Carlos and Maven (It's Time Book 1)

by ChaShiree M.

  Carlos & Maven

  A It’s Time Novella

  ChaShiree M.

  Copyright © 2019 by ChaShiree M.

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Carlos

  2. Maven

  3. Carlos

  4. Maven

  5. Carlos

  6. Maven

  7. Carlos

  8. Maven

  9. Carlos

  10. Carlos

  11. Maven

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by ChaShiree M.

  Coming Soon

  To my future. I am ready whenever you are. Come and get it.

  Prologue

  Carlos

  10 months earlier

  “Holy hell, Gray. Do you know who that is?” I ask as I am pointing to the girl by the cotton candy machine. Standing over there laughing with a group of preschoolers, as she scoops out cotton candy for each of them, is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.

  I have been on a pussy hiatus, if you will. My last encounter with a woman was about 10 years ago and that was a mistake. I was a virgin until that point. Out with some buddies, a bit too much to drink and tired of them ribbing me about being a 25 year old virgin and I snagged the first thing that wagged its tail at me. Can’t tell you her name, what she looked like…..nothing.

  But this one, everything about her is going to be tattooed into my very being. I can’t explain it, but something about her is provoking something inside of me. I have always considered myself calm, laid back. A go with the flow type of guy if you will. But right now, I feel anything but those things. There is a hidden part of me, I didn’t know existed. Its bestial, hard, feral. It’s currently trying to rip a hole in my khaki shorts.

  And shit if this isn’t the wrong time. Here I am at my companies family back to school picnic sporting a boner so hard, it could lift the fucking table in front of me and not a fucking thing I can do about it.

  “No. Never seen her before. She is a cute little…..”

  “Don’t finish that fucking statement asshole. Not one more motherfucking word.” I growl at him. He smirks at me, puts his hands up and walks away.

  Enough of this shit. I turn to find out who she is and she’s no longer by the cotton candy.

  Panic sets in. What if she has already left? How the hell could I be so stupid and let my future slip through my fingers. Damn it!!!

  Feeling the pain in my chest, as I walk to the car I am stopped by a number of my employees to say hello and thank me for a great outing. Right as I reach the parking lot, Xavier Solstice, our company lawyer comes up to me.

  “Carlos. I just wanted to say thanks for inviting us. The girls have been having a blast.” The fuck.

  “Girls?”

  “Yes. My daughters.” What the hell is he saying? Did we know Xavier had kids? I didn’t even know he was married.

  “You’re welcome. I’m sorry you have me at a loss here. I didn’t know you had kids.”

  “Yeah. I’m a bit private. Ah here they come.” I turn to see where he starring and my world tips on axis. My vision is suddenly blinded by the object of my horny cock. Walking beside two other girls who pale in comparison. I am about to walk over to her and lead her away from Xavier and his kids when his next words stop me.

  “Mr. Roscoe. Let me introduce you to my Triplets. Maven, Sky and Corral. They all celebrated their 17th birthday last week just in time for their senior year of high school. Girls, this is one of my employers, Mr. Roscoe.”

  Are you fucking shitting me? The pussy my cock is trying to seek and destroy is his 17 year old daughter?

  Well hell. How the fuck am I supposed to stop this runaway train until she turns 18?

  I am about to wave the white flag as they say, except little Maven. No. She licks her lips and peruses me up and down like I am her own personal feast.

  Hmmmmm…..no white flag here. Looks like I have met my match.

  1

  Carlos

  I am such a dumbass. There is no way on God’s green earth I should be here today at the girl’s graduation party. Aside from the fact that I want to do very inappropriate but delicious things to one of them in particular, I also cannot seem to keep the caveman instincts under control.

  Like now. She is in the corner pretending to flirt with some limp dick school boy to make me jealous and fuck yes it is working. My mind right now is conjuring up a million ways I can end him for thinking he has a chance with Maven. MINE, is the only thought that keeps running through my head. The little nymph knows it too.

  Over the past several months, we have had a few run-ins. I use the term loosely. They were more like encounters. Designed to test our willpower and torment us at the same time. Some orchestrated by her, some by me.

  A few months back, she came to the building ‘looking for her father’. She somehow ended up in my office. I was in the middle of a meeting with Jerry from accounting when she walked in. So innocent in her deception. Thick teenage body covered in leggings and a tank top. As much as she filled it out, it might as well had been a towel and nothing else. She feigned the wronged room.

  “Ooops. I’m so sorry. I must have taken a wrong turn. I thought this was my father's office.” I didn’t speak at first. I couldn’t. My cock was in my throat trying to strangle me. No matter how much I swallowed, it was still dry, waiting for her sweet pussy juice to coat my larynx. I was in a daze. Watching her walk further into the room, her plump ass jiggling as she sashayed her way deeper into the web of shit we didn’t need to navigate. My stomach began to contract, in anticipation of just how far she would go.

