Royal Flush

by Ella Goode

  I get to the bus station and open the doors to walk in. The place is dreary with people from all walks of life waiting to go somewhere. I walk up to the counter.

  “System’s down,” the ticket lady informs me before I can say anything.

  “How long do you think it will be?” I ask and immediately regret it when I see the look of annoyance on the lady’s face.

  “There’s nothing I can do. The system is down. It’s down in the entire state. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t know when it will go back up. Any more questions?” I shake my head no. “Then take a seat and wait like everyone else.”

  I’m about to say something snippy but I stop myself when I see the look on her face. I’m sure all of the people in this room have asked her the same questions. I bet most of them have hemmed and hawed about how they need to get somewhere, thinking that they would get a different result. So I lift my bag up and proceed to an open seat.

  I set my bag in my lap, wrapping my hand around it so I can close my eyes for a moment. Exhaustion is starting to take over. The high from the excitement of the party and everyone standing up for me has finally worn off. The low has now settled over me, making me aware of the fact that I’m losing it all. It is all so overwhelming and I’m having a hard time processing it. I’m not sure if I nod off or not but I’m jolted awake.

  “Get. Up.” My eyes fly open to see one very pissed-off looking Carter. I sit there in shock. “I said. Get. Up,” he repeats. My eyes water and a tear escapes, making me lose all my bravado. Carter’s face completely changes as he drops to the dirty floor onto his knees in front of me at the bench, bringing us to eye level. “Kiss me.” He issues another demand but this one is soft and pleading.

  I give in, leaning forward, causing our mouths to meet. I savor the kiss I never thought I’d have again. “You scared the fucking shit out of me.” I don’t know how he makes his words sound both caring and angry but he does. “You can’t just take off like that.”

  “I’m sorry.” I really am. I had no idea what the right thing to do was. “I don’t want you in my mess. I can’t let you get in trouble for the things I’ve done.”

  “That’s what you’re not getting, Mallory.” I’m a little surprised by him using my name. “I want all of your messes.”

  I lean forward, using his shirt to wipe my nose.

  “I should spank your ass for this,” he says through laughter. “Now look at me.”

  God, my Deuce really does love issuing orders and I don’t know why they seem to turn me on but they do. I obey this one. I can feel it in his tone that he has something he really wants me to hear.

  “I get taking off when you’re scared. It’s a habit you taught yourself. You don’t need to do that anymore but I get it. I know it’s going to take time for you to see that when it comes to me. Too many people that should’ve been loving you fucked that all up for you.”

  He reaches up, wiping one of the tears from my cheek. Then kissing the spot. This sweet side of Carter is going to be my undoing. I don’t know how much more I can take without bursting into tears. He came for me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the reason the bus system is down. He keeps going. As though he’s trying to make me fall in love with him. I’m already there.

  “I’ll always protect you. That said, I opened that safe in my closet every day making sure you were watching me do it. If you feel the need to run, you’ll need to promise me that you will always take what you need. You should’ve emptied my safe. You should’ve taken my car. It might not be right but with me I want you to always put yourself first. If there is something you can take from me that you need don’t you ever hesitate because I’ll never hesitate in giving it to you. You don’t need to ask for permission. It’s yours.” He takes a deep breath. He wipes the tears from under my eyes with his thumbs as he lowers his lips within a whisper of mine. “I’m yours,” he says as his mouth takes mine.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Carter

  I’ve never thought I’d be the type to make out in a bus stop. Hell, I never thought I’d ever be in a bus stop but it feels like one of the best places in the world now that Mallory is in my arms. She’s clinging to me like she doesn’t want to let go, too. Our mouths still fused together, I get to my feet. I manage to sling her backpack over one shoulder without breaking the seal.

  There may be a few drunk claps behind us as I walk out of the terminal and to my car.

  I tuck her passion-drugged self into the passenger seat and make my way around to the driver’s side. The night breeze does nothing to cool my over-heated body. I pull down on the crotch of my jeans, try to adjust my hard-on as much as possible, and climb into the car.

  “Want something to eat?” I ask as I navigate out of the parking lot.

  Mallory is curled into her seat like a little cat, her legs tucked up under her, one hand toying with a long strand of hair. “I thought you didn’t like people eating in your car.”

  “Mallory, baby, I didn’t even allow people to ride in my car before you came along.” I reach over and rest my hand between her warm thighs. If I didn’t care so much about her and her safety, I’d march my fingers up her tender skin and right into the heated core of her sex because once I touch her I’m not going to be able to stop. Yet...I’m good with my hands. I’ve got superior hand/eye coordination. I’m a top tier athlete—I shake my head hard. No. I’m not putting my girl in danger just to cop a quick feel.

  “You look mad,” she says quietly.

  “At myself.” I throw her a wry smile. “Half of me wants to tear your clothes off and finger fuck you until you cream all over my expensive leather car seats and the other half is telling me that I need to wait until I get you home so I can fuck you with my dick. I’ve been jerking off about three times a day thinking about how hot and tight your pussy is so the half that wants to fuck you in this dumb car is kinda taking the edge.”

