Scornfully Yours (Torn Series)

by Pamela Ann

  “I just want to picture you like this forever in my mind…on my bed…looking more beautiful since the first time I saw you,” Carter moved silently towards me, eyes full of admiration and determination.

  “Stop,” I commanded and pushed him down on the bed, “now, it’s my turn to have a good memory of you on your bed.” I gently stroked his pecs, my hands sliding down south. He gasped when my hand reached the base of his penis.

  My mouth hovered around the tip of his shaft while I gazed at him through my lashes. “Do you want a hard suctioned vacuum with a side of teabag action? Or a wet, sloppy, nasty deep throat with a side of tongue action?” I blinked back a few times. My baby blues stared at him innocently.

  Carter gave me a wicked smile, “Thank you God for answering my prayers and granting me a perfect woman!” He reached down and stroked his hard cock a few times before speaking, “Give me the nasty works, Emma.”

  The nasty, you say? “Sure but with one condition, do not ever, ever touch my head and push it down, comprende?” I raised my brow at the beaming man.

  “See this?” Carter held out his palms and placed them underneath his head and smiled, “I will never dare touch a strand of your beautiful blonde hair, my Emma.”

  “Good, then we have a deal.” I wetted my lips before lowering my mouth slowly on the head of his shaft. I stuck my tongue out around in slow rhythmic circles to prepare it before I go down any further.

  “Fuck, baby!” Carter hissed with obvious ecstasy.

  If there was one thing Carter loved more than sex, it was getting a blowjob, soccer following as a close third. Soccer, it was getting a blowjob.

  Once I finally managed to fill my mouth with his length, I still had more to cover. Closing my eyes, I evened my breathing and relaxed my throat muscles before I pushed down further until the throbbing head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I suctioned his hard length until the pressure made him delirious. Carter bucked his hips when I shook my head and stuck my tongue out, swirling it around as I moved upwards until my tongue hit the slit on the head of his shaft., drooling. I did this a six more times in quick succession. Grabbing his cock with my right hand to stroke him, I lowered my mouth to lick his balls. The soft wrinkles felt smooth against my tongue. Using only my lips, I tugged it before I took his balls inside my wet mouth. Sucking his balls together, I used my tongue to flip the two hard balls inside, exchanging their positions, then back again while my cock strokes got fevered.

  “Emma!” Carter hissed, his neck veins popping, his body tensed and knotted. His release was drawing close when he gasped and his mouth hung ajar.

  I released his well-exercised balls with a popping sound, “Not yet, Carter.”

  Swiftly, Carter had me on my back and jammed his cock inside me without warning. My insides clenched at his sudden invasion, “Give me the squirts, Em. I want to see your cunt flow like a damn fountain,” Carter demanded as he pressed his heavy hand on my abdomen, grinding his cock down, hitting my upper vaginal walls while his thumb rubbed and teased the essence of my core.

  I tried to bite back my screams but it was pointless. His strong determined thrust became manically fast making me tense and clench harder.

  “Squeeze around my cock tighter, baby. Fuck! You’re incredible!” Carter barked out as our bodies prepared for our release. “Let go, Emma!”

  I screamed when my orgasm rocked me. Carter muffled my cries, covered my lips with his as he too found his release. “Emmma!” He shouted as I felt his semen spurt and pulsate fluidly inside me. He pushed his hips against me, a few more times, milking his cock to the very last drop.

  We passionately kissed. Carter broke it off and panted. Shifting his face away from me, he spoke.

  “I love you, Emma, with everything that I am.” Carter moved to my side and gathered me close.

  Kissing his chest, I murmured, exhausted, “I love you too, Carter.”

  We held on to each other until we fell asleep.

  I remembered thinking how lucky I was to have the man I loved to finally love me back.

  Three weeks later…

  “What’s wrong? Why do you look all sad and depressed?” Carter nudged me and pinched my cheeks.

  Should I or should I not? Oh well! Best get a move on.

  “I’m a few days late, Carter.” He immediately tensed. His playful manner vanished in an instant.

