Her tits fell free and I groaned. “I knew you had perfect tits.” I sucked one nipple into my mouth and she clung to my head as I feasted on her sweetness.
She eagerly undid the belt buckle and button of my pants, reaching in, and gripping my dick through my boxer briefs.
A shock of electricity fired through me. “Fuck.”
She looked down at my dick, peeking over my underwear waistband. The hungry expression on her face, like she wanted to suck the life out of it, nearly made me come right then.
In a flurry of activity, we got naked and I pushed her back on the bed, crawling over her. I kissed her hard, and then I trailed my lips down her neck and sucked her other nipple.
“I want you,” she said, sounding as desperate as I felt. Her hips gyrated, seeking my dick.
“I have to taste you,” I murmured, ignoring my dick’s need to fulfill her request. I moved my lips down over her belly.
I pushed her thighs open and settled between them loving shimmer of desire on her auburn pussy curls. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Jess.”
“Make me come.”
“Oh, I will. Over and over.” I planned to make her come so much, she might have a hard time walking off the ship tomorrow. I knew I would.
I dipped my head, sucking her clit, making her scream out. Feeling more fucking masculine than I could remember feeling by her response, I sucked and licked and flicked her clit until I was writhing under my mouth.
Then I dragged my tongue through her folds, lapping at her pussy entrance, drunk on the sweet, intoxicating taste of her.
“Carter,” she whimpered.
“I’m going to make you come, Jess.”
“Yes.” Her fingers gripped my head, pushing me back to her pussy.
I pushed her thighs open wider so I could go in deeper. I thrust my tongue inside her, lapping at her sensitive walls. Her hips rocked, fucking my face, her breathing coming in loud gasps. She was nearly there.
I pinched her clit with my thumb and forefinger as I plunged my tongue inside her again.
“Yes!” she cried out and her body went taut, and then convulsed in waves. It was fucking magnificent made even better by the sweet juices filling my mouth.
Slowly I brought her down, but I was far from finished. I pushed her knees up and out opening her wider.
“More,” I said, and then I devoured her again, until she was screaming my name and her body was shuddering.
I could have gone all night like that, but my dick was getting impatient. Actually, it was worse than that. I was fucking mad to feel her sweet pussy around my dick.
“Fuck me, Carter,” she said, reaching for me.
I move up her body, kissing her hard yet still denying my dick. I rolled us both, until she was on top.
“You fuck me, Jess.” I wasn’t going to last long, but maybe if she was on top, she’d come again.
She rose up over me, and sank down on my dick.
“Fuuuuccckkkk!” I growled, gripping her hips and gritting my teeth to keep from releasing my load right then.
She started to rock, and I forced myself to watch her. Her tits swayed and I levered up to suck them. Her pussy squeezed my dick as I did, and I was forced to give up and flopped back.
“Fuck…I’m going to come.” I used my thumb to rub her clit, hoping against hope I could feel her come on me.
She moaned. “Yes…so good Carter.”
Her words gave me the hope that she was getting close, but I was closer. I gripped her hips, my own bucking up, again and again, as pressure coiled tighter and tighter. Jesus, why hadn’t I invited her to my room earlier in the week because already I knew I was going to have the orgasm to end all orgasms, and would want more beyond this one night.
Then I was there. Teetering on the brink of oblivion. She sank down, crying out, and her pussy clamped down on my dick like a vise.
A nuclear blast detonated from my dick to my brain. My hips rocketed up, and I started coming and coming and coming. I was barely aware of the feral groan I released as it echoed through the room.
She rode me, hard and fast, and then slow, until my dick was completely spent.
As always, I emerged from the memory with my hand around my dick and cum all over my belly. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but I’d had to make do with it over the last four years.
Now that she was back in my life, sort of, I wondered if we could have the real thing again.
6
Jess
Alex worked really hard today, so as his reward, I took him down to the beach and into the ocean. We had done this a few times, so having my swimsuit in my bag was commonplace now. I had to admit that it was lovely to be on a beach, and in the cool water on an especially hot day. I loved to see how rejuvenating the water was to Alex, and so was happy to include it in his recovery.
Since seeing Carter the day before, being on the beach and in the water today reminded me of our week on the cruise in Mexico. We had several stops at beaches and the memories of that time were wonderful, and at the same time, they made me sad that they were in the past. But Carter and I weren’t 22-year-old single, carefree people anymore. To be honest, I wasn't really one then, except for that one week. Now I had a career and a son that I had to think about, so my week with Carter was going to stay where it had been since the day I walked off the ship; a beautiful memory.
When Alex and I got out of the water, I laid down two towels, one for each of us, and helped him down to it because he liked drying off in the sun. Concerned about burning, I brought down a beach umbrella and set it up because I knew that along with drying off in the sun, he often took a nap. I didn't want to have him recuperate from his back injury only to get skin cancer.
"You should put on more sunscreen, Alex," I said to him.
He grinned at me. "Yes, mother," he said in his cheeky tone.
I smirked and handed him the sunscreen. I sat on the other towel next to him, taking a moment to enjoy the sun.
