Carlos and Maven (It's Time Book 1)

by ChaShiree M.

  “Yea. Its great. Your house is awesome. Hey why don’t you come and get in the pool with me.” I am about to tell him to slow down when I see Carlos walk into the room. Suddenly, my mind doesn’t belong to me anymore at this moment. Neither does my body. My nipples stand at attention, pulling me toward him as if they have a string connecting directly to him. I lick my lips wondering what he tastes like. I know what his cum taste like. He made me clean myself off. That was so fucking hot I still shiver when I think of it.

  “Maven. I asked you if you want to go swimming with me.” I know this is my chance. So even though his hands on me, make me want to vomit all over him, I nod my head and giggle like he said something funny. I untie the dress I am wearing as we start walking toward the pool. I hear a growl from the other side of the room and I smirk knowing exactly who it came from.

  I am just about to drop my swimsuit when I see Sky, looking quite upset run from the backyard toward the house. I turn to go follow her. Rounding the corner, I am stopped before making it to the stairs by Carlos. The first thing I register, is his hands are actually on me. He is touching me. Carlos Roscoe, is touching me. My body is on fire. Arm alight with new sensations starting from the very spot, we are connecting.

  “It’s time, Maven. I am 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.”

  Holy hell. I moan as his breath hits my neck. Whimpering for him to put out the fire.

  Time to put my big girl panties on. Literally.

  3

  Carlos

  I needed something to get my mind off her tight pussy and all the things I want to do to it. No good comes of me being so jacked up with no outlet. Working is the thing that used to soothe me. Ever since I met her, nothing works and I have a feeling nothing ever will but her. My Maven. My sweet, sugary, sexy, sultry, tight pussy having Maven.

  Get a grip Carlos. You have a multimillion dollar deal you could be delving into. Concentrate. How the fuck can a man concentrate when the fucking candy store is so close but oh so far?

  After I saw her and went home that night, I had a talk with myself. I said I wouldn’t do it. Said I would leave her alone. Let her innocence be. The problem is, with one look, she injected herself in my veins like heroine. At night I lie in bed jerking my cock over and over again trembling and shaking like a junkie. Waiting to get a taste of her in my mouth to stop the withdrawal being away from her induces.

  Now, there are no misgivings. Xavier is going to go postal. This I know. As private as he was about his life and girls, I know he is going to lose his shit. A few months ago, it would have mattered to me. Now, I give NO FUCKS! If he didn’t want me to take his precious little girl from him he should have kept her hidden. Should never have brought her out in the open and let me catch her scent. Fucking ripe sweet pussy, out in the world, wind blowing that untouched smell in the air. The fuck I look like walking away from that?

  I talked to Phil and Gray the other day to let them know. I fully expected them to call me a dumbass and wax poetic about how I was jeopardizing the company and shit. And they would have been right. But nothing is going to deter me. To my surprise, they did nothing of the sort. They listened, told me they understood and had my back. I got the feeling from both of them that something else was going on but I decided not to push my luck. If they need me, they know where I am.

  Getting no work done, I decide to go home and shower. When I walk in the door, I take a second to do something I have never done since I bought the house. I try to look at it from Maven’s point of view. When she walks in, will she like it? Will she find it too sterile? Is it modern enough but still have a homey feel? Can she see herself here, raising our kids, building a life? For that matter does she want to build a life? I forget how old she is and that just because I am at a point in my life where I am thinking about a wife, life, kids, she is probably thinking college and frat parties.

  The last one makes me growl thinking of someone with their hands on what belongs to me. After pulling off all my clothes I stand under the sprayer head leaning against the wall stroking my cock trying to calm him down. I don't want to hurt her right out of the gate. Plenty of time for that later. Fuck. Conjuring up the smell of her pussy I stroke my beast over and over telling him it's almost time. I need to let the steam out, but I stop myself from coming. I know I should think about what she wants and her plans for her life, but fuck if I give a shit. I have to breed her. Now. Now. Now.

