Dark

by Rachel Harley

  Where are you? I type and send and I can almost feel his confusion as he reads it. He’s thrown down the gauntlet, but instead of a sexy, suggestive reply, I’m asking him as to his whereabouts. He probably thinks I’m bored of this already. He doesn’t have a clue. I’m going to drive him wild.

  The wine’s now saturated my bloodstream and I can feel the power it gives me. He’s replied.

  I’ve just got dressed, I’m leaving in a few minutes. You okay?x

  Am I? Yeah, I am, but I could be better. By getting him hot under his no doubt perfectly starched collar. I grin at the screen.

  Carter… I send.

  Pearl…? he replies, along with an emoji with its eyebrow raised and I grin. This boy likes his emojis, but I find it surprisingly endearing. Overuse of the things usually irritates me, squinting at a load of tiny blobs in a message, trying to fathom out which ones they are. My fingers fly.

  Do you want to know what I’m doing now?

  Without a doubt, I do… flies back and I can feel the need in him. I chew my lip. He’ll be on his way in a few minutes and then no doubt having to network or whatever the hell goes on at these ridiculous star-spangled evenings, so if I’m going to up the ante, I need to do it now. Gulping down the second glass of wine, I screw my eyes tightly shut for a moment and then hammer it out in one long string, closing my eyes and hitting send without reading it back, before I lose my nerve.

  Okay, you asked for it. I’m sitting here, on my bed and thinking about you. I’m thinking of the plans that I had for us tonight. I wanted you to make love to me, Carter – no more foreplay. I’m ready and I need you so badly. I’ve waited long enough and I can’t think about anything else. My own shrugging emoji now. Just something for you to think about, take your mind off the boredom of the next few hours? Next time I see you, Mr Jackson, no will not be an answer.Xx

  I open one eye but slam it shut when I see ‘Delivered’ turn to ‘Read 19:20’ and I feel my stomach start to slide gently up into my throat when I read back what I’ve written and sent. I let out a tipsy giggle. Oh well, it’s done now and at least he’ll know what the hell to do when he rocks up tomorrow. Come prepared.

  I sit watching my phone for a few minutes, but there’s no reply coming. A feel a faint thread of unease but I push it away. He’s probably driving, read the text just prior to starting the engine or probably had his car talk it to him. I’ll get a response, I’m sure.

  Picking up the wine bottle, I wander through into the kitchen and shove it into the fridge. I’m not having any more – I’m an alcohol virgin too and I’ve had way too much in the last few days.

  I climb back onto the bed, leaning back onto the pillows. My phone is on the cabinet next to me and I can’t help it, my eyes are drawn constantly to it, my finger touching it open, but there’s nothing. I try to think how far away the Mercure is from Carter’s house, but I haven’t got a clue. I have no idea where the hotel is, in the city centre surely, but I need to give the man a chance. He’s been in enough shit with his dad, he’ll reply when he’s an opportunity to.

  Forcing my attention away from my silent phone, I pick my iPad up again and log onto Netflix. I settle back to watch ‘After Life.’ I love Ricky Gervais, the man is a comedy genius and I’m ten minutes in when there’s a knock at the flat door.

  Seventeen

  I sigh.

  I’m comfy, a bit pissed and I don’t want to move. It’s probably Justin or Ellen, checking that I don’t want any dinner, just in case. Touching the iPad I get up, hitching my sagging PJs around my hips as I wander through to the flat door.

  As I’m a few paces away and the knocking starts again, this time mildly frantic, I feel a shiver of apprehension that it’s Aaron on the other side of the door. Oh God, I’m in my nightclothes! Shit! Justin wouldn’t just let him up here, surely, but then again…

  Trying to think of a suitably polite brush-off, I open the door but as soon as I do, the tall figure on the other side of it crashes into me with the force of a freight train.

  The breath is knocked from my body as he shoves his hands under my armpits. He drags me desperately against him, his hands dropping to my thighs, hauling me up and wrapping them around his waist. He boots the door shut and pivots, slamming me back against the wood, hard.

  I feel like I’m going to pass out. What the fuck is he doing here?

