by Vivian Wood
She turns away again, wasting no time in hustling Olivia toward the elevator. As I watch them disappear inside, Aiden sighs and looks out at the distant beach.
“Happy independence day,” he murmurs, sipping his drink. He slides his gaze to me.
The corners of my mouth lift. “Right back at you, man.”
We both drift to the roof railing, leaning against it and enjoying the last of the fireworks in silence.
2
Eve
Room 507. Ten minutes.
That’s all I text Carter. I don’t want to seem too needy. So when I hear the sound of knuckles rapping against the solid wood of my hotel room door, I am relieved.
But my pulse also picks up.
I walk over to the door and open it.
Carter immediately presses his mouth to mine.
I lean into the kiss, my heart pounding. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his body.
His hand cups my chin and controls my head. With my head lifted towards him, his lips are on mine. I can taste nothing but the flavor of him, clean and masculine and raw.
His hand slips down to my neck, gripping the front gently. He puts a little pressure on it and I can’t breathe. My eyes meet his. My mouth opens. I love the sensation.
Carter kisses me slowly. When his tongue slips between my lips, I let out a moan, meeting it with my own. My back arches, my chest pressing up against him.
He explores the stretch of silky skin at my hip, and slowly moves lower, lower. He drags out every moment, an exquisite torture. He grabs my thigh and drapes it across his lap, leaving me exposed. His hand travels up toward my center, kneading and squeezing my thigh as he goes.
When his fingers brush my core, he finds me already wet.
“Oh princess,” he murmurs, his voice gone to gravel. He teases my crevice again with the lightest of touches. “You tight little pussy is already so wet. And it’s all for me. Isn’t that right, princess?”
“You turn me on,” I whisper. He grips my neck again, squeezing lightly.
“You are so fucking hot. You know that?”
I can do nothing but gasp and nod.
“Tell me who owns this pussy, Eve.”
He keeps teasing me, brushing his touch just the barest inch from my clit and my pussy. I gasp against, writhing.
“You do, Carter,” I tell him. “It’s all yours.”
He grins and squeezes my ass as he pulls me on top of his lap. As I straddle him, I can feel his cock between my legs through the cotton of my panties and the silky material of his pants. I’m already wet, but can’t help grinding against him.
He nips at my ear, letting out a soft groan. “Goddamn, Eve. You’re killing me. I want you so fucking bad and we’ve only just started.”
I rock my hips against his, making a needy sound. Even through his pants, I feel his heated weight, and I’m ready for him to tear off the rest of our clothes and fuck me right this second.
It’s never that easy or fast with Carter, though. He likes to take it slow, to tease and torture me. He likes to pull every last ounce of satisfaction from my body until I’m nothing more than a husk of a person.
His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw and then down to my neck. The cotton of my dress stops him, and he growls. With one hand, he pulls the entire dress off over my head. I’m left in my bra and panties, bare skin heating under his gaze.
A part of me feels suddenly shy, even though this is far from our first time together. Carter smirks at my shyness.
“You’re blushing, princess. That’s incredible. I love it when I make you fucking blush.”
I shoot him a tiny glare. “You’re terrible.”
“And yet, you stay with me.” He grins wickedly. He very slowly unhooks my bra and draws it down my arms. My bare breasts jut proudly out and Carter gives them their due.
He lifts me up by my waist so my nipples meet his mouth. The warmth of his mouth consumes one nipple, and the other. I feel the strange connection between my pussy and my nipples. Teasing one makes the other starts tingling.
I whimper as I feel my nipples harden under his tongue and teeth. I want desperately to be lower, to be able to rub myself against his cock again, but he keeps me firmly poised inches above his lap.
I squirm. He shifts his hands down to cup my ass. His hands that clutch my ass shift closer to my center. His fingers slowly, slowly spread me apart. I still have my panties on, but Carter doesn’t pay any attention. The ache of emptiness is unbearable.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he tells me. He never stops sucking on my nipples. “Slide your hand down to your pussy and tell me if you’re ready for me, princess.”
“Stop teasing me,” I say, frustrated.
Carter pulls back, cocking a brow. “I told you to do something, princess. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Pushing my lower lip out in a pout, I trail my hand down between my legs. Closing my eyes, I press my fingers against the white cotton, feeling the wetness he’s caused. A little huff of breath leaves my lips.
“I’m ready,” I say, still pouting. “I’m just waiting for you, Carter.”
“Hm,” is his only response. “Take off your panties, Eve.”
My lips part. I can’t take my eyes off of Carter as I quickly get rid of the piece of cotton.
“Straddle my lap,” he orders. When I hurry to comply, he smirks. “My princess is thirsty, I see.”
I blush, but there is no hiding it. So I nod and settle against his lap.