  With that in mind, I stop beating my meat and finish washing. By the time I put on my sweats and turn down the lights, I hear the car I hired pulling up. Bringing my future to me. Too eager to wait for her to ring the doorbell, like a bouncy high school boy, I pound down the stairs and open the door just as she exits the car and walks towards me.

  On the outside I look calm and in control. On the inside I feel like Muhammed Ali. My soul is bouncing, floating across itself, the adrenaline high and intense. I had fully intended to take my time and give her sweet little kisses as we walk through the house. I want to make her feel special and comfortable. But watching her walk from the town car to my front door is more than I can take. As soon as she makes it in front of me, I wrench her through the door and slam her onto the wall as my front door closes.

  “Carlos? What’s…” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence because I immediately crash my mouth on her. There are no coy kisses. No permission for entrance. She gasps as her mouth opens for me and my tongue lays claim to her. My sweet, innocent, sultry little Maven is with me every step of the way. She mewls and moans in my mouth, as her hands take their place on my head, gripping my hair as she uses it as her anchor. Her legs, wiggle, up and down on the outside of my thighs, her hot cunt, setting a blazing trail through my pants. I can hear the frustration in her moans, knowing she is trying to wrap her legs around me.

  “Fuck Maven. I wanted to make this good for you. I had it all set, but hell if I can stop now.” I say to her pulling her legs around my waist.

  “I don’t want sweet Carlos. I just want you. I want us. The way we are. And this….this is how we are. Raw and uninhibited. I’m here. Take me.”

  The fuck did she just say to me?

  “You need to be sure. Shit Maven. I’m barely finding the willpower to say this. But I need you to be sure. Once I drill my cock inside of you, that’s it. You will never be free of me. I am going in you bare baby. You know what that means don’t you?” I ask sniffing her neck before sinking my teeth into it. I need to mark her in every way I can.

  “Carlos. I can’t….I…..yes. Just yes.”

  “No, Maven. I need the words. Tell me you know, that once I do this, you are mine.” I need to hear the words. I need to know she needs this as much as I do. I need to make her mine in every way. Starting with feeling her virgin blood drip down my cock, as I fuck her over and over, making her feel the power behind my need for her.

  “Yes. I understand. I want it too Carlos. I want to belong to you in every way.”

  “As you wish.” My hands grip her ass, reaching for the top of her underwear. Her hands have begun exploring my body. Leaving a trail of sensations with every scrape of her fingernails. One touch and I'm already hooked.

  Pulling her panties down her legs, I get a glimpse of her pretty pink cunt. With her back against the wall, I drape her leg over my shoulder and lick her clit to her pussy hole.

  One taste and I know I'll never need another pussy as long as I live.

  “Oh fuck, Carlos. That feels amazing.”

  “Oh, baby. I'm just getting started,” I say before diving back in. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter, paving the way for my cock to drive home.

  “Fuck, I'm coming, Carlos.”

  “Good girl,” I say standing and wiping her juices from my chin.

  “Are you going to fuck me now?”


  “God, yes.” I all but drag her to my bed. I finish stripping her, and toss her into the center of it. “Spread those thighs, let me see what's mine,” I growl. She does so and I quickly pull my clothes off. I've never done anything faster. I palm my cock to calm myself. I haven't ever been so excited.

  Climbing up on the bed and in between her knees, I line my cock up with her opening and surge forward, making her mine. She winces. I pause. Leaning down, I kiss her. She is my fucking drug.

  “You can move now, please I feel so full. I need you.”

  I move in and out of her, giving us what we both need. I feel her clenching around my cock like a vice and it feels incredible.

  She comes screaming my name, and I can't help filling her womb with my seed. Breeding her. God, I want that more than anything.

