“It only took her all year,” I say, moving past my best friend to go find the object of my lust and late night fantasies and see if she is ready to act some of them out with me.
“What about me?” Amy says from my couch, her words slurring a bit with the beer she’s been drinking all night. “What about brunch?”
“I don’t like brunch. Sorry.” I walk out, closing the door behind me.
“You love brunch,” Zane says as we head down the stairs to the party on the first floor.
“Yeah, but I hate parents.”
“Only because they all love you.”
It’s true. I think it’s the manners my folks drilled into me since I was a kid that makes all the mama’s picture me as the perfect guy for their daughter. Not me. I’m not the guy you should rely on to be there through the “for better or for worse” part of anything.
Our house is always full of people but tonight is nuts because everyone is celebrating the end of the school year. Another week of exams, then graduation and college life will be over and I’ll have to join the ranks of those who pretend to be adults while figuring their shit out. I might be in medical school. I might not. I’m enrolled but I just can’t visualize walking into the building and actually doing it. That was the plan before my sister died but now… it doesn’t feel like my thing anymore. The whole thing stresses me out so I push it out of the way and scan the crowd for Carlisle Queen.
She’s easy to spot. Tall, long-legged but it’s her hair that grabs my attention. Not just red, it’s at least four shades of auburn and shot through with gold. I want to grab it, wrap it around my fingers. A couple of times a curl brushed against my arm in study group and my dick got hard like I was some kid in high school. I’m not ashamed to admit it; this girl does it for me. Period.
“Whoa buddy. Aren’t you even going to try and play it cool?” Zane asks, right on my heels.
I follow her progress through the house, hanging back when she stops in the kitchen, waiting as her best friend grabs a red solo cup and gets in line for the keg. She makes no move to get one for herself and I’m not surprised. Carlisle doesn’t drink and the rumor is that she prefers recreational drugs when she parties. I think she’s come to class stoned a couple of times but I can’t prove it.
“I don’t think the Ice Queen likes head games,” I say using the nickname she earned from the student body within the first few weeks of fall semester after she quickly shut down all invitations from the sororities and refused every date offer she received. I’ve watched it all from a distance and learned from their mistakes. Just like the one my buddy Pete and his roommate Seth are making right now.
“Hey. You’re Carlisle Queen, right?” Pete asks continuing with the introductions after she nods. “This is Seth.”
“Hi,” she says, making the briefest eye contact before she scans the room. In anticipation of our eyes meeting, my skin prickles with the low burn of awareness that always happens when I’m within five feet of her.
When her gaze slides to mine the surge of adrenaline burns off every bit of the beer buzz I am feeling. When a slight smile tilts up her full lips I get the signal she’s sending loud and clear: she’s here for me and the game we’ve been playing is finally on. My dick is hard as a spike but the knowledge of how this night is going to end calms me and I lean against the door frame to watch what happens.
“This is Olivia,” Carlisle introduces her roommate to the guys when the other woman appears at her side with her beer.
The guys nod at the newcomer but Pete is all about Carlisle and he steps into her personal space. She looks like she might retreat but instead she extends her hand out and lightly pushes him back the step he just took and one more for good measure. I laugh and nod when Zane murmurs “taking him out like a boss” in my ear.
“We were thinking of going back to our place and partying some more. You want to go?” Pete asks, his words slurring a little. He was one of the first to arrive tonight and he’s hammered back at least a beer every half-hour. I’ll probably find him passed out in my bathtub in the morning. “We hear you like to party.”
He means that he’s heard she likes to party and fuck. Carlisle has a good time. Never with college guys. Locals and musicians only.
“You’re friend can come too,” Seth says, nodding towards Olivia. “The bed’s big enough for four.”
I give him guts for just throwing that out there but if Carlisle looked any less interested, she’d be catatonic.
“Sorry. I don’t like penis,” Olivia answers, taking a long sip from her beer while throwing an “are you kidding me” look at Carlisle.
