by K. G. Reuss
I play the game with her for a few minutes until I knew she’s ready to burst. Then I pull away. She lets out a soft cry of protest which she quickly covers with a cough.
“More water?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, please,” she answers.
Derek is too busy watching the mariachi band play to notice us. I kiss her gently before moving to whisper in her ear, “I’ll finish this when we get back, Teddy Bear.”
Her green eyes peer back at me with all the answer I need.
Twenty-Four
Teddy
Carter nearly kills me at dinner. By the time we get back, I’m barely keeping myself together.
“I’m going to bed,” Derek proclaims, rubbing his belly after putting our massive amount of takeout in the fridge. “That food was delicious, but it’s sitting heavy.”
We bid him goodnight as we sit on the sofa.
“Did you have a good night?” Carter asks, trailing a finger down my arm.
“I did. Up until you stopped,” I say, challenging him.
Please say we’ll finish what you started!
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Teddy, if you want something from me, just say so.”
His hand stops its trek, a tremor going through it. I crinkle my eyebrows down at his shaking hand then look back at him. He’s wearing a scowl, but quickly rights it into an impassive look.
“Carter, are you O—”
I’m silenced as his mouth meets mine in a hot kiss. All coherent thought leaves my mind as his tongue tangles with mine, his hand up my skirt again.
“I want you,” I breathe out between kisses. “Please, Carter.”
He growls against my mouth. Derek’s soft snores sound in the background. Good. He’s sleeping.
Without our mouths disconnecting, Carter lifts me up and hauls me to his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist. He places me on the bed. But this time when he tries to press me to my back, I sit up straight and unzip his pants. He smirks down at me.
“Whatcha got there, pretty girl?” he asks as I push his pants and boxers down to reveal his incredible length.
I’ve been dying to feel its velvety smoothness since the last time I struggled to wrap my fingers around it. This time, I want my mouth around him.
I respond by running my tongue down his cock, causing a low, hissing breath to leave him. Carter is a big guy. As intimidated as I am by his size, I know it’s something I want to conquer.
I lick the head of his cock, slowly pulling him into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans as I move him in and out.
Both his hands tangle in my hair as he moans softly. I love how salty sweet he is. I suck harder, wanting to taste more of him.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, it’s going to severely impact our evening,” he says in a husky voice.
He gently removes his dick from my mouth before pushing me onto my back, situating himself between my legs. The heat between us makes me pant. His cock brushes my entrance, teasing me.
“Please don’t make me wait,” I beg, rocking myself beneath him.
“Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, kissing me.
His cock torments me until I’m shamelessly rubbing my pussy against him. We’re both panting, our mouths hot on one another’s.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers, slowing down. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.”
“It’s OK. It’s fine,” I assure him, breathless. “I’m on the pill.” Even if I wasn’t, I’ve reached the point of wanting him so much that damn everything else. He pushes forward, bringing with him a pinch of fire as he enters me.
“Oh, my god,” I whimper as he fills me completely.
He grunts his approval before moving in and out slowly. My nails dig in his back, urging him to give me more. He obliges by rocking hard into me. His hands cradle my breasts, caressing, kneading and teasing them with his fingers. When he slows and removes himself from me, I stutter out a whimper that makes him chuckle softly.
With a sly, teasing smile, he bends forward and licks a warm path from my navel to each nipple, taking them one by one into his mouth.
“Carter,” I breathe out, the burning need in my core growing with each tongue twirl he does on my nipples.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs as his hot mouth moves lower until his tongue is darting out at the apex of my thighs. A moan of ecstasy leaves his lips as he delves into my folds face first, licking and sucking at all the places that make my toes curl.
My vision darkens as the tingles come.
“Carter.” I can barely breathe as the orgasm overtakes me, causing my body to tremble as the pleasure ebbs and flows through me.
With a final lick, Carter withdraws his face from between my legs and gives me a teasing smile.
“Good things come to those who wait.” He laughs softly, planting a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
I smile dazedly at him, still lost in the fog of how incredible he is. His lips trail back up until they’re pressed to my mouth again, his cock rubbing against my sensitive pussy.
I let out a squeal of surprise when his hands press against my hips, and he tugs me onto him. He inches forward into me more, my legs bent, riding higher on his thighs. He moves into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. A small twinge of pain teases the edge of my pleasure.
I want to call out as the pressure tingles and builds within me, but I remember Derek and bite my lip, locking the moans in their warm prison.
I wrap my legs around him, never wanting him to stop whatever magic he’s working on me. My hands grip and twist the sheets as he picks up speed. My back arches as my orgasm sends me spiraling over the edge. A moment later, he comes with me, letting out a low groan against my neck.
He balances himself over me on his arms, both of us sweaty and breathless.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, kissing me gently. “I wish I’d have met you earlier, Teddy Bear.”
His voice is soft and sad, making my heart clench.
“You have me now though, Carter.”
He kisses me again, his words on my lips.
“And you have me. Always.”
I wake up to Carter planting soft kisses on my skin, following the hollow along my left hip. He must have started near my feet, because there’s a cool trail of wetness rising from my ankles. His fingers trail first then kisses follow. When he gets to the soft indentation by my belly, I raise my arm above my head.