  I feel the heat of her blush from across the car. My hand skates higher or maybe she wiggles down in the car seat. Either way, I only need to stretch out my fingers and I’d be touching her crotch.

  “I, ah, can’t believe you’ve never had sex before.”

  “Why’s that so unbelievable?”

  “Because you’re—“ She waves a hand toward me.

  A slow smile curves up my mouth. “Yeah?”

  I haven’t heard Mallory say a nice word about me and I can’t wait for my first compliment.

  “An asshole and all assholes dick around.”

  I swing the car onto the curb, turn off the engine, pull up the emergency brake and haul her over the console.

  “Wait, wait,” she half screams, half laughs. “I was kidding!”

  “I’m not.” I pop the button of her shorts open, shove my hand down her panties and into the slick cream of her cunt.

  She gasps and clenches around my finger. “What are...why does...oh my God. Don’t stop.”

  “Stopping is the last thing on my mind.” I shove her pants down her long, bare legs. She helps, kicking them off at the end. I drape a leg on either side of mine and then deliberately spread my thighs wide. She moans again as I stretch her tight pussy with a second finger. Juice drips out of her wet cunt onto my palm.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait until you’re riding my mouth and coming down my throat. I’m going to suck your cunt until you’re dry.”

  Her channel spasms at my words.

  “That’s right, baby, lean back and ride my fingers. Fuck my hand. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she cries but instinct is a hell of a thing because she reaches behind her, curls her palms around my knees and starts pumping up and down on my two fingers like it’s my shaft.

  My cock pulses with excitement and I grow dizzy thinking of what it’s going to feel like to have her wet, hot pussy gripping my dick. No more dry-ass handjobs for me. Oh no. From now on, I’m jacking into her juicy cunt at every spare second. Six min
utes allotted for passing period between biology and government? I’ll be bending her over the second floor stairwell with her skirt flipped up and my pants around my knees driving so hard into her she feels my cock in her throat.

  “This feels so good, Carter. So good,” she moans, swirling her hips around in small circles. I stroke her, looking for that tiny patch of skin that is supposed to set her off like a rocket.

  “Keep going,” I urge. “I want to feel you come. Once you do, I’m going to lick your pussy juice off my hand and then you’re going to sit on my face while I eat you out.”

  She looks down her nose at me, sloe-eyed and flushed with arousal. “You have a dirty mouth, Carter.”

  “All the better to eat you out with.” I grin.

  She releases a shaky breath. “You should put your money where your mouth is.”

  Fuck. I love her. Always challenging me. “Watch your head,” I warn. I pull out, grab her hips and haul her up until that hot cunt is mouth high. I latch on to her sex, spearing her with my tongue. She screams, her high-pitched sex sounds bouncing off the small interior. My dick swells to an ungodly size and the orgasm that has been building since I first saw her in the back of my car comes barreling out of my cock. I spill into my jeans at the same time that she comes, creaming all over my tongue. It’s an awesome way to spend time in my car, I’ll say that.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Mallory

  I fidget in my seat as Deuce pulls away from the curb. He reaches over and checks my seatbelt again, giving it a small tug to make sure it’s in place. I smile at his outward gesture to take care of me.

  “What do you want to eat?” He licks his lips as he asks the question and I know he can taste me there. I tasted myself when he kissed me and put me back into my seat. He insisted on putting my seatbelt on so that he knew for sure that it was on correctly. Now I’m starting to think Deuce is the one who is nervous. Despite all of his dirty talk he is still, after all, a virgin. I am too, but Deuce is good at everything he does in life. I can see that being the best at things is important to him. It makes me wonder if he has a trace of insecurity about what is about to go down between us. I was nervous too when he began touching me in the car but my body responded to him as if he had touched me a million times before. As though we were meant for one another.

  “You just ate,” I tease him, getting a small smirk from him.

  “What do you want to eat?” he asks again. “I’m holding on by a tiny string here, Mallory. I need to feed you then I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours. Your taste on my tongue is sweet torture. So please put me out of my misery and tell me what you want.”

  I pretend to think for a minute before I give him my honest answer. “Not hungry.” This time I reach over, putting my hand on his thigh. I notice the bulge in his pants and lick my lips. “For food anyways.” I feel the muscle tighten under my touch. The car begins accelerating faster from the action. My body is craving something else. Carter. I want to be in his bed. The car still smells of sex even if we haven’t gotten to that actual part yet. It’s still thick in the air. My body hums with need. The one orgasm he gave me only took off the edge. My body craves more pleasure and I know Carter can give it to me.

  Carter may be feeling a little on edge but for once I’m not. Him dropping to his knees in front of me in that bus station and saying the things he did made me give him all my trust. Ironically Carter being a dick was actually showing me how different I am to him. I feel at ease now that I’m near him again. I still worry about what the consequences of my past actions will mean for him but I try to push that to the side for tonight. I want Carter and after his declaration at the bus stop, I know he feels the same. I’m no longer going to act shy about what I want because I know sex with Carter is going to be out of this world. He wouldn't have it any other way. Even if for some crazy reason it is awkward because neither one of us has done it before, I know Deuce is going to put his everything into making it good for me. After all, it’s what he’s been doing all along. It’s all so clear to me now. He’s made me stronger and I’m not sure he even knows it. For the first time in my life, he’s made me feel wanted and cared for.

