I come up behind her and place my hands on her hips. I can’t help but touch her.
“Baby, these are disgusting,” I chuckle. “They can’t be better than what you have now, right?”
She looks down at her feet and pulls away from me.
I take her hand and turn her so we’re facing each other.
“Liv? What’s going on? Where are you sleeping now?”
She shrugs.
“A couch?” I hate that she’s been sleeping on anything less than a comfy bed. I wish she would have said something, I would have made sure she had a mattress and whatever else she needed.
“Like I said, I don’t really have anything. That’s why I’m here.”
“Look at me, baby. Are you sleeping on the floor?” A flash of anger burns through my veins at the thought of her curled up on the floor of an empty apartment for the last month. Why didn’t anyone know? Fuck.
She jerks away from me and takes a step back.
“Listen, Carter, I’m thankful for your help, but I don’t need your judgement. I’ve slept in worse places. I’m fine.”
“What do you mean, you’ve slept in worse places? Liv?”
I pushed too far, I know it.
She storms off towards the couches and I follow her like the lost puppy that I am.
I don’t touch her or say anything, I just follow her as she looks over the sad selection they have. If I thought for a second she’d let me take her to an actual furniture store and buy her anything she wanted to furnish her place, I’d be carting her out to my bike in no time.
As it is, I keep a short distance and let her weigh her options. She flops down on a hideous burgundy couch and puts her feet up. I can’t help but smile as she wiggles on the couch to test its comfort. I also can’t help but imagine her wiggling underneath me as I fuck into her tight, hot pussy while we break in the new couch.
I lift up her feet and sit on the end of the couch, placing her feet and calves over my lap.
“It’s actually pretty comfortable,” I observe.
“Yeah. And it doesn’t smell like cigarettes, and the cushions don’t have stains, even when you flip them over.”
“So you’ve visited this couch before then, have you?”
She nods.
“I like it. You should get it,” I say to her.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” She teases, feigning a tone of indignance.
I pull on her legs, sliding her closer to me as I lean over her body. She squeals, and I bend down, putting my hands on either side of her head.
“I think you like when I tell you what to do.”
She shakes her head “no” but I can see the desire in her eyes.
“How about when I tell you to cum for me?”
Her face turns a lovely pink as the blush creeps from her cheeks down to her neck. I caress her lips with mine. It’s just meant to be short and sweet but I can’t help myself. I lick the seam of her lips and she eagerly opens for me. I feel her hands at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss turns desperate as we each fight for control and release.
I adjust my body so I’m straddling her, my hard cock grazing her hot pussy and continue to devour her mouth.
We hear someone clear their throat and we both realize where we are.
Liv buries her head in my chest and whispers, “Oh my god, oh my god.”
I chuckle and look up at the worker. He can’t be older than 16, and I can see he feels more awkward than Liv does.
I stand up and help Liv. She stands behind me as if in hiding. I feel her fist my shirt and lean her face into my back in an attempt to disappear. I’ve never seen her so flustered and it’s fucking adorable.
“So, we’ll take the couch too,” I finally address the worker.
He just nods and puts a “sold” sticker on it before walking away.
I turn and gather Liv into my arms.
“Fuck, Carter, what the hell was that?” She says into my chest.
I chuckle some more. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t seem to help myself when I’m around you. I forgot where we were for a second.” I stroke her back, hoping to ease some of her tension.
“Yeah, I know the feeling.” She looks up at me and grins that wicked grin and fuck, I can’t wait to get back to her place and bury my cock deep inside of her.
“Let’s get out of here, love.”
I take her hand and walk towards the register. Liv takes her time counting out her money, and while she does, I hand the cashier my card. I wish I were buying her all new stuff, but I already know I’m going to get hell in a few seconds once she realizes what I’ve done.
She looks up with a wad of twenties just as the cashier is handing my card back.
She turns to me with fire burning in her eyes and I already can’t wait for her to work out her rage on top of me while she’s riding my dick.
“Carter! Why did you do that? I can’t believe you right now, I mean what the fuck?”
“That’s an odd way of saying ‘thank you,’ but you’re welcome.” I smile, and she flares her nostrils. God, she’s so fucking sexy when she’s mad.
“I… You can’t… fuck!” she stomps off towards my bike. I laugh and follow her out, stopping to talk to Dom who has been waiting by the truck.
Fifteen minutes later, Dom and I have her couch, table, and dresser loaded in my truck. I head over to the bike where Liv still looks pissed, but slightly less so when she sees her stuff in the back of my truck.
“Look, I’m sorry I went behind your back and got your stuff. You can pay me back by cooking me dinner in your newly furnished place?” I try to lighten the mood a bit.
Her face turns deadly and I know I fucked up.
Damn, this woman has more landmines in her head than anything I encountered overseas.
That’s ok, I’ll find them all and dismantle her fears and insecurities one by one.
“This is exactly why I can’t accept help from anyone. There are always strings, always expectations. You buy me a couch and now you want me to be your fuck toy, right?”
