by Sara Hess
Oh, man; what to say. “Uh, not really.” I answered tentatively.
Nic’s eyes closed. “Shit; you have.” His eyes opened and the fury in them could have burned me. “You will tell me all their names and if you don’t know them you will point them out to me. I will be finding each and every one of those fuckers and deal with them.” His voice actually shook with anger.
I was truly afraid; not for me but for those guys and anyone else he might find that had been harassing me, but mostly for him. What if he really hurt someone? He could get in some serious trouble and it would be my fault.
I cupped his twitching jaw and cheeks. “No you won’t. “ I stated vehemently. Nic’s lips thinned and his eyes flared telling me he wasn’t listening. “I mean it, Nic. This was the first time something like this happened. Yes I’ve been harassed a bit, but no one has laid a hand on me, and I can handle the words they throw at me. I was in fact handling that situation when you came barreling in.” His eyes flared again. “Although, I loved the way you came to my rescue.” I said to soothe him, and because I had been happy to see him.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with dickheads like that at all.” He growled.
“We all have to deal with dickheads. I’m just dealing with a little more than usual.” I replied with a forced grin. I really hadn’t wanted him to worry about me. Most people kept their distance from me, it was only a few people that got in my face, and the guys were more of a nuisance than an actual threat.
Nic didn’t look any more calm. “Son of a bitch, I really need to hit someone.” He pulled me into his arms.
“Save it for practice, man. It’s only a few hours away.” Seth grumbled.
I craned my head to look at Seth within Nic’s embrace. His expression was just as ferociously angry as Nic’s while he stared down the dozen or more people that had stopped to watch the drama of what could have been a possible fight. Seth’s expression seemed to get their legs moving in a direction that wasn’t here. He looked at me and I gave him a smile of thanks which he returned, even if it was somewhat strained.
“Seth, I need to talk to Carrie. We’ll grab lunch another time, okay.” Nic announced as he began pulling me away.
“Yep. See you later, Carrie.” Seth’s voice rumbled after us.
I followed Nic submissively recognizing that he was trying with everything he had not to turn around and go beat up those three guys. His anger was obvious, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I wasn’t sure where he was taking me but I knew I was safe.
Chapter Forty
Nic
I was riding the precipice of out of control rage. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed someone to hit, but Seth was right in that I needed to keep it to the field. When I’d seen those assholes surrounding Carrie, her expression anxious and theirs predatory, I about lost my mind.
I’d sprinted all out to get to her and Seth had been right on my heels telling me to hold on to my control because if I got into a fight I would be suspended from the game this Sunday. That wasn’t what had held me back from making them all bleed though. No, it had been Carrie’s hand holding onto my jeans, the thought of her possibly getting in the middle of a fist fight, But also the memory of how she had reacted the last time she’d seen blood. Those were the only things keeping me from ripping their heads off. And I had no doubts I could have taken them all with the level of fury riding me.
However, knowing that she’d been putting up with this kind of shit all week was only ramping up my anger. There was no way I could sit calmly and eat lunch right now, so I pulled Carrie along with me toward my truck. She remained silent at my side and I hope it was because she understood how close to the edge I was and not because she was in fear of my anger.
Opening the door I picked her up and set her in. Shutting the door with excessive care I walked over and got in the driver’s seat.
“Buckle up.” I commanded latching mine. Starting the truck I pulled out and headed for the house. Both of us were free for the next two and a half hours and we needed to have an in-depth conversation.
“Nic?” Carrie spoke up softly.
“Just give me a little time, Carrie. I’m not mad at you but I need some time to calm down.” I stated tightly.
“Okay,” she replied after a brief pause.
Ten minutes later I parked the truck outside the house, jumped out, and strode around to the passenger side. Carrie gave me her hand willingly and I hauled her after me into the empty house and up the stairs. Dragging her into my room I slammed the door and then pushed her against it slamming my mouth down on hers, showing just enough restraint that I didn’t hurt her.