  “I’m going to pull this car up to the house. You’re going to get out of the car and go upstairs to our bed. I want you in nothing but my jersey.” His hand reaches over to cup my pussy through my pants. “With your gorgeous legs spread for me. I’m going to eat that sweet pussy again before I fuck you.” His words cause my cheeks to pinken a bit. Even though he has me all worked up, I still caught on to when he called it our bed.

  “I’ve heard the girls at school say you don’t let anyone touch your jersey. Won’t even let them sell them. Something about you being superstitious.” I figure that I’ll poke him a little. Plus I enjoy being different to him. That I am something special to him and no rules apply to me.

  “You blew all my superstitions to hell when you decided to sleep in my car and eat my damn candy bar.” I laugh at the memory of his facial expression when he saw me eating his precious candy in his fancy-ass car. “I used to think everything had to be perfect and I made all of these ridiculous rules in order to distance myself from all the bullshit that goes on. As soon as you opened that smart mouth of yours, I knew my life was about to change. The day you climbed into my car was the luckiest day of my life.”

  If someone had told me a week ago that Carter was going to be saying the sweetest things to me, I would have called them bat shit crazy. Yet, here he is opening himself up to me. I’ve been doing the same. I want to open everything about myself to him. Have a closeness that neither of us have had with anyone else. If I’m reading this right maybe the only person we’ll ever share this with. My heart flutters at the idea. I know we’re young but I can easily see a life with Carter. My Deuce.

  “Drive faster, Deuce,” are the only words I can manage to get out. My need for him is growing by the second.

  The car comes to a screeching halt and I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out. I practically run into Carter's house. I can hear him closing the door to the car. I open the front door and make my way to the bedroom. Sadness hits me for a second when I realize that I almost didn’t get to have this experience with him. I hurriedly strip off my clothes and shoes. I make sure to put his jersey on and I climb into our bed. That thought has me feeling safe and happy. I push the jersey up and spread my legs, nervously waiting for Carter to enter the room. My entire body tingles with anticipation.

  “Deuce,” I call out as he walks into the bedroom. I hear him suck in a deep breath. His eyes run all over me before he reaches behind him, pulling his shirt off over his head.

  “When I’m inside you”—he pauses for a second—“you call me Carter,” he warns.

  “We’ll see.” I smirk before he’s all over me.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Carter

  “I’m wet,” she says with a half-embarrassed whisper as I climb on top of her.

  “Yeah, so? You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’re supposed to be wet.” I kiss her eyes and then her cheeks and then along her jaw line. Her fingers tangle in my hair.

  “Is there anything I could say where you would be like, ‘no, gross’?”

  I pause in mid-kiss and pretend to consider this for a second. “Nope. I like you dirty and clean, wet and sweaty and”—inspiration strikes—“everything in between.”

  I grin while she rolls her eyes.

  “Please tell me you didn’t just rhyme.”

  “I know. I’m pretty great, aren’t I?” I reach between my legs and test her readiness. I’m about to show her how great I really am.

  “Deuce, you’re silly.”

  I half snort. “No one’s ever called me that before.”

  A smile dances across her lips. “I like that there’s a side of you that only I see.”

  “You’re the only one I care about. The only one I love. Now hold on because I’m about to make love to you.” I almost said fuck, but
that’s not what we’re about to do. Our bodies are going to have a communion. I take my cock in my hand and guide it to her tender, vulnerable opening.

  She sucks in a breath. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

  “Sure it is.” I try to project a little confidence here despite my own doubts. My two fingers felt snug inside her cunt and my cock’s a lot bigger than two fingers. Just looking at how big it is between her legs is both ratcheting up my arousal and making me wonder whether this is gonna work out. What if I hurt her? What if I lose control and she doesn’t enjoy it? Should we wait? I can eat her out, finger her until she’s not so tight and tiny.

  I swallow and slide the tip against her juices. It feels amazing. I can’t wait. “I’m gonna make it good for you,” I say in a guttural tone. “I promise.”

  Her eyes shine with trust. I position myself at her lush opening and watch as the broad head of my cock parts her swollen cunt lips. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My eyeballs roll into the back of my head. Pressure sits at the base of my spine. I’m gonna explode. Keep it together, Carter. Keep it together.

  “You okay?” I choke out.

  Mallory rubs her lips together and gives me a brief nod. “You’re just so...big.”

  My dick swells and my cum turns into liquid lava. “No talking,” I growl.

  “I’m sorry but you are. Your...dick feels huge and you have just the tip inside!”

  My self-control is about to slip from my already weak grip. If she talks about my size one more time, I’m not going to be able to handle it. “No talking,” I order sharply. “You don’t get to say anything but my name. Got it?”

  Her eyes grow wide and a mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Okay, Carter.”