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“Did you text him?” Mom asked, trying to pour wine into her glass when the bottle was clearly empty.
I laughed as she pouted. “I did.”
“Good girl. You go enjoy him and I’m going to continue getting drunk by myself.”
I blew her a kiss. We said our goodbyes and I told her I would see her soon, when I would drive up to spend a week with her. I couldn’t wait to see her but for now, I would do what she suggested and have some fun.
When my phone buzzed, I knew that this would be it and my world was about to change. I just wasn’t sure if it would be for the better.
***
(Sammy)
I never wanted her. Not in the way one would think. She deserved better. Far better than someone like me. I was angry. Hated mostly everyone around me except for a select few and even then, their happiness pissed me off most days.
I was elated for them. I really was. But I didn’t have that same happiness. Not that I went out looking for it or anything.
Amber Bishop was the exception. She was my undoing. She broke down the walls I had spent years building. I masked my pain with humor and crude remarks, but she saw right through me. Even when I was mean to her, she would cross her arms under her chest and stare me down. Every time I told her exactly what was on my mind, whether it be nice or not, her cheeks would turn a nice shade of red and her eyes would darken. My words, no matter how hurtful or to the point they were, turned her on. Because she knew I didn’t mean them. Which was the truth.
The things I was into and the women I had sex with bordered on the more extreme version of kink. But I made sure it was safe, sane, and consensual. Always.
If they wanted me to slap them around, bruise them, or mark them up, as long as an agreed upon safeword was used if it got to be too much for them, I was game. But unfortunately, a lot, if not most, women couldn’t handle me. But I knew that Amber could. Part of that scared me and was probably why I was avoiding the mere idea of fucking her.
I had spent months skirting around that shit. Of finally being with her like I knew both of us wanted. Did I have feelings for her like my brother accused me of having? I wasn’t sure, but at the moment I didn’t care. What I did care about was what her soaking wet pussy felt like as it squeezed a release out of my dick. That was the only thing that mattered at the moment. The rest could wait because again, it didn’t matter. Feelings got people hurt. Emotions had people killed. My parents were no exception. Was it the reason I had closed my heart off to everyone? Maybe. I didn’t know. But if Amber kept pushing, I knew, because I wasn’t stupid, I could fall for her. She would then leave me like my mom left my dad. I would break. Just like he had. I knew it wasn’t exactly the same since my mom had been killed, but I couldn’t handle going through what my dad did. And then he went off and got himself killed too.
It didn’t help. None of it helped.
My phone took that moment to ding. I braced myself, expecting some sort of bad news like we seemed to have been getting for what felt like forever, when my eyes moved across the small screen. My dick lengthened, threatening to burst against the zipper of my jeans.
Red: If you’re bored and want to come over, you can. Don’t feel like you have to, but my door is always open. Or it will be once you get here.
I raised an eyebrow. Even in her text, she seemed nervous.
A second text came in which included her address.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I flicked the smoke to the ground and butted it out with my boot.
Straddling my bike, I drove the distance it took to get to Amber’s apartment. My body stirred the closer I got. These feelings were new for me. I had never sought out a woman, gone to her apartment, or even wanted to be friends with her instead of just fucking. But unfortunately for me, my big mouth got in the way most of the time and I had no idea how to speak to Amber. She had me flustered. She unraveled me. Completely and utterly, I was a mess. Because of her. I said shit that would usually get me slapped, but she gave it right back to me instead. But I found that I wanted her hands on me. It was something I never wanted before. Most of the women I had been with never even had a chance to touch me. But they never complained when they limped away from my bed.
When Amber’s apartment building came into view, I kicked up the throttle and sped toward the pussy I had been craving for months. Nothing curbed this want, thisneed. And I knew nothing would until I got exactly what I wanted.
Once I finally reached her apartment, I pulled into the large driveway, parked in some empty random spot, not caring in the least if it was meant for someone who lived there. If I got a ticket or towed, it would be worth it as long as I had a taste of Amber.
I needed her to beg.
I needed her to scream.
But most of all, I needed her to look at me like I was the only one who mattered.
Jogging to the front door, I entered the building, searched her name on the list of residents who lived there, and stabbed the button once I found her.
“Hello?” came her reply, seconds later.
“Let me in,” I demanded, my voice curt.
A buzz sounded, the lock clicking free.
Get ready, Red, I’m coming for you and once I’ve had you, I’m never letting you go.
