Malik (Carter Brother Series Book 1)

by Lisa Helen Gray

  “So are you,’’ I choke out, my eyes never leaving his.

  “So soft,’’ he says as he lightly grazes his fingers down my cheek. My head automatically leans into his soft touch, my body purring like a cat for him. I’ve never felt like this. My mind is screaming silently for him to touch me, to press his body against mine, but like the scared cat I am, I stay silent.

  His head bends forward slowly, giving me the chance to stop what I know is about to come. I don’t move though, I want this more than anything else right now.

  I feel his breath first before I feel his lips; the touch is light and quick before he looks back at me. The look he gives me makes me catch my own breath. This isn’t my first kiss, but I feel like it is. His hand tightens on my hip, the other on my neck, and then his soft lips lock with mine.

  When I feel his tongue demand access, I cling to his t-shirt, my body swaying into him. The kiss starts off slow, sensual, like he has all the time in the world to explore my mouth and my body.

  He deepens the kiss and a part of me hates that he stopped kissing me like I’m the only girl in the world, but the other half loves the fact he’s kissing me like there isn’t a tomorrow. For some unknown reason I’m thrilled that he’s lost control with me, that I’m the one to have done that to him.

  The way his hands run down the side of my body, then back up, staying just below the sensitive part under my breasts. My body sways closer; our bodies now flush against each other. His body is hard, muscular as I press up against him.

  My hands are now grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling it slightly when he deepens the kiss. My body feels hot, burning with something I’ve never experienced before. Another moan escapes my mouth as the kiss heats up, neither one of us separating for air, which I like.

  It’s the moment he picks me up and my legs go around his waist that something in me changes, something in both of us changes, and something that can never be reversed. He carries me over to my bed and I know I should tell him to stop, to slow down, but all I can do when he pulls away - apart from gasp for breath – is to cling to him. I grip on to his shoulders so hard that I’m surprised my nails aren’t drawing blood.

  The soft mattress hits my back when his hard body presses against my front, his hardness down below pressing into my sex. I’m no prude, don’t get me wrong, but this is all new to me. The farthest I’ve gone with a boy is talk and that was on a really good day.

  “Malik,’’ I moan sounding coarser as he rains kisses down my neck. Through all the kissing, carrying, and touching, my towel has thankfully stayed locked in place.

  I hear him groan above me as my hips move on their own accord, rubbing against his hardness. Tingles spread through my belly as my body flushes from my boldness, but also from the tingles it’s causing.

  “God, you feel so good,’’ he tells me hoarsely, looking down at me. “You should go get dressed.’’

  He looks pained as he says it, but doesn’t move to let me up. My body and mind are fighting against each other. A part of me wants to lay here, remove the towel from my body and feel him against my naked skin, but the other part is telling me to go get into my pyjamas.

  “Yeah, I should,’’ I whisper, but my head lifts up so I can press my lips against his for another kiss. He doesn’t make a move to deepen the kiss at first, not until I scrape my nails down his back. His muscles flex under my touch making me feel giddy. He doesn’t have a body like any other seventeen year old boy I know; he has more of a man’s body.

  His hands rake up my sides to where I tucked the towel in to keep it together. I feel it come apart exposing my body to the cool air in the bedroom causing a shiver to run across my stomach.

  His denim jeans rub against my exposed skin, the feel of the rough material making me bite out a moan. He’s making me feel so good, something I can’t explain. His touch bringing me to the point that I want to cry out.

  When his hands touch my bare breasts, I shiver with nerves and excitement. No one has ever touched me there, and I know I wouldn’t have let anyone else do this to me except Malik. Malik has had me wanting him since the moment I had noticed him the very first time in registration class. I may not have known to what extent, but I had been drawn to him straight away. Getting to know him this past week has felt like I’ve known him for years, but it still doesn’t stop me from feeling nervous and jittery and wanting to know more about him.