“Did I wake you?” he murmurs softly.
“I’m dreaming of the most luxurious kisses on my skin. Please don’t wake me.”
“Never.” He scoots himself higher up my body, his hard-on brushing against the curve of my ass, and a soft moan escapes from my lips. His body spoons mine, as he continues kissing the tender flesh of my neck. The scruff of his day-old stubble scrapes my shoulder. I lift my leg just enough for his cock to nestle into the warmth between my legs.
His arm encircles me, his fingers splaying across my belly, stopping to rest for a moment. He sighs heavily in my ear. “Exactly where I want to be.”
“Mmhmm,” I agree. “Exactly where I want you.” Moonlight streams into the room through a small sliver of an opening in the curtains. I lift my head and see it’s 3:48 am. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I’m making up for lost time, and I’m so far behind.”
“So far behind at what? Work?” I roll onto my back to look at his face, concern filling my mind from his cryptic words.
“No,” he whispers against my shoulder. “Far behind in loving you. Now, shhhh. Let me get back to my work.” He pushes me back onto my side, and trails kisses down my spine. As he moves further down my body, he positions me on my stomach, and lays his cheek against the rump of my ass like a pillow, snuggling into it. His thumb gently massages the tender flesh of my inner thigh.
His fingers inch closer and closer to my wet core while he draws invisible circles on my skin. H
is face is still resting on my butt cheeks. I look over my shoulder at him. His eyes are closed. “What are you doing back there?”
“Shhhhh. I’m dreaming of all the ways to make your ass mine.”
“Just my ass? There are other parts that might like you to own them too.”
“Oh, really?” He pulls himself up onto his knees, spreading my legs wide. He crawls closer to me, lifting my thighs so that I’m slightly on my knees, waiting. “You’re not going to…” I stop to swallow the nervous knot in my throat. I’ve never done that before. Not that I’m not curious. If I were to give it to anyone, Carter George would be the man I’d choose. I almost say so, but he speaks again.
“Relax, Teddy Bear. I won’t do that to you unless you ask me to. For now, I want to feel you from a different angle.”
He reaches forward with his fingers and strokes my clit, teasing my folds with his thumb. I rock back and forth, moving up onto my elbows and arching my back, preparing to take him deeper. “Carter, I need you. I need hard and fast,” I say panting.
He pushes into me, filling me up with his length. His tight grip on my hips is hot and steady, pulling me onto him faster and faster, over and over.
The scruff of his facial hair brushes against my shoulders as he leans in to kiss my heated skin.
A broken moan escapes my lips, and I bury my face in the pillow to keep from screaming my pleasure. His palm moves to my lower back holding me steady as he swivels and thrusts, penetrating me deeper.
Sweat beads on my forehead, and my hair sticks to my face. When I raise up slightly on my knees to brush the hair from my face, my new position causes my orgasm to race forth. “Carter?”
“Yes, baby?” he says breathlessly.
“Keep moving just like that. Don’t shift.” My legs go numb and start to shake. My knees won’t hold me up anymore, and I stumble forward, bracing my hand against the wall. He continues to pound into me and releases his own orgasm as I climax.
He falls forward, his sweaty forehead resting against my back.
“Jesus, baby. You’re going to kill an old man.” He rolls off me, spreading himself across the entire length of the bed.
“Stop it. You’re not old.” I swat at him, as I crawl off the bed, giving him space.
“I’ve lived a lot of life in my thirty-two years, but none of it has been as exciting as you.” His eyes hold so much adoration in them as he stares back at me. I lean down and press my lips against his in a soft, sweet kiss.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur against his lips as I break the kiss off. If I don’t leave now, I won’t ever leave.
I step into the bathroom and wet a wash cloth, wiping the sweat and sex from my body. I wet another one and take it into him. I straddle his legs and wipe him clean, cooling down his body too. The heavy scent of sex fills the air.
He scoots over and makes room for me. When I slide against him, my bare hip hits the wet spot. “Damn it. I’m in the wet spot.”
He laughs quietly. “You mean spots, because I’m lying in one too. Hold on.” He jumps out of bed and fumbles around in his mini closet before pulling out a huge beach towel and folding it in half. I stand and help him lay it across the mattress. “There. That should work.”
We snuggle back together, pulling a sheet over us. I fall asleep smelling suntan lotion and coconuts.
Diary
Day 22
Day 21? No 22. I didn’t write yesterday. Or the day before. Hell, I don’t even think I wrote before that. Shit. I’ve already messed up this journal. So just know if you’re reading this after I’m gone, it’s not written in real time because my fucked-up brain has no actual clue what day this is.
I did something last night I’ve never done in my life. I had sex with the same woman twice. Twice.
Holy fuck. I fucked her. Twice. I know you’re probably thinking I sound like as ass because I keep referring to having sex with Teddy as ‘fucking her’, but I got lost in her the minute I entered her heavenly body.
Mind you, that wasn’t my intention, but that’s what happened, and I cannot tell a lie.
