Must Love Curves (Six Wicked Shorts)
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"Open the door, Rachel."
My hand rested on the door handle.
"Come on...just for a few seconds...don't be afraid."
I wasn't afraid, I was fucking embarrassed. He'd seen me naked. He'd seen all the rolly, jiggly bits, the fish-belly white bits, the wicked pink bits, all of it. Any favorable reaction he'd had to that was transitory. It always was -- guy after guy after guy.
"You're going to have to face me at some point, Rach. My lease isn't up for at least four months."
What did he know -- four months was a cake walk. Easy-peasy. I've avoided a lot more people for a helluva lot longer.
"Come on." His voice sounded so close that he had to be right up against the door, trying to talk through the grain. "The concrete's rough and cold. I'm standing out here without a shirt on and I just want to talk to you, baby."
I don't know if it was the fact that he'd rushed over without getting fully dressed or if it was his tone or the use of "baby" -- something he'd never said before -- but I slowly unlocked the door and opened it a few inches. He had on a pair of sweat pants and nothing more. Every inch of his broad, muscled chest and thick arms was exposed. His feet were bare, not even socks.
More than that, he was still rock hard if the huge bulge at the front of the sweats and the straining waist band were good indicators. I forced myself to look up and meet his brown gaze and asked for confirmation. "You just want to talk?"
"Honestly?" He shook his head. "What I want is to press you up against the wall and fuck you before taking you into the bedroom and eating that sweet pussy until you scream."
He pushed lightly against the door, stepping over the threshold when I retreated half a foot. "But I can barely get two sentences out of you most days, so we'd better start slow."
"You want to fuck me?" I stuttered as he closed the door and continued to advance on me.
Nodding, he put his left arm out to the side, blocking any escape into the front room. Still approaching, he maneuvered until he had me turned around and my back was against the front door he'd just stepped through. Reaching to my side, he re-set the lock. His hand brushed my blouse, stopping where the top button was threaded through the second hole.
"You dressed in a hurry." His hand trailed down the front line of buttons to the top of the skirt. "So quick you didn't have time for panties, maybe?"
His hand dipped to my crotch, brushing lightly at first against the skirt's fabric to test his theory. Finding no hint of a panty line, he buried his face against my neck, groaning as he started to knead the flesh between my thighs.
"Yeah, I want to fuck you, Rachel. All weekend long, so you're too sore to go to work on Monday and I can fuck you some more. Why do think I'm always bumping into you in the drive?"
"Work..." I only managed the one word. My throat had dried up, all my moisture diverted to my twisting, flexing pussy.
"Baby, I've changed my work schedule two times this summer to match yours."
Carter sank to his knees, pushing my skirt up as he descended. His mouth a few inches from my pussy, he took a deep breath through his nose. He started to lean in, his eyes fluttering shut, when Pan skittered into the room and licked Carter's heel.
"He...he's hungry." I tried to push my skirt down and slide to the right but Carter had me locked in place.
"I know how he feels." The words rumbled through him, punctuated by a plaintive mewl from the kitten.
I pushed at Carter's hands, trying, but not wanting, to stop him before things went too far. "I need to feed him."
Carter shook his head and stood up. "Don't move, baby."
He bent down, gently scooped Pan up and walked toward the feeding bowl. He opened the cupboard next to it, found a small can and popped the lid. Still holding Pan, he spooned food into the bowl and then placed the bowl and the kitten on the floor.
Less than five seconds after Pan's paws touched the linoleum, Carter was back on his knees in front of me, pushing my skirt up.
Seeing my exposed pussy, he gave a hard shake of his head. "Damn, baby, I love a hairy pussy."
He brushed his lips against the fine hairs.
"Soft as silk," he said before pressing his mouth more tightly against my mound. A groan of approval shuddered up from him. "And wet, baby...so fucking wet I could drink from you."
A second later he froze, setting off a quiet dread in my chest. I hadn't expected his admiration to last very long, they all came to their so-called senses eventually. But this had to be a new record. Damned if I didn't want to be mistaken, just this one time -- this one man.