  “We really need to stop,’’ he whispers, his lips at my neck while his hands play with my nipples, twisting one between his fingers before he pulls it making me cry out with pleasure.

  The sensation is not lost on me, I feel it all the way down to my toes, pulsating through my whole body from the bolts of pleasure he’s giving me.

  “Please don’t stop,’’ I find myself begging, although I know we should. I’m not ready to have sex, but I’m also not ready to stop this, whatever this is.

  “Do you want me to make you feel good?’’ he asks, nibbling against my neck below my ear. My whole body is on fire, my core tingling with pleasure that has me arching up into him, making him groan.

  “Please.’’

  He holds himself up above me, resting on his forearm while he lets his other arm snake down my stomach, sending shivers all through me. It feels good. His touch is so light against my skin it feels like torture, but it’s so pleasurable.

  Although the whole sex thing is new to me, I’m not lost on what anything is; I know what I’m begging for. I’ve just never experienced it before. I’ve read so many books, some erotica novels I know my mom would have grounded me for if she ever found out I had read them. Sexual acts are also something I’m aware of yet never experienced.

  When I finally feel his soft fingers run through my slit, I find myself ruined by all those novels I’ve read in the past because nothing can compare to how Malik is making me feel in this moment. My body arches upward, as I cry out with pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,’’ he says huskily, swirling two fingers around my clit making me lose hold of all my senses. My Gram’s could walk in right now and I’d never know because my body and mind are all completely consumed by Malik and his magical fingers.

  His fingers explore lower making me tense for a second before I relax. When he inserts one inside me, I let out a startled cry, my body begging for him to continue yet trying to fight away the intrusion of it all.

  “Relax babe, I won’t hurt you I promise,’’ he says, and he’s right because when he starts pumping his finger in and out, my body starts to relax and I feel myself become wetter. The sting that had been there before has now gone, making the pleasure from before intensify.

  “Ohhh,’’ I moan, my whole body jerking slightly below him. It feels so good.

  “Does that feel good?’’ he rasps.

  Not able to talk I nod my head confirming it feels good. Scratch that, it feels more than good, it feels explosive. Like nothing on this earth could ever feel as good as this.

  He looks at me with hooded eyes, which I’m sure are mirroring my own. I know he’s turned on, I can feel the evidence pressing up against my leg. I know I should be doing something for him, like I said, I read a lot of books to know what stuff is, but I’m too scared to make that move. The thought of him rejecting me is one thing, but the idea of not pleasing him holds me back the most.

  Plus, from the way he skilfully owned my body, I know this isn’t his first time, which worries me more than I’d like to express. He’s probably got college girlfriends or something that know what they’re doing, which adds up really. Denny said he never dates girls at school, so he must only date older girls.

  His finger pumping in and out of me makes it hard for me to think, so I try to shut my brain off, ignore my insecurities, and instead, concentrate and enjoy the feel of him.

  When his head bends I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t, instead, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth making me squirm beneath him. His tongue flicks a
t my nipple, while sucking, the sensation too much to bear that I don’t feel him enter another finger.

  The fullness of him finger fucking me is overwhelming. My body feels hot, and when I look up to Malik as he removes his mouth, beads of sweat run between his eyes, his forehead creased and his eyes hooded with hunger and lust. He looks fucking hot right now looking at me with those dark penetrating eyes that I can feel myself building up to what I hope is going to be my first orgasm. Just thinking about it is giving me butterflies.

  “You need to let go,’’ he begs, sounding pained.

  I’m unsure what he means until he bends his head, his mouth closing around my nipple, but instead of sucking this time he bites down gently. It’s not hard enough to be painful, but enough so there’s a slight sting. It’s obviously what I needed because my whole body goes stiff as it flies upwards, my head shoving against Malik’s hard chest. He keeps his fingers pumping inside me as I ride out the orgasm. My eyes close while everything around me just explodes like nothing really matters other than the two of us in that moment. It isn’t until I stop contracting around his fingers that I finally take a breath, my whole body dying to cry out loudly from the pleasure.

