by Mia Madison
I'm still thinking the same filthy thoughts as she leaps up and makes a sudden dash to the washroom, her luscious butt cheeks jiggling under the flimsy fabric as though shouting out my name. She'll be screaming more than my name when I hike that material over her ass and bring out the blush in them. She'll want -
“Jared Helmsley, twice in one week after twenty years. It must be fate,” a somehow familiar voice breaks into my wild imaginings.
I look up to see Carina's mother – stepmother. Standing beside my table with her husband.
“You remember Todd, right?” she says, cajoling me into agreeing.
Carina's father. No wonder she made a run for it. Yet again hiding from our relationship.
“Of course, how are you, buddy?”
I stretch out my palm. He takes it with minimal enthusiasm. Like I murdered his last head of cattle.
Fuck, is it really Todd Wallis. When did he get so old? Has that happened to me too? Perhaps we all look in the mirror and see a delusional version of our younger selves. Is that why Carina takes off every time and keeps me out of sight?
“Good,” Todd grits through a tight jaw that makes me wonder whether he saw me holding his daughter in the palms of my hands, her gaze transmitting unrelenting yearning to be fucked by her dad's old college buddy. Who he still despises for some reason.
“Good seeing you,” he adds and, sufficient pleasantries done with, tries to lead his wife away. But she's having none of it.
“I'm glad we ran into you, Jared,” she continues. “Like I said it must be fate. We're having our New Year's Party and I insist you come.”
I'm about to decline. An excuse about heading back home for work ready on my lips. But then I recall Carina hiding me. Hiding us.
“I'd love to,” I announce and receive a triumphant grin.
“Great, we're at 3290 Oleander.”
Uh huh, it's already etched in my brain.
“Six pm Thursday.”
“See you then.”
The hostess, visibly irritated at the interruption to seating procedure, coughs lightly and Todd takes his cue to drag Mellie away. They're settled at a table not that far away, so I can see them get into some heated discussion but can't hear what it's about.
My bigger concern is that when Carina returns to the table there's no way they can miss her. Looking hot enough to set the room ablaze.
I take care of the check then head toward the bathrooms to retrieve my girl. I've had enough of skulking around and I intend to tell her so. I march into the women's and find her standing at the basin, shaking with nerves. In two strides I have her wrapped in my arms and she attacks me with all her desire exploding from her perfect little body.
She claws at my shoulders, dragging me harder toward her as though she intends for us to merge into one. Her hands are everywhere and when she wraps my already solid dick in her tiny palm I see rocket ships. I lift her onto the basin counter and spreed her thighs to allow me close to her center. Her dress hikes up to her hips and in one move I pull her panties to the side to stroke her bullet hard little clit.
She's dripping fucking wet for me and her point is so solid and swollen, it must be throbbing with raw hunger. She moans loud and grapples me closer to her. I know what she wants even before she begs for it.
“Fuck me, hard. I want you inside me right now.”
“Not here,” I grit out, using every effort available to my weakening resolve.
I'm not fucking her in a public bathroom. Not the first time at least. She wriggles her juices so my thumb pad slides across her slit and I push two fingers into her pussy.
Fuck, she's tight. She lets out a throaty moan and I corkscrew deeper into her, making her whimper. Fuck, did I hurt her? She's tight enough to be a virgin, but I doubt it. Then she's gouging at me again and bucking her pelvis on my fingers, demanding I fuck her wet pussy.
Jesus, I need to feel these tight walls clamped around my dick the way they're hugging my fingers. The breadth of my cock is gonna be a shock to her. And so fucking sweet when her tight tunnel surrenders to me.
“Now. Please I need you now,” she mewls.
My hand pumps her pussy as the other clamps the back of her head to hold her while I bury my tongue in her mouth. Carina wants me everywhere at once. She's a wild thing. Her hands on my chest wall, my biceps, tugging the back of my neck like she wants to inhale my mouth, while rubbing my bulging dick through my pants.
