by Sara Hess
“That’s so good, Carrie, just a little harder. Grab each drop as it comes out and smear it down me, it makes it easier to move up and down. Yes, just like that.” I gripped the sheets as she did as I told her. Fuck, having Carrie finally holding and working my cock was just too much. Seeing her flushed face and watching her lush lips pant out breaths displaying how aroused she was getting at watching what was happening; it was beyond anything I’d imagined. I had to close my eyes at the unbelievable emotions filling me.
They flew open abruptly and I grunted in shock when I felt the hot, wet warmth of her mouth closing over the head of my cock. She only took the tip, rolling her tongue around it, but it had me panting and clenched my fist tightly at the sensations.
She lifted off and looked up continuing her up and down stroking. “Was that right, or am I supposed take as much as I can.”
“Carrie, you take as much as you want, but I’ve only got a couple more seconds.” I said hoarsely, aching from the pressure in my balls. I was so ready to blow.
She leaned back down her hair falling around my hips as she took me back in her mouth. My balls quivered at the sight. She mouthed the head and worked her way slowly down taking a little more and then a little more until she was taking as much as she could. I was trying to hold off from exploding because of how good her mouth felt. I never wanted it to end, but I couldn’t hold off any longer.
“Press tightly with your lips and suck hard when you come up.” I instructed clenching my teeth in bliss. She did. “Shit, yes!” I groaned. “Carrie, I’m going to come, just use your hands.” I gritted out not wanting to freak her out by erupting in her mouth this first time. She lifted off just in time as I came hard, pushing my heels against the mattress, pumping my hips with the movement of her hand.
“Ahhh…Fuuuck!” I grunted in ecstasy, seeing stars behind my close lids. Semen shot out of me and could only hope that it wasn’t hitting Carrie in the face. I did hear her gasp though.
I continued to pump my hips with each spasm of release that hit me feeling some it slowly dribbling down my cock. Carrie had stopped stroking and was gently messaging and that seemed to be causing little driblets to persist. I shivered as the last of the climax ended leaving me drained and sated.
Fingers moved through the semen that had landed on my thighs and I cracked my eyes drowsily to see Carrie lifting her finger to her mouth touching her tongue to it. I groaned at the sight and my depleted dick actually twitched in interest. Her gaze met mine and she blushed at I assume being caught tasting my spunk.
“You tasted me, and I wanted to see what you taste like.” She said self-consciously.
“The sight of you tasting me makes me want to savor you all over again.” I sat up feeling slightly weak from my orgasm to run my hands up over her thighs and sides to cup her breasts. Her skin was so damn soft.
Her eyes dilated and her lips parted in desire. I wondered if she’d gotten aroused again at jerking me off. Grabbing her hips I flipped her over onto her back straddling her and watched her eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Slipping my fingers into her panties I slid through fresh warm cream. Oh yeah, she was aroused. She gasped my name and reached up to pull my head down for a fierce kiss. Unbelievably, I was getting hard again. I had never recuperated this fast before.
I laid my body over hers and pressed my hips into hers letting her feel my renewed need. Her lips pulled away from mine and I moved to her neck suckling the skin. Bringing my hand up to message her breast I ground my hips against her mound. Carrie’s breathing panted out roughly…a little too roughly…and her hands were now pushing instead of gripping, and I realized that I was lying against her flush with the bed at her back.
“Shit!” Twisting I reversed our positions and brought her on top of me, rubbing her back soothingly. “I’m sorry. It’s okay, baby, you’re okay.” Her breath shuddered out, and I was thankful that she was breathing.
She rested on top of me with her head turned to the side shivering slightly. Calling myself every moronic name in the book I grabbed the blanket with my foot hiking it up and covered us with it.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault.” She said in a dejected tone.
I continued rubbing her back. “And it’s not yours either, so don’t sound so sad. I forgot how claustrophobic you get, and you just reacted. I remembered and now you’re fine. No harm, no foul.” I didn’t want her to feel like she was damaged, because she wasn’t, she was strong.
She sighed. “Yes, but I ruined the moment, and it was a nice moment.”
