by Sienna Parks
The surprised look on her face amuses me. “Don’t worry, baby. Trust me… you are more than ready for me. These panties of yours are drenched. I’m going to slide into that tight pussy of yours; stretch you, fill you, and push you to your limits until you’re fucking screaming for me to let you come.”
I stand proud, letting her watch as I slide the condom down over myself. I’m not shy. I know I’ve got a cock that makes women beg; I’m fucking huge and I never get tired of the reaction I get when a woman sees me rock-hard and ready for her. You can see it in their eyes – lust, desire, and a hint of fear that I’m going to split them in two. It’s like a drug; I get such a high from it.
I revel in the desire in her eyes; she’s hungry for me, ready to let me do whatever the hell I want. It takes me a moment to realize what’s different about her… what sets her apart from any other woman I’ve slept with – there is no fear in her eyes; no uncertainty. This vixen laid bare before me knows exactly what she wants – my cock buried deep inside her while she’s screaming my name.
As she chews on her lip like a little temptress, I grab her slender thighs and roughly pull her toward me, impaling her on my cock in one swift move. Holy… Fucking… God… Almighty. She feels phenomenal. Her back arches off the table in response, taking every inch of me; a sexy as hell moan ripping from her chest.
“God, Carter… You feel so good. Take me… hard.” I don’t need to be told twice, although, I don’t think I would tire of hearing her shouting my name and begging me to take her.
I start pounding into her as she wraps her legs around my waist in a vice-like grip. I need to taste her, kiss her; touch her all over. I pull her up and into my arms in one swift movement, never breaking my punishing rhythm. When her breasts press against my chest and her lips collide with mine, I try to think of anything other than the woman in my arms. I swear I could shoot my load just from kissing her. Add that to the fact that she has the tightest little pussy I have ever had the pleasure to fuck, and I’m going to seriously embarrass myself if I don’t try to calm-the-fuck-down.
She wraps her arms around my neck and twists her fingers into my hair; frantic; grabbing my head, forcing me to take every lick of pure fire that her tongue bestows on mine. My God, she is a phenomenal kisser; her taste - a hint of alcohol, fruity and sweet, and downright addictive.
She is so responsive; her pussy clenching around me as I slam into her, pushing us higher and higher towards that sweet fucking release. I spin us around and push her back up against the wall, my dick drilling into her as I slip my hand between us and flick my thumb over her clit. She is so wet for me - within seconds she’s screaming my name, clawing at my back; riding out her orgasm.
“Oh my God… Yes… CARTER!” As soon as my name rips from her chest, I can’t hold back any longer.
“FUCK… Addi... Fucking Hell.” My orgasm is so intense, I feel like my legs are about to give way underneath me. I’m crushing her against the wall to keep myself standing, but she’s loving it, milking me for all I’m worth.
I carry her over to the sofa; my cock still nestled snuggly inside her.
“Well… you didn’t disappoint, sailor.” Her voice is slightly shaky, not the same confident woman from moments ago. I pull her close, taking in the scent of sex and Addi – fucking beautiful. As I caress her face with my hand and move her hair over her shoulder, I can see a change in her eyes, the shutters going down - a steely exterior firmly in place.
“Right, hot stuff, I better get going.”
What the FUCK? She did not just blow me off after a quickie. And what the fuck is this pain in my chest right now? She is not leaving here before I’ve had my fill of her.
“Come on, Addi. Are you bored of me already? You know you want to stay a while. I’m not done with you yet… not by a long shot.” The cogs are turning as she decides whether to bolt, or give in to me… Yes.
“Show me what you’ve got then.” Without hesitation, I’m up and moving toward my bedroom, Addi cradled in my arms, naked and panting as I kiss her with a passion I don’t even fucking understand.
I make her scream and beg into the small hours of the morning, enjoying every orgasm I wring from her delicious body, time after time. I haven’t even gone down on her yet and I’ve lost count of how many times her body has tightened underneath me. The slightest touch of my hands on her pussy and she convulses in a whirlwind of ecstasy. I could get used to this… to her.
