by Hazel Kelly
She moaned in my mouth and I lowered a hand between her legs, pressing her panties up against her warmth.
She was already wet.
“God I want you so many ways,” I said, circling her clit with my fingertips. “I just don’t know where to start.” I dropped my lips to her neck, kissing just below her ears and working my way down slowly. When I reached her collarbone, I stuck my hand up her dress and pulled her thong down.
“Try not to rip them this time,” she said, lifting her hips. “This dress is too short to go without.”
I scooted further down and pulled her panties to her knees as I circled one of her nipples with my tongue.
She moaned as I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue around it.
Then I stuck two fingers inside her and relished the sound of her gasp.
“Oh god,” she breathed.
I churned her insides, my mouth watering at how wet she was.
Fortunately for both of us, I knew just what to do with my dripping tongue.
As difficult as it was to pull away from her heaving breasts, there was another place I suspected we both wanted my mouth to be even more. So I scooted down between her legs and pulled her underwear the rest of the way off.
Then I threw one of her legs over the low back of the couch.
She raised herself up on her elbows and looked at me with a helpless expression as I moved one hand between her legs and the other to the top button of my shirt.
“It’s getting warm in here,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt as I fingered her, keeping the pressure on her clit with my thumb.
Her head fell back as she gushed over my fingertips.
I got impatient halfway down my buttons and pulled my shirt off over my head.
She lifted her half closed eyes, watching as I unhooked my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling them off so I was in nothing but my boxers. I hated to get ahead of myself like that, but I was genuinely worried I might rip my fucking pants as soon as I tasted her.
She leaned up and reached between her legs, laying a hand on my chest and dragging it over my abs.
I raised my eyebrows. “You like what you see?”
She nodded, the longing in her face filling me with fire.
“Me too,” I said, grabbing her wrist and lowering her back down so she was lying on the couch again. “You look good enough to eat.”
Chapter 17: Carrie
It was all so unbelievable- where I was, who I was with, what I was doing- and when Ben lowered his head between my legs, reality faded even further away.
I felt myself gush against him as soon as he lapped at me, and then he groaned, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling me closer.
I threw my hands up over my head and arched my back, letting myself melt into him as he scooped me out, warming me from the bottom up until the pleasure was so overwhelming I couldn’t even keep my eyes open.
Which was fine. Because the ceiling in the loft was done up like the night sky- with nothing but little pricks of light peeking through- and I could see the exact same thing on the back of my eyelids.
Ben moaned as he slid his greedy tongue in and out of me.
And I swear to god I’d never felt so carefree and alive. It was like I could really live in the moment with him, and I couldn’t wait to live in many more moments with him now that I was finally his.
Perhaps it was the pent up frustration of not knowing what would happen that night, but all my worries were melting away, coating his skilled tongue.
In fact, it wasn’t long before the coil inside me began to burn, and I knew I was close when my whole body jolted suddenly in response to a forceful flick of his tongue.
He stopped and lifted his head, licking his lips before he spoke. “Our champagne cocktails have got nothing on you, babe.”
I leaned up and let my lifted leg slide back onto the couch so I could bend forward.
“I’m not done,” he said. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I answered him by laying a splayed hand against his swollen dick.
A low groan escaped his throat.
“Take these off for me,” I said, batting my eyelashes and knowing damn well my breasts were squeezed between my arms. “Pretty please”
He leaned against the back of the couch and pulled them off so quickly his dick sprang up against his stomach.
I smiled and dragged my hand along my own wetness before laying it against his cock and spreading my slippery warmth up and down the length of him.
“Harder,” he said through clenched teeth, his face furrowed in concentration.
I squeezed my hand so hard I could feel him surging against my palm as I stroked him slowly at first, speeding up as he swelled in my hands.
When he closed his eyes, I bent over, flicked my tongue around his head, and took him in my mouth.
He growled as I sank down on him, my mouth stretched wide as I tried not to think about the fact that satisfying his monster cock was now officially my problem- and my favorite problem at that.
I moaned and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it just hard enough to turn me on as I moved my head over him.
“Fuck, Carrie. That feels too good.”
I couldn’t smile because my mouth was stretched around him, but I felt my chest swell with pride that I could render him so defenseless with pleasure.
And then I felt him reach over and squeeze my breasts as I sucked him, matching my rhythm as the heat inside me pooled in my center.
I closed my eyes, listened to the muted sound of the pumping bass below us, and lost myself to sucking him with more enthusiasm than I ever had before. Because this time, it was okay for him to know how bad I wanted it. So I didn’t hold anything back.
I reached for his balls and rolled them between my fingertips.
“Wait,” he said, his hand seizing around my hair.
I backed off him and furrowed my brow.
