TAT Box Set

by Emjay Soren

  Fuck. Yes.

  “Really?” I lean in going to that spot just below her ear that I know she loves. “That good, huh?”

  “Yeah…” I had made her breathless.

  Score for me.

  "I’ll sing to the sky, a dog, a car, I don’t care, as long as it means I can kiss you." I lean in making the intent very fucking clear when she stops me.

  Fuck my life.

  "I was dared to kiss you, but only because I didn’t know how to ask you to kiss me." She rushed the words out and I wanted to laugh at her nerves.

  I smile and look at everyone chanting ‘Kiss’ noticing Noah’s eye roll and chuckle. "Should I kiss my girl?"

  Everyone cheered yes, to do it and it was all a ploy. I was kissing my girl.

  "All you ever have to do is ask, Carrie." I lean in wanting to go slow, my heart beating so loud I’m scared she will hear it. Four years I have known her, two spent wondering if I would ever get this chance. The minute our lips touch, something happens, like a shock to my system as every nerve inside of me lit up.

  I am kissing Carrie Beckett.

  When she opened her mouth to me, that was it. I drank her in, moving against her relishing in this moment. It was divine kissing her, Godly, religious, fucking something I couldn’t name. I just knew she was it, nobody could compare to her.

  Knowing everyone was watching I pulled back lingering a few seconds as I kissed her softly. "Jesus, my new reason for singing is more of that, Carrie."

  "I don’t need singing. From now on that can be an all day, every day kind of thing.”

  She shouldn’t have said that because now I will.

  I took her hands in mine and watched her laugh and blush from all the cheers around us. I just laugh at it. “You’re mine Carrie, I couldn’t give a shit what they say.

  *

  Carrie

  After the guys had all their gear loaded, we decided to head over to a friend of the guys, named Gavin. I agreed to go along and held Chad’s hand as we walked to my car. “Did you drive your truck?” I asked when he walked me to my used, but awesome and cute Honda.

  “Nope, you’re chauffeuring me tonight.” He took my keys from me, pressed the unlock button on my FOB and guided me to the passenger side.

  “I thought I was chauffeuring tonight.” I said with a smile, though I didn’t really care who drove.

  “Ok, I lied. I’m driving you in your car.” He was so demanding and ready to take charge. I was ok with that and I giggled like a dumb girly girl. “Love that sound.” He said and then leaned in kissing me square on the lips.

  Yay!

  I got in the car and buckled the seat belt while Chad walked around to the driver side. He was sexy even in the most mundane things, like getting in a car, walking, breathing…

  He got us on the road and then took my hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing our linked fingers. When he did those sweet little things, I swear to God, my heart stopped.

  “You’re lucky. I never let anyone drive my car.” I told him. It was true, I hated people messing with my mirrors and adjusting the seat and the heater and the radio. I was all about habit and not big on change. Seeing Chad in my car after he just readjusted everything spoke volumes about how deep I was into him.

  “Well, I kind of planned it. Regardless if you drove or I drove, I was leaving that show with you.”

  “Why?” I don’t know why I cared, I was genuinely happy we were in the car alone together, able to talk. It all felt so surreal. Especially after I had shared him all night with crazed fangirls and then the entire bar witnessing our first kiss, I was desperate for some alone time with him.

  “Because I wasn’t going to go another night without throwing down my moves and getting you to kiss me.” He winked again. He had to know that makes me totally crazy, in the best sort of way.

  “You sound relieved. Have you been holding back, Chad?” I was joking and he laughed, but I wanted the answer to that about as much as I wanted my next breath.

  He gave me a strange look, his brows drawn in and his head cocked to the side. “You really never got it did you?”

  Huh? “Got what?”

  “That I have been lusting after you for the better part of a year.”

  “What?” I asked a little too disbelieving. The way he had been flirting these last few weeks had been torture. To think I have been clueless for the last year is depressing. “No you haven’t.”

  “I think I would know.” He laughed. If he wasn’t joking I was a little pissed off that he never said anything but was still out fucking anything that would let him.

