He caresses his warm, firm hands up my back, over the exposed skin on my shoulders and up into my hair, holding me firmly in place as his lips find mine in a heart-stopping… mind-altering… orgasmic kiss. They are full and soft, firm and tender, rough and oh so skilled. He doesn’t seek my permission – he takes what he wants and I am helpless to refuse him.
Our tongues twist and tangle in a fierce exploration; Carter’s hands fisting in my hair, pulling me tighter, closer, forcing me to accept him deeper as he fucks my mouth with his tantalizingly talented tongue. I slide my hands up his taut back, his muscles rippling under my fingertips as I make my way up and into his enticing short black hair that complements his stunningly dark eyes perfectly. I tug it, taking my fill, losing myself in his kiss.
I pull back, panting, struggling to draw breath; to calm my rapid heartbeat as I lock down the raging storm of emotion welling inside me, focusing on the ache between my legs.
“Take me to your place, Carter… I need you to fuck me… hard.” The effect I have on him makes me feel powerful and sexy. I grab him by the crotch, rubbing my palm up and down his impressive length, hard as steel and ready for me. I hold his gaze as I tease him… daring him to take me.
Without a word, he wrenches my hand from his cock, circling his hand around my wrist, and pulls me through the crowd. He strides over to where Logan and Alexis are dancing. He has her pinned against his hot, ripped body, holding her wrists behind her back in one hand, the other roaming her body, circling his hips to the music – her excitement obvious in the way she moves. I can practically smell her arousal she’s so turned on. Logan is oblivious to everyone around him, focusing all his attention on her, giving her exactly what she wants - what she needs from him.
Carter interrupts their heated exchange with a hand on Logan’s shoulder and a quick word in his ear. A nod of acknowledgement, a panty-melting smile in my direction, and Logan turns his attention back to his date. Carter drags me toward the exit, his breath labored, his warm hand in mine, jolting waves of electricity throughout my body.
The anticipation of how explosive our tryst will be, is a tangible entity; a mist surrounding us, enveloping us, closing us off from everything and everyone around us as we quickly take a cab to his apartment. I have never wanted someone this badly… ever.
CARTER
Holy Fuck, she’s hot. Sitting in the back of the cab, I can feel the sexual tension between us build, ready to rage out of control as soon as I get her inside and all to myself. From the instant I laid eyes on her tonight, I knew… I fucking knew that I would be bringing her here and fucking her seven ways ‘till Sunday. She is without a doubt the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and just my type - tall, slender, toned; legs that go on for miles and will look fucking amazing wrapped around my head.
Her hair is beautiful, long and dark, and right down her back; perfect for me to grab as I ride her from behind. Her eyes are filled with hidden depths I could get lost in.
I don’t know what bills I throw at the driver as we jump out of the cab, and I don’t even care. I just need to get this girl inside… and get inside of her. Every move she makes is a turn on – and the dress she’s wearing… fuck me. It’s strapless, with some sort of puffy skirt that’s seriously short on her. If I was to slide my hand two inches up from the hem I’d be in the Promised Land, and it’s sexy as hell.
She doesn’t make small talk in the elevator; taking charge of the situation, she tells me exactly what she’s going to do to me, and I’m rock-fucking-solid by the time we reach my floor.
“I’m going to make you feel… so… damn… good… Carter. I’ll have you shouting my name as I suck you off; you’ll be begging to go down on me, and praying for sweet release by the time I let you fuck me – hard, fast, and just the way I want it.” Holy Shit. I’ve had my fair share of assertive women, but she’s in a league of her own.
She is beyond sexy as she talks dirty to me, pinning me with her gaze, biting on her succulent, pouty bottom lip. I’m guessing this is her power play, and most men will gladly acquiesce to whatever she asks of them because they know she’s going to be worth it. I, on the other hand, plan to show her exactly who has the power in this exchange. She’ll be screaming my name and begging me to give her a repeat performance when I’m done.
