by Joanna Blake
To hell with it.
With a groan I pulled her against me. I wasn’t rough, but I wasn’t stopping either. I rolled her onto her back and threw one leg over hers. My tongue danced with hers.
I felt like I’d won the God damn lottery.
She was kissing me back.
Carolina Murphy was kissing me back.
The prom queen was letting me have my way with her. Well, more or less. I knew she’d barely even petted before. I could tell by the way she’d responded to me at The Show.
The way she was responding now.
Like a kitten testing its legs.
I tested the waters, letting my hands slide up and over her chest. I was rewarded with a sexy mewling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief.
She liked it.
Caro was the hot little piece I’d always imagined she would be. Fiery. Responsive. Passionate. And I’d spent quite a lot of time over the years imagining just this moment. She might have signed a chastity vow, but frigid, she was not.
I groaned again. The damn pledge. I knew I could make her doubt it. But I realized abruptly that I didn’t want to make her break it.
I did want to make her want to break it however…
This night was not going to end with me inside her. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun. Or that I couldn’t make her feel as desperate as I was.
I slid my hand up and under her robe. She squeaked and sat up, staring at me. Her hands clutched the hem of her bathrobe as if it was going to fly up and expose her. I stared at her, trying to show her my intentions were good.
Well, mostly good.
“Caro…”
She shook her head wildly.
“I’m not wearing anything. Underneath.”
I laughed. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I was.
“Five minutes Caro. Give me five minutes. Please. I won’t do anything that you don’t want.”
“Chan… you know I can’t.”
My fingers brushed the inside of her knee. Just a few inches up and I would be touching thigh. A few inches more and… I groaned as my cock lurched in my jeans.
“Just let me… play…”
She stared at me, her big eyes full of doubt. She was curious too. About what might happen. I could see it.
“You promise not to do anything else?”
I could hear the hope in her voice. The desperation. Neither one of us wanted to stop.
“I promise, Caro. Please don’t make me stop. Not yet…”
I smiled at her disarmingly, guiding her back onto the bed.
“Remind me of these rules again… I can touch. Just not inside right?”
She nodded breathlessly.
I grinned.
“I can work with that.”
Slowly I tugged on the belt to her bathrobe. We both held our breaths as I gently opened it to reveal… a plain white nightgown.
There was a pink bow at the neck. It was shapeless, with thin cotton straps.
Her full, gorgeous breasts were just barely visible through the worn fabric. I could see the shadowy pink of her nipples. And the alluring triangle between her legs.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
My mouth went dry as I let my fingers slide over her nightie. Her nipples poked through the fabric as I teased them. Then I let my hands run all over her body.
I felt like I’d just run a touchdown. Or won a gold medal.
No.
The world fucking series.
My hands felt hot where they skimmed her perfect curves, Her thighs… her belly… then up again to toy with her beautiful breasts.
I leaned down to kiss her as I reached for the hem of her nightie. And slowly started to lift it.
Very, very slowly.
Caro didn’t seem to notice. She was kissing me back, her soft hands on my shoulders. I pulled back when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed the damn nightie off of her.
NOW.
“Lift your arms.”
Her huge eyes blinked at me in surprise. I knew I was going a little faster than she might have expected. But she did as I asked. I groaned as her beautiful body came into view.
Her breasts were perfect, round and juicy, just right for her tiny frame. Her waist was tiny and her hips begged for a man to grab them. And her legs… her legs went on for miles.
She was perfect.
And she was all mine.
Quickly I pulled my shirt over my head. Then I was on top of her, pulling her hard against me. I wanted to feel her against me. Against my chest.
We both moaned at the contact. I’d never felt anything like it. Anything like her.
Sweet. Pure. Good. Utterly feminine.
My sweet Caro was mine at last.
I could not stop touching her, kissing her. Her nipples felt like they were burning into my chest. I gently guided her thighs apart so I could lay between them.
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more. Much more.
I slid down her body so I could kiss her breasts. I wasn’t being gentle now. I was kissing, grabbing, sucking. I couldn’t get enough of her.
Sweet Caro seemed to love it.
Her back arched up off the bed. But that wasn’t enough either. I leaned back so I could see her.
Soft pink petals topped with neatly trimmed blond hair.
It was the prettiest little pussy I’d seen in my life. I wanted to dive forward and take her with my tongue and fingers. But I forced myself to go slow, skimming my fingers up and down her thighs. I let my fingers stroke her puffy lips and she gasped.
That wasn’t enough either.
I leaned down for a taste.
Carolina
Chan’s lips hovered above me. Down there. I couldn’t think. Could barely breath.
His lips brushed my sex once. Again. It felt incredible… so intimate… so wicked… Knowing that it was Chan’s soft lips doing this to me was mind blowing.
But somehow, it felt totally right.