  The text… oh God…

  He’s nearly out of control - I’ve never seen Carter so undone. He’s panting as though he’s run here, his eyes are feverish and almost black with desire and as he holds me close to him, I can feel his heart slamming into his ribcage.

  ‘Carter!’ I gasp, and then his mouth is on mine, banging my head into the door now as our lips connect violently. He’s gasping, his mouth all over me, his kisses frantic. His hands are running up and down my body and I break away from his mouth finally, needing to breathe before I collapse.

  ‘Carter!’ I say again, breathlessly, desperately, ‘what about your dad’s do, why are you…’

  ‘Shut up!’ he barks, his eyes fierce. ‘I don’t give a fuck! Just kiss me for fuck’s sake…’

  He grabs my head and pulls my mouth down onto him, his hands sliding urgently under my PJ top and he strokes my breasts, his harsh pants bathing my face twice a second when he breaks away.

  Leaning his forehead against the wood by the side of my head for a moment, seeming to gather himself, he pushes away from the door and with me still clinging to him like a limpet, he strides into the bedroom.

  I shove the navy jacket from his shoulders as he walks and he lets it fall carelessly to the floor, despite the fact that it probably cost a small fortune. His lips lock again with mine and he moans into my mouth as I stroke his face, running my fingers through his still damp curls. He hasn’t even made the event, he’s read my text and he’s driven straight here.

  He’s going to be in so much shit for this.

  But I’ve started something that I can’t stop, that I don’t want to stop. He wants this as much as I do, he’s been holding back ever since I first told him I was untouched and I’ve just given him the green light in that text.

  He reaches the bed and places me gently onto it, taking a step back and blowing out a long shaking breath. I sit, leaning back on my hands, my own breath coming in pants at the sight of him.

  Just as I imagined, he’s in a suit and tie, black dress shoes on his feet and he looks like he’s just stepped off a catwalk. The flush to his face and the lust in his blazing eyes only serves to shove his beauty up to heights I haven’t seen before and I can feel the moisture creeping between my legs.

  He tugs his tie away from his neck, throwing it carelessly to the floor and he starts to unbutton his shirt, his lip between his teeth as he stares at me.

  ‘I couldn’t breathe when I read that text,’ he says quietly, my own hitching when he gets all the buttons of the fitted shirt undone and his glorious tattoo comes into view. ‘I could think of nothing apart from getting to you.’

  He shoves the shirt from his shoulders, all his muscles bunching and clenching and I can’t help my low groan as I watch him. He undoes the navy dress pants, sliding the zip down and the dark material puddles at his feet. He stands, in just a pair of tight, white Calvin Klein trunks and he raises an eyebrow and a half smile at me.

  ‘I can’t tell you how glad I am you’ve caved this early,’ he whispers, taking a step towards me until he’s standing between my open legs. I stare up at him, my eyes wide, my chest heaving. ‘I knew that I had to leave it to you, but I was starting to find it a real struggle.’

  He reaches down and pulls my top over my head, throwing it to the floor and bending, hooking his fingers in the elastic of my bottoms, sliding them down my legs.

  ‘I can’t get fucking you out of my mind, baby,’ he admits softly, his pupils so blown out he looks like he’s taken drugs. ‘I had a bloody wet dream about you last night.’

  Really? Ha!

  My subconscious i
s preening, but it’s a huge compliment. He stands me up and as he drops his soft mouth to mine, I tug gently at his briefs, pushing them down his muscular thighs and he steps out of them.

  ‘I’m going to be in deep shit tomorrow, Pearl, but I don’t give a flying fuck. Tonight, I’m going to make you mine and neither of us will be capable of focussing on anything else, so I really hope that you meant what you said in that text.’

  I gape up at him for a moment. I suddenly can’t remember a word of it, but then the gist comes back. That I wanted him to come round here and finally fuck me and, hey presto, it worked. He’s here and he’s naked and he’s being driven almost mad with desire.

  I shuffle back onto the bed as he dips, retrieving his suit pants from the floor and he fishes in the pocket, pulling out a handful of flat foil wrappers and I count them eagerly as he puts them on the beside cabinet.

  Four! Wow!

