by Vivian Wood
“It looks easy when you do it,” I say, leaning against the counter.
Eve flashes me a smile. Holding the kitten up, she flutters her long lashes at me. “Take the kitten, Carter. Look at how cute and sweet it is.”
Raising my hand, I pet the mewling cat. It’s small enough to fit in one of my big hands.
I look at Eve, my lips twitching. “Say it again.”
She looks at me, questioning. “Say what?”
“Call yourself my girlfriend again.”
A dimple flashes in her cheek as she grins. “I’m your girlfriend. And you’re my boyfriend. And this? This is your cat. So I think you should name it.”
I slide a hand around Eve’s hips, pulling her close. “If I name it, will you put the cat in the bathroom and let me fuck you?”
Her cheeks flush pink but she nods excitedly. “Yes.”
I lean down and kiss her lips. “Mmm. Okay. How about Lady Marmalade?”
Eve chuckles. “We don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy yet!”
“I don’t think that human gender constructs really apply to felines.” I shrug.
She hands the kitten to me, looking amused as the vast size difference between us. “Here you go. Now you’re a proud cat dad.”
I look at the fur ball in my hand, my lips curving up. “Hi Lady Marmalade. Or maybe you’d just prefer Marmalade for short. Hmm?”
The kitten meows at me and it is settled.
“Sounds like a plan. Now if you don’t mind, little cat, I have to take my girlfriend into the bedroom for a while. You hang out in the bathroom… and then when I’m done, we’ll see about feeding you and finding you a place to use the bathroom. Does that sound good?”
Eve is already slinking into my bedroom, leaving her shoes in the doorway and unbuttoning her jean skirt. “Are you coming?”
Fuck yes. “Just a sec…”
I sprint to the bathroom, locking a startled Marmalade inside. Then I turn to the bedroom, rubbing my hands with anticipation as I go.
15
Carter
She flexes her hips into mine, leaning up to twine her arms around my neck. I allow myself to be pulled down by her weight. Burying my face in her collarbone, I grab her neckline with both hands and rip her blue dress down to the waist. I expect her to protest again, but she just encourages me, flicking her hips against mine and letting out a needy gasp.
I find her lips with my own, kissing her as hard and as passionately as I can without drawing blood. My cock is pressed between our bodies and one of her hands slides down my neck and over my ribs, making its way toward my zipper.
I growl and grab her hands, pulling them up over her head. In this position, Eve is under my control, at the mercy of my hungry. mouth, my heavy weight on top of her body, my cock throbbing with need. I pin both her wrists with one of my large hands, my mouth ravishing hers, my kiss beyond punishing.
I trail my free hand down her curves to her outer thigh. Gentleness isn’t a factor here; I ruck her dress up as hard as I can, loving how she gasps in response. I press her wrists into the mattress, pulling back so I can look down at her gorgeous face.
Her blonde hair is in disarray, her cheeks are pink, her tempting little breasts in their see through lace bra are heaving. God, she looks so perfect right now, a wet dream come to life.
“Don’t move your hands,” I grit out. “Tell me you heard me, beauty.”
She licks her lips, a quick swipe of her tongue, and nods. “Yes, Carter.”
I give her a satisfied smirk, standing up. I pull off my jacket and discard my bowtie, then step out of my shoes. As an afterthought, I pull her heels off and unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.
She squirms a little as I kneel between her legs, looking down at her tattered dress and the parts of her body I’ve exposed.
Looking her in the eye, I shred the last bit of her dress and undo the front clasp of her bra. My breasts are freed and I take a moment to admire them, reaching down and feeling the weight of them in my hands. Eve arches up into my touch and I reward her by lowering my mouth to her nipple, teasingly kissing my way around it before scraping it with my teeth.
She moans, her hands coming down to bury themselves in my hair. I release her nipple and nip the side of her breast hard. Her whole body shudders as she says, “ow!”
“Put your hands back up over your head,” I tell her.