Carlisle chuckles and shakes her head. “No thanks guys. I’ve already got my fun lined up for the night.”
She flicks a glance in my direction and I know she’s talking about me. My whole body relaxes and tenses up with desire all the same time. I move forward to rescue her from the “B-team” when Pete steps in it with his two big feet.
“Can I see your medals? Are they at your place?”
“Oh no,” Zane mumbles beside me and we both shake or heads.
It’s commonly known that Carlisle doesn’t like talking about the games, her medals, or anything about that part of her life. She wants to put all that behind her and I don’t blame her. Everything she accomplished is overshadowed by what happened in the end. She just wants to forget.
And the look she’s giving Seth right now says that I need to intervene before she gets his blood all over my kitchen floor.
I step forward and insert myself in between them. I look down at her but I speak directly to him.
“Hey Seth, move on buddy.”
“Mateo man, stop cock blocking me.”
I smile at Carlisle and she smiles back, the flash of her emerald eyes wicked and I know tonight is going to be fun. As soon as I get rid of Seth.
“Seth, she’s here to see me so you need to go and stop cock blocking me.”
He mutters some random curses but leaves anyway. He grabs another beer that he doesn’t need before he and his flunkie walk off in a huff.
“If you were at all intrigued by the threesome, I think I can accommodate you,” I lean down and murmur in her ear.
“Maybe another night.” She reaches up and grabs the lapel of my shirt and drags me closer, whispering fiercely in my ear. “I think you’ll be more than enough tonight, yes?”
“Fuck yeah I will.” I reach down and wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her close to me. She is warm, smells like gardenias, and her breast is heavy against my side. I have no interest in delaying this one minute longer. “Come with me.”
I take her out onto the deck. There are fewer people here and I find a quiet corner where I can touch her and talk to her without interruption.
“You want anything to drink?”
“Nope.” She places her water bottle on the railing. “That’s not my preferred buzz.”
“I’ve heard that.”
“You’ve been checking up on me.”
“I hear things.” I smile and lean down until our forehead touch heads and I can feel her breath on my face. She steps into me and I place my hands on her hips. We fit together perfectly and I can’t help but imagine how good it will be when all these clothes are out of the way. “I thought you wouldn’t be here tonight because you have a Spanish exam on Monday.”
I want to kiss the corner of her mouth where her lips form a tease of a smile. “I’m going to ace the written exam.” Her smile droops a little. “The verbal portion… it might get ugly.”
That is an understatement. I have never heard anyone butcher the Spanish language like Carlisle Queen. Yes, I’m biased because I grew up in a bilingual household but she is terrible. I once thought you’d have to work hard to pronounce things as badly as she does. Not Carlisle. For her, it comes naturally.
I open up a little space in between us but I keep my hands on her hips, even letting the right one dip to cup the sexy, round swell of her ass.
“I think you need to practice. Use me.” When one auburn eyebrow lifts I smile at her dirty mind. “That’s for later. Show me what you’ve got.”
“Me gustaría pedir del menu,” she says and I strain a muscle hiding my wince.
“Okay, so you want to order from a menu.” I nod and when her eyes light up with hope, I shake it in the negative. “That was awful. Try again.” I demonstrate the proper way to say it and then urge her to try again. “Don’t pick some random sentence. Just talk to me. Tell me what you want me to know.”
She considers me for a moment and then the wicked gleam is back and she steps even closer to me. “Creo que eres caliente”.
She thinks I’m hot. Good to know.
“Better,” I murmur. “Try another.”
“Quiero saber cómo te gusto.”
She wants to know how I taste.
I groan as she leans in close, her lips hovering over mine a demonstration of what she wants. I want it too. I chase her mouth but she partially turns her face to the side while keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her hands are on my chest and I know she can feel the pounding in my chest at her next practice line.
“Te quiero a ti dentro de mí.”