He slides a finger inside my pussy and pushes his thumb against my clit. I shudder at the surprise of it. I wasn’t ready for it, exactly. His fingers feel big and invasive.
But it still feels good.
I move against his hand eagerly. His hands are deft, with practiced flicks against my G-spot and just enough pressure on my clit to get me halfway to orgasm. I throw my head back and moan, writhing against his hand.
“Easy, princess,” he says. “I’m trying to be gentle with you.”
“Who said I want gentle?” I kiss him deeply, squeezing my eyes closed. “I want fast and furious.”
“Slow down,” he tells me. “Enjoy the ride, princess.”
There is a part of me that thought maybe he’ll just stop. Maybe it is all just a game, a power trip. I ride his hand harder, lifting my head, and offer my breasts to his lips again.
He spanks me once on my ass, hard.
“I said slow down,” he growls. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
The slap surprises me, but even as the sting fades and I feel my ass turning red, I also feel a new gush of wetness between my thighs. My pussy is on fire for him.
I need him like I’ve never needed him before.
Carter slips his finger out of my pussy and lifts me off his lap. He pushes me down onto my back. He kneels and spreads my legs wide, his eyes glinting as he takes me in.
“Fuck, Eve. You’re so goddamned beautiful when you’re naked and wet for me.”
I let my head fall back as he kisses his way down my thighs. When he reaches my mound, he kisses his way across it, trailing his tongue against my sweat-slicked skin. I dig my fingers into his hair, moaning at the thought of what is to come.
He comes so close to tasting me, really tasting my pussy, and yet he pulls back.
I shake my head back and forth, ready to burst.
“Fuck! Carter, come on!” I cry, pounding my fists.
“What do you want?” he asks me, smirking.
“Carter, please,” I say, arching my back as far as I can. “Taste me.”
“Taste you where?” he asks. “Here?”
He kisses my inner thigh. I make a frustrated sound.
“Eat my pussy,” I demand. “Eat my ass. Quit being gentle with me.”
He makes a satisfied sound. “Good girl.”
His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to m
e.
“Oh god. Oh, Carter!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. When he slides a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.
But this is too easy. I don’t want to come, not like this.
Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“I want to taste you,” I moan, breathless. “Let me suck your cock, baby.”
Apparently I’ve said the right things, because he immediately stops. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.
“What about you? Don’t you want to come?”
But even as he says it, he’s unzipping his pants.
“Yes. But I want to give you a little payback. I want to suck your cock but not let you come.”
He gives me a look. “That doesn’t sound as terrible as you think it does.”
When he shows me his cock, I bite my lip. I know I’ve seen it all before, but his cock is so perfect, so thick and long, so perfectly pink. That ache that throbbing deep inside of me doesn’t have a chance of stopping.
I reach for him, but he stops me. “Let’s flip the script. Lie down and prop your head up with a pillow.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I eagerly do just that. He straddles my chest, leaning on the headboard, and thrusts forward. I don’t have the use of my hands so I just open my mouth.
Carter bites his lower lip and uses his hand to guide his cock into my mouth. His mouth falls open on the very first stroke. “Fuck, princess.”
He tastes salty and earthy. I can’t move, can’t set the pace. I’m helpless.
Which is probably exactly what Carter wants.
He keeps one hand loosely on my head and caresses my cheek while he watches me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Because of the way I’m laying, even the mildest thrust makes me gag. My eyes water. I try to relax my throat and breathe through my nose.
His gaze goes from intense to nearly black in only a few minutes. “Fuck, princess. If I don’t stop, I’m going to come in your pretty little throat. I like the idea, but I really want to fuck you.”
He rises up, letting me sit up a little. I pant for a second as he brushes my hands away from my breasts, gently twisting my nipples until I cry out. He leans down and kisses me.
“I thought you wanted me to stop being gentle with you,” he whispers.
I look at him, issuing a challenge. “If you don’t fuck me right now, you’re a dead man.”
Carter climbs on the bed, looming over me. His eyes blaze with amusement.
“Dead man, hmm?” He grabs me, roughly pulling me into position beneath his body.
When he penetrates me, I feel every bit of his thick cock. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “More! Give me more.”
He rams his body into mine, his groin and thighs slapping my naked flesh. I squeal, eliciting a chuckle from him. He rocks his hips into my body a dozen times at lightning speed.
He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He fucks me fast for a couple of minutes before slowing down, going painfully slow.
“Carter…”
He shushes me. “Be quiet, Eve. I’ll make sure that you get what’s coming to you.”
He teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me. I writhe against him, lifting my hips. “Carter!”
He responds by going deep, fucking me so hard that I almost cry out.
Almost.
Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name.
“Oh, god. Carter… please! Please…”
He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.
“Not so fast. I want you to slow it all down. Get on top,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”
I bite my lip as he pulls out, laying down. On his back, he watches me straddle him. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, pushes the hair aside, and pulls my nipples. I look down and grasp his cock to bring him to my opening.