It was hard and fast and glorious.
The way she shivers and quakes when she comes, holy fucking hotness, Batman. I want that kind of sex every fucking day for the rest of this life. It may sound shallow, but it’s my highest compliment. This woman has a rockin’ body, knows her own mind, has a keen intelligence, and a sassy mouth. She’s perfect. And I think I’m in love.
Twenty-Five
Teddy
“Hey, Derek. We’re near the Alamo. Can we check it out? It’s almost lunch.”
“You want to see The Alamo? I thought it was just a boring building,” he says, scrunching up his nose. “But if you want to go, I guess we can. It’s not like we have any real schedule we need to keep.” The screen on his phone brightens as he begins searching for walking directions.
“I’ll go wake up sleepyhead.”
I climb out of the front captain chair and step over Molly. I slide Carter’s bedroom door open and watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful. His dark brown hair is spiked up from sleep, and he’s hugging the pillow I slept on. I tug on the pillow.
“Hey, babe. Time to wake up.”
His eyes flutter open.
“W-wha-what—” He shakes his head with frustration and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before forcing the rest of his sentence out. “—time is it?”
I sit on the edge of the bed while he sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. His fingers massage the creases in his forehead.
“Are you all right? I’ve never heard you stutter before.”
A look of concern flashes across his face but it disappears into a soft smile.
“I’ve never stuttered before. See? I’m not doing it now. Maybe my mouth tried to work before my brain was awake. I need some coffee,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. He stands up and appears coherent and steady.
“We’re going to the Alamo.”
“Why?” he says, his mouth faintly mocking.
“Wow. You and Derek are both down on the Alamo. I’ll have you know it’s an important part of Texas history, and without Davie Crockett and Sam Houston, we’d be ordering our ribs, barbecue, and tacos in Spanish.”
“Well, I don’t know any Spanish, so we’ll stop by and pay our respects to the men who allow me to order my food in English in this state.” He swats me on the rear end as we head to the kitchen.
“So, this is it, huh?” Derek says as he takes a few more pictures of the board of rusted weapons found after the battle of the Alamo.
“Yeah, there’s not much to it, but now you can say you’ve seen it the next time you order your Mexican food in English,” Carter says with sarcasm as he winks at me.
I roll my eyes at him and let out a giggle as he gives my side a tickle.
We head back to the RV in the parking lot, and Carter decides to take Molly for a walk before hitting the road again. I boil water for pasta. Might as well eat before our next long trek up the road.
Carter and Molly arrive back as the penne with alfredo sauce is ready. I place the large salad bowl and vinaigrette dressing on the table as the boys dig in.
“It’s roughly sixteen hours to the Grand Canyon from here. That doesn’t include stopping for sleep and checking out any nearby places. It’ll take us a few days to get there. Have we decided if we’re going to the northern or southern rim?” Derek looks back and forth between Carter and me.
“Ssssss-southern rim,” Carter spits the words out, not looking at either of us.
I swallow the pasta I’m chewing. “First your hands shake, and now you’re stuttering. What’s going on Carter? Are you sick?”
“He’s just…” Derek starts, but I interrupt.
“I know, he’s stressed out. Stress doesn’t cause stuttering. It only aggravates it. Neurogenic malfunctions cause stuttering. Are you an epileptic? Have you had a traumatic brain injury? Do-do you have MS?”
“No. Nothing l
ike that. I get bad headaches. Migraines actually.” Carter begins to rub his temples in his familiar habit.
“Like I said, he suffers from excessive stress,” Derek chimes in, glancing nervously at Carter. “He also gets excited at times, and I have to calm him down. It’s the little things that get him worked up. We have to keep him grounded and neutral—”
“I want to take Teddy rafting down the Colorado River,” Carter states, cutting Derek off. “That should be relaxing.”
“Um, have you ever been rafting, Carter? It’s not relaxing. It looks stressful. Maybe we shouldn’t do that.” I grab his hand and encircle it with mine, worried that he’s not telling me everything. “We could just go horseback riding. That’s peaceful.”
“No!” he spits out. His eyes are bright and pleading as they lock on mine. “I want to give you the Grand Canyon trip you wanted. Hell, we may do both, but we are not going to sit here and discuss my health. It is what it is. I’m stressed out from leading a selfish life. End of story. Let me have my adventures with my lady and best friend. That’s all I want.”
I nod, swallowing down the lump which has formed in my throat. Call it intuition, but it has to be more than stress. But the desperate, pleading look in his sad eyes has me agreeing to anything he wants. He lets out a breath, a tiny smile gracing his lips as he gives my hand a squeeze. His hand quivers slightly over mine before he pulls it away and gets to his feet, his plate in hand.
With lunch over, Carter and Derek take the realm of driving and navigating while I clean up the lunch dishes. Once everything is put away, I start Googling all of the symptoms I know about Carter and apply it to my knowledge gained at Columbia University plus listening to my father’s conversations over the years. He could have multiple sclerosis and wants to travel before it becomes too difficult. I just wish he’d tell me. I can’t shake the idea that something else is going on, and I have a feeling he needs me more than he knows.
