by Lust, April
When I was finished, I looked at Carson. He was panting and groaning. When he dug his fingers into my thighs I braced myself on his chest and rolled onto my side. Carson grunted and pulled me close so that we were hugging with his cock still inside of me. I spread my legs and wrapped one over his back, moving gently against him and pleasing him. We moved our bodies in sync until I could feel my pleasure start to build again. Everything felt hot and wet and torrid, and I closed my eyes and pressed my face into Carson’s neck as we made love. He kept his arms wrapped around me and thrust up into me slow and steady, just enough to drive me crazy. Carson moaned loudly and dug his fingers into my ass. When I felt his cock pulsing and twitching with orgasm, it set me off, and before I knew it, we were moaning and gasping and coming together.
Afterwards, Carson nuzzled me. I looked into his eyes and he ran a hand through my hair. “That was awesome,” he said quietly, pulling me close.
I nodded sleepily. “I’m exhausted,” I said with a yawn. Carson reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed a blanket, pulling it up and covering us both. “Can we sleep for a while?”
Carson started stroking my hair and before I knew it, I was out like a light.
In the morning, I felt shy again. My hair had dried wavier than normal from the rainstorm, and I blushed when I realized that Carson had been watching me sleep. He chuckled when I pulled the blanket around my body, shielding my breasts from his prying eyes.
“Babe, it’s not like I can un-see your tits,” he said with a smirk. “And they’re so beautiful, can I look? Please?” He gave me a mock-pouty face and finally I grinned, dropping the blanket back on the bed. The air chilled me and when he stepped closer, I expected more sex. Instead, Carson covered me back up.
“I know you’re freezing,” he said with a smirk. “I just wanted to see you again.”
I bit my lip and grinned self-consciously. “Feel like getting some breakfast?”
Carson shook his head. “I have to work,” he said. “Oh, this is for you.” I watched as he pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket. When he handed it over, I gasped. There was well over three thousand dollars in cash—enough for the rent I owed, plus a little extra for next month. I gaped at him.
“I can’t take this,” I said, shoving the envelope back into his hand. “Really, I can’t. Thank you, but it’s too much.”
Carson shook his head. “You’re taking it, Caroline,” he said. “Don’t even fight me on this.”
I rolled my eyes. “Carson, it’s too much,” I said firmly. “I don’t feel comfortable accepting this from you.”
Carson pushed the envelope firmly into my hands and closed my fingers around the paper. “You have to,” he said with a smirk. “I can’t take it, Caroline. That’s your money. Go pay your rent. You don’t wanna be evicted, do you?”
I shook my head. “No,” I said, looking down. “But this is too much. I can’t repay you, at least not right now.” I exhaled sharply. “Probably not for a really long time if you want the truth. I’m sorry.”
Carson nodded. “This isn’t a loan, it’s a gift,” he said. “It’s yours. Take it.”
I blushed and finally tucked the envelope into my purse. “Okay,” I said finally. “But let me do something for you later. Let me cook dinner for you tonight. And don’t show up with wine or anything, let me do all the work.”
Carson nodded again and he grinned. My heart did a swoop and I felt like little hearts were floating around my head. You’ve got it bad, Caroline , I told myself. Just remember to watch out .
Chapter Seventeen
Carson
I couldn’t stop grinning to myself as I swaggered out into the parking lot, the obvious sign of a man who’s been well-laid. I kept up the grin all the way to work, even through a shitty traffic jam, and bought coffee for the Tinder’s morning manager. He smiled at me for once, and it caught me off-guard.
“Nice to see you on time this morning,” he said with a grin. “Let’s try to keep that up, shall we?”
I rolled my eyes after he’d walked away. Even that prick couldn’t ruin the amazing mood that little sweet Caroline had put me in. Every time I thought about her, my cock twitched and stiffened in my pants. I couldn’t believe the effect she had on me; no woman had ever been able to touch me the way that Caroline had. When she’d pressed her tight little body against mine and fucked me slowly, I thought I was going to explode and die from the pleasure. I wanted her over and over again, and I knew that no many how many times I got her, it still wouldn’t be enough. Thinking about sharing the night with her made me feel even better; I couldn’t believe I got the same little sweet piece of ass two nights in a row.
Even the well-dressed customers of Tinder’s couldn’t keep my mind off Caroline. Darkly, I wondered what she would do now. I expected that she couldn’t go back to the bar, but maybe she’d be able to find another kind of job. I thought hard about all the people I knew who would maybe hire her. Finally, it struck me: Steel had been talking about hiring a secretary for the longest time. I didn’t think Caroline had gone to college, but that didn’t matter. She was whip-smart and in desperate need of cash, plus she was gorgeous. I didn’t think Steel would turn her down.
Around noon, the store was empty save for me and one of the other employees, who was staring at his phone. He looked around the room and caught my eyes.
“What?” He pushed his glasses up the rim of his nose. “Why are you staring at me?”
“It seems weird that the store gets so empty at this time of day,” I said. “Don’t you think it would be busier during lunch, when people are taking time from their jobs?”