Eve blinks a couple times and then bites her lip, slowly lifting her hands above her head. I drop a kiss in between her breasts, groaning a little.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her overheated skin.
My cock throbs as I slide my body down, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her tiny thong. I skim her panties down her thighs, pressing my nose into the warm heat of her legs, just below her pussy. She’s already wet; I can tell from the stain on her panties and the way the earthy but sharp scent of her pussy rises to my nose.
She whimpers when I pull away. When she pleads with me, her whisper is pure need. “Carter…”
I smirk down at her, unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way and slipping it off. Eve squirms again, her hazel eyes darkened with lust.
I grip her hips with my hands, leaning down to kiss her lips again. “What is it, beauty?” I whisper against her warm lips.
Her hips dig into mine as she thrusts. “I need more.”
Hearing her innocent plea makes me want to unzip my pants and bury my cock so deep inside her pussy that I make never find my way out again. But I’m trying to take it slow, so I just kiss her hard, working my tongue against hers.
When she moans and writhes against me, I pull back, scanning her face. “I’m going to take my time with you, beauty. The longer you wait for me to fuck you for the first time, the more explosive it will be. And I have all the time in the world… so I’m not going to pop your cherry tonight. I’m going to make you wait a little longer before I pluck your petals, beauty.”
The exhalation of her breath leaves her lungs in a quiet moan. I see her hands flex. “Carter…”
I lift myself up and take off my slacks, leaving me bare underneath. Eve rocks her hips up, her eyes glued to my cock. She sucks in a breath and releases the tiniest groan.
Biting my lower lip hard, I run my hand down to my groin, drawing wide circles around my cock. I look down at Eve’s perfect body splayed out before me.
“Spread your legs for me, beauty,” I tell her. “Show me what I’m missing.”
Her face heats, but she looks so fucking hungry as she slowly spreads her knees wide, exposing her creamy pussy. I run my free hand inside her thigh, up to her pussy lips. She hisses and rocks her hips against the brush of my fingertips. I circle her entrance a few times, gathering the sticky moisture I find there.
“Does that feel good, princess?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “God, yes.”
I fist my cock, staring at her pussy, wet from its own juices. My dick is so sensitive from all this buildup that I can tell I won’t last long. So I focus on Eve, on driving her over the edge.
I trail my fingertips up, spreading the moisture that I’ve found around her clit. She closes her eyes and hisses as I draw lazy figure eights around her clit and her entrance.
“Bring one of your hands down here,” I order her. “I want to watch you touch yourself, dirty little girl.”
Her eyes open, piercing me as she draws one shaking hand down the length of her body. She touches her pussy lips oh so gently, her fingers bumping mine as she caresses her clit. She starts to close her eyes again, a little mmm rising from the back of her throat.
“Use your other hand to feel your tits,” I say.
She grasps her nipple, tweaking it hard. A shudder of pleasure racks her small frame. I grip my cock, pumping it a few times. Then with the other hands I run my fingers down to her pussy entrance.
I stare at her face. “Look at me, Eve. I want to watch your expression when I fuck you with my fingers.”
Her green
-brown eyes open, pinning me in place. Her plump lips part as I tease her entrance. She’s slick with want, making it easy to slide one thick digit inside the warmth of her body.
Her expression turns to one of ecstasy mixed with torment. For a moment, I’m afraid that I’ve hurt her. But she starts feverishly moving her fingers. in small circles around her clit.
My body tightens with need. I try to keep the grip I have on my cock light, but my hand is already working my dick over just the way I like it.
I’m determined to get Eve to the breaking point before I spill my seed all over her pretty body.
“Do you like that, beauty?” I whisper.
She bites her lower lip, her hips thrusting. “Give me more,” she says, her voice sultry. “Fuck, Carter…”
I turn my hand so that my palm faces upward and introduce a second thick finger to her tight pussy. I can feel the walls of her channel start to tremble as I begin to work my fingers in and out slowly.
