Lovely in Red, page 21
We make it back to Calix’s apartment at dusk and shed our coats and shoes at the door.
It was easy to escape my father’s interrogation, since he was so focused on Evan and Matt. Eventually, he will let me know exactly what he thinks about my behavior. Not today though. And not so long as I can avoid him.
“So, that went better than I thought it would.” Calix heads deeper into his apartment.
I catch him around the waist and drag him against my chest. He relaxes in my hold as I nip at his ear. “I told you that he’d like you.”
So long as I’m happy, my dad is going to be happy for me. He may have some concerns—and voice those concerns—if I’m dating a criminal or someone who is obviously toxic, but Calix is neither of those things. The fact that he’s a sex worker doesn’t matter to Dad. When he finally manages to corner me and have a conversation, the only thing he’s going to care about is the fact I stalked Calix.
“He didn’t seem upset with you,” Calix says as he turns and wraps his arms around my neck. I love the way he fits against my body as I hold him close.
“He was but you cut him off before he could say anything.” I lay my hands on his hips and begin to back him down the hallway. “Thank you for that.”
“I didn’t—” Calix pauses as he thinks. His gaze narrows. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“On purpose?” I slide my hands to his ass and lift him up. Calix automatically winds his legs around my waist. “No. But it worked out in my favor.”
He shakes his head as I push open the playroom door. “You can’t avoid him forever, you know.”
“I can try,” I say, dropping Calix on the bed. He laughs and stretches out. I yank my shirt over my head and toss it away before reaching for his jeans. He smacks my hand and rolls away, still laughing. “Is it going to be like that, pretty baby?”
Calix shrugs as he slips off the other side of the bed. “You think I should redo the playroom?”
“Are you trying to distract me?” I ask, shoving my jeans and boxers down my hips and kicking them away.
His gaze is hot as he inspects me. “I could ask you the same thing.”
I hum as I start to edge around the bed. “A new coat of paint wouldn’t be remiss.”
“Maybe you can paint something for me,” Calix says as he backs away, but where is he going to go? He trapped himself unless—
I lunge forward and capture his ankle when he climbs over the bed. “You didn’t seriously think that would work, did you?”
He tilts his hand from side to side as he rolls to his back. “It was worth a try.”
“You want me to stretch you open and fuck you while you pretend to hate it, pretty baby?” I crawl between his legs and push his thighs open.
Calix’s cheeks flush pink. “Yeah.”
“Tied up? Or held down?” I ask as I start to undress him.
“Held down.” He helps me until we’re both naked, hard and leaking.
I drag my hand down his flushed chest. “Bloodletting?”
He seems to think about it for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Um . . . Can I fight back? And you eventually overpower me?” My cock jerks with interest and when I look down Calix’s cock is twitching. “Maybe put me on my stomach and fuck me that way?”
I sit back on my knees and meet his gaze. “So, like a rape role-play?”
He lifts on his elbows as he tucks his chin into his chest and turns pink. “I guess. Sort of? I know you won’t really hurt me and if I use my safeword you’ll stop, but I like the idea of being helpless against you. Is that okay?”
I grasp his hips and yank him down the bed. He falls flat with a soft gasp. “You’re assuming you aren’t helpless, that with very little effort I can’t turn you over and fuck you even if you use your safeword.”
Of course, if he uses his safeword I will stop in an instant. Calix knows that. I’ve had him practice it when we were having sex before, so he would be comfortable using it if he ever needed it.
He sits up and brushes a soft kiss over my cheek. “I love you, Wolf.”
I wrap one arm around his body, pull him close, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His sigh is soft and happy; I hold him close for a long moment before nipping at his ear. “Run, LittleRed. You’ve got ten seconds.”
He jerks back and I let him go. “One.” He scrambles off the bed. “Two.” I stand and reach into the nightstand for a packet of lube. “Three.” The playroom door bangs against the wall, knocking a hung picture to the floor. “Four.” His feet slap against the hardwood as he darts into the hallway. “Five.”
I reach down and stroke my throbbing cock as I follow. “Six.” The hallway is dark. “Seven.” Calix’s breathing is loud in the otherwise silent house. “Eight.” He won’t be hard to find. “Nine.” I doubt he’s hiding, not when he wants to be caught, overpowered—fucked. “Ten.”
Calix inhales sharply as I step into the living room. The light is off but the moonlight illuminates the room well enough. I can see his hand, pale in the darkness, as he clutches the back of the sofa. On quiet feet, I approach. The longer he sits in the silence, the faster he breathes. I’m so tempted to make him wait longer, until he can’t help but peek to find out where I am, what I’m doing, but I’m just as excited as he is.
I round the sofa and Calix’s head snaps up. His eyes widen and he starts to scramble back but I catch him by his hair, yanking him to his knees. He whimpers and grasps my wrist. “No. Please.”
“I love when you beg,” I rasp as I drag him to his feet. He shoves at my chest, twists and turns in a bid to escape, but Calix is smaller than me. Overpowering him is easy. He’s barely fighting me in the first place—shoving at my chest, clawing at my arms, attempting to kick me. The token resistance he’s putting up is enough to have my cock straining, my balls pulled tight against my body as we struggle.