As soon as I open the door to my apartment, I pull her into my arms and pick her up, pressing her against the wall. I kick the door shut and drop my keys, freeing my hand to hold the back of her head as I lower my lips to hers. She tastes fucking divine, and she feels… fuck, I can’t wait to sink balls deep into her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh God, Carter, you feel so big. I want to see you.” We start clawing at each other’s clothes like animals. She rips open my shirt, the buttons scattering to the floor as I hold her with one arm, unzipping her dress with my free hand; all the while, kissing her anywhere and everywhere I can. There is no way I will get as far as the bedroom before making her come, she’s just too fucking sexy; I can’t help myself.
I lie her down on the nearest surface I can find and slide her dress off, throwing it behind me as I take in the sight of her, sprawled out on my console table – fucking perfection. She’s not wearing a bra; her perfectly pert, puckered nipples screaming for my attention. I cup her breasts, and the sight of her arching off the table, pressing further into my hands is such a turn on. Raking my gaze down the rest of her amazing body, I stop to feast my eyes on the sexy scrap of material that is her panties – deep purple satin, already wet with anticipation of just how good I’m going to make her feel. I want to kiss every, last, gorgeous inch of her… and I plan to.
I can see her hunger as she watches me unzip my fly, dropping my pants and boxers to the floor. That’s it, baby, take a good… long… hard look. The fire burning in her eyes has just gone fucking supernova. That response never gets old!
“See something you like?”
Her sexy grin turns dark and smoldering as she raises her eyebrows, moves her hand down onto her body, and starts to caress herself. Fucking… hell. She is a femme fatale - completely turning the tables on me. That never happens.
“See something you like, sailor?”
I’m on her in an instant, ravishing her, licking her, biting, nibbling, fondling, caressing… I can’t get enough of this girl; she tastes fucking amazing – like cherries; warm and sweet; her skin soft as silk. It’s nice not to be overpowered by some pungent perfume for a change. She is a delight to the senses in every way. I’m looking forward to tasting the effect I have on her, but right now I need to fuck her… so hard. I quickly grab a condom from the drawer under the table and rip the foil wrapper with my teeth.
The surprised look on her face amuses me. “Don’t worry, baby. Trust me… you are more than ready for me. These panties of yours are drenched. I’m going to slide into that tight pussy of yours; stretch you, fill you, and push you to your limits until you’re fucking screaming for me to let you come.”
I stand proud, letting her watch as I slide the condom down over myself. I’m not shy. I know I’ve got a cock that makes women beg; I’m fucking huge and I never get tired of the reaction I get when a woman sees me rock-hard and ready for her. You can see it in their eyes – lust, desire, and a hint of fear that I’m going to split them in two. It’s like a drug; I get such a high from it.
I revel in the desire in her eyes; she’s hungry for me, ready to let me do whatever the hell I want. It takes me a moment to realize what’s different about her… what sets her apart from any other woman I’ve slept with – there is no fear in her eyes; no uncertainty. This vixen laid bare before me knows exactly what she wants – my cock buried deep inside her while she’s screaming my name.
As she chews on her lip like a little temptress, I grab her slender thighs and roughly pull her toward me, impaling her on my cock in one swift move. Holy… Fucking… God… Almighty. She feels phenomenal. Her back arches off the table in response, taking every inch of me; a sexy as hell moan ripp
ing from her chest.
“God, Carter… You feel so good. Take me… hard.” I don’t need to be told twice, although, I don’t think I would tire of hearing her shouting my name and begging me to take her.
I start pounding into her as she wraps her legs around my waist in a vice-like grip. I need to taste her, kiss her; touch her all over. I pull her up and into my arms in one swift movement, never breaking my punishing rhythm. When her breasts press against my chest and her lips collide with mine, I try to think of anything other than the woman in my arms. I swear I could shoot my load just from kissing her. Add that to the fact that she has the tightest little pussy I have ever had the pleasure to fuck, and I’m going to seriously embarrass myself if I don’t try to calm-the-fuck-down.
