A week went by and I never saw Negan. I wondered if our little hookup was a one time thing, and if he regretted what had happened. I had been considering breaking up with Matt after I had cheated, not wanting to do this to him. Through it all, Matt and I had been through a lot together and I still cared about him.
When Matt finally came home from his run, I was overcome with guilt. He was so happy to see me, and I decided right then and there that what happened with Negan couldn't happen again. I would do my best to pretend it never happened and move on.
And if I was going to be with Matt, the lipstick would have to go. Matt had asked me numerous times to stop wearing it, so I obliged, putting it away in my desk drawer in my bedroom. Matt was happy when he saw my bare lips and kissed me.
"See? Was that so hard?" he asked, smiling wide at me.
Hard? No. But something just didn't feel right, that I was giving in like this. Without my lipstick, I wasn't myself. I didn't want to have to change for him, but at the same time it was a small sacrifice to make. It was just lipstick.
The next night, Matt and his buddies invited us to have drinks again. We gathered back in the rec room and visited; no one said anything about my lack of lipstick. I sat next to Matt, and he kept looking over at me and smiling, as if the sight of me without red lips was satisfying to him. I smiled back, trying to make the best of it. I could get used to this.
Someone was telling a joke when the door opened and Negan walked in, headed straight towards us. I hadn't seen him since our secret hookup, and I blushed when we made eye contact. He came over and sat in the chair next to Matt and me, leaning back and putting his foot up on his knee.
"You run out of points, Red?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "I almost didn't recognize you without those red lips."
Matt sat up and put an arm around me before I could respond to Negan.
"She's not wasting points on stuff like that anymore. Right, honey?" Matt looked down at me, still grinning. I just nodded, trying my best to not look at Negan. The last time the three of us were in this room together, Negan had watched Matt fuck me.
I couldn't help myself and looked back at Negan, curious as to what he was going to say. He had an incredibly amused look on his face and was staring at me. No–he was staring at my bare lips.
Matt's friend continued with his joke, but I was too busy trying to distract myself from Negan.
Matt turned and must have noticed how Negan was looking at me, because he pulled me closer to him and moved to kiss me.
As Matt's lips met mine, Negan finally looked away. I kissed Matt back, still watching Negan, and I saw his eyebrow slightly twitch. His eyes narrowed and he looked so serious. He looked jealous.
I pulled away from Matt, ending the kiss, and stood up. Matt cocked his head to the side.
"You okay?" he asked, reaching to take my hand, but I moved away.
"I'm not feeling very good. I think I need to go lay down." I smiled a bit at him and then turned to leave the room, not looking at Negan, who was sitting a few feet away. I hurried out before someone said anything and headed to my bedroom.
Once I reached my safe haven, I pulled the door shut behind me and let out a loud sigh. I still had feelings for Negan and it was making me conflicted about being with Matt. Being around both of them had been too much for me.
I decided I would try to sleep; I could confront all of this tomorrow. I pulled off my pants and crawled into bed, turning over on my side and closing my eyes.
Suddenly, I heard my door slowly open and I turned to see who was coming into my room.
It was Negan.
"What are you doing?" I asked, sitting up and looking at him. He closed the door behind him and then turned back to face me.
"Where is it?" he demanded, approaching me with a stern look on his face. "Did you throw it away?"
Immediately, I knew he was talking about the lipstick. The way he had been staring at my nude lips had given that much away.
I looked down at the floor.
"No. I still have it," I answered quietly.
"Why the fuck aren't you wearing it? And don't tell me it's because Numbnuts asked you not to."
I let out a sigh and looked back up at him.
"He doesn't like it," I admitted.
Negan laughed in irritation and shook his head, as if my answer annoyed him.
"That's a shame, Red. I thought you were better than that."
With that, he turned and walked out of my room, pulling the door shut behind him. I stared at the closed door in confusion, feeling even worse than I had before. Why did it matter so much to Negan if I wore my lipstick or not? I turned back on my side and tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't relax.
A while later, Matt came into my room. He undressed until he was only wearing his underwear and then he crawled across my bed, laying next to me.
"You feeling better?" he asked, turning on his side to face me.
"A bit," I said. "Let's just go to sleep."
Matt nodded and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he was snoring and I watched his chest rise and fall. I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Negan and the lipstick.
A few hours passed, and I still lay wide awake in the dimly lit room, listening to the sound of Matt softly snoring. I turned and looked at the desk where my lipstick was. My heart started to beat faster, and I carefully moved off the mattress.
My feet hit the floor, and I shivered from the cold. I picked up my pants and pulled them on quickly, then made my way over to the desk. I pulled it open slowly, doing my best not to make a noise, and took out the lipstick. I clutched it tightly in my hand and moved to the door, looking back at where Matt was sleeping peacefully on my bed. I took a deep breath and then moved into the hallway, pulling the door shut gently.