“Actually, it was a fantastic moment, but it’s probably just as well that we stopped. If we went another round I would be too worn out to play tomorrow, and then coach would be on my ass on why I was playing like shit, and then I’d have to explain that my girlfriend wrung me out the night before with too many orgasms.”
Carrie raised herself up to stare at me in alarm. I was pleased to see that she wasn’t showing any effects from the minor incident. My eyes were then distracted by her breast hanging there for my viewing pleasure, and of course I couldn’t turn away from their perfect glory.
“You would not say that to him, would you?” She asked in horror.
“I’d have to give him some explanation for my poor performance.” I replied nonchalantly bringing my hand up to brush the side of her soft smooth breast.
Her eyes had narrowed at my tone and then dilated at my touch. Her legs shifted causing our groins to rub together. My dick had softened slightly at what had almost happened, but it was rallying quickly.
“Would you really be worn out tomorrow if we continued?” She asked curiously. “I thought I heard something once about sex decreasing testosterone levels and in effect decreasing athletic performance.”
I so tried to hide my smile; she was just so damn adorable. “I do have an oversupply of testosterone at the moment so I’ll probably be fine tomorrow.” I brushed the back of my hand over her nipple.
She breathed in sharply and I could tell she was trying to hold in her own smile. I breathed a sigh of relief and high fived myself internally at having brought her out of her funk. I hated seeing her depressed.
“I wouldn’t want to risk your perfect record on the field.” She said sounding concerned. Her eyes were another story; they twinkled merrily and hungrily, and with another shift of her hips she had our groins meeting again. My dick was definitely up for one more round.
Smoothing my hands down her sides I slid them in her panties cupping her firm ass. “I’m willing to risk it.” I said capturing her mouth.
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“Ninja man, that was another awesome game. You got a secret you’re not telling the rest of us mortals about, because that’s just not fair. You need to share.” Christian, one of our attackmen, yelled as we filed into the locker room after the game with Syracuse. We’d won thirteen to seven.
“Yeah Nic, share with the rest of us what is making you do so well; it’s only fair.” Landon added walking up next to me with a grin. His face was red with exertion and triumph, and dripping with sweat.
“Landon, be thankful you’re a good friend or you’d be wearing my fist right now.” I said with a toothy smile just as sweaty and high on victory. I knew Landon was referring to Carrie and the only reason my fist wasn’t meeting his face was because I knew he was ribbing me.
Landon looked behind him shaking his head. “Sorry Chris, he’s not sharing. I guess the rest of us will have to get by with old fashion hard work.”
“Asshole.” I mumbled with a grin opening my locker.
Noah walked up laughing. “You’d think swimming with sharks yesterday would have traumatized you putting you in a shell shocked state today.”
“No shit, Nic; did you really go swimming with sharks yesterday?” Blake, a goalie asked. He was just as tall as me and almost as big as Seth. Only a sophomore, Blake was damn good and shared the goal work equally with Dan our senior goalie. He probably should have been doing
most of the goal work today since Dan had let some get by him that he shouldn’t have.
“His girlfriend took him, probably hoping he’d get eaten so she wouldn’t have to deal with his ass anymore.” Noah joked.
“That black haired chick, she’s hot man.” Blake said with a friendly smile, and that’s why I didn’t bust him in the chops for showing any sort of interest in Carrie.
“She’s amazing, that’s what she is.” I said not feeling at all uncomfortable about revealing my feelings in front of a bunch of guys.
I wasn’t only high from the game. I’d been high all morning since waking up next to Carrie. I’d wanted to go another round with her this morning with my wakeup wood but knew she’d be too uncomfortable with everyone in the house. I’d settled for showering together with her red faced the entire time. She still wasn’t comfortable with her nudity around me and my erection bobbing around brushing against her the entire time probably hadn’t helped.
