Red Hot Night (Trick or Treat Collaboration)

“I’m yours. I’m yours,” she pants, reaching up and grabbing my shoulders to pull me down. Our mouths connect in a sloppy kiss. I line my cock up with her slit, rubbing it up and down until both of us are shaking and my tip is soaked with our juices.

“This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I want you inside of me.”

I push through her sheath. It’s tighter than a glove, choking my shaft. I pull out and in, giving her more, one inch at a time.

“You’re mine,” I grunt as I slam through her thin barrier. I can barely contain my need to come. The only thing that stops me is the tears falling from her tightly shut eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Just give me a minute.”

“All the time you need.” I bend down and kiss her tears while I do my best not to move my lower half. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. I think I’m ready.” She grabs my cheeks and kisses me. The bold move causes my cock to jerk and spurt a little more pre-come lubing her core enough for me to work myself in and out of her depths. Slowly her face changes from pain to lust-filled desire. Once we’re both on the same page, I press my hands to the mattress and start thrusting faster and faster. She wraps her legs around my waist, linking her ankles, accepting me until her pussy pulses out of control, squeezing and making me come.

“Fuck. That was amazing.”

“Oh my, have I been missing out.”

“Do you think you have it in you to do that all again?”

“Nothing wrong with trying.”

Chapter Eight

Lena

It’s only four in the morning and I’m lying naked, innocent no more, with the sexiest man alive by my side, and I know nothing about him except he seems to live beyond his means as a bartender. I spin around to look at him, pulling the covers over my breasts. He grabs the edge and tries playfully to tug it back down.

“Um…I need to ask you something. Um…” I stammer, holding the material tightly in my hand.

He brushes a stray hair off my face, peering into my soul as if he’s mesmerized by me. “Anything.”

I finally gather the nerve and blurt out, “Um…Do you sell drugs or something?”

Laughing, he barks out, “What? What kind of question is that? Shit, I thought you would go with assuming I was married or something.” Everett sits up, leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed but relaxed, waiting for me to continue.

“I mean, this house is way too impressive and your car costs a lot for a bartender. Wait, are you married?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Of course I’m not married. Well, at least until we get married. Maybe I make great tips.” I raise my brow to him because that’s total bullshit. What—is he stripping at the bar on weeknights? I sit up too, keeping the sheet over my chest. It’s my turn to wait for an acceptable answer.

“I don’t own the bar or work there regularly. I was doing a favor for my grandfather. It’s his place, and he had a heart attack. There are few people he trusts to run it, so that’s why I did it.”

I twist to him and press my hand on his chest, rubbing over his heart. “Sorry about your grandfather.”

He slips his arm around my waist, then snuggles me close to his side, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you. He’s resting at his home.”

I look up at him, grinning. “Since you don’t sell drugs and bartend on the side, what do you do?”

“I own a large real estate firm.”

“You sell houses?” He doesn’t give me that kind of vibe.

“No. I don’t. I buy, sell, and repair primarily business properties around the world.”

“Wow, around the world?”

“Yes. It’s a lucrative business if done right. My investments are always examined in depth before I risk making a move on a project. I was in London when my uncle called to tell me about my grandfather.”

“And you flew right back. That’s so sweet.” I’m crushing super hard right now.

Everett’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, so he continues to play off his kindness. “I’d do anything for that old coot. He’s the reason I’ve been so fortunate in life. In fact, he has no idea how great my fortunes have improved since I visited him today.” He drags me onto his lap, straddling him with the sheet no longer between us. I can feel his thick shaft along my slit, grinding against my nub. A shiver runs through me as I think about him taking me just like this.

“Getting lucky doesn’t seem like that big of a deal for a guy like you. I’m sure you can have several women a day if you wanted.”