  I am such a bastard. I know that I fucked her tiny little pussy up the moment my cock made contact. But it didn’t stop me from turning her over several more times throughout the night to get my fix. I heard the hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure and I still couldn’t stop myself from taking a hit of my favorite drug. Her pussy has hooked me and I will forever be a junkie. The most addictive part of it, is that Maven never once turned me away. She was with me every step of the way, talking dirty to me, begging me to destroy her like a missile on a launch. Pushing her plump ass back at me, demanding I take her harder and harder. Fucking girl was made for me. Thinking about it right now, I have to squeeze my cock to calm him down. Looking over at her, so beautiful, peaceful, sexy….MINE. I know I need to let her sleep so he needs to play dead for a second.

  Walking downstairs to the kitchen, I feel a certain peace. A lightness I have never felt before. Like I have accomplished some big feat and came out on top. I suppose this is true. I am not a virgin by no means. That ship sailed when I was 25. But that first encounter taught me that sex meant something. I never did it again. I was determined to have what my folks had and I knew I couldn’t have it sleeping with anyone. So, I did win. I found her. Now it’s time to make it official.

  She walks into the kitchen, so soft and bright. Her shyness, in the midst of everything we did last night, is endearing. It proves what I knew all along. She is the woman I can fuck like my own personal whore and on the flip side, take her out and she will fit right in with the elite. My own personal diamond in the rough.

  “Hey baby. You sleep well?” I ask her as I kiss her head before seating her at the table.

  “Yeah. I was so tired. I wonder why?” Cheeky little vixen.

  “Well, I am sure you worked up an appetite. Hope you like pancakes.”

  “Love them. Thank you for this.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for doing what I was born to do.”

  “And what’s that?” she asks. Almost a whisper. Cheeks pink and head down.

  “To take care of you, Maven. I know now, that I was made simply to take you, have you, breed you…..Love you.”

  “Love? You….you love me?”

  “With everything I am. I am curious though…..what are your plans now that you have graduated?”

  “Ummmm...college...I guess. My sisters and I have our pick of Universities and I think we were settling on Harvard. At least, that was the plan.”

  She says the last part with a hint of uncertainty and I have to admit I like that. Simply because, the thought of her being out of my reach makes me feel feral. Like a lion on the prowl, protecting his herd. I have to find a way to keep her.

  The rest of breakfast is pretty quiet. Both of us aware of the obstacles that lie ahead. She finishes her food and goes upstairs to get dressed. As much as it grates me that my home is not her domain...right now…..I know she needs to go get ready to meet her father and sisters for lunch.

  “Have a good time baby. I will be thinking of you. And so will ‘he’.” I say, rubbing my cock against her.

  “Mmmm…..I will miss him too.” she leans on her toes, slaps a kiss on me and is out the door before I can hold her to me and inform her she is going nowhere.

  Son-of-a-bitch. I don’t know what to do with the energy coursing through me. It not like anything I have ever felt. Fuck it. I walk to my workout room, throw on my boxing gloves and try to pound out some of the aggression. Usually my mind is clear when I am boxing. But the same things keeps chanting over and over to the rhythm of my glove hitting the bag.

  Breed her. Breed her. Breed. Breed. BREED.

  FUCK IT. I gotta do what I gotta do. She belongs with me. Xavier be damned.

  4

  Maven

  I have never in my life snuck out of the house, let alone back in. But here I am, just graduating high school, sneaking around like a giddy, disobedient school girl and I hate it. But what else am I going to do? My dad would lose his fucking mind and neither Carlos nor I are ready for the fallout of that.

  After getting out of the town car which I had drop me off at the west of the house, I sneak across the lawn and climb the trellis giving thanks to the decorator who thought of this. This would be fun, except for how sore my poor little girl cave is. Jesus. Walking is a feat in the impossible. I can feel my legs bow out, which they have never done before. Thinking about the state of my legs and pussy, I am stuck in the memory of how he took me against the wall, demanding I give myself over to him. Forcing me in the most delicious of ways to give in to everything he wanted from me. The truth is, I wanted to give him everything. I wanted to agree with all of it, and allow him to take over everything I am. The feeling of him inside me, hitting the deep parts of myself I didn’t know existed. Shit. My nether region is tingling just thinking about it.