  I’m dazed, spent, and completely knackered lying back down on the bed by the time Malik removes his fingers. Lazily, I lift my eyes up to him to see him watching me. As he looks back at me he lifts the fingers he used to fuck me with and sucks them into his mouth, his eyes closing like he’s just tasted the best chocolate cake that has ever been, instead of my arousal. Watching him has my core muscles tightening again and that’s when I notice the wetness between my legs for the first time.

  “Hmmm, you taste good,’’ he grins. My eyes widen and I blush making him chuckle, “Don’t worry, next time I’ll have a proper taste,’’ he winks making me blush.

  “I huh… I… Oh my God,’’ I groan once I realise I’m lying here still naked while he is fully clothed.

  “Come on babe,’’ he laughs, lifting me up and wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I know you’re embarrassed, but you really don’t need to be. We can take this as slow as you like, but never and I mean never feel embarrassed around me. I know what we did just now isn’t something you’ve probably ever done or rushed into, so thank you. Thank you for trusting me with you,’’ he says making me melt against him.

  “I’ve… I’ve never…’’ I stutter not looking at him in the eye.

  “Hey babe, look at me,’’ he demands gently lifting my chin with his fist. “I know. Now go get them cute as fuck pyjamas on so we can watch Half past dead,’’ he winks, before kissing my nose.

  Leaning over me while I’m standing there speechless he reaches over for the towel, covering my naked body.

  It’s not until he slaps my bare ass making me squeal that I finally snap out of it, grinning at him before running off to the bathroom. And for the second time tonight I forget my clothes. When I open the door to grab them, Malik is standing there with the clothes I had chosen earlier in his hands. The gesture is funny and so sweet at the same time that I can’t help giving him a warm, loving smile.

  With one last smile, I grab the clothes, and then still smiling I get changed before heading back inside my room.

  Chapter Eight

  It has been just over a week since Malik gave me my first orgasm. We’ve spent as much time as possible together and even a few lunch times at school. He hasn’t held my hand or kissed me in public which I will admit kind of hurts since he doesn’t mind showing his affection outside of school. Even in front of Gram’s he’s been affectionate towards me, she just grins at us then gives me a knowing wink before carrying on with whatever she was doing.

  At school though it’s another matter, he never reaches out to hold my hand, kiss me goodbye or anything, which is why I’m hoping to put a stop to it all today. If he can’t be with me in front of everyone then he’s obviously ashamed or embarrassed about being seen with me.

  Today has been the first day since Davis threatened me that Malik hasn’t walked with me to school. He had to go in early to talk to the principal about something. I’m not sure what he needs to talk to her about as he wouldn’t elaborate last night.

  I think the fact Davis has stayed away might be another reason he feels that he doesn’t need to be with me twenty four seven. He knows I don’t need protection anymore because Davis has given up with tormenting me. That’s just a thought anyway. The other is that he’s getting bored with me already, but I dismiss it quickly; it hurts too much to think about him not wanting me. In such little time I’ve come to rely on the company of Malik and Denny. In fact, I’ve gotten close to all the Carter boys and couldn’t picture my life without them in it. They’ve become a whole new family to me.

  Walking into school the air is filled with an electric buzz. Students sound excited as they talk rapidly among one another. I’m wondering what all the fuss is about as I walk down towards my locker. Everyone seems to be excited about whatever it is. I hear random words, eavesdropping on my way, but none make any sense to me and I remind myself to ask Denny when I see her in registration.

  Getting to my locker, I open it off loading the books from my bag to my locker when a loud bang at my side startles me. Thinking it’s Max being his usual asshole self, I groan.

  “Max, I’m not in the mood, what do you want?’’ I ask, pretending to be pissed at him, when in fact I love hanging out with him. Especially when he’s in a good mood like he is most days. His mood is always infectious.