He let go of my hair and pushed my wrist away. “I don’t want you to play with my balls right now.”
“You don’t?”
He shook his head and pulled me into his lap. “I want you to drip all over them instead.”
I looked down at his dick between us.
“Sit on it,” he said, lifting his chin like it was a dare.
I swallowed and raised up on my knees.
He lifted my dress from where it was scrunched around my hips and pulled it off over my head.
I closed my eyes and brought the tip of him to my opening, taking a deep breath as I guided him inside.
Once his head was in, I opened my eyes.
He was looking right at me, his chiseled face intense.
I focused on him as I sank down, getting more lost in his gaze with every inch that filled me up.
When he was halfway in, my lips fell apart, and I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, digging my fingers in as I sank down to the base of his cock.
He raised his eyebrows. “A perfect fit, don’t you think?”
I smiled. “To be honest, you’re a little too big, but I’m not complaining.”
“Use it,” he said, thrusting up into me and hitting a spot so deep in my core I wouldn’t have believed it was there if he didn’t do it again a second later.
“Wait,” I said. “Let me just get my bearings-”
“Carrie.”
“What?”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, then I’m gonna fuck you.”
I put a hand along the side of his face so I could feel the sharp edge of his cheekbone and jaw. Then I leaned forward and kissed him, crushing my clit against the base of his dick as I did it.
And as he sucked the breath from me, I let my hips fall forwards over and over like I was a lapping wave.
He reached around and sank his fingertips into the cheeks of my ass, egging me on as I rocked against him, and I could feel the intense warmth growing inside me and making me greedy for release.
I unhooked my lips and grabbed the back of
the couch behind him, letting my chest crush against his as we worked together to keep sliding my tight pussy around his dick.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, lifting me up and down his shaft like it was nothing
Soon I feared the heat inside me might spill out as burning tears. “I’m going to come, Ben,” I said, the sound of his name sounding so right in my mouth that I whispered it again.
“Look at me,” he said, driving his hips up through me until I swear his dick was in my throat.
I used what little strength I had to straighten my arms a moment before I came, locking my eyes on his as he thrust into me one last time, flooding me with his desire.
I grabbed his face with both hands as my whole body tightened around him, and I kept staring into his eyes until his face was the only thing I recognized, the only thing keeping me from being suffocated by the sheer bliss of my orgasm.
Like an anchor I knew I would never want to be without.
And after who knows how long, he smiled.
And I smiled, too.
And then he leaned forward and kissed me one last time before resting his forehead against mine so our breaths mingled as we tried to catch them.
And then I hugged him and closed my eyes, paying attention to how our chests rose and fell together as I enjoyed feeling happy and safe and home in his arms…
And like maybe this year wasn’t such a disaster after all.
Chapter 18: Ben
I knew I had a lot of reasons to be happy, a lot of reasons to be proud.
But despite the success of Club Abbott’s opening night so far, there was nothing I was more proud of than having Carrie wrapped around me in that moment.
She was so beautiful, so kind, and deserved so much more than the love she’d been shown in the past.
And of all the things I wanted- of all my loftiest goals- becoming the man of her dreams was the one I was most excited about.
Sure, I knew I wasn’t perfect. I could be arrogant, selfish, and single minded. But I knew with her on my arm, my arrogance would be justified, being selfless would be more interesting, and as far as being single minded, the only reason that was my default setting in the past was because there wasn’t a couple I was excited to be part of.
But now there was.
And she said yes. She did want to be my girlfriend. No more pretending, no more games.
And while I suspected I’d be relieved to hear her say she was up for the job, I didn’t think my peace of mind would be half as great as it was.
In fact, as she breathed against my neck, her pleasure dripping down my balls, the only thing I was disappointed about was the fact that we couldn’t stay wrapped up like that all night.
But that was okay.
Because there would be other nights- lots of them- and on those nights, we could do whatever the hell we wanted.
She straightened her arms and leaned back to look at me again, a silly smile causing her dimples to steal some of my attention away from her big brown eyes. “And to think I was merely hoping for your forgiveness,” she said.
I furrowed my brow. “My forgiveness?”
“Yeah.” She ran a hand through my hair. “For lying to you about my feelings and making you feel like a crazy person when I knew damn well that we were good together.”
I shook my head. “I’m the one that started the trouble by pretending the first time I kissed you was about anything other than my wanting to.”
She shrugged and let her eyes follow a finger as she swirled it across my chest.
“Though I am curious about what your plan was?”
She looked up at me. “I was just going to tell you how much I’ve missed you recently and see what you had to say.”
I nodded. “Well, I imagine we would’ve ended up in exactly the same position then.”
“Probably.” She raised herself up to slide off me, the hostility of the cool air on my dick sending a chill up my spine.
I stared at her ass as she reached across the couch for her dress, watching as she stood to step into it.
