Red Confession: Savage Surrender in the Safe House

The door slams shut behind Richard. Night cloaks the safe house. Papers scatter the table. Laptop glows dim. Beers sweat in our fists. Charlène’s eyes lock mine, mauve depths pulling me under. Her flannel shirt hangs loose, one button pops free like a promise. Feet bare on cool floor. Jeans hug her thighs tight. Heat rises. My pulse hammers. She chuckles low, throat gravelly. Questions burn: her ‘boyfriend’ a cover? Another infil? She rises slow. Steps whisper closer. Body heat slams into me. Iris dark, flecked orange fire. Lips part. Breath hot on my skin.

Her whisper slices: ‘You want me to fuck you?’ Heart explodes. No. Eyes narrow. ‘You want to suck me?’ No. She circles. Temptress in plaid. Fades back to table. Desire coils serpent-tight in my gut. Skin prickles. Cock throbs urgent. She sips beer, droplets trace her chin. I close in. Wrist snaps into my grip. Salsa spin. Back to chest. Ass grinds my hardness. Arms pinned. Heart races wild. ‘You want violence?’ Yes. Fingers rip. Buttons fly. Shirt shreds open. Pony tail yanks. Face spins to mine. Command growls: ‘Suck me.’ Knees hit floor. Zipper rasps. Mouth engulfs. Wet heat devours. Tongue swirls savage. Three years starved. Thrusts claim her throat. Tears streak. Gags echo. Pull back. Gasp. ‘Your infil?’ Yes. Lie exposed. Press deeper. Basin pounds. She chokes glory.

Fever Ignites

Rise her. Back to me. ‘Strip.’ Jeans peel slow. Slip black clings. Ass cheeks part wide. Invites plunder. Push to sofa. Knees sink cushions. Elbows brace. Hole winks hungry. Spit slicks. Plunge raw. Cry rips air. Tight fire grips. Hair reins her. Pace savage. Fast pistons. Slow grinds. Raucous moans spill. Sweat soaks shirts. Skin slaps wet. Balls tighten. Surge builds. Grip cheeks bruise-white. Erupt deep. Seed floods. Collapse. Chests heave. Air ragged. Eyes meet. Coquine grin. ‘Still got it, old man.’ Laugh bubbles. Cock untouched. Her slip stains creamy. Proof of her shatter. Window cracks open. Night air cools fevered skin. Strip sweat-slick clothes. Sink beside. Body molds mine. Shoulder nest. Purr vibrates: ‘Dinner still on?’ Yeah. Mission ends soon. Comrades. Lovers. Poly flames flicker. Secrets bind tighter. Skin still burns. Pulse echoes. We lived it. Devoured whole.