"Is something the matter?" I drew my bottom lip in, biting at its edge.
He looked up, his gaze solemn as he nodded. "I'm doing this all wrong, Rachel."
My drenched pussy disagreed. I didn't need his cock in me, didn't need his mouth touching me. His just kneeling there in front of my cunt was enough to have me hurtling towards an orgasm.
"What do you mean -- doing it wrong?"
"I've thought about kissing your sweet mouth so often, it's like I have. But I haven't -- not once." He rose to his feet, cupped my face and moved in for a long, slow kiss that started with the barest whisper of his lips against mine.
His hand massaged my jaw line, his thumb inching towards the front of my face to softly leverage my mouth open. His tongue slid in, its tip offering a slow, long lick between my top lip and teeth.
His other hand pressed against the fabric covering my mound. As his tongue moved deeper to stroke against mine, his hand manipulated my thick lower lips, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers.
His mouth retreated until just the edge of his teeth teased the corners of my lips. A lick above, a hard polish below. His chest pressed into me, pinning me to the wall as the kiss and massage grew more penetrating. My legs started to shake, their side-to-side twitching fast turning to a wobble.
Capturing my wrist, Carter broke the kiss at last and started to guide me toward the interior hall. "Come to bed, baby, so we can do this right."
This.
This was fucking. This was him buried inside me, pounding and thrusting until he finished.
And left.
My feet turned to lead. I felt my head swivel on my neck, side to side. I couldn't let "this" happen. I couldn't deal with four months of his acting like I didn't exist. Sure, maybe if it had stopped earlier. If I'd never opened the front door.
But not now.
It would crush me.
Carter stopped trying to gently drag me to the bed. Bracing me against the wall, he stared into my eyes. "Rachel, I know you have your reasons for pushing me away. Whatever they are--"
"It's pretty fucking obvious what they are," I whispered.
He shook his head. "Nothing's obvious. Not at its root."
He ran his hands over my flesh, grabbing hold of a hip, a breast, a side of thigh, my stomach. His touch almost reverent as he squeezed and pinched, he moaned and pressed his mouth against my forehead. "If you think this is a barrier to wanting you -- loving you -- it's only because you're making it so."
“Baby, don't you know how hot and sexy you are?” He leaned back, his gaze focused and hurt. "I'm not going to cut and run. I won't treat you like shit tomorrow or any other day. Ever."
He kissed me again, his hands still roaming my body.
"How many girls have you seen coming in and out of my house?"
"None," I answered.
"How many nights is my car NOT parked in my drive?"
"Hardly ever..."
He tilted his head and stared all the way into the back of my brain. "You know why, Rachel?"
I shook my head. I knew when he was home and when he was gone, was acutely aware of his presence or absence. But I'd never thought on it.
"It's because I'm sitting in my house waiting for another chance to get you to lower your defenses. Now, where were we?" He recaptured my wrist, brought my hand up and kissed the palm before guiding me into the bedroom and shutting the door.
"Baby, please, please tell me there are matching panties for this..."
I raised a brow at him, surprised at the wistful need running through his voice. Of course there were matching panties. I tried to think -- not the hamper, I'd been through that...
"Baby...don't tease...I want them on you five seconds ago. Where are they?"
I pointed at the top drawer of my dresser. Any panties not in the laundry would be lined up in a row, color coordinated because I had too much freaking time on my hands.
He side-stepped to the dresser and opened the drawer. Seeing the line of dainties, a grin broke wide across his face and he opened the other top drawer to find a line of matching bras.
"You've been holding out on me, Rachel. These are so..." He cupped himself, gave his cock a quick squeeze and stared hotly back at me. "Even my wood is popping wood."
Removing the ice pink panties, he closed both drawers, handed me the underwear and turned his back to me. "Put them on, baby. And do the blouse back up all proper."