  Fucking nymph knew what she was doing. She smiled that sweet little girl smile at me, batting her long sultry eyelashes. Begging me to give in and fuck her against the door, table, desk and answering machine. Anywhere, just as long as I get my dick inside of her. It’s inconceivable and yet so fucking hot that she wants me as much as I want her.

  I damn near forgot Jerry was in the room until he was tripping all over himself trying to help her and lead her out of my view. Away from me. Red clouded my vision. I saw him move toward her and suddenly I was a bull in fucking Spain. “GET OUT!!!! NOW!!!” The menacing directive left me before I could stop it and fuck if I wanted to. No one, gets that fucking close to my woman if I can help it. She doesn't skip a beat knowing I am not referring to her. When Jerry finally leaves I take a second to steel myself. Can’t let the sweet smelling pussy get the drop on me. Her ass would own me lock, cock and barrel if she knew how embedded inside my core she is.

  “Maven. You know this is not your father's office. You came here for something else. What can I do for you?” Good. Don’t let her know she got you.

  “Oh Carlos. Always so serious. Maybe I just wanted to come and say hello. You know, thank you for being such a constant presence in my mind. Day...and night. Over and over.”

  The fuck. My dick is doing jumping jacks trying to get out my pants. I am just a man. How much of this shit am I supposed to take?

  When she sauntered her young ass over to my desk and attempted to sit on it, I called my secretary and had her escorted to her father. Promptly. After I cancelled all of my appointments and jerked off for the rest of the day to visions of her on top of my desk. Legs propped up, tits jiggling from my ministrations and hard from my mo
uth. Treating them like my favorite lollipop while her pussy drips all over the 15 million dollar contract on my desk. Wonder if it would be admissible in court if signed in cunt juice? Shit, I made myself chuckle.

  There were many more like that. The final one was a week ago. The day it went further than ever before, but I still managed to hold steadfast. But not by much.

  X asked me to drop some documents off at his place that I needed him to look over. Maven was home alone and in a bathing suit. The minute she realized it was me she started her shit. She turned to pick up some nonexistent thing off the floor and BAM!! Thong covered pussy in my face.

  “Oh baby. Your little peep show woke him up. Now he wants to play. Lucky for you, I am a bit more in control than my cock is. Lay back on the lounger and untie everything.”

  Face red and full of heat, she does as I tell her to do. Not bothering to appear impervious, I lick my lips as my anxious hands unzip my pants and pull my hard throbbing cock out of them. She pulls the final tie loose and my mouth is suddenly a river. The amount of moisture threatening to build in it, is unsurmountable. Wet dream is an understatement. She is my fantasy awake or asleep. Her hips though slender, are wide and inviting. They call to me telling me to come spread them and make them malleable. They are held up by the thickest fucking thighs I have ever seen on someone as small as she is. hmmmm….the dirty shit I could do to her thighs alone.

  “Play with your tits Maven. Make me believe you want it. Squeeze those little nipples hard baby. You know you deserve it.”

  Using the cum that has already begun to ooze out, I move my hands up, watching as she tweaks her little peaks over and over, writhing on the lounger. I say little peaks because her nipples are small and inviting, but they are surrounded by large, beautiful, dusky pink areolas and size C boobs. Fuck. Those tits look like my next burger right now.

  “Fuck Maven. I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers so bad so you can feed your cream to me. But that pussy, gets nothing until I am ready to give it. Open your fucking legs so I can see you saturate that lucky seat.”

  She is so caught up in her own lust she barely opens them.

  “Carlos. PLEASE TOUCH IT!!!” she yells. Her hips moving up and down seeking my motherfucking destroyer.

  “NO. FUCK MAVEN. Don’t ask me to defile you right now. BABY! I’m trying to do the right thing. NOW OPEN YOUR GODDAMN LEGS SO I CAN RAIN ON YOU!!!”

  My movements are frantic as I stroke myself over and over. Picturing what it would be like if I could walk over there and simply use my tongue. Lap up her sticky confession as it drips down her legs. Her pussy confesses to me how much she wants this and I want to give it absolution. On her back, on her knees, on top of me…..bent over the cabana…..any and every fucking place.

  “Oh shit Maven. Can you feel me? Even without me touching you, can you feel my promise, little one. When I take you….. Those hips will alert you to all the ways your life has changed. Now hold still.”

  I walk a bit closer to her, and with a shout and curse, I rain my fucking frosting all over her fucking face and neck.

  “Take my pearl necklace like a good little girl. Ah fuck baby. Shit…...son of a bitch Maven...ahhhhhhhhh.” I wait for the tremors to subside before looking up at her with hooded eyes. She is blushed from head to toe looking every bit the angelic devil she is.

  “Be a good girl, and wipe up all that tasty jizz with your hand baby and suck off. I want you to savor the very essence of me, Maven. That’s right. Clean yourself up. Nnnnnnn.” I groan watching her lick her fingers, picturing it being my cock as she cleaned me up after I made her dirty. My hand has a mind of its own and begins to stroke my cock again trying to convince me to take her while she is so open for me.

