Red Flags Go Faster (Alpha Part 2)

The following story is intended to eventually be a one-shot and eventually reach about a full novel-length. I have the entire story planned out already with room to remain spontaneous, so I’m looking forward to exploring these characters slowly over the next few months. The concept behind this story is ‘What if a girl seems too perfect?’ and ‘Is that a red or green flag?’ I’m also trying out a bit more of a stoic main character than I usually write - we’ll see if I can manage it!

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Chapter 3

I sort of lost track of where we were. I wasn’t drunk, but I was heavily buzzed and flying high on lust after everything at the strip club. Amber wasn’t helping - she’d distracted me from some of the excited teasing my friends had been calling to me as my ‘girlfriend for the night’ led me out of the club, and then we’d sat in the back of the Uber together and she’d given me a look. I wasn’t sure how I knew what that look meant, but I did, and I ran my hand over the side of her neck and felt her warm skin under my calloused fingers and palms as I pulled her into a kiss.

She was a biter. Or maybe nibbler was a better way of putting it. She kissed like a fiend and knew just how to rile me up, running her fingers up and down my arms, over my wrists, or the backs of my hands. She made little girlish grunts in the back of her throat at the end of every kiss like she was putting a stamp of approval on it. But the nibbling was her signature. She would catch one of my lips between her teeth and tease with her teeth, tugging softly, before letting it go. And it wasn’t limited to my lips, at one point she broke away and kissed along the line of my jaw, nibbling occasionally there too.

It was hot. I’d never had a girl do that before and I kinda liked it.

We arrived at an apartment building and left the Uber behind, and my eyes were all for her as we moved through a lobby and into an elevator.

She gave me one of those looks again, like she was daring me to do exactly what she wanted. So I picked her up by her ass and pressed her against the wall, kissing her hard, feeling our noses mash lightly as technique went out the window in the name of pure hunger. Her knees pinched to my sides as she squealed giddily into my lips, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

The elevator binged and lurched lightly under us, heading back down.

We’d missed our stop.

By the time we made it back up to her floor again, she was humping at me lightly as we kept making out with her perched up on the handrail of the little compartment. We didn’t miss the door this time, and I carried her out of the elevator before setting her back down. She hauled me down the hallway quickly, passing only a couple of doors before stopping in front of one and she quickly keyed her way in through the black door. 

I lost track again. Amber only flicked on a couple of lights that stayed dim. Maybe she did that on purpose to set the mood. My eyes were all for her anyway, and she led me through an entryway and past a kitchen towards the far end of the apartment. She lost her shoes by the door, her bare feet still dirty from line dancing, and I thought that was cute as hell. She lost her dress somewhere in the kitchen, the little black garment getting pulled down to her delicate waist to reveal more of her softly muscled, fit back and the clip for her strapless black bra. She tossed her hair, looking over her shoulder teasingly at me with one of those quirky smiles that made my heart leap out of my chest, and one raise of her eyebrow was all she needed to do.

‘You’re a little overdressed,’ it said.

I laughed, unbuttoning my shirt as I followed her deeper into the apartment and letting it fall off of me. Then I pulled off my undershirt and let that drop as well.

Amber turned, eyefucking me as she gazed at my torso. She was right earlier - I worked. Thankfully most of my friends weren’t the kind to linger around unemployed post-college and they all worked, but most of them were either in entry-level desk jobs or service industry. Jeany was the only one who had landed an ‘adult job’ so far. Unlike them, my job kept me moving and active, even if I spent a bunch of time in the cab of an earth mover. I was always climbing trailers, strapping things down or taking them off of flatbeds, walking back and forth across fields to check levels and distances, and occasionally just picking up a shovel to do some finishing work.

Maybe I wasn’t ripped, but I had the body of a man who put in a real, honest day’s work.

And Amber seemed to like it.

Her grin, and the hunger in her eyes, were contagious and a massive turn-on. The black dress was pooled over her hips and she reached back and unhooked her strapless bra, pulling it off to the side and revealing her tits to match me in being topless.