Not bossy, just sexy. His voice felt like crushed velvet caressing my most sensitive place. I obeyed as quickly as I could, double checking that the buttons were perfectly aligned with their holes before I told him I was ready.
He turned, smiling, and walked around to the other side of the bed. Standing the pillows upright, he sat close to the edge of the mattress. His right arm stretched along the headboard and he reached across his lap to pat the middle of the bed.
I moved to the center.
Carter lightly pressed at my collarbone until I leaned against the pillows, his right arm holding me in a loose embrace. He leaned toward me, running his fingertips over the outside of my blouse as his lips touched my ear. He sucked the bottom of the lobe in, his hand stilling along the underside of one breast to cup the fabric and squeeze.
He undid the button closest to his hand. "I could spend all day just sucking at you. Your ear..."
Another button surrendered to his deft fingers.
"Your breasts, these hard little nipples..." He kissed the side of my throat, his breath searing the flesh. The hand working the buttons dropped to my lap and gathered the skirt up to the top of my thighs. "And this..."
Eyeing the panties, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, finding my swollen clit and tugging at it. "Holding my mouth against it, rolling my tongue..."
My hips began to move, my throat convulsing with a tight moan.
Lipping the curve of my neck, Carter withdrew his hand to undo another button. "Suck you until you beg, baby, begging for my cock in you...and I'd still keep sucking you..."
Four buttons down, his hand slid into my blouse, his fingertips lightly running over the top of my breasts. The bra's hooks, all twelve of them, were up front but he didn't release them. Cupping the top of each breast in turn, he pushed the flesh up just enough that the nipples popped free.
He slid lower down the bed until his head was even with my breasts. Drawing the first nipple into his mouth, his hand returned to my underwear.
"Suck you until you come, until you're all wet and hot inside..."
I was there already, the muscle gating my cunt so tense it vibrated.
His fingers traced the panties' line of lace down, down...down until they were centered over my quivering hole, and then he dipped just one finger into my pussy. A cry escaped me, pure pleasure and as liquid as the warm juices spilling from me with each deep contraction of my pussy.
Using his lips, he undid the last button. Both hands came up to my collar and he pushed the blouse off my shoulders, peeled it down my arms and away from me to land soundlessly on the carpeted floor. He skinned me of the skirt and underwear just as smoothly before sliding over one of my legs. Pushing my thighs apart, Carter filled the space with his lower body.
He kissed my nipples, teased them with his lips and tongue. "Would you like me to do that, baby...to suck you until you come?"
A groan was my only answer, my pussy already flexing and rolling so violently I didn't think my climax would wait until he actually had his mouth on me.
I was wrong. There were so many levels of pleasure I hadn't yet discovered -- so many Carter was about to show me. Propped on his elbows between my legs, he cupped both hands over my mound. His thumb disappeared beneath his fingers to graze just the tips of my pubic hair, lifting and pushing them in small groups. The tickle had my pussy twisting in knots, feeling as full and tight as if he had his fist up inside me.
I exhaled a shaky breath, my ass and thighs starting to quiver. Gently pinching each outer lip, he separated them and stared down at the bright pink slash of my inner folds.
Closing his eyes, Carter nodded his head up and down the length of my pussy, his face never touching my flesh as he lightly breathed in and out. Pulling his head back, he extended his tongue as far as it would go. He touched me with it. No lips, just the tongue's tip as it traced a slow circle to ring my cunt.
He opened his eyes, his gaze smoldering as he met mine. "Baby, you're dancing."
Hell yes, I was dancing. My clit slid up and down in a steady rhythm as my pussy contracted, weeping its juices in anticipation of harder, more insistent contact. My ass and thighs flexed in their search for something to thrust my mound against.
"You're killing me," I whispered.
He skipped the tip of his tongue lightly around the hood of my clit and up its swollen spine. "You want me to start sucking?" he teased.
"Please, yes." I pressed my fists tight against my outer thighs, fighting the urge to grab the sides of his head and start riding his hot mouth. "I might pass out if you don't."
