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Once they were inside the cabin, Lizzy set the beers down again and immediately turned around to wrap an arm around Red’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. She hadn’t surprised him, but he still gasped into her mouth when she snaked a hand down his body and found him already half-hard.
“I guess you enjoyed the show back there,” Lizzy purred. She felt along the length of him, stroking and rubbing from base to tip through his clothing, encouraging him to stiffen the rest of the way.
“How could I not?” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly pitch. “I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but I don’t know much that’s sexier than watching someone with such an excellent command of the strategy and geometry of a game of pool.”
“Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty,” she said with a chuckle, which he echoed before stealing a kiss.
She braced herself with the arm draped across his shoulders and used it as leverage to hop up and wrap her legs around his hips; his arms came up automatically to catch her. He crossed the room and dropped down to sit on the side of the bed.
“Pool is fun and all but this is more my speed,” she said, her voice low, almost a growl, while stripping off their clothing, button by button, layer by layer, occasionally taking a moment to circle her hips against his erection.
“What’ll your boyfriend think?”
“I don’t care what he thinks. He wants to move on from this, I’m not gonna stop him. Besides, you and I have already slept with each other once.”
“Your logic is impeccable.”
“I’m glad you agree.”
Red was mesmerized—he had never expected to have this kind of chemistry with Lizzy, sexually or otherwise. Judging by the things Sam had shared with him, he thought she might find him interesting if she knew who he was, but nothing like the electric hum of attraction that brought them together now. They were no doubt playing a dangerous game, but who was he to deny Lizzy what she so clearly wanted? That it was also what he wanted was merely a fringe benefit.
Lizzy clamored back onto his thighs once they’d both been divested of all of their clothing and she nipped at his mouth, sharp enough to draw blood. Red pulled himself out of reach.
“Sam will see,” he warned.
She nodded and took his mouth again, gentler than before, but she planted her knees on either side of his hips and shoved at his shoulders until he was flat on his back. Red pushed up against the pressure of her hands and found it quite strong—it would require real effort to free himself, and the thought of her holding him down and having her way with him made his cock twitch where it lay nestled between her folds.
Lizzy watched Red raptly while his hips moved, rubbing himself against her intimately. He could easily lose his mind there, lose control of his body, but they couldn’t afford the risk. He met her eye, and she grinned down at him, all dimples and mischief, reaching for her discarded jacket to rifle through the pockets for another condom packet. They scrambled to open it and roll it onto him.
She groaned in relief when she bottomed out on him and she stayed still for a long moment just to feel, with her eyes closed and her neck arched, her hands splayed out across his belly. Eventually, she gave him an experimental squeeze with her inner muscles, and he couldn’t help but let out a low moan as her body gripped his tightly. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her face slowly breaking out in a satisfied smile.
“You like that?” she asked.
He nodded, unsure of his ability to form coherent words. She squeezed hard and rocked upwards; he sucked in a breath.
“More?”
“Please.”
She took her time, gripping as she pulled up, letting him slide slowly until he nearly slipped from her body, before swiftly engulfing him again, over and over.
After a while, she seemed to lose track of her movements, too caught up in her own pleasure to keep up with such a deliberate teasing motion. As mind-blowing as her calculated assault on his senses was, Red found the idea and the reality of Lizzy losing herself far more arousing. He watched her face as she concentrated on chasing a sensation, the serious furrow between her brows, the shape of her mouth as wordless noises escaped her… He was grateful beyond reason that he had the privilege to witness these reactions, because he missed out on them during their first encounter in the alley with her facing away from him.
He gripped her hips as she rode him, giving in eventually to the urge to thrust up as far as her body would allow. Her movements sped up even more in response as she let out a groan whenever she bottomed out in time with a particularly sharp thrust.
Another clenching withdrawal tipped Red right over the edge, hips arching off the mattress as much as Lizzy’s weight would allow. It was all he could do to keep present as his pleasure crashed over him, but he couldn’t leave her to do the rest of the work herself. It would be ungentlemanly of him.
He moved his fingers against her in compliment to her grinding hips and heaved himself upright so he could capture a nipple in his mouth. She cried out, grasping at his head to pull him closer to her chest. She lost her rhythm, bucking erratically in his lap; he rubbed hard with his thumb as she bucked and finally she came apart around him.
They collapsed next to each other on the bed. She panted, swiping a forearm across the beads of sweat on her brow.
“God, you’re good at this.”
“Well, thank you,” he said, awkward and breathless.
Propping herself up on an elbow, she met his eyes and said, “I’m serious. Most of the guys I’ve been with are good for a little fun and an adrenaline rush, but you… you really know which buttons to press.”
Red shrugged. “There’s just no fun in it unless everyone leaves satisfied, in my experience.”
“Well, then I guess I appreciate your experience,” she said, and leaned down for a lazy, drawn-out kiss.
“Will Sam murder us if we stay out all night?”
“No. He might ask a lot of questions, though. Could get awkward if we stay out too late.”
“How late is too late?”
“We have a while still, I think.”
“Good.”