  “Don’t insult me,’’ a voice spits out from beside me. My body goes on high alert and I start to feel uncomfortable when I notice how close he is standing to me. I know it’s just another way for him to intimidate and scare me, and it’s working. I just hope I don’t show him how much.

  “What do you want Craig?’’ I ask using his first name when I turn to him wearing a bored look. He scowls at me, his eyes filled with anger and he takes another step closer to me. My mind is screaming to move back, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he bothers me.

  “Look princess, you may have gotten away with this at your old school, but here, there are rules. You’ve broken them, so you’re going to pay. Little fucking nerds like you shouldn’t be heard or seen. You will wish you never moved here by the time I’ve finished with you little Harlow. I’m going to fucking break you,’’ he says, his hand grabbing tightly onto my arm when I go to turn away from him. I wince from his fingers digging into my skin and I can already feel them leaving a bruise.

  I want to say something sarcastic like, ‘I never chose to live here’, but I have a feeling it will just make things worse. Even with his little speech, I’m still as miffed as to what his problem is with me.

  “What, you’re too good to talk to me now?’’ he snarls, his fingers tightening, biting into my skin.

  “Let go of my fucking arm now. You don’t scare me. Now get off my arm,’’ I tell him staring him down, not letting him know how much he’s actually scaring me right now.

  When I try to move my arm from his grip he pinches me a little tighter making my eyes start to water. I slightly pray to myself that I don’t start crying because showing him weakness is what he wants and it will most likely please him that he got that reaction out of me.

  “You’ve got bite girl, but that’s all you’ve got. Your pussy boyfriends can’t protect you all the time,’’ he says shoving me back hard into my locker, the door catching the side of my head by my eye.

  He laughs when I choke out a sob, the pain by my left eye throbbing. I hold my hand up to it trying to ease the pain but it just makes it worse. No one around us is even paying attention, which just makes me feel more helpless. I wonder if they’re not looking at us because they don’t want to get involved or if they’re truly not paying attention. My eyes watch Davis walk off towards our registration classroom when the bell rings.

  I don’t bother waiting around as tears sting my eyes. Making quick work to shut my lo
cker and lock it, I notice the blood on the inside of my hand. I scowl down at it wondering where the fuck that came from, and then remember the pain in my head. Already late I quickly run over to the girl’s toilets.

  The light in the girls toilets aren’t that bright, but even with the dull lighting I can still see the blood that’s coming from a little cut not far from my eye. My eye is already a little bruised, but nothing a little makeup won’t cover up.

  If you had any, I scold myself. I’ve never been a makeup kind of girl; my dad never let me wear it. My Gram’s though has bought me some, trying to persuade me to use a little, but it’s been left in my drawer back home.

  Wiping away the dried blood down the side of my face, I quickly pull off my school blazer, to look at the damage of my arm. I’d worn my short sleeved shirt today because of the weather warming up. My eyes start to water again when I see the dark blue, purple colour bruising forming on my skin, highlighting his fingerprints distinctively making me cringe.

  Begrudgingly, I pull my blazer back on before taking one more look in the mirror. I’ve worn my long brown hair down today, so I fiddle with it to cover as much of my eye as I can, hoping no one will notice my sore eye.

  All eyes land on me once I hit the classroom. Mr. Rogers has left the students to obviously talk amongst themselves while he talks to us one on one. He looks up from talking to one of the other students, I think her name is Amy, and looks at me worriedly. Hoping he can’t see my eye I walk over, but not too close for him to notice.

  “Sorry I’m late sir, I just needed to use the girl’s room,’’ I half lie feeling my cheeks heat.

  “That’s okay. I’ll have to mark you in as late, but you won’t get detention,’’ he smiles, but I can still see him looking at me worriedly, making me feel uncomfortable. “Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll call your name out when I’m ready,’’ he gestures.

  I nod my head, thankful to get away from his intense stare and walk over to my chair. Once I’m seated Denny begins on her daily chatter.