He chuckled, his lips brushing across my clit with a side-to-side sweep. "What makes you think you won't pass out when I do?"
A soft mewl left me and I raised my hips the tiniest fraction, finding sweet contact with his mouth at last. His lips formed a seal around my cunt as he started to use his whole mouth to work my clit. Lips massaged, teeth grazed and nipped and the tongue...
Sweet, sweet, fuck -- his tongue. Firm, hot and determined. Dipping into recesses, running circles around the glans, flicking up and up and...
A shudder ran through my body, my hips thrusting high, sinking and thrusting again as my stomach began to roll in soft waves, my muscles clenching and unclenching as I came. My hands found his head, wrapped around the sides and held him in place until the last contortion twisted through me and I collapsed back onto the mattress.
No rest for the wicked, Carter slid off the bed, grabbed my calves, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress. His fingers roamed the top of my thighs, landing on my thick, swollen lips and stretching the clit as his gaze penetrated my wet hole. His hands jumped to his hips, quickly pushing the sweats down to pool around his ankles. His cock jutted forward, hard and undeniably masculine, demanding that I yield to it.
Possessed of the need to wrap my hands around it and suck, I started to sit up. Carter took hold of my shoulders and forced me back down. His shaft slid against my pussy as he leaned in, our groans mingling at that first contact of our most intimate parts.
"Please tell me there's a condom somewhere in this house, love."
If he wanted me to think, he shouldn't have called me love. My brain immediately blanked.
"Baby, I'm going to come all over your sweet pussy in about three seconds if you don't stop torturing me."
Blushing, I stretched my arm up over my head, body twisting, and opened the drawer on the nightstand, hoping hard he didn't notice what else the drawer held. Seeing the big grin on his face as I handed him a condom, I shut my eyes and felt my cheeks flush hotter.
"Don't be embarrassed, Rachel." He ripped the wrapper open. The
back of his hands brushed my thighs as he rolled the condom over his cock. "If that's my only rival for your affection, I'm a happy, happy man."
I opened my eyes and stared down at the fully erect cock preparing to penetrate me.
Happy and well hung. A dense forest of hair as black as that framing his face surrounded the base of the shaft, dropping to more sparsely cover heavy testicles a touch smaller than flesh covered tennis balls.
I watched mesmerized as he ran the swollen head up and down my inner lips, lubricating it with a heavy coating of my cream. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, his attention laser-focused on my quivering, gooey hot center. He sucked his lower lip in, his expression Zen-like as his eyes unfocused and he pushed in.
My body clutching at him, I whimpered.
So big.
My arousal heightened sharply. My cervix slow crawled higher, making room for Carter’s full length as he embedded himself balls deep inside me.
"Rachel, love..." His hands wrapped around my hips, the fingertips digging deep into my flesh as he held me in place. "So tight...hot. Baby..."
His head rolled back, his chin pointed at the ceiling as a full-bodied shudder moved through him. He withdrew in a slow slide, the hard fat head of his cock dragging roughly through me, tugging at the ring of muscle guarding my cunt before emerging with a moist pop.
His hands smoothed up my stomach to release the bra's front row of hooks. My breasts spilled free and he moaned. "So fucking beautiful, baby."
Wetting his lips, he stared at the point our bodies joined, re-entered me as slowly as he had left. I squeezed at him, my pussy knotting around his cock, the tension along my clit stacking higher and higher. His big hands wrapped around the back of my thighs, holding my legs apart and forcing my feet off the mattress.
The broad head pushed in and out like a closed hand moving through me, rotating with each swivel of his powerful hips. His tempo picked up, the strokes coming harder and faster.
His gaze raked my body, devouring the pale skin with its pink flush and shimmer of sweat. Beyond us, sunlight streamed through the open window, our lovemaking and naked flesh on display for any trespasser cutting through the yards. I didn't care, couldn't be concerned with the idea that anyone might see me, not when Carter was looking at me like that, his gaze all hot and hungry. I could sit in church just as naked and writhing as I was and feel no shame if his eyes were on me.