Her words cut me deep. How could she think that of me? What the fuck?
But her eyes look more hurt than angry, and her words tell me she’s not really trying to accuse me of being an asshole, she’s telling me how it’s been for her in the past.
“Liv, no. It’s not like that. I don’t want anything from you. God, I’m so sorry, Liv. I just wanted to do something nice for you. Please believe me.”
She’s fighting back tears. “I thought you were different,” she whispers.
Goddamnit.
“Fuck, Liv, please believe me. How can I fix this?”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Carter. I’m a goddamn shit show right now. I overreacted. I know you’re not like… I know you’re not like that.”
Relief washes over me and I think I might pass out from the whiplash of her emotions. She’s fighting this with everything she has, but there are brief windows where she lets me see her. The real her. I live for those brief moments.
“You do?”
She opens her eyes. “Yeah. I think I do. You’re different. I mean, you’re still here, for one. Even after… well, after everything.” She shrugs. “I don’t know how to do this.” She says in a quiet voice.
“You don’t know how to do what, love?” I take a step towards her, closing the distance between us.
“I don’t know how to… how to trust someone.”
Her words make my heart fucking soar in my chest. She wants to trust me. I’ll make goddamn sure she never regrets it.
I pull her close and wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
“Thank you for trusting me, you don’t know how much that means to me, Liv. I swear I won’t let you down.” I rest my forehead on top of her head and hold her for a few minutes. This feels big, weighty. And for once, I’m not scared. I want more. I want it all with her.
“I d
on’t mean to break up whatever moment you two have got going on right now, but I don’t have all day here,” Dominick yells across the parking lot, still leaning against my truck.
Liv laughs and I kiss her forehead, nose, and cheeks before letting her go.
“We’re ready, just follow us, Dom.”
He grunts and climbs into the truck.
I turn and help Liv on the back of my bike.
“Where are we going, love?”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t correct me this time.
“I live in the Crescent Ridge apartments on 164th.”
It’s a shit part of town and I don’t like that she’s been staying there alone but I’ve pushed my luck pretty far with her today and I don’t want to ruin anything.
“Yeah, I know where that’s at. Hang on tight, baby,” I say over my shoulder as I pull out of the parking lot.
Chapter 9
Liv
We pull up to my apartment and suddenly, I feel nervous. I never care what people think of me or my things, but I find that I want Carter to approve. For the first time in over 10 years, I’m embarrassed of my lifestyle.
Snap out of it, girl. If he doesn’t like your apartment, fuck him.
Even as I think that, I know it’s not true. Why am I so desperate for his approval?
Carter follows me up the stairs and I notice things I never paid attention to before, like how the metal stairs are rusted and the railing is completely gone in some areas. I see how yellow my door looks, even though I’m pretty sure it was white at one point. I open the door and see for the first time how shitty the carpet is – coming up in places, stained in others.
Shit, this was a bad idea. THIS is why you don’t let people get too close.
“So… yeah. This is it, I guess. It’s not much, but it’s what I could afford. I didn’t really leave the last pace with much so, ya know, I don’t need much space for anything…”
God, I’m rambling like an idiot.
Carter is standing next to me and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side, kissing my temple.
“Hey, it’s your space. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Liv.”
“Yeah, I know that.” Even though I don’t, and he has no idea how much his words mean to me.
I shoot him an annoying glare.
What the fuck is wrong with me? He’s being so nice, why can’t I just let him?
Carter just smiles and kisses me on my forehead. As much as I love his wild, passionate kisses, these sweet ones do something to me. It’s like I can feel him dismantle my defenses with each tender touch.
My mind can’t seem to let him in, but my body tells a different story.
Almost without my permission, I turn into him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his chest.
He covers me in his embrace, placing his chin on top of my head. A ridiculous thought pops into my head. A dangerous thought.
We fit.
“Let’s get your stuff in here so Dom can leave and we can break in the new couch.”
I laugh and pull away before swatting him on his chest.
“You’re so confident you’re going to get lucky, huh?”
Carter pulls me into him again and leans down so his face is inches from mine. I feel his warm breath on my face and my clit throbs.
“Baby, I don’t have to have sex with you to get lucky. Just the fact that you brought me here makes me the luckiest fucking guy on the planet.”
Sure, it’s cheesy, but also so sweet and fuck if I don’t feel stupid tears prick the back of my eyes.
His lips brush across mine and then I feel his hand tangle in the hair on the back of my head, pressing me deeper into his kiss as he opens up and sweeps his tongue inside of my eager mouth. He licks the sensitive area on the roof of my mouth and a moan escapes my throat. His other hand sneaks up the side of my body, caressing my hips, my ribs, my breast. I feel his fingers wrap around my neck, applying light pressure that fucking soaks my panties.
I love him being in control, which is a new feeling for me. I realize I feel safe with him. Totally safe. It’s unexpected and the swell of emotions in me catch me completely of guard. His hand moves up to cup my face and his thumb wipes away tears I didn’t realize were there.
