by C. M. Albert
I watched as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her eyes pinned shut as she gasped out my name. I slid my thumb into her mouth and her lips wrapped around it. “Suck it,” I growled, and she did.
Her tongue was tentative, but she drew it in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I about lost my damn load. She bobbed her head up and down my thick finger, finding a rhythm with her tongue and drawing it all the way into her throat.
“God that mouth on you, Presley,” I said, slamming my hips forward.
I didn’t want to be too rough and leave her too sore to walk in the morning, but my cock was aching to own every inch of her pussy before it unloaded. She clenched her walls around me again, and I thrust a little faster and harder than I should have, sweat beading my brow line as I drew closer.
Those lips wrapped around my thumb were like sweet torture as I thought of how’d they feel around my thick cock. I closed my eyes, the tightening of my balls letting me know I was about to explode. I gripped her hips, my head falling back on its own accord as I growled out like an animal, releasing deep inside her.
I fell forward, careful not to crush her with my weight. I eased my finger from her mouth and peppered her swollen lips with gentle, sweet kisses. She looked like a fucking sex goddess in my bed—which was ironic considering this was so new to her. I knew I didn’t deserve her—or deserve that special gift from her.
But I knew that before the night was through, I would go back for seconds. And thirds.
I would take as much of Presley Kincaid as she would give me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Presley
“COME ON, PRINCESS,” he said before I even had time to think about what I’d just done. Oh my god! I wasn’t a virgin anymore! I couldn’t wait to tell Willa.
Carter hopped off the bed and held his hand out to me. I was mortified, afraid to look down and see the evidence of what we’d done. There was a small red stain on the comforter, but not as much as I thought there would be. Thank god he had a dark bedspread! Carter scooped it off as if it were no big deal and carried it with us to the bathroom. He tossed it in the hamper in his large walk-in closet and turned to face me. It was stupid, after what I’d let him do to my body, but my instinct was to cover myself. Not because I was ashamed of my body, but because I just wasn’t used to being naked in front of a man.
“Presley,” he said, moving my hands away and stepping closer, “you are fucking perfect. Please never cover yourself in front of me.”
“Why are we in here?” I asked, looking around the large space.
“Because your body is going to be sore, beautiful.”
He ran water in the bathtub, adding some Epsom salt to the mix. “Here,” he said, pointing to the large soaker tub. “Get in.”
“In front of you?” I asked, gaping at him.
“No,” he said, stalking toward me and scooping me up. “With me.”
I shrieked as he stepped over the rim of the tub, then slowly lowered himself into the warm water. I sank against his chest, my back to his hard abs, and closed my eyes. The warm water did feel soothing. My vagina ached, if I was being honest, and my legs felt like Jell-O.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“For what?” he asked, his fingers running trails on my arms as we talked. I could feel him beneath me, but he wasn’t being sexual. He was just all man. I felt small and protected in his arms. It was a nice feeling, and I let myself sink deeper into relaxation.
“For not stopping. For being gentle,” I said. Then I thought of the way he’d thrust so deep and hard inside of me, making me beg for more. “Well, most of the time,” I chuckled.
“I wish you would’ve told me first, Presley,” he said, nuzzling my neck.
“I didn’t think it mattered, Carter. I was honestly hoping you wouldn’t even know because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“But it is a big deal, isn’t it?”
I thought for a minute. How could I explain this to him when it didn’t even make sense to me?
“It’s not like I ever intentionally stayed a virgin, Carter. I just—didn’t have time in college for much fooling around, and the guys I did get intimate with, there was just something missing,” I said as I swirled the water around with my hand.
“I wasn’t kidding when I told you I didn’t normally kiss on a first date,” I said, laughing. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’ve known you for so long, but it didn’t feel like a first date. I just—you were doing things to my body that I’ve never felt before. So, yeah, I guess it was a big deal. Because for once, it felt good—and I mean, really good. But don’t let that go to your head, mister,” I teased.
Carter nibbled my earlobe in response, and I had to stop myself from dropping my hand beneath the water and searching for him.
“I felt like a woman, tonight, Carter. And not just what people think about me in the public eye. Does that make sense? I’m not a party girl. I don’t sleep around. I don’t even open myself emotionally to most men because I don’t know who I can trust. But I feel like I can trust you. And, I don’t regret it. So, yeah, it was pretty damn special, I guess.”
Carter groaned, nuzzling my neck with his mouth as he pressed up against me. He kissed the indentation there, and I was surprised when my nipples immediately hardened again. He chuckled, bringing his hands around and cupping my breasts in the water, massaging them. I leaned back instinctively, turning my head and letting his lips find mine again. His mouth was warm, but softer this time, as he explored my mouth slowly.
It was like my body was on autopilot as I pressed my bottom down, grinding against the long length of his cock. I couldn’t possibly be intimate again. I was too sore. But my body didn’t get that memo. His tongue plunged deeper, forcing me to open wider for him. My pussy ached even more, but not from soreness this time. From desire.