Carrie didn’t hesitate, she met me full on. Her lips opened and her tongue tangled with mine fervently. Our hands were all over each other but it wasn’t enough, I needed more.
“I need you, Carrie.” I said sucking on her neck. Hiking her leg up over my hip I pushed my groin into hers feeling the heat of her arousal through the thin stretchy pants she wore.
“Yes, yes, please.” She whimpered raggedly at the same time moving her hands under my shirt and over my naked chest to lift up my shirt.
The next minute consisted of both of us trying to get the other out of their clothes as quickly as possible. Since Saturday Carrie and I had been going at it like rabbits, because I couldn’t get enough of her, and she seemed to feel the same. Before Carrie I’d never really taken it slow and truly enjoyed sex. It had been all about getting off fast since I never liked or knew the girls that well to want to stay with them too long.
With Carrie, I loved taking the time to worship her body, and I fucking loved it when she worshiped mine.
However, this moment wasn’t about taking in slow. Right now I needed to get inside of her as quickly as I possibly could.
Both our shirts and her bra had been disposed of and I was working Carrie’s pants and underwear down her legs. Whipping her shoes off I tossed them over my head along with her clothes. Once she was naked I shot back up to devour her mouth again. I toed off my sneakers and both of our fingers scrambled at the fastening of my jeans eventually getting them down below my hips freeing my painfully hard cock. Carrie bent to slide them all the way off, but I stopped her.
“That’s far enough.” I grunted. Bending I put my hands in between her legs, grabbed her ass, and lifted her up. With her back up against the door and legs spread wide I looked her straight in the eyes as I thrust into her, and groaned in ecstasy at the tight, wet feel of her.
“Ahhhh.” Carrie’s eyes closed and her head thumped back against the door. I wasn’t worried that I hurt her; I’d seen the pleasure in her eyes before she’d closed them.
Carrie’s mouth was parted panting for breath as I pulled back my hips and thrust forward again, hard. Her eyes flew open glazed with bliss as she cried out again. Her hands latched onto my hair and she jerked me forward attacking my lips feverishly. Way past the limits of my control I started to pound into her almost violently and distantly heard the thumping noise as each of my thrusts banged her against the door.
Carrie was completely at my mercy unable to really move as I held her aloft, but the things she was doing with her internal muscles were driving me wild. It was like they sucked my cock in, messaged it, and then tried to hold on tight not wanting to let go as I pulled back. It was fucking amazing.
We had to break away from kissing as breathing became difficult. Carrie’s head tilted back as she gasped and whimpered in pleasure continuing to grip my hair tightly. I pressed my forehead to her upper chest watching the movement of her naked breasts and then moving down to my cock powering in and out of her.
I groaned. Fuck! Every time! The tingles of my impending orgasm zipped down my spine at each glide of my cock inside of her tight channel. “Carrie, please tell me you’re…”
I didn’t even have to finish that sentence. Carrie’s internal walls began to ripple and contract around me pulling my orgasm from me forcefully.
“Nic, ah
hhh.” Carrie arched into me screaming, her short nails digging into the back of my neck.
Gripping her ass tighter I slammed into her as cum exploded out of me, the pleasure was indescribable. “Shit!” Thrust. “Fuck!” Thrust. “Carrie!” I thrust one last time and had enough cognitive capacity left to grind her down on me so I could stimulate her clit giving her one last burst of pleasure. My vision went hazy and I actually saw stars.
“Ahh, god…auhh!” She cried and constricted around me even tighter. I groaned at the increase in pressure, shuddering in satisfaction. I had to push her into the door as I felt my legs tremble from the power of my release.
Awareness came back to me slowly. I had Carrie pressed between me and the door, her legs draped over my arms, her breasts wetly plastered to my chest, and I was using all my weight to hold her there so we wouldn’t fall because I’d spent a significant amount of my energy with that orgasm. I might have actually worn myself out for practice.