We collapse in a sated heap of sweaty limbs around 4 a.m. and I feel a strange sense of calm with this girl I hardly know, lying in my bed, curled into my side as if she belongs there.
ADDI
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shitty… Shitter! I can’t believe I let myself fall asleep.
I wake in the arms of the most amazing lover I’ve ever had. I mean he is like crazy skilled when it comes to my body. I had zero control over my own pleasure. I don’t like the feeling of having no control, and that’s just one of the many reasons I need to get the hell out of Dodge before he wakes up. I’m not really an advocate of leaving like a coward, but I can’t face this guy again.
As I extricate myself from his strong, tight, gorgeously tanned limbs, I can’t help but torture myself with the musky man smell, mixed with last night’s cologne and our sex. I take a deep, lingering breath, watching his striking features in peaceful slumber. He is a vision of male beauty, with a gorgeous tattoo on his shoulder that I would love to explore if I could bring myself to stay. With one last look, I creep from his bedroom, like a thief in the night, finding my way back to the lounge… and my clothes. I dress as quickly and as quietly as possible, holding my shoes rather than putting them on in case I wake Carter.
I feel bad about ducking out on him like this. He was so amazingly sweet, and rough at the same time. I already feel things that are not cool. As I make my way to the door, I spy a notepad on the kitchen island, and something in me just can’t leave without some sort of goodbye. I pick up the pen lying next to it and scribble a message.
Had a great time, Sailor, thanks for the thrills.
You certainly know how to create waves.
Addi
I need to sound detached, but I don’t want him to think I didn’t enjoy myself. What I can’t say is - YOU ROCKED MY FREAKING WORLD. I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, that Carter was the best sex I will ever have. Shit… I need to get out of here before I go back to his room, crawl back into his arms and lose myself to the ecstasy he can bring.
As I walk down the street toward my apartment, I am simultaneously elated and deflated by my predicament. My insides are churning at the realization that I won’t see him again, or feel the immense connection I felt to him; but at the same time, I know I have a goofy grin on my face and a carefree swagger to my walk at the mere thought of our night together. I don’t even notice I’m at my building until I see Lily and Xander on the sidewalk, close to a flashy as hell sports car, which I’m assuming is his. Why am I not surprised that billionaire boy is flaunting the wealth?
“Addi Warner. Doing the walk of shame.” Lily gives me a disapproving but loving look as I flash her a massive grin.
“Who said I’m ashamed? I had a fabulous night. Tell Carter I said Hi when you see him.” I don’t even know why I said that.
With a cocky grin Xander responds. “I will pass along your regards, Addi.” He sobers, leans away from Lily, and quietly thanks me for helping him out with some preparation for their date today. I give him a playful warning, but he knows that if he hurts her, I will hunt him down and break his stupid chiseled face.
I grab Lily into a tight hug and give her some much-needed advice. “Please try to enjoy yourself today, let go, don’t think, just feel, enjoy and go with the flow. Okay?” She nods her agreement and my job is done. I leave them to go on their date and head up to the apartment.
When I close the door behind me, a gray cloud descends upon me; acutely aware that Carter will probably have woken up by now and realized that I
left without a word. To add insult to injury, I left a goddamn note talking about waves. Sometimes I really do hate myself for the dumb things I do.
I try to shake off my funk but it doesn’t really happen - the day spent slumming around the apartment, unable to force myself to shower his smell from my body. I’m so freaking pathetic, it’s almost funny. I am a walking cliché of womanhood, kicking about in my PJs thinking about a guy. The only difference is that I chose to walk away instead of waiting around for him to show me the door.
The guys I usually go for are a sure thing, and I know that they will count their lucky stars to spend the night with me, but there was something about him; something about the way he took command of my body, as if it was his to do with as he pleased. It was an incredible turn on, but simultaneously scared the shit out of me. The last time I lost control was with Gavin, and look where that got me, fucked up beyond all recognition. I hide it well… I think, but I will never let any man do that to me again.