I didn’t know if he was wanting to be intimate again, or if he was just enjoying kissing me. I was so damn new to all of this. I didn’t wait for his lead. I did what I’d been tempted to do a moment ago. I reached my hand back under the water and wrapped my fingers around him, feeling him pulse and grow even bigger in my grasp. I stroked him back and forth as I slid against him in the water. I wanted to see him, touch him, kiss him down there. I turned in his arms, crawling into his lap.
“Carter,” I said.
“We don’t have to do this again so soon, Presley. You just—damn. You felt so good against my chest. I thought I could just wash you and get out. How fucking stupid was that.”
He gripped my breasts, tugging at the nipples as I ground against his lap. I didn’t understand how it could feel that good just from having him play with my nipples. “God, you’re so sensitive.”
He popped a nipple into his mouth and moaned as he sucked enthusiastically. He licked up and down the hard bud, my body arching against his mouth and cupping his head to my chest for more. When he bit down, I cried out in a confused mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Do you like that?” he asked. He tugged my nipple with his teeth again, and my pussy constricted. I nodded. He bit down a little harder, and I caught my lip in my teeth the pleasure was so raw. “I’m going to have a lot of fun teaching you a thing or two.”
“I want to taste you, Carter.”
He gripped my hips, then stood with me still wrapped around his waist. I lowered my legs, assuming we were getting out.
“Wash yourself first,” he said, handing me a washcloth.
I blinked.
He sat on the side of the soaker tub and gripped his cock. I hadn’t really looked at it yet, but there was Carter, challenging me. Looking me dead in the eyes. I glanced down at his cock, swollen and long. It was straight, and beautiful. He was covered with brown hair from his lower abs all the way down.
“Wash yourself so I can eat your pussy again, princess,” he said, slow
ly stroking himself.
I quickly grabbed the soap and washcloth and washed the blood off between my legs. It wasn’t much, but the rest of me was viscous, too, from coming so much—which, before today, I wasn’t even sure I could do! After I was clean, I walked toward him, my eyes focusing on his cock. He was so goddamn sexy leaning back on the rim of the tub, his hand sensually sliding back and forth.
Carter was big, even I knew that. I wrapped my hand around his and pumped with him, our strokes matching in time as we squeezed his length with our fingers. He groaned, encouraging me. I knew I was still too sore to have sex again any time soon, but I could do this. He kissed me as I rubbed him, encouraged by the sounds of Carter’s pleasure. They guided me when I did something he really liked. I broke the kiss, our eyes meeting. Then I dropped between his legs and kneeled in the water.
I didn’t know what to do, exactly. But I’d seen enough in college to try. I wrapped my lips around Carter’s thick head and took him into my mouth. He tasted salty and musky. I ran my lips around the tip while I got used to it, then slid my mouth down around his shaft. He was too thick for me to take him all the way in, but I did what I could, swirling my tongue around his shaft. He groaned when I bobbed my head, taking him in and out of my mouth the way I’d seen Willa do once when she’d forgotten to tie a ribbon around our dorm room’s knob back in college.
I wrapped my fingers around his thickness, stroking him in rhythm with my mouth. Eventually, I lost track of who was moving—him or me. His hips pressed forward, and I took in more, my mouth stretching to accommodate him just as my insides had. He gripped my head and groaned as he held it in place. He thrust in and out a few more times before he caught himself, then pulled out of my mouth before I could stop him.
I was in a sex haze, somehow so turned on again already. I wanted more of him. All of him. He pulled me to a stand, then drew me into an embrace as he kissed me deeply, passionately. My toes curled as he held me against him, barely touching the tub’s surface. His hands were all over my body, and I shivered against him.
“God,” he said, stepping back, “you’re cold. Come on.”
He stepped out, then helped me over the side. He wrapped me in a large, warm towel then draped one over his hips.
“Why did you stop me?” I demanded.
He looked down at me and grinned. “Because you have no idea what power you have, P. If you didn’t stop, I would’ve come inside your throat. And I was this close to doing just that.”
The idea that I could push him that close to the edge flooded over me, thrilled me.
“Besides, you just lost your virginity. I think we need to give you a rest. You’re already going to be sore.”
“But it feels so good,” I said truthfully.
He lifted my chin. “And it will feel good again. I promise.”
I nodded, not sure what to do now. Should I get dressed? Call for an Uber?
“Come on,” he said, pulling me into his closet. He tossed me a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.
“What are these for?”
“Well, I tore your underwear, and I’m not the kind of guy who keeps women’s underwear lying around,” he said, chuckling. “But you can’t eat cheesecake naked.”
Then he paused. “Well, you could . . .”
“Did you say cheesecake?”
“I may have.”
My buzz was long gone, and the cheesecake sounded delicious.
“Race you to the kitchen,” I said after getting dressed in his clothes. They were several sizes too big, but right then, they felt like the most comfortable things I’d ever worn.