“Why don’t you take a picture,” she said, glancing at me as she pulled it up.
“Believe me,” I said, reaching forwards for my boxers. “I would if I had my phone handy.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Even better, though. Why don’t you take a few and send them to me when I least expect it?”
“Not a chance,” she said.
My face fell.
“They’d only torture you,” she said, lifting the shoulders of her dress back up. “Besides, you can have the real thing.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Anytime I want?”
She nodded. “Unless Nora’s in the office because I’d like to at least pretend to be professional in front of other people.”
“Agreed,” I said. “On the condition that you keep my complete lack of professionalism a closely guarded secret, too.”
“Seems fair.”
“I guess I better get you a drink,” I said, pulling my pants up and doing my belt. “Can’t risk having nothing to toast with when the new year rolls in.”
She looked around. “Why? What time is it?”
“There are only a few minutes to go,” I said, nodding at the window behind her.
A digital clock was counting down on the brick wall outside the window.
“Oh my gosh!” she said. “That looks amazing.”
“I had to do something for it,” I said. “After all, I often think the anticipation of something is as exciting as the event itself.”
“I totally agree,” she said, handing me my shirt off the back of the couch.
I slipped it on over my head and unbuttoned the two buttons I skipped so it fell open. “Will regular champagne do for your toast?”
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure you don’t know what regular champagne is.”
I rolled my eyes and walked around the small bar in the corner, slipping some champagne out of the fridge. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, pulling off the gold foil.
Carrie looked at her shoes like she was trying to decide whether she should put them back on, but didn’t.
I untwisted the wire hood and held the cork until the bottle made a gentle pop.
“You did that like a pro,” she said, dragging her toes through the carpet, the countdown clock still going behind her.
“I told you,” I said, pulling two thin flutes from the rack of hanging glasses to my left. “I’ve been studying up.” I opened the small freezer door, grabbed a few frozen raspberries, and dropped them in each glass.
“Wow,” she said. “Now that’s a nice touch. I actually wasn’t interested before the raspberries, but now I’m gagging for it.”
One corner of my mouth curled up as I brought her drink over.
“Oh look,” she said, pointing out the window. “The staff are handing champagne out to everyone.”
I looked out the window. A thousand glasses glittered down below. “Not too shabby.”
“Not too shabby at all,” she said, taking one of the glasses from my hands. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
She pushed some hair out of her face. “The sign outside looks great by the way.”
“I still can’t thank you enough for talking some sense into my dad.”
She shrugged. “I found him to be a very reasonable man.”
I laughed. “He may be a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them.”
“Still,” she said. “I’m glad he came around. And based on tonight’s obvious success, I don’t think he’ll have any regrets.”
“I should think not. Unfortunately, being able to call the place Club Abbott is bittersweet.”
She furrowed her brow. “Why? I thought that was what you wanted-”
“It was,” I said. “It is.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that while I’m thrilled that I was able to call the flagship location Club Abbott, it m
eans the standard has to be equally high at all the other places I’m planning to open.”
“What places?” she asked. “I know you mentioned expanding, but do you already have places in mind?”
I nodded. “I’ll open the club in LA first. Then Rome and London, where- as you know- I’m always looking for an excuse to return. Then I’ll expand farther east, starting with Singapore and Hong Kong.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Wow. Those are big plans.”
I nodded.
“But I don’t think it’s anything you can’t handle.”
I smiled. “Well, I appreciate your vote of confidence, but my work ethic isn’t the problem.”
“What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I need an interior designer who can do as good a job on the other locations as the woman I worked with on this one did here.”
One side of her mouth curled up in a smile.
“And it’s not easy to find someone with that kind of talent as it is, much less someone who would be willing to travel to all those far off places with me.”
She nodded. “Yeah, that does sound like a problem. I don’t know where you’ll find someone like that.”
“No?” I slipped one arm around her lower back. “I was hoping you might know someone who would be up to the job.”
She leaned into me and rested a hand on my chest. “I only know one woman who might be willing to do it,” she said, lifting her eyes to mine. “But she’ll definitely try to sleep with you.”
I smiled. “I suppose I don’t mind mixing a little pleasure with business. As long as pleasure comes first, of course.”
Suddenly, the floor under us began to shake as everyone in the room below started counting down from ten along with the clock on the wall.
Carrie and I looked between the clock and the crowd and then back at each other just in time for 3…2…1.
“Happy New Year, Ben,” she said, her big eyes sparkling.
I leaned in and gave her a kiss, squeezing her to me. Then I stepped back just enough to raise my glass. “Happy New Year to you, too,” I said, clinking my glass against hers.
And if the warmth in my heart and the look on her face were anything to go by, I’d say there would be many more happy new years to come.