I tried not to think about what I was doing, knowing full well that if I did, I would talk myself out of going through with it. I reached his door and knocked loudly, looking down at my bare feet as I waited. I hadn't put my shoes on, and my feet were freezing. I didn't know what time it was, but everyone was in bed. If I had to guess, it was probably the middle of the night.
I heard shuffling on the other side of the door and then heard a click as it was unlocked. I looked up as it opened to see Negan standing before me, clad only in his boxers. He looked sleepy; his hair was ruffled and he was leaning a hand against the wall to hold himself up.
My eyes then trailed down to his body and I forgot how to speak. He had tattoos on his arms and upper chest. I hadn't noticed them before, when we had fooled around the first time.
As my mind wandered back to our previous affair, I felt myself start to blush.
"Red?" he asked, rubbing at one of his eyes with his free hand.
I smiled a little and held up the lipstick, showing it to him.
He squinted at it and then he smirked. Without a word, he took a step to the side, allowing me entrance to his room.
I made my way over to a mirror on his wall, not bothering to look around the room and doing my best to stay focused on what I wanted to do. Negan pulled the door shut and I heard the lock twist. I was just taking off the cap to my lipstick when Negan cut me off.
"Wait," he ordered, making his way over to me. I looked into the mirror, and remembered our first encounter. He had found me looking in a mirror then, too. How fitting.
I frowned at him, thinking he didn't want me to wear it. Wasn't he the one making it a big deal that I had gone without it?
I put the cap back on the lipstick and Negan pressed against me from behind, wrapping his arms around my stomach.
"I've been thinking about kissing these lips all day," he murmured against my hair and I smiled, leaning into him. I turned a bit and kissed him slowly. He kissed me back a bit and then pulled away chuckling.
"I wasn't talking about these lips," he said with a wide grin and then slowly started to move down onto his knees. My eyes grew wide at the realization of what he had in mind. Steadying myself against the wall with my hand, I watched him start to unzip my jeans while looking up at me with an amused expression.
"Paint those lips for me," he urged, looking at the lipstick in my hand. I turned and looked at my flushed expression in the mirror. I moved my hand off the wall and pulled the cap off the lipstick, and brought it to my lips.
Before I could press the stick to my lips, Negan pulled my jeans and panties down in one fast movement. They pooled at my ankles, and I shivered as my flesh was exposed. I watched my reflection as his hand traced down my hips and then squeezed my ass. I bit my lip as he pulled me closer to his face, and I could feel the soft prickle of his beard against my cool skin. I shivered, and he moved his face closer to my mound.
I had just started to run the red stick across my lips when Negan's mouth pressed against my entrance. I shuddered and dropped the cap to the lipstick. It rolled across the floor and I watched my face turn red in the mirror. He didn't hesitate, and another second later I felt his tongue press slowly into my folds.
I moaned and moved my hand back to the wall, as he ran his tongue roughly against my exposed heat. I closed my eyes as I felt his rough beard rub against my sensitive flesh. He started slow and then picked up speed, licking and sucking.
I cried out as he took my clit into his mouth and ran his tongue against it roughly. Looking back at my reflection, I lifted a shaky hand and did my best to apply the lipstick. He held my legs tightly as he continued to eat me out. Within seconds, my bare lips were back to being red, and I pursed my lips to make sure it hadn't smudged. As I did, Negan pulled me even closer to him and pressed his tongue further in. I gasped as he moved faster and I felt that sting of electricity start to build up throughout my body.
I dropped the lipstick and moved my hand to his hair, bunching it up into his locks and softly pulling. He chuckled against me, making me shiver from the vibration. He lapped away at my wetness, flicking his tongue in and out, fucking me with his mouth. I felt a small pressure build up until I gripped his hair tightly and I closed my eyes.
"Negan!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me, fire pooling in my abdomen and spreading across my skin like wildfire. He continued running his tongue along my hypersensitive skin. My legs became wobbly and I struggled to keep my balance, but he held me in place. Once the waves of pleasure ceased, I looked down at where he was. He kissed my folds softly and then looked up at my face, grinning. His eyes were locked onto my painted lips.
"There's my Red," he breathed, looking at me with adoring eyes. I smiled down at him and leaned down, pressing my lips against his.
He stood up, bringing me with him, and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard, his tongue roughly moving against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing to be closer to him. He pressed his abdomen against me, and I felt his erection pressing hard against my stomach. Moving a hand down, I took the bulge in his boxers into my hands and stroked him carefully. He closed his eyes and hissed, as I pumped him as best as I could through the fabric. I moved my lips to his neck and sucked softly on his skin. He continued to groan loudly, and the sound made me smile against his neck.
Not able to wait any longer, I sank down onto my knees in front of him, just as he had done for me. Negan brought an arm out and steadied himself against the wall. He looked down at me with hooded eyes.
"Now that is a fucking sight," he drawled, looking down to where I was on my knees before him.