  “You’re pregnant?” He said it in such a frightening whispered tone. As if I had planned it or something. Uh, hell to the mother fucking no!

  I shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I was hoping if you could come with me to get a pregnancy kit at CVS or somewhere then we can head back here and do the test together.”

  “I’m not ready to be a father, Em. Hell I’m not ready for any of that shit. What the fuck! I didn’t ask for this!”

  I never failed to take my birth control. If there was something I was meticulous of, it was taking my pills religiously. I suppose it happened when I got sick and had to take antibiotics. I guess that was the culprit that messed up my cycle.

  His stupid answer made me fume. “You think I want this? I have a future I was looking forward to and now that could be taken away from me.”

  Carter held my face and sincerely spoke, “We could have it aborted. We can get rid of it.”

  Okay, I’m not going to deny that thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but I didn’t consider ever going through with it. But now that Carter was all for it, I started to see him in a different light. And boy, it didn’t look good on him.

  “We’re not even there yet. We have to see if I am before you start plotting the demise of your child.” I got up and strolled towards where my purse was located and grabbed it. “Are you coming to go get the test or what?”

  Carter even looked more stressed out more than I did. He simply nodded and followed me outside.

  After twenty minutes, we were back at the dorms and in the bedroom. Carter pulled the kit out of the plastic bag and stared at it. “Do you just pee on it? Just like that?”

  “Yes, that’s what the instructions say right?” I asked him annoyed. He was getting on my nerves. I walked towards him and grabbed the damn kit away from him and went to my bathroom.

  Next time, Emma, when you get sick, steer away from having sex. PERIOD. Abstinence is the key.

  After following the instructions from the printed paper, I carefully placed the test on the sink and stared at it until the three minutes were up. If I was pregnant, did I want Carter to be the father of my child?

  After the three minutes were up, words surfaced on the tiny oval screen.

  Not Pregnant, it said. The relief I felt was astounding. Definitely no sexy time for me for a very, very long while!

  When I pulled the door open, Carter was standing against the wall with his eyes closed.

  “I’m not pregnant.”

  His eyes finally snapped open. “Fuck! Thank you, God!” He thundered, a tiny smile formed on his face. Then he became somber again. “Listen, Em, I have to go. I need to clear my head. I need to just drink a beer or two. I’ll call you.”

  Before I could even manage to respond, he left my room.

  Agog, I stared after him. Okay, I expected him to be freaking out and stuff…but not leave me here all alone after all that upheaval!

  Boyfriends are pointless!

  Since it was around four in the afternoon, Trista and Lindsey was still in school. Bored, I channel surfed. I stopped when I found Bass Cole’s picture on the E! News channel.

  “Bass Cole getting his dirty business done on a hotel balcony with Lydia Cornwell? Look at the images and see for yourself!” The male host went on while the images flashed on the screen.

  The pictures though were another thing entirely. It showed him sitting on a hotel balcony, his head thrown back while a head bobbed in between is legs. It didn’t take a genius to figure this shit out. Bass was clearly in seventh heaven while the woman was sucking him dry. I grabbed the remo
te and pressed paused when Bass’s picture, where his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, came up again. I stared at it for a long time, ingraining this very image of him in my mind. I hadn’t heard from him, but I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t tempted a few times to just pick up my phone and call him or just simply send a text saying hello.

  Bass planted himself so quickly in my life and he left in the same style. The tabloids were clearly going to devour these pictures of him and whoever the woman was that was pleasuring the Hollywood heartthrob. My eyes darted on his throat and I suddenly felt sick.

  Bass Cole, I have missed you. I wish you were here to soothe and calm me like you use to do.

  It didn’t take him long to find a girl after what happened with us that last night together. Does he even remember me?

  I’m sure after the endless list of women, things could get muddy. I mean, how many Brooke’s, Shannon’s and Emma’s in the world he hooked up with can he still remember? I was just one of many. The thought made me even more depressed.