She wraps her arms around my neck and twists her fingers into my hair; frantic; grabbing my head, forcing me to take every lick of pure fire that her tongue bestows on mine. My God, she is a phenomenal kisser; her taste - a hint of alcohol, fruity and sweet, and downright addictive.
She is so responsive; her pussy clenching around me as I slam into her, pushing us higher and higher towards that sweet fucking release. I spin us around and push her back up against the wall, my dick drilling into her as I slip my hand between us and flick my thumb over her clit. She is so wet for me - within seconds she’s screaming my name, clawing at my back; riding out her orgasm.
“Oh my God… Yes… CARTER!” As soon as my name rips from her chest, I can’t hold back any longer.
“FUCK… Addi... Fucking Hell.” My orgasm is so intense, I feel like my legs are about to give way underneath me. I’m crushing her against the wall to keep myself standing, but she’s loving it, milking me for all I’m worth.
I carry her over to the sofa; my cock still nestled snuggly inside her.
“Well… you didn’t disappoint, sailor.” Her voice is slightly shaky, not the same confident woman from moments ago. I pull her close, taking in the scent of sex and Addi – fucking beautiful. As I caress her face with my hand and move her hair over her shoulder, I can see a change in her eyes, the shutters going down - a steely exterior firmly in place.
“Right, hot stuff, I better get going.”
What the FUCK? She did not just blow me off after a quickie. And what the fuck is this pain in my chest right now? She is not leaving here before I’ve had my fill of her.
“Come on, Addi. Are you bored of me already? You know you want to stay a while. I’m not done with you yet… not by a long shot.” The cogs are turning as she decides whether to bolt, or give in to me… Yes.
“Show me what you’ve got then.” Without hesitation, I’m up and moving toward my bedroom, Addi cradled in my arms, naked and panting as I kiss her with a passion I don’t even fucking understand.
I make her scream and beg into the small hours of the morning, enjoying every orgasm I wring from her delicious body, time after time. I haven’t even gone down on her yet and I’ve lost count of how many times her body has tightened underneath me. The slightest touch of my hands on her pussy and she convulses in a whirlwind of ecstasy. I could get used to this… to her.
We collapse in a sated heap of sweaty limbs around 4 a.m. and I feel a strange sense of calm with this girl I hardly know, lying in my bed, curled into my side as if she belongs there.
ADDI
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shitty… Shitter! I can’t believe I let myself fall asleep.
I wake in the arms of the most amazing lover I’ve ever had. I mean he is like crazy skilled when it comes to my body. I had zero control over my own pleasure. I don’t like the feeling of having no control, and that’s just one of the many reasons I need to get the hell out of Dodge before he wakes up. I’m not really an advocate of leaving like a coward, but I can’t face this guy again.
As I extricate myself from his strong, tight, gorgeously tanned limbs, I can’t help but torture myself with the musky man smell, mixed with last night’s cologne and our sex. I take a deep, lingering breath, watching his striking features in peaceful slumber. He is a vision of male beauty, with a gorgeous tattoo on his shoulder that I would love to explore if I could bring myself to stay. With one last look, I creep from his bedroom, like a thief in the night, finding my way back to the lounge… and my clothes. I dress as quickly and as quietly as possible, holding my shoes rather than putting them on in case I wake Carter.
I feel bad about ducking out on him like this. He was so amazingly sweet, and rough at the same time. I already feel things that are not cool. As I make my way to the door, I spy a notepad on the kitchen island, and something in me just can’t leave without some sort of goodbye. I pick up the pen lying next to it and scribble a message.
Had a great time, Sailor, thanks for the thrills.
You certainly know how to create waves.
Addi
I need to sound detached, but I don’t want him to think I didn’t enjoy myself. What I can’t say is - YOU ROCKED MY FREAKING WORLD. I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, that Carter was the best sex I will ever have. Shit… I need to get out of here before I go back to his room, crawl back into his arms and lose myself to the ecstasy he can bring.