  “And what? You couldn’t see me through that oasis of pussy you’ve been wading through for the last four years?” I didn’t mean to sound so offended, but I never had been good at keeping my emotions hidden. I sucked at cards for that very reason. Now it appeared that I would suck at relationships.

  But Chad took my attack with grace and just laughed. “No, it wasn’t the pussy so much as your brother threatening to cut my dick off if I looked at you.”

  What the hell? “Noah knew you liked me?” I asked incredulously.

  “Liked you is putting it mildly, but yeah Noah has known.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Meaning I didn’t know if you were maybe interested or if you were still with the guy who’s name sounded like a car.”

  I laugh. “Brantley?”

  He gives a slight cringe and nods. “Brantley. So I never said anything.” He said Brantley with all the enthusiasm of someone who had just stepped in dog poop and I had to stifle my laugh.

  “I meant meaning as in ‘like is putting it mildly’?” See there I go laying it all out there.

  “Meaning that I wanted more than to fuck you. I liked you and wanted to like you more and Noah was a mean bully and wouldn’t let me.” He was joking but I knew what he was saying.

  “Ah I see, the age old adage of ‘bro’s before hoe’s’.” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation and actually enjoying it. It was heavy and so not appropriate for second date conversation but there it was and he seemed as content as me to go with it.

  “Well, yeah. Hoe’s are gross.”

  I laughed out loud and smacked his arm. “You’re a hoe.”

  He tsk’ed his tongue and pulled my hand back into his and kissed the top. “Was, baby. I was a hoe. Now I’m taken.”

  I spent the rest of the ride in silence letting those three little words make my butterfly belly quake in girly giddiness.

  ‘Now I’m taken.’ He’d said. I just hoped I was enough for him. I wasn’t a virgin, of course, technically. I had been sexually active as far back as I dare or care to remember. Not consensually active though, and not in a way that allowed me to grow sexually like a normal person, exploring and learning about my body and that of the person I’m with.

  I felt that sickness roll in like a fog over my mind. I hated my father. In moments like these I was selfish and only thought of what he had done to me and not the shit done to Noah. He’d taken me for years, as a child, a pre teen and then a full blown teenager. I had enough teenage angst going on I didn’t need to add the sexual abuse on top of it. He had told me that he was keeping me safe from other boys’ love and that it was right that the love of my body be given to him. I understand now more than ever how truly sick he was.

  He had officially robbed me of the one gift I would give to Chad. Whoa…wait…would I? It only took a fraction of a second for me to realize that yes, I would have given myself to Chad. I can have sex with him, but I will never experience the choice to give my first time to someone who would cherish it. And now he’d found us, possibly to make good on the threats he’d issued all those years ago.

  Chad sensed my shift in mood and pulled our joined hand to his lips kissing them. God, I love that. “You okay, baby?” He asked.

  I nod and kiss our joined hands in return. “Just thinking is all.”

  “About Noah?” He shifted in hi
s seat like he’s uncomfortable, I expect him to remove my hand but he doesn’t. He holds tighter. “I told you that we’ll get him the help baby, we just need to find out what the trigger was.”

  Jesus, he guts me. His concern for Noah and for me makes me want to scream and cry and tell my father that he was wrong, we are worthy of good love. “I know why, he told me earlier.”

  I didn’t know if Noah had talked to him about our father’s surprise visit and the stress it was causing him, but it was obvious from our conversation that he hadn’t. I was relieved he didn’t know because I didn’t want him to think I was hiding it from him.

  “What did he say?”

  I took a deep breath and pulled my hand from his. He looked at me, confused, but said nothing. Talking about my dad I could handle, but not while I was being touched. “Noah took off yesterday because he met with our dad, who has been calling him nonstop for weeks. Noah said he showed up at Slave to the Needle and they argued. Noah broke his nose and threatened him within an inch of his life.”

  There, like a Band-Aid. Just rip it off.

