by Sienna Parks
I’ve clearly found my place for the evening. Hello, boys!
Three fine specimens turn to be introduced to us, but as I register each delectable face, Lily stiffens beside me. She looks like she’s seen a ghost. Oh My God. Hot guy from the club on Wednesday night at twelve o’clock is giving her the bedroom eyes, combined with a panty-scorching smile. She bumped into him on campus this week, and he clearly wants to bump her senseless. If she doesn’t let this guy deflower her, I will be seriously concerned that she has zero sex drive. Holy smoke!
Lily doesn’t know this, but he contacted me yesterday to ask if I would put together an overnight bag for her. He’s taking her to the Hamptons tomorrow and wants to be prepared in case they decide to stay the night. I gave him shit for assuming that my best friend would put out on their first date, but he’s a pretty smooth talker, assuring me his intentions are honorable and he just wants to make sure she’s comfortable in every way possible. I gave him the classic, ‘don’t mess with her or I’ll kill you’ speech, but I must say, he seems genuine and he’s obviously into Lily.
Considering Xander is off my radar as a potential fuck buddy for the evening, I turn my attention to the other yummy treats available.
Jason introduces the first delicious specimen as Logan Fitzgerald. Tall, blond, and hot as hell with a smile to die for. He extends his hand, which I shake, giving him my sweetest, flirty smile, and it’s totally working. He’s a definite possibility. Strong, firm hands, and a wicked grin that tells me he has a few tricks up his sleeve. I can tell he’s seriously toned underneath his tailored suit. Jason interrupts my mental undressing of Logan to introduce the final hottie of the group. Holy… Mother… Of… Shit…
I don’t know how to describe the man standing before me. He is scrumptious in every way possible. I’ve never seen a man so handsome, intensely sexy, and so freaking beautiful. My instant desire for this stranger is primal - visceral, it’s as if I’ve been pulled into his orbit with no chance of escape.
“Addi, this is Carter de Rossi.” I can hear Jason’s voice, but I don’t see anything except the man standing in front of me, holding his hand out to greet me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” As he takes my hand, a surge of pure, unadulterated lust ignites inside me, spreading like wildfire throughout my body.
I’m instantly bereft when he relinquishes my hand to introduce himself to Lily, but I can feel his gaze on me as soon as the appropriate pleasantries have been made. I’m vaguely aware of Lily disappearing down the hall with Xander, but I’m too wrapped up in the dark brown eyes staring back at me to think about anything else. His face is tanned, a stunning caramel hue; carved with a strong, sexy jaw and a hint of scruff from a long day. Every one of his features is masculine perfection – his nose sculpted as if Michelangelo himself had created it; lips full, pink, and calling to my very core to lick, bite, nip and suck them. His eyes… God, his eyes are like pools of chocolate, sinful and sexy, leaving me a quivering wanton mess. His hair is short, black, and screaming for me to grab it, pull it and use it to guide his resplendent face down, down, down until I feel it between my thighs.
“Let’s refill these drinks shall we.” Logan interjects.
I immediately pull myself together and get my flirting back on track. “Sounds good to me, handsome.”
He grabs three glasses of champagne from the nearest tray and makes his way over to a small seating area. Carter guides my movements through the crowd with a warm, firm hand at the base of my spine. My stomach tosses and turns at the intimate touch. I find the effect he has on me quite unsettling… I don’t like it.
I end up sitting between the two stunning men, chatting, laughing and flirting like a champ. Thank God I managed to shake off my reaction to Carter. That is not how it works for me with men. I pick my prey, and go for the kill – simple and to the point. I don’t need any messy, overwhelming feelings getting in the way.
“So, gentlemen, is this how you roll? Get a girl sandwiched between you, liquor her up and have your wicked way?” I like to play… so I put a hand on each of their thighs and bite my lower lip.
“You like the idea of that, baby?” Logan’s cologne tantalizes my senses, his breath warm on my cheek.
I feel Carter on the other side, as he nips my earlobe with his teeth. “I don’t think you could handle both of us, sweetheart. I’m not even sure you could handle me.” A thrill runs through me at his words.
“You must have me confused with someone else, hot shot. I don’t think you could handle me.”
He lets out a sexy little chuckle before darting his tongue into my ear and running his hand up my thigh. “Oh, I could handle you just fine. Better than fine. You’d be begging me for more.” I can feel my panties getting wet just at the thought.
I feel Logan’s hand grip my thigh as I let go of his. “You’re a little tease, Addi. You and I both know you wouldn’t take us both on.” Logan’s voice drips sex; he’s right; I don’t think I could handle the two of them at once, but I’d give it a good old college try though!!!
“And why is that, pray tell?” My question is directed at Logan, but before he can answer, I feel Carter’s lips brush against my ear.
“Because, I wouldn’t fucking share you.” An almighty shudder courses through me.
I am beyond turned on by the two of them caressing me, their scents mingling, teasing my senses with visions of my wildest fantasies. I need to take back control.
“Anytime, anywhere, boys, but just so you know, I don’t revisit my conquests. One-time pleasure is all you’ll get from me. I get bored easily, and I doubt the two of you could hold my attention for a second round anyway.” I extricate myself from their testosterone sandwich and head for the bar to get us a round of drinks, and catch my breath. When I get back they’re laughing and joking, our earlier charged moment forgotten.