I whimpered, my hands threading through his silky hair. My hips were rocking of their own volition as he tasted me. This morning I’d been locked in a cage. Now I felt wild. I felt free.
I felt like a woman for the first time in my life.
Knowing the power I had over him was liberating. Exhilarating. And the power he had over me… instead of making me scared, I felt safe. Like I was in good hands. It changed everything. I’d been so wrong about Chan. This wasn’t about him taking what he wanted. This was about give and take. About reverence and respect.
About love.
I wasn’t ready to think about that.
He kissed me softly for a while, making me squirm. He obeyed the rules carefully, never trying to push his finger or tongue inside me. He started to trace the very edges of my sex. Not going inside… but almost. The tip of his tongue flicked against my sensitive nub and I almost came off the bed in shock.
“Chan!”
He chuckled without stopping what he was doing. Lightly stoking me, then flicking his tongue fast and hard. Again and again.
I felt like I was going to explode.
I was so close…
I was hovering on the edge of some sort of precipice when he stopped.
He kissed his way back up my body. I could feel his hardness against me through his jeans. Pressing against me.
It wanted in.
I wanted that too.
I wanted him inside me.
The realization rocked me to the core. I didn’t want him to stop touching me. Kissing me there. Even if it was wrong. Well, it wasn’t technically wrong… not yet anyway.
For the first time in my life, I was starting to resent my chastity vow.
He stared down at me, his arms braced on either side of me. Not touching. Not kissing. Just… wanting.
“Chan… don’t stop.”
He groaned and shook his head. He rolled to his back, breathing heavily. He was fighting for control.
“Fuck.”
He turned his head, staring at me. His eyes were blazing with heat. Heat for me.
“If I don’t stop, you will hate me forever. And I couldn’t bear that Caro. I just couldn’t.”
I didn’t want to admit it. I just wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to do… everything.
But he was right.
I reached for him anyway. I needed something to hold onto. I felt like I was adrift. I wanted him so badly that it frightened me.
He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Then he got up. He looked so sexy and disheveled with his messy hair and bare chest that I wanted to jump on him and drag him back to bed with me.
Not to mention the enormous shape pressing against the front of his jeans.
That looked… uncomfortable.
I had to admit, I was curious about what might be inside. How he looked. How he felt.
I sat up, pulling the robe over me. He looked disappointed and relieved at the same time. I realized that I knew exactly how he felt.
“I need… I need a minute.”
“Where are you going?”
He turned to stare at me, his face hard with regret.
“I’m going to take a cold shower.”
Chapter Eleven
Chandler
The cold water cleared my mind if nothing else. I stood in there for as long as I could stand it, letting the water sluice over my over stimulated body. It hurt, but I couldn’t go back out there as keyed up as I was.
My will power wasn’t that strong.
When I got out of the shower she was gone. I wasn’t surprised. There was a polite little note.
That didn’t surprise me either.
Sleeping with Katey tonight. See you in the morning.
-C
I ran my fingers through my damp hair. I glanced at the bed, then down at myself. I was still hard. The cold water had done exactly nothing to relieve the enormous sexual pressure that had been building up inside me.
Basically forever.
I’d been 12 when I started noticing girls.
Let’s be honest.
I noticed a girl.
Her.
I’d already been fixated on Caro of course. With her golden pigtails and perfect posture, she’d been noticeable from the first day we met. Teasing her in Church. Getting her into trouble. Wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers.
But one day I suddenly had an inkling about what I’d like to do with that one girl.
It had something to do with the pesky thing in my shorts.
I learned pretty quickly that lots of girls would let me experiment. Play around. Eventually do the deed. But they just made the ache go away for a little while.
And tonight, I’d gotten very close to easing that ache once and for all.
A big part of me was screaming inside my head that I was an idiot. That I wouldn’t get a chance again. That I should have taken what she was offering.
But that part of me was a bastard.
I could wait. I had to.
I wanted her for keeps.
I pulled a beer out of the mini bar and lay back on the bed. I wondered if she was burning for me the way I did for her. That night by the lake I had thought she loved me. I’d almost said the words.
Caro had been wearing a new dress that night. Something she’d bought at the one mall a hundred miles away. It was the last night that everyone was together before going off to school.
Not that I was going to college. I’d had enough of school that was for damn sure.
But I would have followed her anyway.
I would have followed her anywhere.
That was the night I got up the courage to tell her so. It had taken half a bottle of whiskey, but at last I’d had enough. It was now or never.
Her big eyes had gotten so wide when I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bonfire. She hadn’t laughed at me the way I’d feared. She’d looked at me with something that looked like hope.
Caro… I can’t let you leave without telling you…
Telling me what Chan?
How I feel about you.
I’d leaned in to kiss her before saying another word. It felt like we kissed for hours. Hell, we probably had. We’d ended up side by side on the sand, staring into each other’s eyes.