When he finally breaks the kiss, we’re both gasping for air. Carter looks at me like… I don’t know. I can’t quite place it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that look before. Like… like maybe I’m precious to him?
Fuck. This is too much.
I step back and clear my throat, wiping away my ridiculous tears.
“So. My furniture. We should get it.” Very smooth, Liv. Idiot.
Carter just nods and reaches for my hand as we step outside to help Dom unload everything.
***
I order pizza for us as a thank you, and Dominic stays while we chat. I get up to grab more beers for the guys, and when I get back to the couch, Carter pulls me down into his lap. He’s still talking to Dom, he never breaks the conversation. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, like he just wanted to be a little closer to me.
I can’t hide the smile on my face as I lean back into Carter’s chest.
After about an hour, Dom heads home, promising to have a prospect drop the truck off at Carter’s place. I walk Dom out and close the door, locking it once he leaves. I swear I saw that same black car from earlier, parked in the same spot. The engine still running, the window down. I shake it off. I’m sure it’s nothing.
I clear the pizza boxes and empty bottles and come back to Carter, sitting on the couch. I straddle him and begin kissing and biting his neck.
His hands automatically glide up my thighs and rest on my hips.
“Fuck, Liv, what is this for?”
“Because I want to. You mentioned breaking in the new couch?”
Carter groans and nudges my head up so he can devour me with his mouth.
He slips his hands under my shirt and lifts it off my body. My bra follows shortly after.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re perfect. So fucking beautiful.”
He sucks my right breast into his mouth while his hand goes to my left breast, kneading and rubbing the nipple with his thumb.
I arch my back, pressing my chest further into him, grasping his shoulders and grinding down into his hard cock.
“God, Carter, yes…” I moan.
“I need you naked, baby. Right the fuck now.”
I stand up and work my jeans off, followed by my panties. Carter sits on the couch in front of me, watching the show. He pulls me in between his legs and stares at my bare pussy, no doubt glistening wet with my need for him. He slowly drags his eyes up my body, like he’s memorizing every curve.
“Stunning. You’re so gorgeous, Liv.”
He pushes me back slightly so he can stand and take his clothes off. Soon, we’re standing naked in front of each other. Carter is a fucking god, his sculpted body swirling with tattoos and his green eyes hooded and darkened with desire.
I look down at his glorious cock. My pussy throbs and aches remembering how good he felt inside of me. I reach out and stroke him, rubbing precum up and down his shaft.
Carter hisses and grabs my hips, pulling me close so he can bite my neck before licking the pain away.
“I need you inside of me Carter. Please, I ache for you.”
“Fuck, Liv. I need you too. Need that tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He walks us to the side of the couch before turning me around and bending me over. I reach out and grab the arm of the couch to steady myself.
Carter smooths his hands over my round ass and moves his hands up my back, rubbing every inch of my skin he can find.
And then his fingers roam over my scars, my marred flesh.
Shit.
I was so lost in the moment I forgot about the hideous scars on my back. I know he can see them, feel them under his skin.
“Carter, I…”
; “You’re beautiful, love. All of you.”
He leans down and kisses the raised scars. He’s so gentle it’s almost heartbreaking.
“Do they hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
He continues to kiss my back as his hands roam lower, lower, until I feel a finger slide through my soaking slit.
Carter rubs my clit and I jerk in his arms. I feel one finger enter my hole, and then a second. He starts pumping in and out of me, curling his fingers to hit my sweet spot.
“Yes, fuck, Carter, shit, that’s it!”
I feel his hard cock rub in between my ass cheeks, seeking some relief for his aching shaft. The hand not currently fingerfucking me into oblivion slides up my waist to cup my breast. Carter’s fingers move faster, his thumb circling my clit. My muscles tense and I try to hang on, riding the edge of my pleasure for as long as possible.
Carter pinches my clit and nipple while biting down on my shoulder and I scream out my orgasm, pulsing pleasure and gushing over his fingers. While I’m still riding out my orgasm, Carter slams his cock into me, hard and fast, and I cry out as another wave of pleasure overtakes my body.
“Jesus fuck, so goddamn good. Fuck!”
Carter grabs my hips and continues to fuck me hard and fast. One hand lets go of my hip and he smacks me on the ass. I throw my head back and moan, the sting traveling straight to my clit, making me squeeze my pussy around his dick.
“You like that, baby? Like when I spank you?”
“Fuck, Carter, more, please.”
He growls and smacks the other cheek.
“Yes! Fuck!” I cry out.
“God, Liv. So fucking sexy,” he says in between thrusts. “I’m going to cum, baby. Cum with me, Liv. Fuck, cum with me right now!”
His words set off another orgasm, ecstasy shooting out from my core, shaking my limbs and forcing out moans as my body convulses around Carter’s gigantic cock.
I feel him swell up inside of me and shoot rope after hot, sticky rope of cum deep inside of me.
“Goddamn, Liv, fuck, so fucking good. Fuuuuuck!” He all but growls that last part.
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