They were fucking perfect. Over a handful for her, which she proved when she cupped and jiggled them a little at me before letting them bounce free, but probably a perfect handful in my bigger hands. Her areolas were a nice, ruddy pink and just slightly oval, centring around inch-long nipples that were already stiffening. Utterly suckable, totally gorgeous, beautifully bouncy.

Amber laughed, almost a shriek of joy, at the look on my face and backed away quickly into a bedroom, leading me into the dark and toward a bed. I chased her and she let me catch her in the middle of the room, throwing her arms up around my neck and pulling me down to kiss her again as my hands landed on the hot skin of her bare back. She growled into the kiss and I matched her, feeling her tits pressed against the hair on my chest, and she slowly worked us back towards the bed until she must have touched it with her heels.

“Mmf,” she murmured through the kisses and encouraged me to spin with her until I was backed up to the bed. Then she pushed lightly against my chest, wanting me to fall back to the bed, but her lips followed mine as she didn’t want to end the kiss to do it. We finally parted and I sat back, looking at her - her height meant I was only a little shorter than her even sitting.

The only light we had was the dim, golden hue coming from out in the hallway or kitchen or whatever we’d passed through. I had no idea. It was enough. She was stunning. Her stomach was soft but tight, her breasts heavy and wonderful, her shoulders and neck so fucking kissable. Her smile heart-stopping, her eyes piercing and hungry. Her eyebrows speaking volumes.

‘Do you like what you see?’

‘I know I’m hot, but that look in your eyes is everything.’

‘God, I want you so fucking bad.’

She slipped the dress down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in a skimpy pair of black lingerie panties that hugged her waist perfectly. Her mound pressed against the front, hinting at the glory hidden beneath that thin fabric.

‘What now?’ her eyebrows challenged with a quirk.

I started unbuckling my belt, and by the time I had it undone, she was nibbling on her lower lip and reaching down to speed up the process, fumbling with my zipper and then helping me yank my jeans down and off to join her dress on the floor. That left me in briefs and she eyefucked the bulge of my cock in the front - I was hard, very clearly so.

“It’s been a while,” I said huskily with a rueful shrug.

“Me too,” Amber said with a smirk and flicked a finger against both of her stiff nipples.

I sat up and grabbed her around the waist, hauling her up onto the bed and manhandling her around so she was in the middle on her back and I was over her, kissing her again. Her moan was long and full, her hands squeezing my arms and my side and my cock through my underwear when she wasn’t cupping my face to keep me in place. Mine explored as well, and everything I touched felt like it was gold. She was warm, and soft, and feminine. Her moans and grunts told me she liked it when I pulled her thigh up to pinch against my waist, and when I slid my hand up from her side to palm her breast for the first time and hook my thumb over her nipple.

We made out hard, vacillating between that sheer hunger kiss in the elevator and the more intense, pointed passion in the car. One of her hands scooped into the front of my briefs, wrapping around the base of my cock and squeezing over and over. Her fingers felt electric on me and I stiffened to rock hard immediately. My hand slipped between us, down over her panties and feeling her lips through the thin fabric. Feeling her warmth. Feeling how she was getting wet.

She gasped, a girlish little sound as she had my lower lip between her teeth again. The sound of that gasp could have lived in my head forever.

Amber wanted a change and we rolled over and she was on top, straddling my waist and shifting to deliberately press her mound against my cock through our underwear. She ground against me, hands on my chest as she looked down at me through her messed up hair, looking for all the world like a total slut and a beautiful Goddess in the golden, sideways-cast light. Her power was in her eyes as she worked her hips, grinding against me. Then she lowered down and kissed me again, hungrily, before raising up on her knees more and blindly pushing down her panties to take them off, wriggling to strip them completely and then tossing them off the bed.