Carrie’s fingers scrapped up my neck threading through my hair, and she let out a breathy sigh at the same time constricting around my spent dick. At least it had been spent. Again, all it needed was the smallest stimulation from her to get it interested again.
I made to walk us over to the bed but remembered that I’d never gotten my jeans off, having been in too much of a hurry. I loathed the idea of separating from her just to take them off and they were around my ankles anyway.
“Hold on, I’m moving us to the bed.” I grunted. Pressing her tightly to me I slipped both feet out of my jeans and the movements it took to do this caused some interesting sensations at our connection. I walked us over to the bed…again, interesting sensations. Sitting down I scooted us back so I could lay down with her straddling me. She relaxed on top of me her head on my chest one hand resting on my pectoral the other playing with my hair. My hand messaged over her back and ass, stroking her soft hair. We stayed that way silently for a few minutes before she finally spoke.
“Are you better now?” She asked, stroking over my chest.
I’d expelled some of my pent up rage, but no, I wasn’t really better. I still wanted to find those assholes and make them bloody as well as any other person that had given her grief. The idea of guys propositioning her made me killing mad. I hated that she had to deal with any of this alone, that she had to stick up for herself all by herself. I couldn’t be there most of the time to protect her, it been luck and coincidence that I’d seen what I had today.
Skipping over her question I asked one of my own. “Tell me they didn’t touch you?” I asked and commanded simultaneously.
“They didn’t touch me.” She declared firmly.
I expelled some of my bottled rage, but a great deal of it was still there. “Has anyone else touched you?”
“No.” She said.
Did her ‘no’ sound less firm this time or was it my anxiety working overtime? “Would you tell me if they had?” I asked.
She paused minutely before answering which had my anxiety crackling. Raising her head she looked at me with those hypnotic blue eyes. “I probably wouldn’t if it was something minor and I’d already handled it, but if I felt threatened I would. But, Nic, you need to understand that I need to be able to cope with these altercations myself. You can’t be there to protect me all the time, and it’s actually helping me as I deal with each confrontation. You’re always telling me I’m the strongest person you know, but I’ve never believed it. Now I truly do feel it. I’m standing strong in the face of everyone’s whispering and pointing.”
Pride at her resiliency filled me, but I was also mad as hell for everything she had to contend with at no fault of her own. The absolute candor as she answered my question relieved me somewhat, but not completely. I wanted and needed to know everything she was dealing with so in some way I could fix it for her…but I also understood that what she said was true. I couldn’t be with her all the time so she needed to cope with these situations herself, and knowing that she would come to me if something significant happened gave me some measure of ease.
“I’m glad you’re finally seeing the strength I’ve always seen in you, and the fact that you’re getting stronger is remarkable. I didn’t think you could impress me more.” I stroked her hair behind her ear. “Just do me a favor and be aware of your surroundings. Keep to the populated areas of campus and make sure you’re never alone anywhere.” I said, hugging her to me. If something ever happened to her…shit, it would kill me. However, first I’d kill the person that had made the mistake of hurting her.
I made a note in my head to get her some kind of emergency whistle. She already had pepper spray, which I was going to make sure she carried at all times, and she wasn’t fighting me over that cell phone any longer. She was taking the damn thing.
“I promise.” Carrie laid her head back on my chest and her fingers dragged across my nipple sending a sharp arrow of need through me. My hips jerked reflexively and she compressed around me and this almost made me forget what else I wanted to say to her.
“And Carrie, I want you to talk to me when things become too much for you. You’re not alone this time, I’m here for you.”
“I don’t want to dump all my problems on you. I have my therapist now that I can dump all that on.” She replied softly.
Carrie had informed me she would be seeing a psychiatrist every other Monday afternoon. Dr. Mathew’s had set it up for her so she could continue with her therapy. “I’m glad you have that, but I want to know what’s going on too. We’re partners. I need to know.” I stressed.