I pulled at the waistband of his boxers, moving them down his legs and exposing his hard cock. My eyes looked up at him as I slowly slid my mouth onto him, taking it towards the back of my throat, and then slowly pulling out again. Negan watched as my red lips opened again and I took him further in, running my tongue against his length. I could taste the pre-cum and wanted nothing more than to give him what he had just given me. I hollowed my cheeks and began to bob my head up and down along his cock.
He moaned loudly and moved a hand to my hair, gripping me tightly and forcing me to speed up my movements, sliding further to the back of my throat. I did my best to relax, but he was so big, that as he entered my throat, I felt my eyes start to water. I continued to watch his face as he closed his eyes and his mouth parted with little moans. I moved my hands to lightly cup the sensitive skin beneath his dick, and his grip on my head tightened. He started to move my head at his own pace and then, finally, he opened his eyes to watch as he fucked my mouth.
I swirled my tongue against him as he picked up the pace, pulling my head back and forth. Our eyes locked as his cock moved into my throat a bit and then back up into my mouth. My tongue swirled against his hard length and I felt him twitch. He pulled my hair, hard, and I felt him push all the way into my throat.
"Fuck!" he cried out, and I felt his release slide down my throat as he came. My eyes widened as he emptied himself, and I swallowed all of it. When he pulled out of my mouth, I gasped for air and hung my head down, trying to catch my breath. I heard Negan chuckle darkly, and I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with an amused expression. He leaned down and brought his thumb to my face, wiping at the side of my mouth.
"We made one hell of a mess, Red," he said with a smile. I watched him move his thumb back, and saw the smudge of red from my lipstick on his skin. I looked down at the red marks covering his length.
He pulled me up, and I looked over at the mirror. My lipstick was smeared all along the bottom of my mouth. I bent down and picked up my clothes and turned to Negan.
"Can I clean up?" I asked, watching him pull his boxers back on. He hadn't cleaned the makeup off his dick.
"Be my guest, doll." He pointed to his bathroom, and I quickly made my way into it. I turned on the sink and took a cloth rag that was folded neatly on the counter. I scrubbed away at my red-stained face, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Negan make his way over to the doorway to watch me.
I was almost finished removing the lipstick when Negan spoke.
"Why the fuck are you still with him?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.
I sighed, rubbing the washcloth against my face. I didn't want to have this conversation, but I knew there was no avoiding this.
"I care about him. He's not a bad guy," I answered.
"Bullshit!" Negan snapped. "He's trying to control you."
I rinsed off the rag, watching the water turn red from the lipstick and run down the drain.
"It's more complicated than that," I mumbled, turning off the water and turning to face him. His eyes were narrowed at me and he didn't respond from his place in the doorway. I shrugged a bit.
He was quiet for a few more moments, and then his expression softened.
"Spend the night," he said simply.
My eyes widened in surprise, and I went to speak, but he cut me off immediately.
"Don't go back to him, Red. Stay with me."
I shook my head and looked away from him.
"I can't. I need to get back before Matt gets suspicious." I set the dirty rag in the sink and picked up a towel, drying my face quickly. I set that down too and went to leave the room, but Negan didn't move out of the way. Instead, he pulled me into his arms and against his body.
"Negan…" I said, closing my eyes as he started to kiss down my neck.
"Leave him. Be with me and you can always wear red."
I whimpered as he started to move his mouth down towards my breasts. I took a step away from him.
"We can't," I whispered, looking up at him with big eyes.
"We already have!" Negan exclaimed. "I want you, Red. And not just for fooling around. I want all of you. The real you. I want to wash off your little red kisses every single fucking day."
He looked so serious, gazing down at me with those hazel eyes. I smiled sadly at him. He knew just what to say to me. I needed to keep a level head.
"I'm sorry." I leaned up and kissed his cheek softly, feeling his beard against my lips. I wanted to stay, but I just couldn't. I was feeling a twang of regret for coming here and doing this yet again. I had given into temptation. I was cheating on my boyfriend, with a man who had multiple wives and a huge ego. I knew right then that I wasn't going to leave Matt. I couldn't throw away that relationship for a few hot fuck sessions. And that's probably all I was to Negan.
This needed to end here.
"Goodnight, Negan." I went to move past him, but he grabbed my hand. I turned back to him, and he was looking at me so desperately, making me wonder if I was wrong about him using me.
"Red…" he pleaded.
I slowly pulled my hand out of his grasp and turned from him. I went to his door and unlocked it, and left without looking back.
As I made my way back to my bedroom, I wondered if I had just made a huge mistake. Not for visiting Negan, but for turning down his offer to spend the night.
For turning down his offer for this to turn into something more.
And, right as I reached my door, I realized that I had dropped my lipstick on the floor and forgotten it in his room.
Instead of going back, I slowly snuck back inside, where Matt was sleeping.
Because I wouldn't be needing it anymore.
