Chapter 7: Crimson Night (1) (R18)
As Carl pushed the heavy door shut and locked it, the sounds of the nightclub faded into a muffled hum. He stood back, allowing Jeanne to unfasten her blouse, revealing the silken curve of her breasts, crowned by erect nipples.
Her eyes smoldered with heat and desire, her gaze fixed on Carl as she untied her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows on her flawless skin, illuminating the sensuality of her movements.
Her fingers fumbled slightly at the zipper of her dress, a nervousness that betrayed the raw intensity burning within her. With his eyes flashing the desire of eating her alive, Carl reached out, deftly unzipping her dress, watching it slide gently down her body until it pooled at her feet.
She stood before him, naked, her eyes daring him to make his move. "Do you know," she murmured, her voice husky with a mix of emotions, "It's been a while since I've done this."
Carl didn't feel much from Jeanne's words, even her saying she is 'inexperienced' might as well be gaslighting, however, as he was looking at her curvy and voluptuous body, his cold heart began pounding with a slight increased cadence, against his chest.
He stared at Jeanne, feeling the raw power of her sexuality, and her mature, plump body was exactly his type. Was it a curse in his mind or a blessing that he was attracted to such dangerous women, in that moment, he had the power over the act.
"I want you so much," he whispered gruffly, reaching out to cup one of her breasts.
His thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a shiver through her body. "Oh god, yes," she moaned softly, arching her back. "You feel so good."
"Please, Carl," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. "Make love to me." Carl could only nod, his eyes locked on hers giving off some of his emotions.
"Please, touch me," she pleaded, her voice breaking with need.
His hands steady, as if belonging to a surgeon, traced the curves of her thighs, moving closer to her core. He teased her with a gentle brush against her vagina, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "You're so wet," he said, his voice containing the charm of a predatory being. "I just want to taste you."
She nodded eagerly, her breathing shallow and quick. Her hands moved to undo his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened length.
Carl looked down at her as she stared with shock at his phallus, and inwardly he was breathing out revealed that he still packed a great armament that could defuse sluts and bitchess alike.
Her eyes widened with hunger, taking him in her hand, stroking him gently. "I want to taste you," she said, her voice low and sultry. Carl didn't respond, while Jeanne leaned down, her lips touching his phallus while her tongue also started exploring his glans.
This timid approach transitioned after she tasted the peripherals of his penis, her mouth enveloped him, sucking him deeply, her tongue swirling around him.
Carl groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. Her fingers wrapped tightly around him, pumping him rhythmically, her mouth devouring him hungrily. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her faster, harder.
She responded eagerly, her lips and tongue working magic.
Carl's knees quivered under the force of the pleasure coursing through him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this woman. He abandoned most of his moral compasses, not caring if she was married, if she had kids, in this moment, she was his sex toy.
Right now, none of those senseless worries mattered.
All that counted was the urgent, primal connection Carl and Jeanne shared. Carl grabbed Jeanne's hips, lifting her up onto the sink counter. She let out a soft whimper, her legs wrapping around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, gazing into her eyes as he thrust into her.
"Yes," she cried out, her head tossing back in ecstasy. "Oh god, yes, Carl..." Her muscles clamped around him, squeezing him tight. He pounded into her harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yes, baby, take me," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed her fiercely, their tongues entwining, fueling the fire between them. He plunged deeper, harder, her cries echoing in the enclosed space.
"This body is a sin. I can't get enough of you," he growled, his grip tightening on her hips. She arched beneath him, meeting each thrust with a guttural cry. Their bodies slammed together, sweat mingling, their hearts pounding in synchrony.
Carl thrust inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him, gripping him like a vice. He looked down at her, her lips parted, eyes glazed with lust, and he couldn't help but smile. "You feel amazing," he rasped, kissing her neck, tasting her sweet, intoxicating scent.
Not yet, he reigned in his desire to stab his fangs into her tender, delicious neck.
Jeanne threw her head back, laughing throatily, clutching at his shoulders. "Damn, Carl, I've never, ever been fucked like this before." Her voice was strained, almost desperate, and it fueled his arousal.
"Take me, Carl," she repeated, her eyes pleading with him. "I want to feel you fill me up." He took a deep breath, steadying himself before grabbing her thighs and spreading her open.