The surf and the golden sun of California were two things that I loved about this place. In the year since I’d moved to California, I’d learned that there aren’t distinct seasons, at least in San Diego. Back home, in the Midwest, the summers were hot like here, but also sticky, humid. The winters could be bitter cold, and include several feet of snow. In the interim of the two, spring and fall, were the two times when the weather was perfect, and in fact, most like what I'd experienced year-round here in California. I didn’t miss the humidity or the snow, and it was another validation that I made the right decision to move here, even though it was ridiculously expensive, and a threat of fire and drought every year.
As I enjoyed the warmth of the sun, I got lost in thoughts that included everything from four years ago with Carter to wondering if I needed to stop at the grocery store on the way home tonight to pick up something for dinner. I realized I didn’t have my phone to text Reggie to ask her.
I looked over at Alex who was laying down and appeared to be asleep. Even in his sleep, he had a very satisfied smile. For a man who had lost a wife that he loved so much, that by his sons’ accounts, had left him a hollow shell of a man for many years, he seemed to have learned how to enjoy the small things in life.
I decided that he was probably all right there for a few minutes, so I stood up and slipped on my flip-flops. I didn’t bother putting on my swimsuit cover as I would be right back. I headed up toward the house. When I reached the terrace, I found my bag on the ground next to a chair. I bent over and started rummaging through it looking for my phone.
Behind me, I heard the door to the terrace opening, but figured it was the housekeeper, bringing out some water. It made me think I came up at a good time because both Alex and I should probably have some water since the sun and the ocean can dehydrate the body.
I straightened and then froze as I saw Carter standing there. He stopped short too, his gaze moved slowly over my body. Eventually it returned to my face, and there was no denying the hung
er I saw in his eyes. It was only then that I remembered that I was wearing only my swimsuit.
"Déjà vu," his husky tone made my blood heat inside at the memory of our time four years ago and how he made my body hum when he touched it.
He moved toward me, and I noted that he was wearing a suit today. It was odd because Carter I remembered had only worn shorts and a T-shirt, or maybe jeans. Yesterday he’d worn jeans as well. But now, the man in front of me was a businessman. A sexy businessman. It made me wonder if Carter looked sexy in everything he wore?
He was carrying a bakery box that he set on the terrace table, as he reached me. When he turned his attention to me, I realized that he was standing close to me like he’d done yesterday.
"I still think about that week in Mexico all the time,” he said.
His eyes held the same intensity as they did yesterday when he surprised me by kissing me. I felt it deep down into my bones. That's the way it had been four years ago; the chemistry and attraction was so strong, it was a wonder we couldn't see the arc of the sparks between us.
I knew that if he tried to kiss me again now that I would likely accept it. In fact, if he dragged me inside and touched me again, I'd probably give in to that temptation as well.
But I couldn't. As much as I would love to re-experience what we had four years ago, I was at work. My boss was just a feet away on the beach. And of course, there was Tanner, that I still hadn't figured out how to tell Carter about.
So was when his hand reached out as if he was going to touch my face, I took a step back.
Carter stopped and looked at me, his eyes and his tone turning soft. "I know I shouldn’t have kissed you last night, and maybe I should apologize for it, but to be honest, I'm not sorry. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t been able to help myself. Even now I would do anything to kiss you again."
Carter's openness with his feelings had been one of the things that made him stand out from every other man I'd ever dated. Initially, four years ago, I thought it was a gimmick he used knowing that women loved to hear things like from men. But by the end of the week, I knew that it was a part of him. He wore his feelings on his sleeve. I had never been so brave, and today I was even less so because it wasn't just me that I had to worry about, but Tanner too.
"I'm working now. And your father is my boss. I don't want to lose my job because I'm caught kissing the boss’s son."
Carter opened his mouth as if to say something but then hesitated and nodded. "I'm sorry, and I understand. You’re a professional doing wonderful things for my father. I promise not to jeopardize your job again."
"Thank you. I appreciate that," I said even though deep down inside I was a little disappointed he wasn't trying harder to sweep me off my feet and carrying me to a bedroom like he had that last night four years ago. Of course, it was a good thing that he was being respectful because that's what I needed.
"Your father's down on the beach having a little nap,” I said.
Carter looked out over the beach where his father was snoozing under the umbrella. He smiled, and I was warmed by the genuine love I saw from him towards his father.
Then he turned his attention back to me. "I brought dad’s special Scandinavian cookies that he loves." He pointed to the box on the table. He picked it up. "I'll bring it inside and leave them in the kitchen. I'll come back later to visit with him."
He turned and headed back toward the house. As he reached the door, he stopped and turned to me. "I would like to catch up with you, maybe take you out for dinner."
I smiled, feeling a mixture of sadness and regret that I couldn’t take him up on the offer. "I appreciate that, but again I'm not sure it's right since I work for your father and this job keeps me pretty busy."
I saw the disappointment in Carter's expression, but he smiled and said goodbye, then went back inside the house.
I stood there for a moment, wallowing in my own disappointment, but then pushed it away so I could get back to the task at hand. I took my phone back down to the beach, texting Reggie to see if there was anything that I needed to bring home when I left today.