  Feeling the blues, I strode back to my room after I turned the damned television off.

  The thought of Bass on that hotel balcony made me want to hurl. Curled up and feeling lonelier than ever, I willed myself not to shed a tear. Surely this loneliness was the outcome of the pregnancy scare and Carter’s immediate take off?

  Would Bass have reacted like how Carter did, just now? I told myself that Bass would…but somehow deep down, I knew that Bass would’ve acted differently.

  Thinking about Bass wouldn’t help anything. It’s best that I shove my thoughts of him somewhere in the back of my mind.

  I closed my eyes until I fell asleep.

  It was his voicemail again. “Stop bugging me. Thanks!”

  That was my fifteenth call to Carter that went straight to voicemail. I sent a few text messages and they too went unanswered.

  Where was he? Was he mad at me?

  It was midnight, more than twenty-four hours has passed since the baby false alarm and I still hadn’t heard from him.

  A knock on the door made me look up and I found a smiling Lindsey. “Are you sure you don’t want to go and party with us on Main Street?”

  Positive. “No, I’m good.”

  Before she left I asked, “Do you know where your brother is? I can’t reach him.”

  “I think Brody mentioned that they’d be at Amanda’s house party. See you later, Emma!”

  “Laters, Linds,” I murmured once she closed the door.

  So, Carter was out and about partying while I stared at the ceiling. Well, that would have to change. He can’t just leave and not speak to me again after the pregnancy scare fiasco yesterday.

  In haste, I grabbed the first skinny jeans I saw and fetched my nude leather jacket. After tying my lace booties on, I headed out the door. I’ve been to Amanda’s house once or twice and I somewhat remember where it was. I had to remind myself to check on Facebook because I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that her party is blasted all over our common friend’s pages. All buckled up, I was right that the people from our campus were heading to her shindig. After a few taps on my iPhone, Siri smoothly directed me to Amanda’s home.

  Amanda’s house was a massive sprawling mansion in Carpinteria. Her parents were apparently well connected to politicians and they held a lot of shares in one of the most popular hotel chains in the country. Once her palace came to view, I had to park a bit further down the road since it was jammed with cars. Once I got out of the car and walked towards the house, I wondered how she could pull off having a party this loud in this type of neighborhood. I shook my head when I saw a girl puking her guts out on the pavement and her friends trying to soothe her.

  As expected, the house was a tsunami of madness. People were making out on everywhere, bare-naked titties with girl-on-girl action with guys hollering on the sidelines, lit-up rolled-up weed passed around, and of course it wouldn’t be a party without thong-clad women dancing and singing their hearts out. Now, where the hell is Carter?

  Once I saw Cooper weeding through the crowd, I tugged at his shirt. His eyes bugged out when he saw me.

  “Heeey pretty little thing. What can I do for you?” Cooper slurred his words.

  “Where’s Carter? I can’t find him anywhere.”

  “Carter, right,” Cooper shook his head. “Oh, he’s around…somewhere.”

  My heart started to palpitate. Why was Cooper being so cryptic?

  “Where is he specifically, Cooper? Don’t lie because I know you know where he is.”

  Cooper contemplated for a bit and finally shrugged. “Listen, Em. I like you but don’t tell Carter that it was me who told you. He’ll chop my dick off if he found out. Got it?”

  WTF? How serious is this? Was Carter cheating on me?

  “I promise, I won’t tell.” And I wouldn’t. This was between Carter and I.

  “Is Lindsey here?” Cooper hesitantly asked. Was he still hung up on Lindsey after all the Cece craziness?

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  Cooper nodded and squeezed my shoulder. Okay, spill already!

  “Try the boathouse. That’s where I last saw him.”

  F.U.C.K.!

  “Thanks, Coop!” I gave him a sad smile and weaved through the throng of people to get outside. The backyard was massive. It had a sprawling lush lawn that spread out until it hit the sandy beach. Palm trees were scattered everywhere with torches surrounding the trunks. There was another DJ playing out here. The DJ inside played hip-hop, this tatted-up dude played trance and techno. I looked around for the damn boathouse. It was about a quarter mile from the house to my left. Was Carter really in there? It looked too dark for anyone to be in there.