The conversation becomes more lighthearted and I get to know them a little better; they’re so different from each other, but are obviously great friends. From their stories, Logan is practically part of Carter’s family. As relaxed as our chat has become, I can still feel an uneasy pull towards Carter; his gaze raking over me as we speak.
The three of us have a great time, and eventually, Lily and Xander reappear, holding hands - I give her an approving wink. The girl needs some serious male attention. Xander is most definitely the possessive type, it’s written all over him, but I reckon that he could be just what she needs.
I really hit it off with Logan. He’s a funny guy when he’s not so broody and intense. I’m not a massive fan of the intense male, but I could make an exception for one night. He is so yummy to look at, and I can almost see the sex dripping off him. I bet he is dynamite in bed. I rest my hand on his thigh, leaning in to hear what he’s saying over the music and lively conversation going on around us. Oh wow… he is toned; I was too turned on earlier to fully appreciate it. Normally I would have him halfway out the door by now, but there’s something holding me back, and I don’t want to admit it, but it’s the eyes burrowing into the back of my head.
I casually turn my head to confirm my suspicions, and sure enough, his eyes are ablaze, darting between my face and my hand on Logan’s thigh. I can’t help myself. “You look a little jealous, Carter. Do you want me to put my hands on your thighs?” There’s something completely different simmering in his gaze now.
“I want your hands, every-fucking-where. How about you quit the games? We both know you’re not going home with Logan tonight.”
Holy shit.
“And why is that? Am I not his type?”
A whisper of a smirk hints at the corners of his luscious lips. “You’re every red-blooded man’s type, sweetheart… and you know it.” His lips graze my ear as he speaks. “You’re not going home with Logan, because you’re coming home with me. It’s my name you’ll be screaming tonight - begging me to give it to you, again… and again… and again.” Every muscle in my body clenches in reply.
His li
ps feel incredible against my ear, sweeping down to brush my neck with feather-light kisses; his breath hot on my skin. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation. “Let’s get out of here. I’m going to take you dancing.” All I can do is let out a moan of pleasure as he continues to caress my neck, his fingers gently moving my hair to allow him unfettered access. “I’ll take that sexy little noise as a yes. Go and tell your friend we’re leaving… Now.” I’m usually the aggressor when it comes to hooking up, but I’m loving how the tables have turned tonight – but only for tonight.
Lily is getting ready to leave with Xander when I find her, so it’s not a big deal for me to skip out with Carter. He assures her that he’ll make sure I get home safely… he just doesn’t say which home. She pulls me aside and gives me the usual spiel about safe-sex, which I find amusing considering she’s a virgin.
“I’ll be fine. We’re going dancing – don’t wait up! Love you, friend.” She gives me a swift hug and releases me, heading off hand-in-hand with Xander.
When I turn my attention back to Carter, he’s deep in conversation with Logan. “You coming with us or not?” I thought it was just the two of us. Logan is coming, too? This could be interesting. I ponder that delicious mental image for a moment before the reality of the situation is explained.
“Fine. I’ll call Alexis and get her to meet us there.” That makes more sense, although he didn’t seem like he had a girlfriend this evening when he was shamelessly flirting with me – naughty boy!
When we arrive at a slick little club called Viper, we bypass the queue and head straight for the VIP lounge. A pretty little blonde is standing at the bar, and by the look on Logan’s face, she must be Alexis. He walks ahead to greet her, and as soon he makes contact, with a gentle brush of her arm, something passes between them, an unspoken agreement. With her head bowed, her eyes cast to the floor; she senses his proximity. She can identify his touch in a club of thousands. He leans down and whispers something in her ear; her demeanor changing in an instant. She transforms into a loving girlfriend in front of my eyes, as if she’s slipping into a role assigned to her. It’s strange, but really freaking hot.
“Alexis, this is Addi. Addi, this is my friend Alexis.” I shake her hand and exchange pleasantries while Carter orders drinks. When he hands me a French martini and drapes his arm over my shoulder, I noticeably relax, the tension I didn’t realize was there, draining from my body as I undergo my own transformation. This man affects me in ways that unsettle me, in ways I haven’t allowed myself to feel in a long time. A comforting calm flows over me as I regain my equilibrium - I become the huntress, not the hunted.
I finish my drink in one long gulp, setting my glass on the bar before taking Carter’s hand in mine. I ignore the fire that burns my palm from this simple connection. He leaves a bottle of Peroni on the nearest surface and follows me to the dance floor. I find a spot amongst the sea of writhing bodies and turn to face him; Rihanna’s Only Girl blaring through the speakers as we begin to move.
In a club full of people, a crowd of hot sweaty bodies, we sway in time to the music; his hands snaking around my waist to pull me flush against his rock-hard, toned body. As I writhe in his grasp, my chest rubbing against him, my nipples harden at our deliciously sexual dance. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with the buzz of a million fireflies. His strong, gorgeous face is the only one I see; his amazing smell intoxicating my senses; all I want in this moment is to lose myself completely, to give myself over to this overwhelming attraction.
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.