Then she sat up tall, letting me look at her. Her mound was smooth, with a little clit hood poking out in front as she pressed her softly flushed, slick outer labia down against the bulge in my briefs. She had a cute little rectangular landing strip tuft of pubic hair, trimmed short and the same shade as her eyebrows, pointing the way.

“God, I want you,” she murmured, looking down at me and practically glowing as she watched my face while I took her beauty in.

“I’m all yours,” I promised her.

She reached down between us and pressed her palm to my cock head through my briefs, grinding her pussy against the fabric between us as she closed her eyes and moaned. I reached up and palmed her breasts, pinching both her nipples a little roughly because she seemed to like that. Amber moaned, full-throated, her jaw dropping - not an orgasm, but close. She was as turned on as I was.

Then she dismounted from me, kneeling beside me as she yanked at my briefs, wanting them off me. I lifted my ass and helped, and cock sprang out as she giggled in delight and got her hands on it before I could even kick my underwear from both legs.

“Yesss,” she hummed, leaning down and tilting it towards her by the base, taking it into her mouth without hesitation and humming at the taste with her eyes closed as she wallowed in the sexuality of the act. Then she rolled her head and bit, pressing my cock into her cheek as she moved her hair out of the way and looked up to meet my eyes.

‘Does this feel good?’ her eyebrow asked.

‘Do you like what I’m doing?’

‘Are you as turned on as I am?’

I grunted, gasped, and shook my head. “Amber, it’s been a while,” I murmured. “Fuck, I swear I’ll be ready for you again, but this is a train that can’t stop.”

She pulled her lips from my cock, slow and deliberate, and started to jack me off. “Give it to me, Rudy,” she gasped, meeting my eyes with that same hunger. “God, I’m fucking leaking, I’m so turned on by you. This cock is fucking- ugh. Not too big, not too small, not too thin, just thick enough to scare me a little bit. To make my lips tell my pussy ‘Get ready, he’s coming!’ and for them to quiver.”

“Fuck, Amber,” I grunted, gritting my teeth to try and hold off as she stroked me with a firm hand. 

“Shoot for me, Rudy,” she urged me. “Shoot for me and I’ll lick it all off of you. Then I’m going to fuck you until we’re both sweaty puddles in my bed and there’s nothing left.”

I came. It wasn’t a massive orgasm despite my warnings that it had ‘been awhile,’ it had come on too fast for that. But it was hard, my chest feeling like it was tearing open and my entire lower body clenching as the first shot rocketed up out of me into the air almost a foot before splattering down onto my stomach. Amber gasped in delight at that and kept stroking me without stopping as another two ropes shot out, lacking quite the velocity but also landing on my stomach before the back end of my orgasm oozed another couple of thick gobs out onto her hand.

No hesitation. Amber ducked down and swirled her tongue around my cock head and then sucked on it like she was open-mouthed kissing me, slurping up the dregs of my cum from my cock and everything that had oozed out. Then she sat up, letting go of it, and making a show of licking my cum off her wrist and hand.

“God, Amber,” I panted, reaching for her and sliding my hand over the top of her thigh as she shifted a little closer on her knees. “God. I can’t believe you’re real.”

“I’m real, Rudy,” she grinned, examining her hand to make it was clean before she bounced away from my hand to kneel between my legs, leaning down to press her tits to my half-hard cock as she dragged her tongue across my stomach and started to lick me clean there as well. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she swallowed another tongue load.

“Amber,” I groaned. “Darlin’.”

She laughed as she licked up the last bit. “Say it again.”

“Darlin’,” I grunted again.

She pressed her hands to the outside of her tits, pressing them together around my cock and starting to stroke me with it.

“Darlin’,” I exhaled heavily, feeling my sensitive cock already responding and firming back up.

“That’s it, Beau,” she moaned, her jaw hanging open in a grin as she stared sex at me. “That’s it. This fucking cock is gonna feel so fucking good. Get hard for me again, Rudy. God, I can feel it getting hard between my tits.”