Alex was still lightly snoring on the towel, so I lay back on my towel next to him, and of course, Carter flitted back into my brain. He had behaved exactly like he should have; a perfect gentleman. But in doing so I felt so disappointed that he hadn't pushed me a little bit harder. It was a reminder that while he was attracted to me still, I wasn’t special enough to pursue harder.
7
Carter
The office was quieter than usual, and it took me a few hours to determine that it was probably because my brother, Hunter and his new wife, Natalie were on their honeymoon. The two of them had a very passionate relationship that often got boisterous when they were butting heads. I had the impression that when they were at odds it was a form of foreplay.
Of all my brothers, Hunter was the one I felt was least likely to ever settle down, so it was surprising that he beat both me and Noah to the altar. Some might say that Noah was the least likely to ever get married, but I was certain he was still just sowing his oats. Hunter hadn’t just been sowing his oats, he seemed to have a real aversion to relationships until Natalie came into his life.
I was really happy for him. While I told Noah that I had no intention of settling down, it hadn’t been because of any aversion to getting married. It was more of an inability to find a woman who enjoyed the excitement and adventure of travel and life like I did. Some of the prospects I'd met in the last couple years only enjoyed the five-star type of adventure, like the spas and room service, but not so much the hiking into places that many others didn't dare to go.
I shook my head off my personal life and focused on the European expansion that my brother Ryan started, and Hunter and Natalie were in Europe following up on marketing research for.
I heard voices coming up the hallway. I looked up in time to see my grandmother and her dutiful assistant Andi in the doorway.
I rose from my chair adjusting my tie and jacket, so I looked professional. While she was my grandmother, she was also still head of the company, technically my boss.
"I heard you were back, Carter, but you haven't come to see me."
I looked down feeling guilty. "I'm sorry Gran. I was spending much of my free time visiting dad. I'd missed so much since his accident."
"Quite right that you should." My grandmother entered my office looking quite regal. She took a seat in one of the two chairs by my desk, while Andy sat in the other chair.
"Would you like a drink Gran, Andi?" I asked.
She waved a hand. "No, no. I'm just wanting to find out what's going on with the European expansion and what you learned in Asia."
I came around from my guest desk and leaned against the edge. "Ryan would be a better one to talk to about the overall European expansion, but I can tell you the numbers are looking good. And I'm still working on numbers for the Asian expansion, but so far they look good as well."
"That's good,” Gran said, then she laughed.
"What's so funny, Margaret?" Andi asked my grandmother. She was one of only a couple people who ever called Gran by her first name.
"Well, to think this all started from my sitting and trying to repair a broken sandal at the kitchen table when I was pregnant with Alex."
I grinned. "It's like serendipity. And now here you are, getting ready to retire, which makes me wonder why you're here. You aren't behaving like a woman who should be off enjoying the freedom retirement brings."
"As it turns out, Carter, it's not so easy to walk away from your life's work, something that you also feel duty bound to make sure endures."
“Do you have concerns about us?” I asked. Gran had decided that instead of making one CEO when she retired, she’d put each of my brothers and myself in charge of what we did best. For me, that was money and numbers, so I would be the Chief Financial Officer.
“Not at all.” She shook her head. “Okay, maybe at first I had some concerns. N
ot about each of your skills, but whether or not you’d all be as committed to the company as I was.”
I supposed that made sense. This was her baby, whereas we were inheriting.
“In the end, it’s hard to leave it, not because I’m worried but because I feel like I’m abandoning my baby.”
My first thought was to agree with her. I couldn't imagine walking away from the work I was doing for Strong Incorporated now. But then I remembered that there was a time that I had considered abandoning my duty to the company. It had been four years ago while on a cruise with a woman who excited me beyond measure. It wasn't just the physical attraction, but everything about her had lit me up from the inside out. The day that cruise ended, I had seriously considered asking Jess to get off the ship with me, and we could go somewhere else to have an adventure. The only reason I hadn't was because she had vanished the morning after I spent the night with her, and I hadn't been able to locate her before we disembarked. That cruise had been my last hurrah before starting work at my grandmother's company, and I’d considered abandoning my duty for a woman.
Of course, remembering that, brought me back to yesterday, and the day before, and how distant Jess seemed to be this time around. I wished I knew what that was all about. Had she changed in the last four years? Was she seeing somebody and that's why she was working to put distance between us? Or was it really that she worked for my father?
Because I knew Noah had sensed something between me and Jess, I surreptitiously accessed the report he'd run on Jess when my father was hiring her as a physical therapist. It had been strange to read his report and learn things about her that I hadn't known, such as originally she'd been from the Midwest.
The report primarily focused on her education and skills, so there was nothing about her personal life, such as whether she was married or in a relationship. The only thing Noah had been able to note was that she lived with a housemate named Reggie, although the relationship between them wasn't in the report. That little bit didn’t sit with me well at all. The fact that jealousy consumed me, suggested that I had a thing for Jess all over again. Or, more likely, I'd never actually gotten over. Perhaps my not finding a compatible woman since her, was less about not meeting someone who shared my passion for adventure, and more about them not being Jess.
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