  Putting my feet down onto the floor in my room, I check it over to make sure no one is in here and immediately go into the bathroom for a shower. Once my shirt is over my head, I notice all the marks Carlos left on my body. My breast tender and bruised. My neck, red and raw from his stubble. Remembering when he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it. Pleasure that intense is so foreign yet so welcome. His warm hot mouth, loving the turgid points. I don’t recognize my own eyes as they take in the body of a woman in front of the mirror. I find myself rubbing my hand over the peaks, moaning, wishing for him to be here right now.

  Get a grip Maven. You have to get ready.

  Talking myself down from the lust train, I jump in the shower, hissing as I run the washcloth over my tender pussy. After finishing up, I get out and get dressed. Making sure to wear a t-shirt that covers my chest area. No way in hell do I want my father seeing anything right now. When I walk downstairs, I notice no one is around. Looking at the clock to make sure I am not running late, I note, I am right on time. Hmmm...interesting. Where is everyone?

  Running upstairs, I call out the names of my sisters.

  “Corral. Sky. You guys here?” I knock on each of their doors and no one answers. Well...ok

  It isn’t until I walk into the living room that I see the note addressed to all of us.

  My princesses. I had to go into the office today. Lunch is still on. Meet me at Natalia’s at noon. The driver will be there to collect you three. Love Daddy

  See why I won’t tell him yet? To him, my sisters and I are still his little bitty girls. I love my dad though. He has been the best single father a girl could ask for ever since my mom left us. Now where the hell are my sisters? Time to text them. Thank goodness we set up a group text for times like these.

  Me: Hey. Where are you two? We have to leave to meet dad at Natalia’s in 10 minutes. He is expecting us at noon.

  Sky: I will meet you guys there. Don’t worry. I will be on time.

  Corral: Sorry running late. On my way. Meet you there.

  Me: Well where were you guys?

  Corral: Library

  Sky: Gym

  Me: OK! I guess.

  See what I mean. When I look at other siblings, especially sisters, they are much closer than we are and at times like this, when I really need someone to confide in, it makes me sad.

  The ride t
o the restaurant is quick and my nerves are getting the better of me. I just know everyone at the table is going to be able to tell I lost my virginity. I mean it has to make me look different right? I certainly feel different.

  As soon as I walk into the foyer, I see my dad and my sisters there. The thing I note to myself immediately is that Sky does not look like she was at the gym at all and Corral is uncharacteristically dressed in jeans and a tank. My hackles rise instantly because it is clear to me that I am not the only one with secrets.

  “Maven. My sweet girl. Thank you for meeting me. I have something for you girls, but first we should order.”

  We each look over the menu like this is the first time we have been here. When in truth, Natalia’s is our favorite place to eat. I order chicken and waffles which is my guilty pleasure. Sky get her shrimp and grits and Corral the fried chicken with a side of greens and candied yams.

  “Now that we’ve ordered. I want to tell you girls how proud I am of you. Your mother and I wanted nothing more than for you to pursue your dreams. She would be so happy with the three of you. We often discussed what we would get you for a high school graduation present and the thing she wanted you to experience above all else was the world. So, to that end, I got you girls a trip around Europe for the summer. You begin in Iceland then go to, Italy, Spain, Greece, Ireland and end in Scotland where I will meet you three to finish out the summer on a family vacation.”

  I am literally at a loss for words. Any other time, before Carlos, this would be a dream come true. But right here and now, I am stuck in a state of disbelief. Literally, I can see everything I thought I knew, being stripped from me, right before my eyes. I am in an impossible position. My father paid for this, so of course I am going, but Carlos, is never going to go for this.