“I can't take it any more,” she whimpers, her entire body quivering as her pussy clamps and shimmers on my fingers, ready to let go. I could make her come in three seconds flat, but I want her orgasm to build to explosive status.
I remove my hand and put my fingers to my lips to suck her nectar off me while she watches round-eyed. Then I pick her up off the basin and carry her to the door. Checking outside and seeing the waiter is standing at her parents table, blocking the view, I take the opportunity to walk her to the kitchen and out the back door.
“Oh,” she squeals when the wall of cold air hits her almost naked body.
I take off my jacket and wrap her close. Then tuck her under my arm. It's two blocks to the hotel. I hold her close to my heat but she's struggling in the five inch heels I bought her. So I pick her up again and carry her the last five hundred yards. She's shivering when we enter the reception. I take her hand and lead her straight to the elevator, rubbing her skin while we wait.
The second the doors close, we're clawing and gnarling at each other. Her mouth is on my face, my neck. I pull the neckline of her dress down to free a bare breast and suck all of it into my mouth. She moans loud and wraps one leg around my waist so I can push my fingers deep into her sweet hot pussy again.
I intended to make her wait but I'm driven insane with the need to make her come. Her cheeks are covered with a provocative rose blush and her pussy mouth is tugging at my fingers. It takes three hard thrusts in combination with my thumb circling her clit to make her shudder through her first climax.
The elevator stops at my penthouse floor right as a gush of liquid escapes her pussy and runs down my hand all over the stone floor.
Chapter FOURTEEN
Carina
Oh my god what was that? Did I just wet myself?
I want to shrivel into the floor with the humiliation flooding every part of me.
Jared has to lift me into his arms again before I manage to take two steps through the door. My knees are jello, my tummy is in a paroxysm of bliss and I just peed in the elevator all over his hand. How is that possible? I have never.
“I don't – what was?”
I can't speak, my lips are dental-surgery numb. I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and I already want another.
“You're amazing,” I whimper into Jared's shoulder but I don't think he hears.
He's occupied with carrying me down the hall to his room and maneuvering the keycard from his pocket. He manages the operation with ease, kicks the door shut behind him and we're plunged into darkness. I stagger slightly when he sets me down so as to locate the card reader for the electricity. Before he does so, I'm already tearing at his clothes.
His soft cashmere sweater comes over his head and I gasp at the ridges of solid muscle I feel carved across his stomach. It's almost better with the lights off. Of course I want to see him but I’m loving how vivid the sense of him is under my touch.
“Carina, hold up, Baby” he groans as I tug at his belt and then tear his pants open.
He's thrashing around, slapping the wall, trying desperately to source the light while at the same time pulling the sheath dress down my shoulders so my perky breasts pop free. The dress pools around my waist but I've managed to free his huge dick and, my god is it massive.
And beautiful. The perfect shape. I've never felt such a solid bolt of steel in my palm before. It's burning hot and pulsing hard, a thick rope of vein running along the smooth underside.
“Fuck.” He curses as I rub around the head, as soft as the luxur
ious sweater I just threw to the ground.
I cup him, circling the juice leaking from his opening in my palm.
“Carina, Darling.”
His broad thighs buckle slightly as I drop to my knees and take his length in my mouth. “Jeezus.”
He leans back into the wall with a groan, so I'm definitely doing something right. Sitting on my heels tugs on my butt cheeks so my pussy lips come apart. The length of my slit is swollen with need, craving his fingers and the amazing long shaft splitting me open. I flatten my hands to slide up the length of his thighs, amazingly toned and firm. He must spend half his life in the gym.
I wrap both around the base of his dick then replace the rhythm of my mouth with my hands. Leaving my mouth free, I lick around the thick root then continue further, eliciting more intense animal type sounds from Jared. I can't see a thing but I hear his palms slam into the wall as he seeks support for his obviously rising climax. I intend to pull out every stop in my rather small repertoire to give him the same astounding release he gave me.