  He sees my look and he gives me a rueful half smile. ‘Before you get carried away – we’re doing this on one strict condition,’ he says, snagging a packet and sitting naked on the bed next to me. He hikes a brow. ‘I know you think you’re ready for this Pearl and God, I want to, you have no idea, but if I see the slightest wince of pain from you, at any point, then I’m stopping, okay?’

  I feel a shiver of fear. He makes it sound like it’s going to be excruciating, but then my eyes drop to his hard-on and I understand. I bite my lip, some of my desperate eagerness leaving me and he sees the look.

  ‘You can change your mind? I’ll wait as long as it takes,’ he says tenderly, giving me such a lovely smile, I tremble in front of him. I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t want him stopping. I’ll need to grin and bear it.

  Which is exactly what he doesn’t want! He wants you to enjoy it, why are you rushing this?

  Because I can’t help myself and judging by the size of him, we could do nothing but foreplay for six months and the first time he shoved that into me, it was guaranteed to hurt. The way over that hurdle is just to do it. Again and again and again…

  ‘I want this, Carter,’ I whisper and he smiles at the thread of pleading in my voice.

  ‘Alright.’ He places the condom on the bed next to him, but he doesn’t unwrap it. He sits opposite me, a foot away, similarly cross legged. He holds out his hands and I take them willingly, eagerly. He threads our fingers and just looks at me, his unusual eyes brimming with so much that I can see him struggling to contain it. He takes a deep breath.

  ‘For this to be as pleasurable for you as possible, Pearl, as it’s your first time, I need to make sure you’re turned on.’

  I honk a sudden laugh.

  ‘Carter, that’s not an issue.’ I pull one of his hands towards me, drawing it down into the pool of my folded legs, pressing it gently into my already sopping folds and the breath catches in his throat as he ghosts his fingers.

  ‘This is fucking incredible. You’re so wet, baby,’ he breathes and he shuffles forward, his mouth reaching for mine. I don’t hesitate and within a second I’m in his lap, wrapping my legs around his back.

  We sit, kissing slowly and deeply for a long time. I’m soaking, I couldn’t be more turned on and I break free of his mouth, gasping the words desperately into his perfect face.

  ‘Carter, please, oh please…’

  I almost cringe at the want I can hear soaked into my words, the almost pathetic pleading for him to turn me into a woman. His woman, always his, forever his. I’ll never be readier for him than I am now and he knows it.

  Holding me tightly with one long arm, he snags the condom from the bed and puts it between his teeth before tipping me back onto the mattress, lying me gently down, my head on the pillow. He sits on his haunches in front of my eagerly open legs and I resist the urge to stroke myself as I look at him. I’ve never touched my own body in my life, but I’d do it gladly in front of him. Trouble is, if I touch myself, I’m going to come and the next orgasm that I have has to come from Carter’s cock. Even if it is going to hurt, at first.

  ‘Are you absolutely sure you wa…’

  I toss my head irritably, raking a hand through my sweating hairline.

  ‘Carter, which part of the begging two minutes ago didn’t you get?’ I glare at him darkly. ‘Do you want me to write it down? If you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I’m going to go insane!’

  My words are crude, my voice is increasing in volume until I’m nearly barking at him and his molten eyes lock with mine again as he tears the condom wrapper open in his teeth. He pulls out the slimy rubber circle and holds it up to me.

  ‘Do you want me to put it on?’

  I shake my head. ‘No – I want to do it. Show me how?’

  I kneel up next to him and he hands the slippery disk to me, explaining how to roll it over his cock. I’m reminded of Ellen’s blowjob carrot again, my brain throwing a memory of Sex Ed at school, giggling teenagers rolling condoms onto vegetables.

  This, though, is a whole new ballgame.

  As I roll the thin latex tube over the head of his cock and down, he groans and closes his eyes. I concentrate on what I’m doing, peering at my handiwork, the tip of my tongue poking between my teeth to make sure I’ve got it right. When I look up, the loving expression on his face blows my mind.

  ‘You’re so perfect, do you know that?’ he murmurs, looking down at himself briefly. ‘Well, you made a good job of that.’ A grin. ‘Lie back, baby,’ he whispers and my heart slams.