He moves his hands to my hips.
“Slowly,” he tells me. “Remember what I said.”
I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.
“Please,” I whisper when he is halfway in. He pulls me down onto him as hard as he can. I throw my head back and call out. It’s pleasure on the verge of pain, so complete and perfect that I can’t complain.
I want him too much.
My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. For a moment, the two of us move as one, our breathing harsh. All I know is the slap of flesh, the quiet groans pulled from his chest.
My breasts bounce wildly. Every part of his skin feels like hot silk underneath my fingertips.
“God damn,” he utters. “You are so tight, princess. So wet.”
My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.
My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him.
“Look at me,” he tells me. “Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me that it belongs to me.”
“It’s yours. Only yours, baby.” I flutter my eyes open, breathing hard. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
He pushes himself up and wraps my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control.
He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my breasts in marks that I know will darken to hickeys by the next day. I score his back with my nails, marking him in my own way.
My legs are locked around him. His cock is soaked with my wetness.
“Fuck! I’m going to come…” I gasp out.
I can feel my orgasm start to wash over me as my innermost muscles clench.
“Fuck!” he roars. “Christ, Eve—“
We both barrel over the edge together. When he explodes inside of me, I cry out.
“Fuck!”
“Fuck! Eve, fuck,” he whispers.
I shudder against him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. He kisses my neck gently and makes his way to my lips.
Carter lies beside me, lining our bodies up and holding me close as I struggle for breath. He’s breathing hard too, but he kisses my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. Each kiss is a burning brand, causing a shudder to ripple across my exhausted body.
I want to beg him to stop, but I also want to have him again, right now. There’s something about him that just makes me insatiable. He looks up at me, then presses a kiss to my lips.
I smush my face into his shoulder and try to breathe.
3
Eve
A Month Later
I stand on the rooftop deck of my brand new Montlake house, staring over the river that separates my place from the buildings just on the other side. I rented this house sight unseen, so I wasn’t really prepared for the view.
University of Washington Medical School stares back at me, set apart by a mere quarter of a mile and a little bridge. I knew that my new house was close to where I’m going to school but… the realtor really undersold just how close. I feel like I could bring a rock up to the rooftop here and hit the medical school on a good day.
Looking out at the school fills me with a burst of hope. Things are definitely going to be different here, that’s for sure. It’s late afternoon in early August, the weather hot and humid. But things are looking brighter now, especially for me.
My controlling father is three thousand miles away. I have this nice new house in a hip neighborhood, to live in and explore. And I’m finally going to start med school, albeit a semester later than all my peers.
If only my mom could see me now… I think she would be proud. A little knot of sadness forms in the pit of my stomach at the thought.
Walking into the living room, I peel my pants off and toss them on a chair. Then I sprawl on the couch. I look around for a second, taking the
whole of the airy first floor space in. It’s all decorated in light gray and white, even the slate floors.
Pursing my lips, I decide that what this room needs is some color. Not much, just a few pops. I stand up again, heading over to the huge bay window the draws light into the living room. I squint down into the yard, spotting a blue plastic bag stuck in a shrub, blowing this way and that when the wind changes directions.
Seriously? I’ve been in this house for like five minutes. Certainly not long enough for my yard to be filling with trash. I grab my phone because I’m waiting for my father to call; it wouldn’t be wise to miss his communication, even though I don’t know exactly when it will happen.
My father has a crazy temper, one that makes my personality seem sparkling by comparison. Anything can set him off, so… I’ll just keep my phone close by until he deigns to call me.
That plastic bag in the bushes? He would hate that.
I hurry to the front door, flinging it open and trotting down the front steps. I snag the plastic bag and head to the trash bins, placed discreetly along the side of the house.
As I make my way back, I see a flash of something orange on the steps. A fluffy little kitten startles at the sound of my footsteps, skittering off the porch and darting into the bushes.
I wait for a second to see if it will come back. But it isn’t interested in my attentions, apparently.
I am worried that is going to be a recurrent theme here in Seattle.
Sighing, I head back up to my front door. Steeling myself against the heat, I reach for the handle, which startles me by not turning. Frowning, I rattle the door handle for a few seconds.
Yeah, the door is locked.
I’m locked out of my house. Not only that, but I’m not even wearing pants.
Making a frustrated noise, I hit the door. Then I look down to the phone in my hand.
Who can I call? My half-brother Aiden and his girlfriend Olivia are over an hour away. The real estate agent might have keys, but she’s on the other side of the city. If I can even reach her, that is…
Groaning to myself, I turn and trot down the steps of my porch. I walk outside of my fence, wrapping my arms around myself. God, how stupid can I be, getting caught outside with no keys, no shoes, and no pants?
