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“Lizzie.” Red breathes against her neck.
He’s desperately trying to get some kind of grasp on himself and the reality he finds himself in.
Lizzie’s perfect body is pressed against his chest. Her head is tilted back just enough that his lips can find their way to her neck. The only thing holding him upright is his left arm, which is leaning against the door. His other hand is wrapped around Lizzie’s stomach.
Red’s body is keeping her pressed against the door of her apartment, and of all the situations he imagined them in when he barged his way inside after her, this one never even crossed his mind.
Lizzie’s arm reached behind her to grasp the top of Red’s head. Her finger nails graze the short-cropped hair against his scalp.
His arm slips lower down her waist, until his spread open palm is resting just over the waistband of her pants. His finger tips are just close enough to graze the zipper of her pants.
“Tell me to stop.” He practically begs.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” She warns.
It’s the first thing she’s said to him in what feels like an eternity. She was distantly quiet the entire drive here.
She manages to slink her free hand between them, and takes the opportunity to rub his bulge through his slacks.
He’s painfully hard as has been since the moment she slapped him across the face, right before he twisted her around and pinned her against the door. She’s known it too, could feel his erection pressing into her ass. My god, that absolutely deliciously erotic moan she let out is what started this.
His teeth sink into the searing flesh of her neck as he his hands start to work on the buttons and zipper of her pants. She’s still teasing him through his pants, that little minx.
He shoves one hand down her pants and underwear, only to be immediately met by wetness.
“Fuck!” It’s the only sound he can manage to get out of his mouth.
If they hadn’t crossed the point of no-return before this, they were definitely there now.
And then just as fast as his hand was there, it was gone and he was dragging her pants down her hips.
She lets out a frustrated whimper as he unbuttons his pants just enough to pull his hard cock out of his pants.
Her head is still close enough to hear that she can literally hear the sound of him ripping the condom open with his teeth, and she has just enough time to brace herself against the door before he’s plunging his cock into her dripping wet pussy.
Her face ends up pressed against the door as his his lips find their way back her neck.
He places one of his hands over hers against the door, and uses the other to rub her clit with just the perfect amount of light roughness.
It doesn’t take long for either of them to fall over the edge with gasps and moans of pleasure.
Red pulls out of her and takes a minute to catch his breathe.
“Lizzie….” He whispers ever so softly against the skin at the base of her neck.
He takes a few seconds to catch his breath by resting his head on her shoulder. The reality slowly starting to sink in.
He lets out a sigh and finally takes a step back, away from her.
She starts to pull her pants back up as he discards the used condom.
“Red, I…” Lizzie starts, but doesn’t know how to finish.
“Raymond, it is time to go.” A heavily accented voice they both easily recognize is heard from the other side of the door.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” He sighs before calling back as he tucks himself back into his pants.
“Lizzie, we sh-”
“Don’t.” She says, finally making eye contact with him.
She lets her eyes do a quick once over of his appearance. She reaches up and straightens his disheveled tie, the only remaining evidence of their encounter.
“Dembe’s waiting for you.”