“Oh god,” she gasps. “Oh god…”
“Look at me!” I command. “I want to watch you unravel, Eve.”
The second her hazel gaze lands on my face, she starts pulsing, her innermost muscles spasming. Her lower body convulses and her eyes roll up in the back of her head. She lets out a strangled groan, the sound of it like music to my ears.
“Fuck, Eve,” I grit out.
Only a few seconds later I feel my balls draw up and my cock start to twitch. I jet pulses of semen across her lower body, my eyes closing briefly as I come so hard that it almost hurts. I hear a strange sound, only realizing moments afterward that it is a low moan escaping my chest. I desperately thrust a few final times, wringing out every drop of pleasure left in my body.
When I open my eyes and let myself sag onto the mattress beside Eve, I’m unable to speak. She twines herself around me, seeking my mouth, and I kiss her with lazy flicks of my tongue.
I close my eyes and let myself drift, my arm encircling Eve’s waist, my nose buried in her honey-scented hair.
16
Eve
Three Months Later
When I wake up, Carter’s side of the bed is empty. I roll over and stretch in the early morning sun. My legs ache a little from having sex last night. But it’s a good ache, one that reminds me of Carter even when he’s not around.
My alarm starts going off and I casually reach over to turn it off. Carter sticks his head out of the bathroom with his toothbrush still hanging in his mouth.
He’s bare-chested and wearing only soft blue boxer briefs. A true wall of a man, he’s hard in all the right places. Only his sweet lips and devilish eyes are ever soft.
I look at him, still amazed that I get to call him mine. He disappears for a second, coming back to dive onto the bed with me. I squeal as he tackles me, holding me down as he kisses my neck.
“You’re so damn hot in the morning,” he utters. “I don’t know how you do it.”
My cheeks flush. “I think you just like that you have got me trained to wear nothing but a pair of panties.”
He mmms, bringing his big hands up to cup my. breasts. He molds his hands around them and teases my sensitive nipples. “That certainly doesn’t hurt things.”
“Oooh,” I breathe out. “Don’t start something if you can’t finish it.”
“Oh, I can finish it all right…” He buries his face against my neck, his mouth finding that spot on my neck that makes me moan.
…which is exactly when the doorbell rings. Carter groans, holding me tighter when I try to escape. “It’s probably no one important…”
My moan turns into a giggle. “At seven in the morning on a Saturday?”
“Exactly. Everyone civilized in still in bed, trying to get lucky with their beautiful girlfriends.”
I roll my eyes. “Let me just check the screen and see who it is.”
Carter holds me close for one final moment, kissing me on to shoulder. “I’ll look.”
Then he gets up with a groan. Crossing my bedroom, he taps a large iPad attached to the wall. As I stretch my arms over my head, his expression turns serious.
“Uh, Eve… I think your dad is here.”
I’m up faster than I would’ve thought possible, ducking under his shoulder to look at the iPad. My heart is in my throat. I see a white man in a dark suit trying to unlock the door. He gets frustrated that his key apparently doesn’t work. When he flashes a grimace at the camera again, my stomach fills with acid.
“It’s him,” I affirm. “Shit, I have to get dressed. Oh man…”
I reach up and press a button on the iPad. “One minute… I just have to put some clothes on…”
I hear the tinny recording of my father’s low swear. Even this far removed, it gives me goosebumps. I am in so much trouble…
Especially when my dad finds out that Carter has spent the night here.
I swallow, glancing at Carter with wide eyes. For the briefest second, I consider asking Carter to hide or leave.
But do I really want that?
No.
I turn and rush toward my walk-in closet, desperate to grab whatever I can clothe myself in.
“Should I leave?” Carter asks. He follows me into the closet, pulling on his khakis.
I grab a bra, putting it on quickly. “No. Unless you want to, that is. I would rather have you here.”
He nods, blowing out a breath. “It’ll be okay.”
I nod. “I knew I should be expecting him. When I applied for the loan and asked the bursar’s office to send back his check, I figured he would show up.”