Everyone thinks Gavin’s ultimate betrayal was cheating on me with any college girl that so much as smiled at him… but that doesn’t even scratch the surface of what Gavin Jenkins did to me four years ago. I live with it every day; it’s always there, and it always will be. I don’t let myself wallow in it because that’s not who I am, but today, with the smell of Carter in the air, I let myself take a beat to consider how different my life could have been…
I’m so happy to have Lily home, and to be able to distract myself from thoughts of the past. She had some sort of fight with Xander, but isn’t exactly forthcoming with the details. Instead, I tell her all the gory details of my wild sex with Carter, which she says is TMI, but I like her to know what’s out there to be enjoyed. She’s almost finished college and she’s still a virgin. I want more than anything for her first time to be a great experience, not like mine. I figure the more she knows and the more we talk about it, the more at ease she’ll be when she finally takes that step.
After a few bottles of wine and some trash TV, I head to bed, a sense of dread washing over me. I spend the night staring at the ceiling - wondering what, or who Carter’s doing right now. The thought of him with someone else makes me nauseous. What the hell? I hate this. I’m exhausted and horny as hell, thinking obsessively about a one-night stand. I seriously need to get my shit together.
I finally give in to my racing, traitorous mind, and slide my hand under the sheets; my fingers dipping down into my wet folds. I’m soaked just at the thought of Carter de Rossi and his toned, masculine body - slick as I push two fingers into my pussy, coating them, ready to give myself the release I so desperately crave. As I pull them from my tight entrance, they glide up and gently caress my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I lose myself to the sensation, remembering the feel of his skilled hands on my flesh; long, strong fingers, teasing me, flicking, fucking me; large, warm palms pressing firmly against me, letting me writhe and beg for more.
I can almost smell his intoxicating scent surrounding me, pushing, driving me toward an incredible climax. My back arches off the bed as I give in to the explosion of sensation unleashed on my body. I stifle the groans, careful not to wake Lily across the hall. My breath is ragged, my heart pounding as I let myself relax and enjoy the warm satisfaction that spreads through me.
I have never given myself an orgasm that intense before. Sure, I fantasize about hot guys, celebs, even the odd girl, and I can click the mouse with the best of them, but getting myself off to the memory of Carter’s touch is a whole new level of erotic.
As soon as the buzz wears off and sanity returns, I start kicking myself. I hate that this guy has such a huge effect on me after a stupid, amazing, one-night stand. I do not let guys affect me like this. I need to get my head in the game and get my exams knocked out this week, and then get this guy out my system by getting under some other willing schmuck. I know that makes me sound like a slut, but hey, I take what I want on my terms, no strings attached. If I was a guy, I would be a freaking hero!
I’m neither a good girl nor a whore, but I tried the one-guy-relationship thing and it completely messed me up, so I occasionally blow off some steam with a stranger. I don’t do it all the time, but after Carter, I think I need to get laid sooner rather than later.
My sleep is fitful at best, my dreams clouded by toned Italian skin brushing against mine; murmured words of desire that caress my senses, and an all-consuming passion; pounding, thrusting, taking and giving; spiraling into heavenly oblivion.
CARTER
A fucking note? A MOTHERFUCKING NOTE! It’s been almost a week since I woke up alone and ditched in my own goddamn apartment. I don’t know why I’m so bothered, but I’ve been consumed by fucking rage because of Addi. I don’t give a shit about seeing her again, but my male pride has taken a kicking.
We had mind-blowing sex… I’m talking BEST FUCK EVER! I didn’t even scratch the surface of the pleasure I could wring from her tight little body. I was overwhelmed by sheer animalistic lust; I just had to have her. Of course, I thought I’d have plenty of time in the morning to explore every inch of her delectable body, but she vanished without a trace.