The kid looked at me like I’d suggested that the Earth was flat. “Why do you think about this shit, man?” he asked with a groan. “God, just watch the parking lot, will you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, kid,” I told him. “I’m leaving in a few hours and then you’re on your own.”
He looked at me. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. “Hey, kid,” I said. “You remember that hot chick who came in here, the redhead? Was she always alone, or did she bring someone with her?”
The kid got an excited look on his face when I mentioned Caroline and jealousy flared through me. I wanted to go over there and wipe that stupid little smirk off his face. Part of me hated that I was feeling jealous; jealousy was never a good sign. But I already knew that no matter what, I was feeling incredibly attracted to Caroline. Nothing could have pushed me away from her.
“She was alone,” he said finally, sobering up when he caught wind of my murderous look. “She never came in with anyone else. She used to flirt with one of the clerks.”
The streak of jealousy that had pulsed through me now threatened to turn on its head and I glared. “I’m sure,” I said smoothly. “That’s all,” I added. “You can go back to ignoring the store now. That’s what I’m here for.”
The kid rolled his eyes, and I let my mind drift off and think of Caroline. Snap out of it, asshole , I told myself. She’s just a girl. She’s not anything permanent, and you both know it . But still, part of me couldn’t help but wonder what would happen now that this was all over. I imagined if Caroline wound up working for Steel, I’d see her on a pretty regular basis. With any other woman, I would have dreaded the prospect, but I actually looked forward to seeing her around. I had a feeling that I would be calling and dropping by her apartment. Very, very often.
The day seemed to drag by. It was torturously slow. Tinder’s had never been exactly bustling, but normally a good crowd of people stuck their heads in. Today, I only counted ten people. “Are y’all not getting engaged anymore?” I joked as a young couple entered the store. “Seems like no one is today.”
The girl blushed. “We’re talking about it,” she said, looking down. “We’re going to look at promise rings.”
Her boyfriend looked away, clearly unhappy that his girl was talking to the big, hulking security guard. “Come on,” he said under his b
reath. “I have to be back at work by one.”
I rolled my eyes as he dragged her away over to the selection of silver and white gold promise rings. She was cute, but didn’t touch Caroline with a ten-foot pole. Stop comparing every other woman to Caroline , I ordered myself. You know she’s probably just a temporary fix
The hours crawled by. I felt my phone buzz a couple of times in my pocket. The first was Caroline, letting me know that she’d paid her rent. I thought about asking her for naked pictures as a “payment,” but then remembered the gross misstep that Lucas had taken with the photos of her. I decided that asking her for nudes wouldn’t be a good idea. She asked me what I wanted for dinner and I told her that it didn’t matter, my mind was clearly on her and not whatever we were about to eat. Just texting with her made me grin from ear to ear. And I couldn’t wait to tell her about Steel and the job offer, if it was still available. I felt like she’d be overjoyed. Maybe she’ll give me a special thank you , I thought, my cock chafing in my pants. Who knows?
Thinking of her all day had been torture. I was more than relieved when it was time to go home and shower. I hadn’t showered that morning and I could still catch a whiff of her trademark vanilla-chili scent on my skin if I moved quickly. She was on my mind the whole time I rode back to my apartment; I almost got hit by a car, twice. Even the cursing drivers didn’t put a damper on my mood. I couldn’t believe that I’d somehow found someone like Caroline. She was everything that I’d ever wanted, and possessing her was like magic.
I groaned as thoughts of her naked body filled my mind. Letting myself in, I walked back to the bedroom and collapsed, closing my eyes and falling into a dark sleep.
“Carson,” Caroline called in a teasing voice. “Caaarrrsssooonnn, come back to bed!”
I growled and pounced on her naked body, sending her flying to the other side of the mattress. Delicious peals of laughter rang out from her mouth, and as she looked at me, I felt my erection swell even more. “You’re crazy,” I growled at her. “Do you know what you’re doing to me? Look at this,” I pointed down. “You’re owning me, Caroline.”
She smiled coyly and lay on her back, spreading her legs so I could see every inch of her perfect pussy. My mouth went dry as she moaned and slipped her fingers down her belly, softly massaging her labia. Wetness leaked out of Caroline’s pussy onto the bed and I thought that I was going to go mad with lust. I growled as I watched her spread her labia with soft fingers and explore herself, twitching and moaning whenever her fingers rubbed over her clit. I moved closer but Caroline opened her jewel green eyes and stared at me.
“Stay there,” she said in a breathy voice. “You can’t touch me, you just have to watch.”
I twitched and a bolt of desire went through my body. Caroline closed her eyes and slid her other hand down her breasts, caressing and toying with herself. She moaned softly and spread her legs as wide as they could go, slipping her hand down her belly and rubbing her pussy with it. Moving closer, I crept between her legs and got to my knees. I leaned in until I was only a few inches away from her delicious body. The scent of Caroline’s arousal mixed with her sweat and vanilla perfume was enough to drive me mad. As she rubbed her clit in small circles with her thumb, she slipped her other fingers inside of herself, groaning with the added stimulation. I watched intently as her pale hands turned wet and shiny from her juices and leaned closer, licking at her fingers as she pleasured herself. Caroline gasped and pulled one hand away, letting me lap at her skin as she continued to rub her clit in slow circles. I licked the insides of her labia, savoring her taste, before plunging my tongue inside of her pussy and lavishing her with attention. Caroline’s cries grew louder and louder and her hand was moving fast and hard on her little clit. I could feel her juices gushing into my mouth and covering my face as she came. Her pussy twitched and clenched and spasmed around my tongue, and slowly she slipped her hand away from her swollen clit.