My hands pick up the pace, with a firm hold and a mini twist at the base, while my tongue explores deeper, discovering his balls. Before I stop to consider what I'm getting myself into, whether this is even a thing, I suckle one sac into my mouth. Jared moans and pumps his pelvis into my hands, so I guess we're good. I just have to focus. My pussy mouth is throbbing out her own insistent beat, demanding to get in on the action. The desperation to have Jared inside me is distracting.
His ball sac sits nicely on my tongue and nestles inside the perfectly domed roof of my mouth, I roll it around, adding some gentle cheek suction on the full center. It's actually delicious and Jared's almondy aroma, part talcum, part summer earth is sexy as fuck. As is my ability to reduce him to a quivering mess, moaning my name as he daggers his fingers through my hair to cup my head and hold me tight between his powerful thighs.
He's pounding my hands harder so I tighten my grip a little and pop the other ball into my mouth, lapping his sac and urging the build up I can feel on my tongue to explosion. When it comes, it's enormous.
“Darling, Baby.”
His stream falls over my bare tits and I shift my mouth, pointing his dick to my face to catch the rest of his climax on my tongue. Then I get to work, licking up every last drop of his delicious cream while he moans my name and calls me his darling.
Once the tension releases from his thighs, he raises me up and encircles me in his arms. I lean into his rock hard undulating chest and listen to his heart pounding into my ear. He holds me tight enough to merge right into his muscle, exactly what I've been longing to do. One hand cups my head terribly gently and the other finally finds the light switch and slides the key into the reader. Soft lighting comes up that doesn’t wreck the mood and he sandwiches my head between his hands to tip my face to him.
“You are incredible, Miss Carina Wallis. How did I survive before you came along?” he says, before his firm lips caress mine.
His mouth sucks my lower lip, the taste of him, then he lifts me as though I'm a doll to him and I wrap my arms around his neck. As he carries me to the bed, he makes no attempt to resist admiring my tits bouncing with each step. When he lays me down, he steps back to take in a better view of my naked breasts, the nipples jutting out hard for him. My trepidation at being vulnerable has totally vanished and even become the reverse.
I want to expose every part of my inner self to him, physical, sensual, emotional. I fold up my legs and tip my pelvis to the side so he's getting a good view of my bare ass and string-covered crack. I throw my arm above my head so my tits lift even more provocatively and he makes that animal raw sound. My clit is pressing out between my lips because I feel the thong cutting in along with his eyes devouring me there.
“Christ, Carina, the things you do to me,” he grits out, like he can't control himself. Which is exactly how I want it. I stretch my arms up further, arching, writhing hungrily and he immediately obliges, dropping into my embrace and scooping me hard into his.
I figured he would need to rest up after the exertion but it's only a few minutes of delicious hugging and the most sensuous kissing in the history of everything, before his dick is a solid blade pressing urgently against my hip. He spreads my legs and at last, we cling to each other as he slides all the way into me.
Chapter FIFTEEN
Carina
When I come to, the bedside clock digits read 3.30.
Fuck. I shift to get up but I'm securely wrapped in Jared's solid arms, his abs carve into my back and butt cheeks, caging me in his fence of support. I have never felt so cosseted. I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life and take on the world each time. But right now I have to leave.
Jared's grip tightens around me as I wriggle, while the rest of him stays calmly still as though he's still sleeping.
“I have to go home, Babe,” I whisper. “It's almost four.”
“You're not going anywhere,” he informs me. His arms, without squeezing, seem to become a stronger bind circling me like a band of steel.
“Babe, I have to. My parents will want to know where I've been.”
“So tell them. I'm sick of hiding this.”
“I don't know what -” I have to ask. “- this is.”
What is it we're doing here? He can't be suggesting I let my parents know I'm having random hooks up with men in hotel rooms. But how else can I explain this when he's leaving any day, should already have left by now?
