My feet just kinda moved on their own, trailing behind Scarlett. My hands reached out and grabbed her breasts, holding on tight.
"I don't want pasta, I want you," I said.
Scarlett made a half-hearted attempt to wiggle away, but her breasts stayed in my hands, bouncing softly, and I didn't want to let go.
I leaned in, pressing my body against her shoulder, my face close to hers. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
Her smell was different from Sophia's.
Sophia just smelled like shower gel, but Scarlett had this natural, intoxicating fragrance.
Her scent was way more appealing than Sophia's.
"You just came from Sophia, and now you're all over me. What do you think I am? If you want me, come get me. If not, leave me alone," Scarlett said, her tone cold and a bit angry.
But wasn't it Scarlett who set me up with Sophia? "You're the one who sent me there, right?"
Scarlett just sighed and pulled away. "Don't touch me. You're distracting me from cooking."
"Are you jealous?" I asked, kissing her cheek.
"Why would I be jealous? I don't love you."
Scarlett finished cooking and handed me the plates. "Since you're not leaving, take these to the table."
I took the plates to the table, with Scarlett following behind, carrying two forks. She placed them on our plates and sat in her usual spot. I sat next to her, in Ryan's usual seat.
I leaned in and whispered, "Is Ryan asleep?"
"Yes, he is."
'So it's just Scarlett and me now,' I thought.
I ate with my right hand and wrapped my left arm around Scarlett, my hand resting on her soft stomach.
"Can't you even eat properly?" Scarlett swatted my hand away.
"It's because you're dressed so provocatively. It's making me hard."
"Don't sweet-talk me. I saw how much you enjoyed yourself with Sophia. She wouldn't have moaned like that otherwise."
I wasn't sure if she was jealous before, but now, it was clear she was.
I moved my chair closer to hers, pulling her left hand to my crotch, guiding her to touch me.
"You've got it wrong, Scarlett. I didn't enjoy it with her at all. At first, I couldn't even get hard, but when she kept touching me, I did. Later, her moans were because I was already hard. But when I was with her, I imagined it was you. I saw you beneath me, shaking as I thrust into you, crying and begging me to stop. I wanted to stop, but you felt so good, so tight and warm. I couldn't stop, even when you were squeezing me. I just kept going, trying to cum and fill you up."
Not sure if I went too far or if she was just embarrassed, but Scarlett's cheeks turned bright red.
"Just eat your pasta. Why are you saying these things? Don't think I'll believe you just because you say that. Keep dreaming!"
Scarlett blushed and didn't even finish her pasta. She grabbed the plates and headed upstairs.
I quickly scarfed down the rest of my pasta, didn't even bother with the plate, and followed her upstairs.
I caught up with her halfway up the stairs, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into my arms. Before she could say anything, I kissed her.
Scarlett pushed against my chest, trying to get away.
I grabbed her wrists and held them tight. She couldn't break free and just had to endure my kisses.
After a while, I felt her start to relax in my arms, her legs trembling a bit.
I knew she was getting into it.
I let her go, picked her up, and carried her to my room.
She stayed quiet, clinging to my clothes, letting me carry her.
I laid her gently on the bed, straightened her legs, and straddled her, my butt right over her pussy.
I lifted her upper body, unbuttoned her robe, revealing her collarbone and her large breasts.
I couldn't help but swallow, kissing her breasts, tracing their outline, then lightly kissing her nipples.
My right hand gripped the edge of her breast, making the nipple stand out. I circled it with my tongue.
Scarlett's lips parted, letting out soft moans.
Her breathing got faster, her chest rising and falling, like she was offering her nipples to me.
I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, making noises like a baby nursing.
"Be gentle... you're too rough, it hurts."
Hearing that, I knew she was into it.
While sucking, I reached under her skirt, revealing her smooth, flat abdomen.
My fingers slid into her panties, which were soaked. Even the hair above her pussy was damp.
"Scarlett, why are you so wet? Is it from me kissing you or from hearing me with Sophia?" I asked, pinching her clit.
Her pussy seemed super sensitive; just that touch made her tremble.
"Say something." Scarlett stayed silent, so I pressed harder on her clit.
Unable to hold back, she said, "It's from you kissing me."
"Really not from hearing me with Sophia?"
"Really not."
"Okay, did you like the sounds of me with Sophia? Did you enjoy hearing our bodies hitting?"