He guided himself into her, feeling her walls stretch around him. "God, yeah," she moaned, throwing her head back and biting her lip. "Fuck me, Carl." He began to move, slow and steady, savoring the sensation of being inside her.
Carl's teeth grazed against her neck, leaving a trail of warmth behind as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. His cock throbbed inside her, pulsating like a heartbeat, matching the rhythm of their bodies. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through him, filling him with an insatiable hunger for more.
"So fucking good," he groaned, punctuating each word with another brutal thrust. She clawed at his back, her spine arching off the counter.
"Harder, Carl," she gasped out between labored breaths. "Give it to me." Carl could barely contain himself, her scent tantalizing his senses, threatening to send him spiraling into a frenzy.
He held onto her tighter, gritting his teeth as he thrust deeper inside her. "You make me want to eat you right now," he managed. "Your pussy feels so damn good." Jeanne threw her head back, moaning loudly. "Carl, oh my God, fuck me harder! Eat me, baby!" she screamed, her fingers digging into his back.
"That's it, Carl, don't stop." His hips surged forward, pistoning into her, their bodies slapping together, creating a symphony of flesh and friction. Her cunt gripped him tightly, milking him greedily, each contraction sending shockwaves through him.
"Carl, I'm close," she panted, her face flushed with passion. "Don't stop, please don't stop." He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, growing tighter, hotter.
"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Yes, Carl, I'm close," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Keep fucking me like this, and I'll come all over you."
He could hear the desperation in her voice, and it drove him wild. He thrust harder, deeper, determined to make her scream his name.
"Carl, oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" she yelled, her voice cracking with pleasure.
Carl thrust harder, feeling the tension coil tighter within him. Each time he pulled out of her, she would whimper softly, begging him not to stop. He buried himself deep inside her again, hearing her sharp intake of breath. Her pussy clung to him like a glove, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him.
"So close," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Just a little bit more." Carl gripped her hips tightly, his cock throbbing in response.
"Almost there," he whispered, his voice strained. "I'm about to lose myself."
"Let go, Carl," she moaned, her voice low and seductive. "Let yourself go."
He gave a final thrust that challenged the walls of her cervix entrance to the extremes, burying himself deep inside her. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his whole body convulsing with release. Jeanne's pussy clamped around him, milking him dry, as she screamed out in ecstasy. The bathroom echoed with their cries, the intensity of their shared experience overwhelming them both.
Carl's breathing slowed, settling into a familiar pattern, as if the two of them somehow became one entity, he could feel her pussy clamping and pulsing around his shaft, unwilling to let him go.
Jeanne managed, her voice still catching in her throat. "That was something else. I never felt like this."
Carl chuckled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "It certainly was," he agreed, tracing the lines of her collarbone with his fingertips. "But I must say, you're quite a handful."
Jeanne smiled lazily, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"Now that was a workout," she purred, running her fingers lightly along Carl's arm. "Feels like we could do this for hours."
The smell of sex permeated the cramped bathroom stall, mingling with the faint traces of perfume and cologne lingering from their evening out. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the room, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
"I guess we should get cleaned up," Carl finally said, reluctantly releasing her embrace.
Jeanne smirked mischievously, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh? Do you have a preference for the clean-up, or are you open to suggestions?" Jeanne's playful tone resonated with a lingering sensuality, and Carl couldn't help but chuckle in response.
"As much as I'd enjoy spending more time here, I think we could use a change of scenery," Carl suggested, his eyes gleaming with a promise of more excitement. "What do you say we continue our night somewhere more... comfortable?"
Her heart raced and fluttered against her ribcage, a feeling of exhilaration sweeping through her. She couldn't help but marvel at the sight of this beautiful man, his chiseled features etched with determination.
"Are you sure about this?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly.
Carl responded with a confident yet teasing smile, "Don't worry, my dear. I have something special in mind."
Jeanne's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Lead the way," she replied, readjusting her disheveled attire with a confident flair.
Carl stepped out of the bathroom first, ensuring the coast was clear. He extended a hand to Jeanne, who took it gracefully as they navigated their way through the nightclub's bustling crowd.
Once outside, the cool night air greeted them, a refreshing contrast to the heated intensity they had left behind in the club. Carl hailed a taxi, and as they slipped into the back seat, he leaned in close to Jeanne.
"I know just the place for us," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. The taxi ride was filled with stolen kisses and lingering touches, each moment fueling the anticipation of what awaited them.