  As I lean back into the soft pillows, he moves between my legs, walking on his knees, the phoenix’s graceful tail seeming to shimmer over his hipbone as his muscles work beneath his lightly tanned skin. My breath is gone as I stare up at him, my legs open as wide as they’ll go, inviting him in. I never want him to leave. I can’t breathe without him.

  He gently lowers his body, settling his pelvis onto mine, dropping his forearms to the pillow on either side of my head. His curls tumble around his flushed face and I reach up to stroke them away. His eyes slide shut at the feel of my fingers caressing him and he turns, kissing the heel of my hand.

  ‘This is the most incredible gift I’ve ever been given,’ he whispers and he takes his lower lip gently between his teeth, tucking his pelvis closer to mine and I feel the head of his arousal nudging tentatively at my un-breached, trembling flesh. He takes my face gently in his hands and, as the pelvic pressure he’s applying gently increases with each passing second, he lowers his mouth to mine as finally and so very slowly, he begins to slide inside of me.

  I gasp into his mouth at the sensation. There’s no pain, not yet, but it’s a strange feeling, alien, as if there’s something there that doesn’t belong. That’s utter bollocks, this is the only place that Carter Jackson belongs and as another half an inch seeps quietly into me, there’s a building pressure and a pinching sensation.

  I grit my teeth. I’m not going to wince, it’s not that bad, but he’s still kissing me and he can feel the tension in my jaw immediately. His lips break away, his smoked out eyes immediately searching mine.

  ‘Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?’ he breathes urgently and I shake my head, gulping. The pinching’s gone now he’s stopped moving, but there’s an awful lot more of him waiting in the wings.

  ‘No, I’m fine, don’t stop, please…’ That reedy whine in my voice again, but I’m past caring and I don’t think that he does, either. At the very least, it’s a huge boost for his ego, having a woman virtually begging him to take her virginity.

  He looks down at me, breathing hard and I see him hoist a brow an inch. I resist the urge to wrap my ankles around his pert backside and just drag him all the way into me. That would probably hurt a great deal and then he’d be backing away with his hands in the air, at least for tonight. All he seems to care about is me not being in pain because of his pleasure.

  ‘Kiss me,’ he whispers, and our mouths meet eagerly, as if they can’t bear to be apart. The way that he strokes his tongue against mine, slowly, languidly,
his gasped breaths, the small sounds of pleasure he makes as he kisses me and then the pinching’s back as he eases another inch of himself inside me.

  ‘Fuck!’ he chokes suddenly, breaking away from my mouth and panting hard in my face. ‘Jesus Christ…’ he shakes his head roughly, wincing himself now and I look at up at him in horror.

  ‘What’s the matter?’ I stroke his face again, pulling it down to mine and planting breathy kisses all over him. He chokes and groans, hauling in a shuddering breath but he’s still not answered me. He doesn’t appear capable.

  ‘Does it hurt?’ I ask, confused. It looks like it does, his eyes keep screwing shut.

  ‘No, God no,’ he breathes, a bark leaving him as he pushes forward again. The pressure builds again, but the pinching has disappeared, my confidence growing as a result. I have a funny feeling I’m over the worst of it, the pressure isn’t a problem, it just feels a bit weird is all. I shuffle a little underneath him, he weighs a ton, and when I do, I inadvertently clench some unknown muscles around his partially buried length. He lets out a strangled cry.

  ‘I’ve never…’ he gulps, screwing his eyes shut again for a beat. ‘Oh fuck…. I can feel every inch of you, baby, it’s incredible,’ he gasps as he pushes forward again and now, I can’t help myself. I want him now, all of him, every blessed, glorious inch and before he has chance to realise my intentions, I hook a calf almost casually around his behind and drag him into me.

  All the way.

  ‘Oh God!’ he cries, his whole body trembling when the head of his cock finally powers into my untouched womb and like a burst balloon, the pressure inside me is gone. There’s no pain, none at all, just a strange feeling of fullness. Now he’s made that first crucial stroke, albeit slowly and with a little help, there’s almost no sensation at all. There’s no pain, but not much pleasure, either.

  That soon changes.

  Carter kisses me breathlessly, burrowing under my chin and gasping against my skin. He appears to be thoroughly enjoying himself and I smile up at the ceiling. This is turning out to be an unqualified success, but now I need him to really show me what he’s made of.