  “Come dance with me hot stuff!” Some sleazebag tried to pull me towards him.

  Ugh! No thank you.

  “Not interested, bubba. Maybe you should try a few mints before you open that mouth of yours? It reeks of garbage.”

  “Jeez, I only wanted to dance!” The stinker muttered under his breath and left me to my own devices.

  With my four-inch heels, I strutted towards the boathouse. I stopped right outside the door to listen for any commotion or any sound, but I couldn’t hear anything.

  Should I just open it? Am I ready if I do find something in there?

  After a few footsteps, I was against the door. I pressed my ears against it, listening.

  There were giggles and laughter from women. I didn’t hear Carter.

  Curious, antsy, angry, confused, I finally decided to open the damning door. It took a few blinks and squinting until my eyes adjusted to the candle-laden feast that brightened the entire place. There were five girls, naked, around some copper thrown silk sheets on the floor with overflowing embroidered pillows everywhere. They seemed oblivious to me, so I got closer to see what they were giggling about. Once I could make out faces, I found Cece and Amanda all in their naked glory along with a few girls I saw that always hung-out with Amanda (the names escaped me) start to touch and make-out with each other.

  My feet froze as I stared horrified when I got close enough and found Carter in the middle of the damn sheets and pillows naked with his arms behind his head like a fucking emperor having his usual night time delights with his concubines. Amanda was sucking him off while Cece tried to touch and kiss him everywhere. The other nameless woman licked his nipples while Carter’s hands skimmed over her ass cheeks…and was about to touch her vagina.

  “MOTHER FUCKER!” I screamed like a banshee, halting their movements.

  My eyes misted and I was seeing red.

  How long had this been going on?

  I sprinted towards the indulgent sexual five-some. I stood before Carter and immediately pushed Amanda off his cheating dick. Bastard!

  “Emma, baby!” Carter started.

  Baby my ass! I thought before I stomped on his crown jewels with a good force. FUCK YOU! “Here you go, now you won’t be fucking anyone tonight! We are thro
ugh! I bellowed at him. I bellowed at him.

  “What the fuck, Emma!” Carter yelled before he curled up, cupping his balls.

  Good, he deserved it!

  I spun towards Cece, “Do you need to fuck the entire campus, Cece? Didn’t it matter that you knew he was with me? You’re such a low-life skank!”

  I looked at the rest of the girls who started to scamper. “By the way, I’m Emma Anderson and you just fucked and screwed my life right now. But I won’t have the likes of skanks and tramps affect and ruin me. You can go and fuck yourselves now.” With that parting, I left the boat house and Amanda’s house.

  I didn’t let my guard down until I got inside my car. Tears were streaming continuously down my cheeks as the scene I just witnessed flashed in my mind. Carter was such a womanizer! He would never change. Well, he did for a month or two but that didn’t last long.

  Wiping my tears, I drove. Not towards Santa Barbara but towards Los Angeles.

  “If you are going through hell, keep going.”

  ― Winston Churchill

  28

  Once I exited the freeway, I had no clue where I wanted to go. After thirty minutes of mindless driving, I found myself parking at the Chateau Marmont. With my purse in hand, I walked to the reception desk. Old Hollywood glamour greeted me. The design was retro chic with a hint of old charm. Most of the people that worked here, it seemed, were all hot. I guess whatever works for their brand and image.

  There were a lot of celebrities here tonight–this was, after all, a loc

  I don’t know why I chose this hotel. Since Lindsey and I were supposed to stay here the last time, it was the only hotel that popped in my brain. There was only one thing I was here for and that was to mend my broken heart and find solace.

  I finally managed to get a room without shedding a tear. The woman named Sandy was a fucking chatterbox asking way too many questions. I smiled and pretended to listen to her, but in reality I was holding my temper before I completely lost it and snapped her head off.