That’s when her friends had called her. It was time to go home. She’d walked away but not before smiling at me with sweet promise in her eyes.
But something had changed that night. I knew because I tried to see her off at the bus station. But she’d taken an earlier bus. She was long gone.
Hell, I even wrote.
I never heard from her again.
Carolina
Even before I opened my eyes I knew where I was. The smell of the leather, the sound of the car, the movement.
I was tied up in the back of a car. A big car. A luxury car.
I was in Max’s limo.
Dread thudded in my veins. I opened my eyes, afraid of what I would see. The first thing I saw was Hanz, Max’s right hand man.
The second thing I saw was Katey.
She was tied up beside me. Her eyes were wide with fear. Whatever they’d given us to knock us out- they’d given me more. She was wide awake, not coming out of a stupor like I was.
My head thudded dully.
We were in trouble. Very, very big trouble.
Whatever Max had in mind, it wasn’t good. He wasn’t even pretending to be a good person. He was having us manhandled by thugs.
Everything Chan and Joss had told me was running through my head. He liked to hurt women. He was a criminal. He wasn’t just bad.
He was evil.
How could I have been so blind? And now my friend was in danger because of my stupidity. I looked over at her, my eyes filled with regret.
Katey was staring at me. I shook my head, answering her unspoken question. No, I had no idea how to get us out of this situation. But I would try. I had to try.
Not just for us.
For Chan.
He would come after me. I knew it. And he would get hurt. Or worse.
He might get killed.
A scream rose up in my throat at the thought. Funny, charming, sweet, crazy Chan. He couldn’t die.
I wouldn’t let him put himself in danger on my behalf.
I had to make sure Max never found out about him. Never knew how close I’d been to running away with him. Or anything else that had happened.
It was time to face up to the reason why. I cared about Chan too deeply. I couldn’t pretend anymore that I didn’t like him. That he annoyed me. That I didn’t want his touch.
It didn’t matter if he’d kissed me on a dare all those years ago. It didn’t matter if he’d lied to me back then. He cared now.
I forgave him.
I had to because… I was falling in love with him.
Who was I kidding? I’d always been halfway in love with him. The adorable little boy with the blue eyes and dimples who spent every waking moment trying to get a rise out of me? How could I resist him?
He was always in trouble.
He was trouble.
But Chan was never unkind. Mischievous, yes. But mean? Never. Not to the kids everyone else made fun of. Not to animals. Not to old ladies.
And never to me.
I looked up and saw Hanz smirking at me. Like he knew something I didn’t. A shiver of fear shot through me at the look in his eyes.
The car came to an halt and the door was opened from the outside. The driver was someone I hadn’t seen before. He looked a lot like Hanz.
Big, tall and dangerous.
Professionally dangerous.
The driver pulled Katey out of the car and carried her away. Hanz reached for me. I jerked backwards. But he just smiled and wagged his finger at me.
“Be a good girl.”
I went limp. I couldn’t fight him. If it had just been me then I might have made a run for it. But I couldn’t leave Katey anyway. I didn’t struggle as
he lifted me carefully and carried me across a the partially finished entrance. We were in a closed off construction zone. There was a fence hiding us from view.
No one would see us.
No one was coming to help.
I was almost glad. This way it would be impossible for Chan to find us.
He would be safe.
Even if we weren’t.
I stared up at a building I recognized from pictures. It was an unfinished luxury condominium Max had been working on for over a year.
The front was sheer glass. It was well over 20 stories high. To say it was intimidating would be an understatement.
Another man opened the door for us. He seemed completely unsurprised to see two women bound and gagged. Another bad sign for what was in store. Everything about this was surreal. I knew I had to stop being scared and start thinking clearly.
Our lives depended on it.
We rode the elevator in absolute silence. I tried to catch Katey’s eye but she was turned the other way. She must be terrified.
At this point my only concern was for her and Chan.
Especially Chan.
I couldn’t help it. I loved my friend but I didn’t think she’d be killed. If Max ever knew what Chan and I had gotten up to together… how I’d let him touch me.
Chan would be worse than dead.
The elevator stopped on the very top floor. Of course. Only the best would do for Max.
The penthouse.
This part of the building was finished, and then some. Floor to ceiling windows, marble floors, a sleek open concept with white kitchen. An enormous white leather couch took up most of the living room.
Of course it was leather.
I heard Max before I saw him.
“Bring her in here. Leave the other.”
I twisted my head and saw Katey being lowered onto the couch. I tried to catch her eye again but Hanz was carrying me into another part of the enormous condo.
The master bedroom.
Hanz lowered me into a chair. My hands were bound behind me so I was perched at the edge of seat. I sat there awkwardly and waited. Max stood by the window, looking out over the city.
“Shut the door please.”
I flinched as the door closed behind Hanz.