“D-Don’t,” he stutters as I yank him around and shove him over the back of the sofa. He braces his weight and attempts to push away but I grasp the nape of his neck and hold him down as I press against his back. He whines when I slot my cock between his asscheeks. “Please. Don’t hurt me.”
I chuckle as I lean over him. “I won’t hurt you, if you’re a good boy.”
He shivers and chokes on his next breath. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Don’t move,” I rasp in his ear. He nods and I step away, flipping on the living room light before returning to Calix. He’s panting for breath, gripping the sofa, a fine tremble running through him. “Pretty baby.”
He’s fucking perfect. I can’t help but press a kiss to his shoulder before tearing open the lube pack. “Give me your hand.”
“W-Why?” he asks. The quiver in his voice is real but I know it’s from excitement, not fear.
I slap his ass and he lifts onto his toes with a sharp yelp. “Your hand—now.”
Calix releases the sofa with one hand and I grab his wrist, yank his arm back and squeeze lube onto his slender fingers.
“Prepare yourself for my cock, LittleRed.” The sound he makes as he bows his head and reaches for his hole is pure fucking sin. I watch, eyes riveted to the pale pink furrow between his cheeks as he strokes his fingers down his crease. He moans, the sound almost lost, when he finds his hole and teases it with his fingers. “Good boy. That’s it. Use a finger.”
“Fuck,” he whispers before doing as I ask. I pull his cheeks apart and drop to my knees. He parts his legs, making enough room for me. “Atticus. I’m not going to last.”
“So don’t,” I tell him before leaning in and licking his rim, wetting his already slick finger with my tongue as he pushes it inside of himself. He moans and thrusts backwards. “Add another.”
He does, without question or hesitation.
For long minutes, I lick and suck at his hole, reaching between his legs to palm his balls and stroke his leaking cock. Calix moans and wiggles as he adds another finger. It’s safe to say the game is over as I stand up and grasp his wrist. He pulls his fingers from his hole and grips the back of the sofa again.
“Did I do good?” he questions.
I kick his legs a little further apart as I grasp my cock and align myself with his hole. “So good. You’re perfect. You’re going to look so good stretched around my cock. Then leaking my cum.”
He groans and drops his head. I shove into him hard and fast. Calix cries out, pushing up; I push him back down, holding him against the sofa. He reaches back with one hand, shoving at my body as he shakes his head. “No. S-Stop. Don’t. Please.”
I clench his hips and press against his back.
“Check in.”
He pants for breath before turning his head just enough so our eyes meet. His pupils are blown, glazed with lust. “Party.”
I smile and nip at his ear before standing up. As soon as my weight isn’t holding him in place, he kicks out. The move is surprising enough that I slip out of his body. He doesn’t waste a second, climbing over the sofa and racing towards the hallway. I laugh and jump over the sofa, chasing him down. He slams the bedroom door behind him but the knob turns easily under my hand.
“Stop,” Calix says. I glance down, seeing his cock hard and weeping as I advance towards him. He matches me step for step until the backs of his legs hit the bed. His eyes widen and I lunge forward, tackling him to the mattress. “No! Don’t! Let me go.”
I yank and pull, push and shove until he’s on his stomach, knees spread wide. He’s heaving for breath as I hold his hands down and thrust into him. The tight wet heat of his body is heaven and I groan, pressing my face into his neck as he clenches around my cock.
“Please,” he whispers, attempting to tug his hands free, but there is no escape. He’s truly trapped now and I take full advantage, fucking into him slow and deep, finding just the right angle to have him crying out each time I bury myself inside of him. He writhes under me, legs shifting as he struggles.
I’m not gonna last, not at this rate.
“Perfect little fuck doll,” I whisper in his ear. Calix moans and I release one of his hands to wrap my arm around his chest. “Can’t wait to see you leaking my cum, LittleRed.”
“W-Wolf,” he whispers as he rolls his wrist. I ease my grip and he twists his hand, lacing our fingers together. I nuzzle the back of his neck, breathing in the scent of his sweat before pressing a kiss there. “I’m close.”
“Want to finish like this? Or in my mouth?”
“Your mouth,” he chokes out as I withdraw and slam into him. “Cum in me first.”
I laugh and release his hand before sitting up, supporting my weight on my arms. “That was never up for debate.”
Calix cries out as I plant a hand between his shoulder blades, hold him down and fuck him hard and fast. White hot pleasure licks at my balls as they draw tight against my body. My thighs tremble as I sink into him again and again. A bead of sweat drips off my nose as I pant for breath. Fucking him should be considered an Olympic sport. And I’m going for gold.
He fists the blanket and rolls his hips. When his already tight hole squeezes, I can’t control myself.
“Fuck, Calix.” My balls clench and empty. He moans as I pump my cum into his more than willing body, taking several minutes after I’ve emptied inside of him to enjoy the warm heat, aftershocks of pleasure zapping down my spine.