“Amber, Darlin’,” I groaned, sitting up and pulling her from my cock to come kiss me. She did so, close-lipped, and I appreciated that she wasn’t trying to make me taste what she’d been swallowing. Her hands went to my cock like they were magnetic, stroking me as I continued to get hard. I was holding her face in my hands and I pulled her back a little, grinning. “Call me that again,” I said, mimicking her little game.

“What, Beau?” she asked with a grin.

“Darlin’,” I said.

She licked her lips, hooding her eyes a little, and moving her lips closer to mine. “Beau,” she whispered.

We kissed again and she decided I was hard enough and pushed me down to my back again as she clambered up to straddle me.

Then she hesitated with a groan and broke our kiss to sit up. My cock was standing up, pressing against her clit and mound. Her groan wasn’t one of pleasure this time though, it was frustration. “Hold on,” she said, sitting back a little more. “Hold on. Um- Fuck. Get your condom.” She dismounted from me, pointing me towards the edge of the bed.

I started to move in that direction before my mind caught up with me and I stopped, shaking my head. “Wait- Uh… fuck.”

She raised both of her eyebrows at me. Then she cocked her head to the side and looked pained. “No,” she groaned. “No, God, Rudy- Please fucking tell me you have a condom.”

I grunted in exasperation as I fell back onto the mattress, scrubbing my face with the heels of my palms. “I told you it’s been a while,” I said. “And I don’t do this kind of thing. Especially not when I’m out with my friends before their wedding.”

“No, no nooo,” Amber said, despair washing over her. “Fuck. You could have got one in the strip club bathroom.”

“Darlin’, when we left that place my mind was on one thing, and one thing only. How fucking lucky I was to have met you tonight.”

“Fuck,” Amber said, slapping the sheets with a hand. “Birth control fucks with me badly, so we can’t- fuck.”

We both let out frustrated sighs and for a moment I contemplated running out to find a convenience store or late-night pharmacy. Then I grunted and sat back up, rolling up onto my knees.

And that’s when my heart broke a little, because Amber gave me a silent look, her eyebrows talking to me again.

‘I guess that’s it, then.’

‘He got his. I should have checked beforehand. Now he leaves. My fault.’

‘I thought maybe this guy was different.’

I wasn’t sure how I could read those little twitches, raises and furrows so easily. There was just something about her face that felt so natural to me. So perfectly understandable. And I could see the disappointment and hurt and resignation hidden as she faked a sigh and slumped onto the bed.

Her surprise as I grabbed her ankles and hauled her around, twisting her onto her butt and dragging her so that her legs were on either side of me. I leaned down and kissed her again, pressing my chest to hers.

“Mmmf,” she grunted, half passionate and half still resigned. More goodbye than anything.

I pulled up from the kiss, looking her in her gorgeous, guarded hazel eyes.

“Seriously, Rudy,” she said evenly. “We can’t. I’m not risking it.”

“Who said anything about risking anything?” I asked her and then shifted down her body to kiss the middle of her chest, and then a little lower to kiss between her tits. And lower again, on her sternum.

“Oh,” she said softly.

I kissed her again, down her stomach, then next to her belly button, nuzzling it. Then lower.

“Oh,” she gasped. “You don’t have to-”

I raised my lips from her skin, looking at her pointedly. “What does have got to do with it, Darlin’?” I asked.

“Oh,” she said again, quiet, her eyes big. Her eyebrows telling me she wasn’t used to a guy saying that.

I ran my lips and nose through her little landing strip, breathing her in, and I finally felt her respond a little stronger as her butt clenched, which shifted her hips subtly. Then she spread her thighs a little wider, almost hopeful.

My lips travelled lower still, out of her hair and pressing a kiss between it and the base of her clit hood.

