks eyes with me as she struggles to control her breathing. I can hear her trying to contain it, but she has to concentrate and swallows hard, giving her desire away.
She puts her glass on the table and leans back on the couch. “Then do it.”
There’s no more need for words. Without hesitation, I move my mouth to hers like we’ve been doing this our whole lives and the next thing I know, our tongues are dancing together. The heat between us is palpable and I’m pretty sure my cock is rock hard in less than ten seconds, and from the way she’s kissing me, I know Brandi is as ready as can be. She moans as we kiss and the sound is erotic as fuck.
I tell her to stick her tongue out so I can suck it, and you’d think she’d never heard anything like that before. Her eyes bulge and she gasps before finally giving her tongue to me. I suck it as seductively as I know how and she moans into my mouth, filled with pleasure and desire like never before.
Once I’m done with her tongue, I move my mouth to her neck and suck her skin. I even bite down a little, causing her to let out a surprised squeak that puts a smile on my face. While I suck her neck, I let my hands travel down her body, pausing briefly at her tits, before sliding down her stomach. I let one hand land on her hips, while the other slips between her thighs. I feel the heat coming off of her and her body reacts to me, pulling itself closer to me, craving my attention. It won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ve got all of this covered.
Our mouths meet again, but while we kiss, I move her panties to the side and slip one finger into her. She’s wet in a way that I can’t explain. Waterfall. That’s the only word that comes to mind when describing how wet Brandi is for me.
I let her juices coat my finger before I pull out and rub it over the top of her clit. She gasps and I grin as we continue kissing. I rub her clit back and forth, but not soft like an amateur. No, I rub it the way she would rub it if she were masturbating, circles right on top of her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. In seconds, all of my fingers are covered in her wetness and she’s moaning like we’re already fucking. She starts to breathe heavy and moan in higher and higher pitches. I know it’s about to happen. She’s right there and I want it. I need it. Now that we’re here, it’s all I care about. Her pleasure is my pleasure. I pull my mouth away from hers and bend over so I can focus on her pussy—it gets all of my attention. I rub her clit with all four of my fingers, now completely soaked, and I use my other hand to slide two fingers inside of her.
“Jesus motherfucking Christ!” she screams the second I put my fingers in her, and it only takes another five or six seconds before she explodes all over me. She lets out a carnal scream that fills up the entire apartment as she clenches her legs and curls her toes until they turn pale white. I even feel a small squirt of liquid in the palm of my hand as she comes. I actually made her squirt. Holy fucking shit!