“That was incredible,” Caroline panted. “Thank you for watching me.”
She grinned and got to her hands and knees, crawling towards me and kissing me wetly. I gasped as her mouth sucked at my lips and tongue, licking her scent and fluids off of me. The kiss deepened, and I slipped my tongue into her soft mouth, tasting her and loving it more than I ever had before.
Caroline gently broke the kiss and pulled away. “Now you can watch me do something else,” she teased. I watched as she placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me backwards so I landed on my ass. My cock throbbed with arousal and Caroline eyed it slowly, crawling down on her elbows and sticking her perfect, heart-shaped ass into the air. I watched as she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the head of my cock. Groaning, I shifted my weight onto my elbows and propped myself up on the bed so that I could watch her. Caroline opened her bright green eyes and locked them with mine as she licked and sucked at the head of my cock. I groaned loudly. She was torturing me!
“You’re killing me,” I groaned. “Oh my god, woman, what are you doing to me?”
Caroline didn’t answer; she only grinned and placed a hand around the base of my cock, gently stroking it up and down in time with her mouth. She kept her eyes open and on me for a long time as she moved her mouth up and down, swathing my cock in warm, wet, delicious moisture. I grunted with pleasure as she ran her tongue along the sensitive spot under the head. When I thought I was going to come, I leaned back and thrust upwards. But Caroline stopped. She looked at me, with my cock still in her mouth, and a trail of saliva dripped from her lips. I groaned loudly.
“Please,” I begged. “Please make me come, Caroline.”
She grinned at me. “Yes, Daddy,” she said softly before resuming her delicious ministrations. In no time, I was coming and she pulled away and let me bathe her face with my seed. When I had finished shaking, Caroline opened her eyes and looked at me.
“You taste so good,” she said, licking her lips. “I always want you, Carson. I need you.”
Another shiver of lust coursed through me and I reached for her, grabbing her and pulling her close. Caroline shrieked with delight and I growled, nuzzling into her neck and biting her again and again.
Suddenly, there was a loud thump and we both looked up. My bedroom door slammed open, so hard that it bounced off of the wall. I glared. “Who the fuck is that?” I cried out. There was no answer. Pulling a blanket over Caroline’s naked body, I climbed out of bed and tugged on a pair of shorts. “Hello?” I called out again. “Who’s there? Come and fight like a man, asshole!”
“Carson, I’m scared,” Caroline said from the bed. I looked over; she looked like a shivering little girl. It tugged at my heart but I knew that I had to keep us safe.
“Stay here,” I instructed her. “I’ll be right back.”
There was a loud crash from the living room just as I was tugging on my briefs. Grabbing a gun from my dresser, I tucked it into my waistband and grabbed the crowbar that I kept behind the door.
“Come on,” I called. “Don’t make me come get you, asshole.”
There was no reply, and I stepped further into the hallway. Caroline squeaked behind me and I turned around with a finger over my mouth. She nodded silently and I closed the bedroom door behind me. Stepping as silently as I could, I made my way into my living room. There was a masked figure staring at the wall with his back to me, and I called out, grabbing my gun and aiming it at him.
“Asshole, turn around!” I snarled. The figure didn’t move. Stepping closer, I laid a hand on his shoulder and grabbed his body. The man’s body was surprisingly cold and I jerked my hand away. He was wearing a ski mask but it was so dark in the room that I couldn’t see the color of his skin under the mask. His eyes were big and black, and they looked like they were all pupil. Fear coursed through me for the first time. There was something about him that didn’t seem natural.
“You’ve come to fight?” the man asked, sounding amused. He rocked back on the balls of his feet and stared at me. “And just what do you t
hink that accomplishes, hm? Probably nothing, if I had to guess,” he added. “Don’t you know that I’ve been looking for you the whole time?”
Suddenly, my head felt like someone had poured ice water all over me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I growled. “I think you have the wrong guy.”
The figured looked at me. “Carson Dover,” he said. “Is that your name? If so, I’m here for you. I’m here to kill you, Carson,” he added. The lips of the thing broke out into an evil grin—much too wide and white to be human. “I’m here to kill you,” it repeated. The sentence was followed by a bone-chilling laugh, and I felt myself start to shake. Suddenly I knew that the thing was going to find me and hunt me down and kill me, and then kill Caroline. I knew that the gun in my hand or even the crowbar wasn’t going to do any damage.
As I took aim at the thing’s chest, I fired the gun. The figure staggered backwards and fell; I felt victory swelling in my chest before the mocking, cold laughter started again. I shivered. The figure straightened up with alarming speed and rushed towards me until it was inches away from my face.