  He cursed a few times and just stared at the streetlights we passed. “And what now, he thinks he’s gonna come after you or something?” I knew Chad would think the obvious so it was my place to inform him otherwise.

  “We’ve never told anyone what he did to us. We ran, Chad. Noah was threatening him to prove a point. That point is if he doesn’t leave the minute we sign the trust papers that he will kill him. He was always a manipulative scumbag, so it doesn’t shock me in the least that he was calling Noah and asking about me. He knows how to push his buttons.” It was the hardest thing I had ever done to sit there and act as if it didn’t matter to me when in reality it was completely fucking with my head.

  “Why didn’t you tell me, Carrie?” He sounded hurt and I hated that, hated that my dad was able to affect even this small piece of happiness.

  I shrug my shoulders in indifference. “You had your practice and then the show.” I felt a blush touch my cheeks. “Then you kissed me and took it all away.”

  He smiled and I watched his eyes sparkle like a kid with a secret. “Well, it’s important I do my part.”

  I nod while batting my eyes like an airhead. He gets me though and starts laughing. “You’re amazing, baby.”

  I look over at him and smile softly. “Why?” I ask with an uncomfortable laugh.

  “Because you can laugh even though there’s a nightmare brewing in reality. It’s fucking endearing. You’re strong and it’s sexy as hell.” He isn’t being facetious, he’s dead serious.

  I wish he wouldn’t say things like that though. I was a coward, not brave. Noah was brave. “I don’t know what you’re doing with me, Chad, but I’m selfish enough to want you to keep doing it.”

  He was quiet and just sat there looking at me. It was then I realized that we were at Gavin’s and probably had been for a while. “Carrie…” He spoke my name like a prayer and waited until I looked him in the eyes. “I have a list of things that draw me to you, I’m still trying to figure out what I did that was so killer to make you finally look my way. Whatever it is, I hope I don’t fuck it up, because I’m seriously way more invested in this than I should be only a week in.”

  He didn’t wait for my reply he pulled me in and took my mouth in haste. He licked across my lower lip asking me to open, his tongue mingling with mine when I did. I could feel his breath fan my wet lips and couldn’t contain the groan of want that came from inside.

  In the past when I had made out with boyfriends, I hadn’t really felt the desire to take things to the next level. Kissing and making out had been fun and a passing of time, but nothing that did to me what Chad was doing to me now. My skin was sensitive to every touch. His hands were skimming my hip trying to pull me closer, but the gearshift was in the way.

  Letting my desires take over, I pulled back and unfastened my seatbelt, Chad watching in silence, confused by my sudden halt. I could see how turned on he was. Even through his jeans, it was hard to miss. Releasing his own seatbelt and turning the car off, he sat back and ran his hands over his face trying to calm down.

  Not what I expected…..or wanted.

  “What are you doing?” I asked not realizing how breathless I was. God he had me on fire and seeing him now, trying to rein in his control, had me trembling wanting him so badly.

  “You stopped… I figured I pushed my luck.” He admitted.

  I bit my bottom lip and shook my head, smiling as I climbed over the gear shift and into his lap. He cupped my ass immediately and pulled me close. Something between a moan and growl rumbled through his chest. I swear it was the sexiest sound in the world.

  “Jesus Carrie, what are you doing?” He was as desperate as I was, just as out of breath and just as turned on. I could feel his erection between the V of my thighs and couldn’t help but rock against it.

  “Kissing you, Chad.” I whispered in his ear before nibbling gently on the lobe. He grasped my hips, holding me in place and thrust his hips against me. He hit a spot that felt so amazing I cried out. My eyes locked on his, “Again.” I whispered and dropped my mouth against his.

  There was no hesitation from Chad; he kept up that same rhythm, stroking me through my jeans with a denim clad erection that I desperately wanted to set free.

  “Fuck, Carrie, I want you so bad baby.” He said the words against my neck as his hands lifted the hem of my top and slipped along my ribs, gently stroking the bottom of my breasts. Every touch made me whimper and ache and cry for more.