I lowered one more time, getting face to face with her pussy. It was pretty as hell. Her outer labia were a little flushed with arousal, a little puffy. Her inner labia formed a tiny, slightly asymmetrical heart shape around her entrance. I’d only been with a few women but it was a little short to me, a little compact. Her perineum, the space between the lowest part of her pussy lips and her butthole, was perfectly smooth, and that little butthole was flexing nervously between the cleavage of her cheeks as she leaned back.

“You, Darlin’,” I said, looking her in the eyes as I placed my hands on her thighs and slid them towards where they met. “Are absolutely fucking gorgeous from head to toe and every nook and cranny in between. Lay back and tell me what you like, because I’m not leaving this bed until we’re both puddles just like you promised.”

I didn’t give her time to respond, I ducked in and gave her a thick-tongued lick and then got to the business of eating pussy.

It really wasn’t that surprising to me that Amber’s experience with guys made her assume I wouldn’t go down on her. I’d heard plenty of locker room and construction yard talk about how manly certain guys thought of themselves, and the derogatory shit they said about folks who were frankly better people than they were. Jocks were usually the worst, especially in smaller rural towns like where he and his friends had grown up - supposedly big fish in little ponds developed inflated egos and entitled pricks. 

Amber had made it pretty clear she had a type, and I fell into that general category. I knew plenty of guys like me who were Put Your Head Down, Get The Work Done type. Maybe we weren’t flashy, maybe we didn’t try to make ourselves the centre of attention, but we were out there. The problem was we were pretty indiscernible from assholes who talked the talk (often loudly) but didn’t walk the walk.

A real man eats pussy, because a real man knows that if the lady has a good time there’s plenty more good times to be had in the future. My older sister had told me that when I was sixteen and she’d come home, pissed off, after a shitty date. I’d taken that to heart because I’d taken everything my sister said to heart since she was always right about every piece of advice she gave me about high school. Even when I didn’t want her to be.

I’d had three girlfriends since then, and one one-night-stand that hadn’t turned into a relationship. One thing I was proud had never been uttered by any of my exes was that I didn’t do it for them in the sack.

“Ho-ly tits,” Amber gasped, her pelvis thrusting up towards my mouth as I started working on my ‘tricks’ to figure out which little things would set her off. That particular one had been dragging the side of my tongue between her outer and inner labia like a long edge instead of a pointed tip. I did it again on the other side and she gave me the same response, minus the ‘holy tits’ but with the addition of an, “Oh, shit, you know what you’re doing.”

I hummed a chuckle, smiling up at her with my eyes as she looked down at me, her hair messy and her eyes a wild combination of dreamy and penetrating.

When her legs started shaking, I pulled them up over my shoulders.

When she couldn’t stop her heels from digging into my back, I pushed her thighs back to her stomach and munched on her pussy as it pressed between them.

And when she came, held like that, I didn’t give her a second of respite as I added my fingers to the mix, teasing her open with the middle one and quickly adding my ring finger as well. That pretty pussy was the perfect mix of hungry and tight, wanting to resist and accept at the same time.

I lost myself in the process, driving her towards another orgasm. And then another. She tasted warm and thick, almost cinnamon but not quite. Not sweet, not sour. Warm was the thing that came to mind every time I focused on the taste of her as little beads of girlcum oozed out of her around my fingers.

“Stop,” Amber gasped, panting. “Beau, oh my God, stop.”

I pulled my fingers from her, rising up from my position and feeling my back complain a little bit. I’d been down there a while. Her pussy was flushed a deep pink, the entrance to her vagina proper a nice little gaping dark hole flexing and slowly closing. As I got up to get a good look at her, I found that Amber was drenched in sweat. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, neck and shoulders, and it was glistening down her body. She was breathing deeply, trying to catch her breath like she’d been running. Her nipples, still super hard and rubbery as they stood out from her perfect tits, looked a little raw from where she’d been pinching and yanking on them herself.

“Fuck,” Amber panted, blinking as she looked up at the ceiling. “Fuck was that?”