She’d at first seemed intimidated by it, making a wide berth around it, but after a while I’d seen looks of interest. Her eyes had gone wide as I’d washed myself, but then I hadn’t been all that unaffected when she done the same to herself. Even though I was comfortable with my nudity I’d never taken a shower with anyone before since all my other associations had been of the ‘get in quick, get out quicker’ kind. Watching her soap herself up had been a lesson of enjoyment and torture. My unappeased lust just might have gone on to help me today.
Maybe there was something to that upsurge of testosterone theory.
A smack to my head brought me out of my musing. “Stop daydreaming boy. You going to scare the laddies with what you got growing there.” Landon joked.
“Quit checking out my junk, you know you’re just jealous.” I flipped him off while bending over to untie my shoes at the same time hiding my swelling dick. It wasn’t a good idea to be thinking about Carrie showering while in a locker room full of dudes.
Seth walked up and silently began getting undressed. He’d been extra quiet today even for him, though he’d been just as good on the field. “Everything going okay with you, Seth?” I asked slipping off one shoe.
“Fine.” He grunted not looking at me. In fact, thinking back, he’d been avoiding my gaze markedly today.
“You sure, because you don’t seem fine.” I commented getting my other shoe off.
“Yeah, Seth, you’re even more unusually quiet than normal. Pretty soon all were going to get out of you is ‘grunts’ and ‘uhgs’.” Noah laughed at his own joke.
“I’m fine; just have some things on my mind. Leave it alone.” He said sitting down to take off his shoes.
I watched him with a frown. Seth was a pretty quiet guy, and sometimes the moodiest, but it was usually a laid back moody. His irritable tone said he definitely had something on his mind. “If you need to talk I’m here, man.” I said casually peeling off my moist socks.
His elbows landed on his knees and he bent over and jammed both hands in his hair and rubbed hard. “Thanks, I’ll be fine though.” He glanced at me briefly with a strained smile before going back to his shoes.
“You two are being way too morose; we won, whoop it up.” Landon yelled and hooted causing the entire team to follow. The locker room echoed with loud cheers. I joined in and saw a grin finally split Seth’s face. It was a good day.
“Nic, Nic Stanford!”
I looked around wondering who was calling my name. All the guys around me were cheering, but I definitely heard someone yell my name. I shrugged; someone must have been cheering my name or something. I pulled off my shirt.
“Hey Nic,” I looked over at Noah who was frowning at his phone. “Amanda’s texting telling me that Carrie might be in trouble.”
I stood up my heart skipping a beat. “What! What kind of trouble?”
Noah looked up. “That’s all I got, man. Well, that and she’s down the north hall.”
Bare footed and wearing only shorts I headed for the door. I heard some shuffling behind me and knew I was going to have some company, but my only focus was Carrie.
Chapter Thirty-three
CARRIE
“Mom, what are you doing here?” I stared at my mom in absolute shock. She’d appeared out of the crowd as I waited for Nic outside the locker room with Amanda. Her brown hair was done up in a twist knot, her makeup perfectly done, and she was wearing black dress slacks topped with a white silk top with an expensive black long coat over it. She looked really good, but why was she all dressed up, and why was she here?
“Carrie, I need to speak with you. Can you step away from the crowd with me?” She asked…nicely; my mom didn’t ask me things nicely. Her face was set in hard lines but I didn’t see any blatant hostility.
My heart gave a skip of hope. Was she having a change of heart? Did she want to rebuild our relationship?
“Okay,” I answered hesitantly. I turned to Amanda. “Amanda, I need to go talk to my mom real quick. If Nic comes out just tell him I’m down the hall.”
Amanda looked over my shoulder. “Alright.” Her eyes held concern as they came back to me and I wondered what she knew about my situation or if I was just giving off a vibe.
I followed my mom down the hall but she continued even when we were well away from the crowd. We were nearing the side exit doors when I spotted another woman standing by them. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. She was dressed similar to my mom though. When we reached her I looked at the two of them in confusion.
My mom turned to me. The bland expression she’d worn minutes earlier had vanished replaced with her customary surly look. “Do you remember your Aunt Laura? She has something she would like to speak with you about.” My chest constricted in disappointment at having read her wrong; thinking she had come to talk to me.