  His thumb slipped beneath the cup of my bra and stroked back and forth along my erect nipple. “God Carrie, you’re perfect baby. Let me taste.” He didn’t ask. He let me know that’s exactly what he was going to do. I sat back and lifted my top raising my arms above my head so he could strip me of it. Now exposed in my bra, one breast peeking out over the lace, Chad dropped his head between my breasts and started leaving soft kisses along my breast bone. He left one hand cupping my free breast, while the other stroked up and down my back. He stopped at my bra clasp, snapping it free and sliding it from my arms.

  He stared at every inch of my exposed flesh with the focus of a dying man in search of God. There was no part of this moment that was unwanted or scary. He wanted me and he wanted me in way I had heard about but never experienced. “You are so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He said as his mouth locked on my nipple and he suckled softly. His tongue did every erotic thing I’d ever imagined being done to a nipple. Every wet flick of his tongue and every hot breath against my fevered flesh brought a new sensation. He released me with a pop before cupping my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. He ravaged my mouth and captured my cries as I rotated my hips against him, working his erection, needing something that I was desperate to find.

  “Carrie, baby, I have to stop or I’m gonna make a real prick move here and find any way I can to get inside of you.” He spat the words as if they were acid on his tongue, but I knew he didn’t want to stop. Me neither, so I just rocked harder. “Baby, please.” He begged and lifted me from his lap gasping for air.

  My cry was of desperation, frustration and need. “God, please don’t make me stop, Chad. Something was… something was good … I think…” I tried to get back at his mouth and break down his resolve, but he held firm.

  To most people I’m sure this would have just been some Levi loving with their man. But to me it was, to date, the best sexual experience of my life. I had never touched myself because too many unwanted memories flooded me every time I tried. I had never wanted to be touched until Chad, and I had never felt intensity so extreme in my body before. Now I never wanted him to stop and that was what he was doing. I wanted him touching me harder, taking this euphoria to the next level. For once I wasn’t having the memories that kept me up at night. What I was having however, were some absolutely wonderful, filthy thoughts; each and every one of them centering on Chad Blake.

  Chad

  Holy fuck…was she�
��was she wanting to…

  “Baby, look at me.” I say it firm, but I am anything but calm or even slightly in control,

  “Carrie, please tell me that you’ve had an orgasm before?” I spoke with my eyes closed because I couldn’t look at her and not explode. I have never wanted anything more than her. No way would I fuck her in a car, but I would touch her and I wasn’t sure she would let me. I want to see her eyes, on fire and ready for whatever I offered, but scared she would tell me to stop.

  Yeah, I’m that fuckin guy.

  I forced myself to breathe and looked at her, searching for the answer. When she blushed and shook her head no it shot straight to my cock.

  “Fuck.” I moan and pull her in tighter against me, my cock pressing against her jean covered pussy. I rub my hands over her hips, cupping her ass in my palms as I thrust unwittingly against her. “No one has ever had this fine ass in their hands, never touched this pretty spot?” I whisper against her neck, full on thrusting against her as I pull her against me. There was no question if I could make Carrie come.

  She shakes her head no again, then thrusts herself against me on her own, moaning at how good she feels.

  “Let me get you there baby, let me have it?” I beg. I want to hear her cry out, scream. I want claw marks on my skin, blood on my lips. I want her to eat me alive.

  “Please yes… take it, Chad.”

  She’s breathless as she grinds on me and I have never been so turned on by dry humping. She may not have done this before, but her body knew what to do, I just had to guide her. “Give it to me, Carrie girl. Fall into it, I have you.”

  “I don’t know how, Chad.” She whispers, taking in shaky breaths as I fuck her dry.

  “Just relax and enjoy me while I do this and you’ll know what to do baby, I promise.” I reassured her as I let her ride me, doing exactly what I knew she would. Fuck, I could come watching her. She’s flushed and panting in between these little moans that fuel me to go harder, drive her crazy until she comes for me. I want my fingers in her, I want to know how wet she is for me. I want to feel her heat as I pump my fingers in her, my cock in her…fuck my tongue.