I crawled up next to her and laid down, sliding my arm under her and turning her so she could snuggle up to me. She did, pressing her cheek to my shoulder and her leg curling up over mine as she shook her head and blinked, then focused on me.

“That, Darlin’, was what my ex used to call ‘The Rudy-gon Trail’ cause once you start riding you gotta drop orgasms like you’re a homesteader dropping shit off the back of your wagon,” I chuckled. Sarah had been a history buff and had a dark sense of humour.

Amber let out a long breath and then snorted at the end, snickering a little. “Really?”

“I’m not kidding,” I grinned.

“You fuckin- God, Rudy,” she sighed, wiping her face. “I didn’t know a guy could do that.”

“Well, I had to make up for the condom thing,” I smirked.

She barked a laugh and rolled her eyes. “Fuckin’ marry me, you silver-tongued sex monster.”

“Ah, I’m not that charming,” I chuckled. “It’s just dextrous.”

She shook her head again and took a long breath, then looked down and grinned as she slid her hand across my stomach and found the root of my hard cock as it stood up at about 80 degrees; not quite as hard as it could be, but close. “Honestly, Beau, that kind of showing deserves some fucking pussy, but I really can’t. I am not safe. So I’m gonna get this thing in my throat.”

“You won’t hear me complainin’, Darlin,” I said. “But a normal blowjob will definitely keep me happy.”

“No, that’s not enough,” she grinned as she slowly got up to her hands and knees and looked down into my eyes before kissing me. She huffed out another breath after she pulled her lips from mine. “Earlier you said I kissed you like I hollowed out your soul. This time I’m goin’ for everything else, and I’m gonna suck it out of your cock. So lay back and enjoy, Beau.”

She was being deadly serious, so I ran my fingers through her damp, sweat-soaked hair and pulled her down into another kiss before nodding. “OK, Darlin’,” I said. “Do your worst.”

“I think you mean do my best,” she smirked. “And don’t worry. I will.”

Chapter 4

My eyes snapped open, sensing something was off. I was immediately disoriented, not recognising a single thing about the room I was in and not remembering how I’d gotten there. Then I saw the dress, a little black thing, hung over the back of a chair, and it clicked into place.

Amber.

I was at Amber’s place.

This was the first time I was even really seeing the bedroom. Light was leaking into the room around the edges of what seemed like three big panels that I pieced together were actually big blinds covering what had to be massive almost floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned most of the wall. There was enough light that I could see the room was neat and kind of spartanly decorated. Two matched dressers lined the far wall, a door standing half-open leading into a walk-in closet. The wall opposite the windows had another door, this one leading into the washroom we’d used the previous night, right before we collapsed under the sweat- and sex-damp covers of her bed. Two paintings were the only decor on that wall, both the sort of modern stuff I didn’t really get.

The open doorway out of the room, if you could call it a door at all since it was more just an open concept suggestion of a doorway, led out into another space that was brighter lit from the same direction as the windows in the bedroom, and beyond that was the kitchen where I could see an island, and there were the soft clinking sounds of cooking.

That was when the smell hit me and I groaned and blinked several times.

Bacon. The delicious smell of bacon. And something else. Something baking.

My stomach rumbled in response to the smell, making itself known. I was usually up before the sun, even on a Friday, so by the time we had the sort of light I thought was coming in around the windows it would already be holding half a thermos of coffee and some sort of breakfast sandwich.

“You up, Beau?” Amber asked, poking her head around the wall in the kitchen and looking across the apartment to me. She was further away than I expected. How big was this place?

“Yeah, Darlin’,” I called. “I’m awake.” I started to get up.

“Stay there, I’m bringing breakfast to you,” she called, disappearing back around the corner. Part of me wanted to at least sit myself up, and maybe figure out where my briefs went since I was naked under the covers. But I was comfortable and my brain was currently arguing with my liver over the amount of alcohol I’d drank the night before without drinking water.

Then that completely left my mind as a vision of pure heaven came striding out of the kitchen towards me.

To Be Continued.