He wheezes for breath, thrusting against the bed with impatient moans. I slowly pull out and roll him over. His poor cock is flushed a dark pink, straining against his stomach, and I don’t waste a second.
“Atticus!” He shoves his fingers into my hair, yanking on the strands as I take him to the back of my throat and suck hard. The taste of his pre-cum is bitter on my tongue. His heels dig into my shoulders, his thighs trembling on either side of my head, as I palm his ass and lift him from the bed. “Oh f-fuck. I’m not—”
He’s not going to last but I don’t need him to. I tease his wet hole with my thumb before pushing it inside as I swallow around the head of his cock. He chokes on his next breath, back arching, and his cock jerks in my mouth. I groan and swallow as he fills my cheeks with his release. Even when he’s finished, I tease the tip of his cock, coaxing the last drops of cum from his slit until he hisses and tugs on my hair.
“Enough. Kiss me.”
I grin and climb up the bed, caging him in before claiming his mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Six
CALIX
“How was that?” Atticus whispers, his lips brushing against mine as his weight settles over me. His cum is leaking from my well used hole, no doubt leaving a wet spot on the bed but I don’t care. Tomorrow I can wash the sheets.
I push my fingers into his hair and hold him close. My body aches, but in a pleasant way.
He didn’t hurt me. Atticus will never hurt me. I’m safe with him—not just physically but emotionally as well, despite the nine months of stalking.
How many people can ask their partner to perform a rape role-play without shame or hesitation, without previously discussing it? Not many, I’m sure. But I can ask Atticus for anything—not just sexually either—and I’m pretty sure he’d go to the ends of the earth to give it to me.
“Perfect,” I whisper just as softly before I kiss his chin. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He rolls to the side, pulling me with him. I laugh under my breath and curl up against his scarred chest. He runs his hands down my back and over my sides as we catch our breath.
Eventually we’re going to need to shower but right now, I’m content to just lie here with Atticus. Plus, I’m not sure my legs will even support my weight if I attempt to stand. He fucked me hard enough to make sitting tomorrow difficult. Not that I’m complaining. Tonight really was perfect.
“What do you think about moving in together?” Atticus asks as he palms my ass.
I pause in tracing one of the faint lines on his chest and pull back to search his face. “Move in together? When?”
We’ve only been dating six weeks. Don’t people usually wait a minimum of six months before they move in together? Then again, since we started dating we haven’t spent a night apart. At this point, we’re paying for two apartments and only using one. We can afford it but still . . .
He shrugs. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I push him to his back and prop myself up on his chest. “Do you want to live together?”
Atticus combs his fingers through my hair. The soft look in his eyes is just for me. I’ve never seen it directed at anyone—not even his dad earlier today. It warms a cold place that has always existed inside of me—I see how much he cares for me when he looks at me.
“I want everything with you, Calix,” Atticus says and I suck in a sharp breath. Everything. With me. “A whole life—move in together, get married, adopt a cat, have a baby—babies?—die old and ridiculously happy. But only when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.”
He’s not. And I don’t want him to. I want a whole life with him too—marriage, a white picket fence, babies. Maybe not a cat but I’m willing to negotiate if it means dying old and ridiculously happy with Atticus.
“Your apartment or mine?” Or should we look for a new place altogether? What do people usually do when they’re planning to spend their whole lives with someone?
His grin is blinding as he catches me around the waist and rolls me to my back. I land with a soft gasp as he settles between my thighs.
“Mine. It has more room.” Not just because he as less stuff either. “You can set your playroom up in the guest room since I never have anyone over anyway. Or, if you want, we can look for a new place. Somewhere closer to your brother, if you want?”
I bite my bottom lip as I sweep my hands up and down his sides. “I . . . um—I don’t know if I can afford Stephen’s neighborhood, not if I deduct what I make because of you from my earnings.” Stephen is a lawyer who makes six figures a year. I make good money but not that good. “Maybe if I add another day to my film schedule. Or do more private shows. Would you be okay with that?”
Atticus cups my jaw and claims my mouth. His tongue strokes against mine as I wrap my arms around his back and lock my hands together. By the time he releases me, I’m panting for breath and a little dazed. His soft laugh has me opening my eyes and getting lost in his. It’s a little unreal—the last nine months of my life, but more so the last six weeks with him.
“What?” I rasp.
“I love you, Calix.”
I can’t help but smile. “I love you too.”
How can I not? I’d be crazy not to love him.
I mean, he does the grocery shopping and my laundry without me having to ask which some might say is the bare minimum of a good relationship but for a good seven months, I wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Even now, he does that and more.
“If you want to add another day to your film schedule, or do more private shows, you can,” Atticus says as he braces his weight on his elbows over top of me. “If you want to sit down before we get a new place and figure out what we can afford together, what’s a fair split, on your current schedule, that’s fine. Whatever you want. I just want you.”
“I’m yours,” I assure him. I free his hair from its bun and it cascades around his shoulders as his expression softens once more.
“The rest we can figure out as we go along.”
He slots his mouth over mine and I close my eyes with a soft moan.
The rest we can figure out as we go along.
A whole life together before we die old and ridiculously happy.
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