He caught up to me in no time, wrapping his arms around my waist and pinning me to the kitchen island. My laughter died against his mouth as he devoured me. His tongue swept my lower lip and then parted them, searching for more. I gave it to him, standing on my tiptoes and letting myself fall into the vortex that is Carter.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Carter
“HOW BAD IS it?” I whispered into the phone. Not that it mattered. Presley was still fast asleep in my bed. And man did it feel good to think about going to wake her lazy ass up. It was nearly eleven, but I didn’t have the heart to wake her. She’d given everything and more to me last night—things I didn’t even know I needed, until I snuck out of bed and felt the absence of her punch me in the gut while I did some paperwork this morning.
“Oh, Carter, you know your dad. He’s a stubborn old goat,” Veta said. “He had a little blood in his stool this morning. I was surprised he even told me about it. Which, I suppose, is what made me worry even more.”
“Can they move up the surgery date?”
“It’s only three days away, Carter. Not much closer it can get. He’ll be okay. I just want you to know what’s going on.”
“Well, I appreciate it. You call me if anything changes, okay?”
“You still coming down on Tuesday?”
“Yeah. I won’t make it in time for the surgery because I have a work commitment here in New York Monday evening. But I promise I’ll call as soon as I get onto the island.”
“You know you’re welcome to stay at your dad’s place, sweetie.”
Sweetie. I can’t remember the last time I’d heard someone call me something like that, with the love and care that only an older relative could do. It was kind of nice.
“I appreciate it, Veta, but I’m staying at the resort this time. I have a job I’m taking while I’m down there, so it works out better this way.”
“You know if you tell them you’re Bob’s son, they’ll let you stay for free.”
It was sweet that she was looking out for me. “That’s okay, Veta. I can afford it now. I don’t want to take advantage of my friendship with Dex and his family either. They’ve done a lot for me over the years.”
Had they ever. I didn’t tell many people this, but Dex Sr. helped me get into my first pick college. I wasn’t sure my grades were really up to snuff—but he’d made a call and boom. My application was fast-tracked, and I’d been accepted early.
It was the only thing I ever wished I’d done differently. It made me feel like I cheated the system somehow. Would I be where I was today if I didn’t know the Truitts? It’s not something I liked to consider—because my friendship with Dex was as real as it came. He was like a big brother to me. To be honest, he may not even know the favor his father did, come to think about it.
I felt a hand wrap around my waist, and I turned, pleasantly surprised to see Presley standing there in nothing but an old workout shirt of mine that said Beast Mode across the front. I could fucking eat her right up. I looped her into my arms and snuggled into her neck, planting a kiss right where her shoulders started. She giggled quietly, but apparently it didn’t escape Veta.
“Sounds like I need to let you go, Carter. You have company?”
“Yeah,” I said, grinning. “I have a friend over.”
“A friend, huh? Sounds like she might be more than just a friend.”
“Veta,” I teased, “how in the world could you discern that from just one giggle?”
Presley was now wrapped around my body, her arms linking behind my neck. She was making it damn near impossible for me to wrap up this conversation with my dad’s partner. I’d been rock hard all morning thinking of Presley snuggled up in my bed. It had taken all my will power not to wake her up by pressing my dick against that sweet, round bottom of hers. She made the most delicious noises while she slept.
“Call it a woman’s intuition, Carter,” she said, laughing. “Well, I’ll let you go. Fly safely, okay?”
“You got it, Veta. And hey—maybe don’t tell dad I’m coming? You know how he gets. I don’t want him to get stressed before the surgery.”
“Sure thing, Carter. I’ll see you soon. Say hi to your lady friend.”
As soon as she hung up, I
tossed my phone across the room onto the couch and spun Presley around, lifting her onto my kitchen counter. “Morning, sleepyhead,” I said, running my hands up her outer thighs.
“What time is it?” she asked, looking around for a clock.
“Almost noon.”
“Oh god!” she moaned. “Why’d you let me sleep so late?”
I cupped her ass and pulled her closer. “Because, if you seem to forget, I kept you up till almost five a.m. Thought you could use a little sleep.”
She blushed. “I do feel more rested. Thank you, Carter.”
“Are you sore this morning?” I asked. It was something I was genuinely concerned about. Talk about beast mode. She’d awoken an animal in me last night. I couldn’t seem to get enough of Presley. I knew I’d pushed it—and tried several times to keep my damn hands off her. I was afraid it was too much too soon, given that I’d just taken her virginity.
She shrugged. “I’m a little sore, but in a good way.”
Being a guy, I had no clue what that even meant. But she’d been just as fired up as I’d been—instigating several of our intimate moments. Including that damn blow job in the bathtub. I would never be able to shower again and not think of Presley kneeling in front of me, her green eyes filled with an insatiable lust as they stared up at me.
“Too sore?” I asked, my fingers sliding over her thighs toward her hot center. I had to taste her this morning. My fingers brushed her bare pussy. Fuck. She had nothing on under my T-shirt. “Please tell me you aren’t too sore.”
We were forehead to forehead. My thumb started making lazy circles around her clit, slowly waking her up. Presley’s breathing hitched.
“I’ll take that as a no,” I said, chuckling.
I slowly alternated between rubbing her clit and dragging my thumb up and down the center of her legs. She was getting wetter with every pass.
“Is it always like this?” she breathed out quietly.