I must be losing my touch. I have never had a woman duck out on me like that. She didn’t leave her number, or even attempt to come up with a lame-ass excuse as to why she had to go.
I’m always busy running the clubs, but I’ve immersed myself more than usual these past few days. I own five clubs in Manhattan but I tend to spend most of my time working from Cube. I never tell the women I hook up with that I own clubs - to avoid any stalker-like behavior. If all my one-night stands knew where to find me, I’m positive it would end badly more often than not. I have been telling myself that Addi would already be in here looking for me if she knew I owned the place.
I’ve had so many offers this week, and usually I would be all over hooking up with a hot chick, but there hasn’t been a single woman in the thousands that have been through the doors of Cube, who could hold my attention for more than five seconds. Fucking Addi. I tried to get Logan and Xander to come out tonight and blow off some steam with me - the three of us together is fucking lethal. Women practically throw their already wet panties at us. We’re not ugly and we know it – apparently, arrogance is a major turn on to the women of Manhattan.
Xander is already a pussy over this Lily chick. He borrowed the keys to my place in the Hamptons last Friday to take her there for the weekend. It’s a bad idea if you ask me – the whole weekend with a girl he just met – that was a bit of a gamble. She could have been a lousy lay and he would’ve been stuck with her for two days straight. Fuck that! No way am I ever taking a girl up there. The Hamptons is where I go to party with the guys, hook up with bikini clad women on the beach, and just chill out.
Logan is off doing whatever secretive shit Logan does. I swear he’s either a serial killer or he’s into some serious kink. The women he associates with are always hot as fuck, but the dynamic he has with them tells me there’s something going on that I don’t know about, and he keeps whatever it is tight to his chest. The girl he’s seeing now is nice, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not love or anything. You know that shit when you see it. I can already see it in Xander; he’s pussy-whipped after only a few weeks. I’m going to give him no end of shit for that.
The club is packed tonight and the atmosphere is electric. The customers are spending their hard-earned cash getting drunk and dancing their way into each other’s beds, but I can’t even be bothered finding some random chick to take home.
My phone starts buzzing in my pocket. It’s Xander.
“What’s up, man?” I need to shout at the top of my lungs in here.
“Hey, Carter. Can you sort out the VIP lounge for Lily and her friends tonight? I want to get out of this student bar and show her a good time.”
My mind immediately goes to thoughts of Addi. “How many people are we talking?”
“About ten, nothing major; Just Lily, Addi and a few of their friends tha
t finished their exams today. That cool?”
She’s coming here tonight. Perfect. I’m going to make her regret ditching me last weekend. She’ll be fucking begging me to take her.
“Sure thing, bro. Head over whenever you’re ready. The guys will have everything set up. I’ll join you once I’ve finished with some paperwork.”
An hour later, I spy her… gliding through the crowd of sweaty writhing bodies… holy shit, she is even sexier than I remember. Fucking stunning. She’s flirting with some douchebag as they make their way up the stairs to the VIP lounge. My fists ball at my sides, an involuntary action to watching some prick with his hand on the small of her back, guiding her up my stairs, in my fucking club. I need to get a grip before I go up there.
I spend a half hour pacing the floor of my office like a caged lion, before I go in search of Xander. I need a drink. I look around the lounge, but the fucker seems to have disappeared - probably off somewhere, fucking Lily’s brains out.
I sense Addi before I see her standing at the bar. She’s a vision; her stunning features carefree and laughing, her head dropping back as she flirts with the guy from earlier. Before my synapses start firing on all cylinders, I’m behind her; her scent assaulting my senses, her slender body brushing against me. I’ve got a semi just from this ghost of a touch. What the fuck? She stiffens - she knows it’s me; desire burning between us without so much as a glance of acknowledgement.
I slowly slink my arms around her waist, bending down to plant feather-light kisses just below her ear. It’s a sweet spot for her; and she doesn’t disappoint when her body shudders under my touch.