I cram a long black cotton dress down over my body, then hustle out of the closet. My pulse flutters. Carter is right behind me, pulling on a t-shirt.
“This is probably not going to be pretty,” I tell Carter. “I’m sorry in advance.”
As I rush downstairs, Carter follows me. “Can it really be any worse than my mom’s initial reaction? Thank god she came around after a week. Hey, maybe your dad will be cooler than you think.”
I give him a doubtful look over my shoulder. “Do you mind waiting while I answer the door alone?”
Carter nods. “Whatever you want, princess.”
He heads into the kitchen area and starts making coffee. Butterflies practically rioting in my stomach, I skitter to the door and wrench it open.
My dad glowers at me. “You left me waiting on the porch like the help.”
I step forward, offering him my cheek. “Hi Daddy. Sorry, I had the locks changed a couple of times. If I had known about your visit, I would’ve made sure that you could get in.”
That’s a lie. I had the locks changed because I knew that my dad had access to the house. I sleep better knowing that he can’t just slip in and wreak havoc.
My dad kisses me on the cheek but he doesn’t look exactly happy. “Well? Don’t leave me waiting any longer!”
I suck in a breath, holding up my hands in a pacifying gesture. “Daddy, I just want to prepare you for what’s inside. Or rather, who is inside.”
My dad’s eyebrows jump up with alarm. “Do you have some guy in there?”
I flush. I can only nod. “His name is Carter. And he’s my boyfriend—“
My dad pushes me out of the doorway, barreling inside. He sees Carter making coffee and points at him, enraged. “Who the fuck are you?”
Carter brushes off his hands, coming around the island and toward the front door. “Hi, Mr. Moreland. I’m Carter Morgan. It’s nice to meet you.”
He extends his hand and my father sneers. “What is this?” He looks at me, his chest heaving. “What did I tell you about dating Cubans? Huh? They have bad temperaments, every last one of them!”
Carter’s expression goes blank. He straightens up, withdrawing his hand. “Sir, I’m not Cuban. I’m as American as you are. My mom is from Senegal, though.”
My dad looks at Carter like he would strike him dead with a glance if he could. I can see him coming up with a comeback so I hastily intervene.
“Daddy, I—“
“Don’t!” My dad raises one finger, telling me to be quiet. He never looks away from Carter. “You think you can come into my house and touch my daughter?”
Carter squints, folding his arms across his chest. His expression remains neutral but I can tell it’s a front.
He’s really pissed.
“I’m here as a guest,” he replies evenly.
“I knew it!” my father howls. His gaze swings to me. “The check I sent got returned to me. You know that? I tried to tell that bitch at your school that they were wrong, that you needed my money to attend this school. When she wouldn’t take my money and the Dean of Medicine wouldn’t take my calls, I knew something was wrong.”
The acid in my stomach sloshes around dangerously. “I think if we can just sit down and talk—“
My father explodes. “Choose! Right now, you fucking choose. Me, my money, the nice house I rent for you, the Mercedes that is in my name, the fancy clothes that I buy—“
“I choose Carter,” I say, lifting my chin as I cut my father off. “All the luxuries you buy me are nice. I like having them. But when it comes down to it, I would rather have my boyfriend than all of the bling.”
My father opens his mouth, gaping like a fish for a moment. “You can’t be serious! I mean, he’s just a boy!”
Carter clears his throat. “Actually, sir, I’m a professor at the medical school. And I know Aiden.”
“What, that scum?” My dad makes a sweeping gesture. “Claiming to know him does not help your case, young man.”
I ball up my fists. “Don’t talk about Aiden that way!”
“Really,” Carter says, a hint of anger showing. “I’m proud to be his half-brother.”
My dad’s eyes widen. “You two are related to each other?”
“No!” Carter and I both say at once.
“Yes you are.” My dad points his finger, wagging it between the two of us. “I knew something stunk to high heaven. Eve, pack your things. You’re coming back with me.”