As I walk down the street toward my apartment, I am simultaneously elated and deflated by my predicament. My insides are churning at the realization that I won’t see him again, or feel the immense connection I felt to him; but at the same time, I know I have a goofy grin on my face and a carefree swagger to my walk at the mere thought of our night together. I don’t even notice I’m at my building until I see Lily and Xander on the sidewalk, close to a flashy as hell sports car, which I’m assuming is his. Why am I not surprised that billionaire boy is flaunting the wealth?
“Addi Warner. Doing the walk of shame.” Lily gives me a disapproving but loving look as I flash her a massive grin.
“Who said I’m ashamed? I had a fabulous night. Tell Carter I said Hi when you see him.” I don’t even know why I said that.
With a cocky grin Xander responds. “I will pass along your regards, Addi.” He sobers, leans away from Lily, and quietly thanks me for helping him out with some preparation for their date today. I give him a playful warning, but he knows that if he hurts her, I will hunt him down and break his stupid chiseled face.
I grab Lily into a tight hug and give her some much-needed advice. “Please try to enjoy yourself today, let go, don’t think, just feel, enjoy and go with the flow. Okay?” She nods her agreement and my job is done. I leave them to go on their date and head up to the apartment.
When I close the door behind me, a gray cloud descends upon me; acutely aware that Carter will probably have woken up by now and realized that I left without a word. To add insult to injury, I left a goddamn note talking about waves. Sometimes I really do hate myself for the dumb things I do.
I try to shake off my funk but it doesn’t really happen - the day spent slumming around the apartment, unable to force myself to shower his smell from my body. I’m so freaking pathetic, it’s almost funny. I am a walking cliché of womanhood, kicking about in my PJs thinking about a guy. The only difference is that I chose to walk away instead of waiting around for him to show me the door.
The guys I usually go for are a sure thing, and I know that they will count their lucky stars to spend the night with me, but there was something about him; something about the way he took command of my body, as if it was his to do with as he pleased. It was an incredible turn on, but simultaneously scared the shit out of me. The last time I lost control was with Gavin, and look where that got me, fucked up beyond all recognition. I hide it well… I think, but I will never let any man do that to me again.
Everyone thinks Gavin’s ultimate betrayal was cheating on me with any college girl that so much as smiled at him… but that doesn’t even scratch the surface of what Gavin Jenkins did to me four years ago. I live with it every day; it’s always there, and it always will be. I don’t let myself wallow in it because that’s not who I am, but today, with the smell of Ca
rter in the air, I let myself take a beat to consider how different my life could have been…
I’m so happy to have Lily home, and to be able to distract myself from thoughts of the past. She had some sort of fight with Xander, but isn’t exactly forthcoming with the details. Instead, I tell her all the gory details of my wild sex with Carter, which she says is TMI, but I like her to know what’s out there to be enjoyed. She’s almost finished college and she’s still a virgin. I want more than anything for her first time to be a great experience, not like mine. I figure the more she knows and the more we talk about it, the more at ease she’ll be when she finally takes that step.
After a few bottles of wine and some trash TV, I head to bed, a sense of dread washing over me. I spend the night staring at the ceiling - wondering what, or who Carter’s doing right now. The thought of him with someone else makes me nauseous. What the hell? I hate this. I’m exhausted and horny as hell, thinking obsessively about a one-night stand. I seriously need to get my shit together.
I finally give in to my racing, traitorous mind, and slide my hand under the sheets; my fingers dipping down into my wet folds. I’m soaked just at the thought of Carter de Rossi and his toned, masculine body - slick as I push two fingers into my pussy, coating them, ready to give myself the release I so desperately crave. As I pull them from my tight entrance, they glide up and gently caress my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I lose myself to the sensation, remembering the feel of his skilled hands on my flesh; long, strong fingers, teasing me, flicking, fucking me; large, warm palms pressing firmly against me, letting me writhe and beg for more.
I can almost smell his intoxicating scent surrounding me, pushing, driving me toward an incredible climax. My back arches off the bed as I give in to the explosion of sensation unleashed on my body. I stifle the groans, careful not to wake Lily across the hall. My breath is ragged, my heart pounding as I let myself relax and enjoy the warm satisfaction that spreads through me.
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