“This is you and me,” Jared says. His eyes still shut. “Tell them that. Or shall we tell them together at your stepmom's party?”
“You're coming to that?” I squeal.
Excited beyond measure that I'll get to spend the New Year with him at least.
“Mellie invited me. Todd didn't look too thrilled but what could he say?”
“That's amazing. I mean I'm glad we'll be able to celebrate together.”
“Now go back to sleep because you've got a big day tomorrow.”
“I do? What am I doing tomorrow?”
“First you're going to feel my cock buried inside your sweet tight pussy at least a couple more times. Then you can have breakfast in bed before we take a ride.”
“A ride to where?”
“Surprise.”
I'm wide awake now with all the chatting, and the excitement at spending the night with Jared, beyond my wildest dreams. Something I never thought could happen. Being in his arms, feeling his lips brush against my skin while he talks to me in his whiskey voice. Waking up together after the explosive sex has me in stimulation overdrive. Plus there's the small matter of his hard cock nestled into my back.
“I'm not tired. So we may as well get started on the day right now,” I say and I roll him over to climb on top of his narrow steely pelvis.
I'm still soaking wet. Perhaps I'd be permanently dripping if I was really dating Jared. I'm constantly turned on by him. So I lift up to circle his head into my pussy mouth and then slide all the way down him. I sit on top of him, impaled on his dick, feeling the tip further inside me than any man has ever been.
“You are the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I've ever seen,” he opens his eyes and admires my swaying tits.
His voice sounds throaty raw with pleasure fulfilled and maybe a touch of guilt. I lap up all the sweet endearments that sound even more delicious coming from a man as well-rounded as Jared.
Is it wrong?
I don't think so. It seems entirely perfect to me. But I know if my father finds out about Jared there's going to be a whole different spin on the situation. I'm dreading that and wish that whole scene could be bypassed and we move straight to the – what? Where do we move to from here?
We're separated by so many forces against us? The age difference is hardly any easier than the fact we live on opposite coasts. Jared isn't a man I could leave five thousand miles away from me because some smart chica would snatch him up in an instant.
Satiated again, we fall into dreamy sl
eep and when I wake up the clock reads 5.05. I'm even more enthralled at having Jared so close. The aroma of our desire is ingrained in the tangled sheets and his smooth, thick skin. I nuzzle his coarse stubble and inhale him deeply. The arm wrapping me tugs me into his chest like a bird behind a warrior shield. I could stay nestled into him like this permanently.
There's a word I cannot allow to stray into my vocabulary when it comes to- this. I will not allow myself to fall. It's a luscious illicit crush and that's all. I clutch the huge swell of muscle at his upper arm. As though that could hold him with me. As though I can halt time even as that damn red digit flicks over.
“Time to wake up, Baby Girl.” Jared burrows at the side of my neck from behind so that my pussy starts tingling with desire before dawn has a chance to rise.
“Nooo-ooh,” I moan, but wriggle my ass to grind against his blazing hard wood.
It feels so divine that Jared wants me all the time.
“Baby, wants to play, does she?” he burrs. “Didn't I tell you that you were gonna need your energy today.”
I rotate my pelvis into him so his shaft edges into my crack, grazing at my rear hole. A spark of intense desire rises so fast it shocks me. Before I have the chance to figure it out, Jared is out of bed and pulling me to the edge by the ankles, flipping me over as he goes.
He hauls my teasing pelvis up in his huge palms until I'm on all fours, kneeling on the bed. He palms my butt to pull my crack apart and my face fires red hot from that hidden part being totally exposed to his gaze.
I press my forehead into the bunched up sheet, opening wider and forcing my girly embarrassment to back off. Jared is my lover. He's not some college kid catching an eyeful. He won't blab about this to the jocks on the team.
Fuck, that image drags up one of my dad – who would be one of Jared's buds.