Fuck. She wants me inside her.
“That’s what I want too. To be inside you, to feel your long legs wrapped around my waist.” I trace her lips with my tongue, capturing her own moan on the tip and savoring her surrender. “Come with me. I want to touch you and I’m not doing it with an audience.”
I enter the door we just passed through and lead her down the back hallway, heading for the stairs and my bedroom. I make it halfway down the deserted hallway and I can’t wait another minute. I push her against the wall, raising one arm to bracket us in. She tips her head to look up at me and I get lost for a moment in her eyes. Usually the color of emerald, they are nearly black with her arousal. Her gaze flickers down to my mouth and I grin.
“Voy a besarte ahora,” I whisper, the only warning of what I’m about to do. She understands me, her breath catching just before I angle my head and take her mouth.
The kiss is hard, bruising, devouring. Months of pent-up desire and want vented in the press of mouths, the lashing of wet tongues, the clink of teeth. She moans under me and clutches the fabric of my t-shirt, pulling me closer as I dive in deeper, dominating her with my craving invasion.
She pulls back to breath, her breasts rising and falling against my chest as she struggles to catch her breath. Her lips are already a deep rose and I want nothing more than to see them wrapped around my cock.
“Quiero más. She wants more and she just takes it.
I groan as one of her hands travels up my body and around my neck to pull me down to her. Her lips slant over mine and I slide my tongue into her wet heat. This time it is slower, softer but the gradual build of possession flips my switch and I slide my hands over her ass and angle her pelvis forward, grinding my erection against her sex.
It is intoxicating. The curves of her body inviting me to explore with my hands. I trace the sides of her torso, ending only when I can cup her breasts in my palms, thumbs rubbing the hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her dress.
Carlisle breaks off the kiss, throwing her head back to bare her neck to me and I press my lips to her throat. I drop my right hand back to her ass, under her dress where I find bare flesh and nothing else.
“Fuck Carlisle,” I slip my hand a little lower, into the hot cleft of her body. “You’re pussy is so wet for me.” I groan when she opens her legs wider and presses her ass back on my roving hand. “I want in there so bad.”
“Where’s your room?” She pants against my mouth, her tongue slipping in for a quick taste before retreating to let me answer.
“Upstairs.”
“Too fucking far.” She breaks off the kiss and looks over my shoulder, her eyes zeroing in on the empty laundry behind us. “In there.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice and I spin us both, covering the three steps necessary to reach in the room and shut the door behind us. I shove her back against it and fumble for the lock in the dark, finally succeeding in sliding it home.
I find her mouth in the dark and lift her up my body, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. She whimpers and I shudder in response to the carnal sound as I begin a slow thrust against her exposed sex. I lose myself in the kiss, her taste, the grind of our bodies together. When she wedges her hand between us and strokes my cock through my jeans, I lower her to the ground and release her from the kiss.
Eyes adjusted to the dark I can see her eyes, glassy with her desire and they way she never loses eye contact when her hands undo the button and ease the zipper down. Her fingers wrap around my aching cock and I shudder with the exquisite pleasure/pain of her touch.
“Fuck Carlisle. You get me so hard.”
“You’re so big,” she murmurs, her voice a deeper, huskier version of her usual tone. I like the way she says my name. “Mateo, I want this in my mouth. Can I?”
“Oh my God, yes. Please.”
I stare as my dream girl drops to her knees in front of me and drags my jeans down to the middle of my thighs. She leans forward and licks a long, wet line from the root to the crown and across the slit.
I fumble beside me for the light switch and I flip it up. The light bulbs are cheap so the light is watery and shadowy but it does the job. I can see everything.
“I want to watch you suck me off,” I say, inhaling sharply when she leans back in and takes my erection deep into her mouth. Lips clamped tight around my flesh she bobs her head up and down, the rhythm slow but leading to that slow burn in my balls, in my belly. Her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, the light tug encouraging me to thrust into her wet heat. I raise my hands, my fingers sliding into the silky, red-gold strands as I watched her take all of me.
Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I gasp, overcome by lust when her eyes meet mine from across the distance of my body. I know this image will be branded on my brain until the day I die. “So fucking gorgeous.”
The burn in my belly intensifies and I realize I don’t want to come this way. I pull out of her mouth and lift her to her feet, kissing her and moaning at the taste of me in her mouth.
“I need to be inside you. I need to know if you feel as good as the dreams that leave me hard and aching. I want to see if you’re as good as the fantasies I have running through my head as I come all over myself.”
She leans up and kisses me hard and fierce, pulling back to hand over a condom and a promise. “I’m better. I guarantee it.”
***
Carlisle
I thought we’d be this hot together and I wasn’t wrong.
I’m a shivering, aroused mess and watching Mateo roll on the condom is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s long and thick and I can still taste him on my tongue.
“I want you so much,” Mateo huffs out on a breath before he takes my lips again in a kiss. His fingers, rough against the skin of my thighs lift my skirt as he backs me up until I am leaning against the washing machine. He strokes upward, his touch causing goosebumps all over my skin. There is no hesitation as he finds my folds and caresses my flesh. I arch into his hand, encouraging the digit he eases inside me on a slow pump. “You’re soaking wet for me. I love that.”
He leans over me, his mouth devouring the skin where my neck meets my shoulder. Soft nips and harder bites leaves me writhing on the hand still buried between my legs. It is so good and I can feel the blaze and tingle of a fantastic orgasm building with every thrust of the two fingers he’s using to fuck me. He is hitting all the best spots, the slow guide he’s using is designed to torture me if his grin is any indication.
“Teo, keep doing that. Please,” I beg. I want what he’s dying to give me and I’m not ashamed to ask for it.
His kisses travel lower on my body, his free hand pulling aside the top of my dress and exposing my swollen breasts to his attention. His lips closed aro
und my right nipple and I come, hard and long, surprising us both. He groans but keeps tugging on it with his teeth extending the waves of pleasure through several amazing aftershocks.
“Look at me Carlisle,” he demands, his voice sexy with his want. I lift my eyes to his and I’m lost in the dark navy they have transformed into with what I’ve done to him. “That was gorgeous. You are amazing when you come and I could watch you all night long.”
He lifts me top of the washer and steps in between my legs, his erection pressed against the place where I want him the most. He leans forward and kisses me, soft and tender as he enters my body in one slow push. We exhale together, our breaths meshing with the slide of our tongues against each other. I loop my hands around his neck, weaving my fingers in his hair as I pull him deeper inside me.
The stretch at his invasion reminds me of why I love sex. The pleasure, the slow burn building into a molten heat that runs throughout my entire body. Fucking heaven on earth.
“Make me come again, Teo. Please.”
He groans and his thrusts become harder, more forceful. I’m making lots of noise, unable to contain the moans and pants he drives out of me with every thrust of his hips. I can’t help it. He is that good. It’s a good thing that the party is so loud.
“Fuck Carlisle, you’re so fucking tight.” He loses his grip on me and overcorrects, jamming me against the washing machine, causing it to slide backwards and hit the wall with a loud thud. We both laugh as he keeps thrusting, enjoying the hell out of each other as he starts to come. “Oh my God.”
His hands grab my ass cheeks and lift me higher against him, the angle now the perfect position for his rock hard body to rub against my clit and I’m so primed that I join him in the freefall. His mouth on my nipple, the hard suckling sends delicious aftershock shivers throughout my body and I arch into it, my hands twisting in his hair to keep him there as long as possible.
His thrusts slow down, evolving into shallow dips and swivel of his hips against mine. I grind back, enjoying the pleasure still sparking with each rub against my clit. I slide my hands down to his ass and squeeze, relishing the way the muscles become concave with every forward push.
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