  I am trying to compose myself. Knowing that I am in Xavier’s house and he can come home at any moment. I managed to adjust my tie and straighten my pants. When I look up, Maven is staring at me, like I killed her puppy.

  “Why won’t you touch me, Carlos?” I can see the emotion in her eyes and it fucking guts me knowing I caused it.

  “Sweetness. I want nothing more then to put all of me all over you and inject you into my DNA, but you’re still 17. I am trying to do the right thing by you. Not to mention your father would have my ass. And rightfully so.”

  “I call bullshit. The age of consent in Georgia is 16. I am 17. And as far as my dad, we don’t have to tell anyone. It could be our little secret.” She saunters her beautiful self over to me and standing a mere finger distance from me, she pouts. The little shit.

  “That’s just it. I don’t want to hide anything about us. When you belong to me, every fucking person imaginable will know it. Your father included. Now be good girl. I gotta go. Tell X the papers are on the side table.

  That was our last encounter before this. Realizing I lost sight of her while I was reminiscing, I walk frantically toward the back of the house in just enough time to see her sister Sky run toward the stairs and Maven run after her. Taking this as my cue, discreetly, I walk the way she went. As I round the corner, I catch her hand just before she is out of reach.

  Our first physical contact. Heaven help us. This is the first time our hands have touched, or any part of our body. I feel the spark start in my fingers and radiate through my arm. The beating of her heart as she turns to look at me, eyes wide, acknowledging what I am at this very moment.

  We are more than lust. We have been playing, sending one another through the paces, but right here, right now, with her hand in mine, I can feel our very souls melding together. I push her into the wall and pin her with my hands above her head.

  “It’s time, Maven. I’m done waiting. I am only a mere man and you have pushed me far enough with your little boy posse. He was entirely too close to you baby. And you know it. Now it’s time, for me to make you mine, and fuck my breath into you. My place. Seven o’clock.”

  I walk away with a calmness my body is unaware of. My muscles are tense, my mind is whirring with all the different ways I am going to obliterate everything she thinks she knows about herself.

  Waiting is a bitch.

  2

  Maven

  My only thought when I woke up this morning was ‘it has to work’. Carlos Roscoe has been ingrained in my every thought, action and desire since the moment I saw him 10 months ago. I know he felt it too. There isn’t a doubt in my mind. But he has been steadfast in determination not to touch me. Oh we have tortured one another with other things, some of which still makes me blush. But he has yet to physically touch me and I am dying. Is it possible to die from too much buildup? I swear. I thought only men’s balls got blue. Well I am here to tell anyone who wondered that my clit and pussy have turned different colors waiting for Carlos to introduce his cock to my greedy snatch.

  Geesh. So when I got up this morning, my goal was to make him as jealous as possible and force his hand. I carefully picked out my outfit, making sure it was tight and short and would hide the barely there bikini I am also wearing to be used as a last ditch effort. I slowly feel like I am losing my mind. One minute, I am so sure of what I feel between us and in the next minute, I feel like a bratty little girl chasing something she can’t have.

  I wish I had someone to talk to about this. Most people assume that my sisters and I share everything considering we are triplets. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Granted we are very close and all extremely intelligent. I am not just saying that. We skipped the first grade and have been in special classes ever since due to our intelligence. We were all accepted and vetted by every Ivy League school you could think of. But that is where the similarities end.

  I am the girlie girl of the three of us. I like rainbows and glitter and pinks and purples. And I am the boy crazy one. I have never once heard my sisters talk about or to a guy. Sky is the sporty one. She runs track and plays volleyball. Her style is jockey chic I call it. Ponytails and letterman jackets. I tell her all the time how gorgeous she is. Then there is Corral. She
is the nerd if you will. Beautiful, totally funny, but all about the books. I look more like my father. Blonde, a bit on the thick side if you will with green eyes. The other two look like my mother. Dark hair blue eyes. Totally exotic.

  I wouldn’t begin to know how to tell them about this pulsing, can’t eat, sleep or think drive that has come over me to take my future and turn it all around from what I thought I wanted. They would never get it. I just wish for once, I could confide in them. Because the truth is, if this today doesn’t work, I am done. I can no longer sit on my hands with my heart being ripped open every time he walks away from me without making me his. I am going to leave and go to school 8 weeks early to soak my wounds and begin the process of moving on.

  “It’s about time you came downstairs Maven. Dad has been waiting for you so he can introduce us.”

  “Sorry Corral. I couldn’t decide what to wear. You know how it is.”

  “Yeah. Ok. Are you ready? I want this party over with so I can get started on my science camp project.” See what I mean. We finally graduate high school and she just wants to do more work. Don’t get me wrong, I am studious as well. We all graduated top of our class. But I know how to have fun and kick back.

  After dad does the introductions and the all the congratulations and well wishes have commenced, I search out my prey. I don’t see him but I do see the unknowing accomplice who is going to aid me in this endeavor.

  “Hey Frank. Thanks for coming.” I say to him as I walk over. He is leaning against the wall trying but failing to look cool. “You having a good time?” Not that I really care.