She paused for a moment. “Okay.”
I gripped her head and lifted it so I could look in her eyes. “You’re the most important thing in my life, and not knowing what’s going on in your life leaves me feeling rather helpless and useless. Let’s do this together, okay?”
Her eyes glistened brilliantly. “Okay.” She reiterate, but with more conviction.
I kissed her and let her relax back on my chest. Belatedly, I realized I should have asked her how she was faring after that round of sex. I’d been rough with her. “I didn’t hurt you with the way I took you, did I?” I rubbed her back.
She expelled a huffed laugh. “Uh, no. It was actually…quite nice.”
I smiled at her understated remark. I knew she’d found that more than nice. Hell, it had been a sexual revelation for me. “Just nice, huh?” I said trailing my fingers lightly down her back to her ass.
“Quite nice.” She corrected giggling softy into my chest. Her inner muscles rippled with her giggles sending more blood to my dick. She felt it and her laughter switched to a gasp and a wiggle.
I stroked into her with my burgeoning erection. “I can’t leave you with ‘quite nice’. It would thoroughly destroy my fragile self-esteem.” Grabbing her hips I worked them into me, knowing her clit was getting stimulation from the rubbing.
Carrie pushed up on her arms just enough to where her hard nipples grazed my chest as she moved on me. Leaning forward she kissed me and rolled her hips having learned what she needed to find pleasure. She was amazing and erotic as fuck to watch. Detaching our lips she scratched her nails down my chest and abdomen as she sat up. We’d done it this way a few time because I loved watching her and she loved being in control. And boy did she take control.
She lost all inhibition when we made love. After sex she would revert to being shy, but during she gave me everything. Sitting up on my lap she worked herself up and down on my cock, her expression sensual and lost in pleasure.
I ran my hands over the soft skin of her legs, hips, belly, finally stopping at her firm breasts. Cupping them I pulled on her nipples knowing it sharpened her pleasure. Her ‘ahhh’ and the clenching of her walls confirmed it for me. I really needed them in my mouth though. Sitting up I swung her legs around my waist and continuing to rock I took each one into my mouth, sucking and nipping at them. She clasped her arms around my head holding me there as we rocked and embraced each other. With how much sex I�
��d had before there were in fact some positions I’d never tried, and this one of them. Holding Carrie tightly to me as we rocked each other to an orgasm was incredible.
Unbelievably, I found that that orgasm wasn’t too far away when it should have been after my last one.
“Oh, Nic. I love you.” Carrie gasped near my ear.
Releasing my mouth from her breast I pulled her even tighter to me and consumed her mouth. “I love you too, baby.” I said between fervent kisses.
A minute later Carrie cried out and convulsed around me pulling my release from me in what seemed like unending torrents. Damn, where did it all come from I thought collapsing backwards on the bed. Carrie lay inert on top of me, her gasping breath matching mine. I was spent; practice was going to be a bust but I could give a shit at the moment.
∞ ∞ ∞
“Why aren’t you driving your truck?” Carrie asked as I helped her into the passenger seat of Seth’s White Yukon Denali.
Because my dad had it repossessed on account of my relationship with you. However, I couldn’t tell her that. Since that article came out last Sunday my dad had cancelled my credit card, pulled all support for my schooling…which thankfully was covered until next year anyway…and now recalled my truck. I’d come out after practice today and it had just been gone.
Worst of all he’d pressured the bank in charge of my trust fund to suspend further withdrawals. It was the same bank the family used for both personal and business, so I knew they’d been pressured into doing it when they had absolutely no right.
The trust had reverted to my name when I’d turned twenty-one, my dad shouldn’t have any control over it all. He’d probably intimidated them with the threat of moving his accounts elsewhere. He hated not having complete power over something and my absolute disregard of his threats was pushing him to do everything he could to make me come to heel.