I switched my gaze to the other woman. Aunt Laura? No wonder she looked familiar. I hadn’t seen her in years but I remembered her now. She had the same brown hair and gray eyes as my mother. She stared at me and there seemed to be an indecisive manner about her.
“You’ve grown into a beautiful woman Carrie. How are you?” She asked.
“I’m good.” I answered feeling weird about this whole situation. Why were they here?
“I’m afraid I have to speak to you about something unpleasant. Did you know that your picture was in the paper earlier this week?” Aunt Laura’s voice was censorious.
My stomach clenched at the idea of my picture in the paper. Why had it been there? I had a feeling I was going to find out. “No,” I answered.
“It was of you and two young men, lacrosse players. It states your name in the picture. This wouldn’t be bad if you didn’t have…the past that you do. I’m assuming that you are seeing one of these two men. Nicholas Stanford, I think.” Aunt Laura’s eyes narrowed on me.
“How do you know that I’m seeing him?” My heart was beating double time at her attitude and all these questions. Why had she come here and why did she care about any of this?
“He had his arm around you in the picture.” She answered shortly. “Is he aware of your past?”
“Yes, he’s aware of everything.” I answered somewhat defiantly. Even though I hated hearing about my past I knew Nic didn’t care and accepted me.
Aunt Laura raised her brow and there might have been disappointment in her eyes. “Really, and he has no problem with the negative publicity he’s bound to incur if your past become public fodder again?”
Nausea stirred in my stomach. Nic said it wouldn’t bother him and I believed him, but it still worried me that it could hurt him. I tried not to let it show though. Aunt Laura was working up to something, or hiding something, and I wanted to know what it was.
“No, he doesn’t care. In fact, he said that it would probably only enhance it.” I said to see what she would do.
My mom turned on me with a livid expression. “It won’t enhance it. It will ruin him just like it ruined me. You’re a bad apple that taints everything you�
�re around.” She spit out.
I took a step back at her vitriol my stomach rolling. I breathed deeply, clenching and unclenching my hands.
Aunt Laura stepped closer wearing an exasperated expression. “Mary, please, let me talk.”
My mom glared at me but submitted to the request…though it looked grudgingly. Aunt Laura smiled, going for warm but not quite achieving it. “Carrie, I don’t think you want to go through all the publicity, do you? Having everything brought up again, everyone finding out what happened.”
Nausea bit sharply at my insides.
“Carrie!”
I turned at my name to see Amanda walking toward me with a concerned look. “Is everything okay?” She asked.
My mom stepped forward. “Why wouldn’t it be alright? I’m her mother and this is her aunt. Now could you please give us some privacy, this is a family matter.”
I gave Amanda a strained smile. “I’m okay, Amanda.” I did not want her overhearing any of this conversation
Amanda frowned but nodded. Turning she walked back down the hallway throwing glances over her shoulder. I turned back to my aunt. “What are you really trying to say to me?” I asked pointedly.
Aunt Laura’s expression hardened. “You have to realize that your past does not only affect you and your boyfriend. It affects everyone connected to you; family and friends. That little friend walking away will also be feeling the backlash.”
“But you’re not really concerned about her. You’re worried about yourself, aren’t you?” I asked.
She shook her head and looked at me with condemnation. “Well of course I’m worried about myself, but it’s not just me. There is also my husband and my two children I worry about. As I said, Carrie, there are many people who will be affected.”
I’d almost forgotten about my two cousins, and that they were close to my age. That’s what happens when you haven’t associated with someone in five years.
Aunt Laura moved in closer. “Do you realize that after what happened people asked me if Samantha had been in the company of your father and if maybe he’d done something to her? Just by association my daughter was looked upon differently. People wondered if she’d been touched or worse. Thankfully it blew over because we distanced ourselves. Now, I don’t blame you for what happened, your father is completely at fault, but unfortunately association with you brings a taint that falls on the rest of us. You were fine living your life as before, but now you are in a relationship with someone who is newsworthy which in effect makes you newsworthy, and that’s going to bring the fallout on anyone connected to you; your young man, his family, that young lady, my family.”
