“Calm your ass down. I didn’t mean offence. You’re lucky you get to do something you’re passionate about. You’ve had a good start in life given the money in your family.”
I take a sip of my water, and the silence stretches for a few moments, part of me trying not to be so defensive. It's hard, though, especially when he's so worldly and I'm not. “My good start is nothing but a lie, Carter. My education has always been the only thing in my life. Without the freedom of a normal childhood, I applied myself. It's all I had." He smiles and drinks, looking at my face as I talk. "I do feel passionate about what I’ve worked towards, but at the same time I’ve opened my eyes and can see that studying isn’t the only thing in my future now.” In that moment, I wish that whatever future is in front of me could be easier than the immediate obstacles I’m facing. We’ve not spoken about what happens next or all the what-ifs, but there must be possibilities with Carter. He makes my heart lift, and I finally feel like the woman I’ve hoped people would start treating me as. He’s showed me that I can be desired, that I can be sexy, and that I can have fun. But now a shadow hangs over us, like a horrible premonition that something bad will happen. We just don’t know when or what.
"I never had a future mapped out or thought about before Quinn came and found me," he murmurs, looking out at the sea again. "Whore for a mother, asshole for a father. Junkie brother."
My eyes widen at his confession, not sure where it came from or what he means.
"What?" he says. "We don't all come from wealth, Fia. If it weren’t for your uncle, I'd still be living with the dregs of humanity. Or dead like they all are. I have a lot to thank him for."
"All your family is dead?"
"Yeah." Something crosses his features, sadness maybe, or irritation at his thoughts. "Although, I don’t consider them family anymore. The Canes are the closest thing to family I have now."
“If they are your family, how come I’ve never met you before? You never came when they visited?”
“No. I might consider them as close to family as I have, but I’m not blood.”
My fingers reach for his face, part of me desperate to soothe him in some way. He flinches slightly as my pads graze the light stubble, and I find myself pushing closer for contact, holding him there regardless of his frown at me.
Before I get the chance to find out why he's scowling, the food arrives, smelling delicious. Succulent pink prawns and mussels piled high with open shells, begging to be plucked. “After you," he says.
Carter is the perfect gentleman after that, and even with some bumpy topics of conversation, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect date. Still, part of me longs to find out more about him and my uncle after that revelation. What did he mean—found him? I shake my head and try to ignore the interrogation that wants to slip from me, certain that with the time we’ve got left the last thing I want to do is probe and push.
“When do we have to be back?” I ask, lifting my drink.
“We’ll head back to the hotel after this.”
“Can’t we stay out on the boat?” I ask, suddenly hopelessly optimistic that we can avoid everything if we stay out of the way.
He smiles and looks to the waiter who brings dessert to our table. “Believe me, Fia, I wish we could. But I’ve told you, I don’t run. I never have.”
Nineteen
Fuck, I’m hot.
I slide down her slick body and rest my forehead on her smooth, tight stomach, trying to catch my breath. Since getting back from the boat I’ve been insatiable. We’ve been insatiable. It doesn’t matter how many times I come; I don’t want to stop.
She moans under me as my tongue laves across her navel, my mouth drinking down the taste of her sweat. She’s sweet as fuck, like no one I’ve been with before. Everything about her, from her mewls to her pliable body, hits places in me I didn’t even know I owned. Add into that dinner last night, and the conversation, the type I honestly can't remember having with any other woman, and I'm screwed up with some sense of feeling about her.
My eyes close, and I listen to her breathing evening out, a smile coming at the sound of it. She gets a ten-minute reprieve, no more than that, and then she’s having some more because I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill of every position I can get her into. My dick likes that thought, announcing its interest by hardening again beneath me. It makes me crawl my lips down her body, sinking lower and lower until I finally land at her well-used pussy.
“Carter, I can’t…”
“You can. Shut up.”
I smile and swipe my tongue through her, rubbing my nose on her clit at the same time and enjoying the instant buck that comes from the move. “Jesus,” she breaths, her hands grabbing onto my hair.
I don’t stop. Fuck reprieves. I dig my tongue in deeper, rimming her and then putting more pressure on that sensitive clit of hers. She’s got more in her yet. For a start her youth should let her keep going all night long if that’s what I choose. And I do damn well choose it. At some point her father is going to explode all over my ass. I want more of everything before that comes for me.
I hitch her body to me, wrapping my forearms around her thighs to hold her still and spreading her wider. She squirms, her pussy trying to retreat. It makes me latch my teeth onto the soft folds, biting sharply to keep her exactly where I want her.
“Fuck,” she spits, nails digging into my scalp.
Good girl. More of that.
The pain on my head makes me bite in again, my tongue soothing the sting the second she behaves herself and stays the fuck still. “Carter, please. I can’t…”
I look at her over her clit and lick through her again, watching as she rises up on her elbows and looks down at me. She’s full of sex and sin, mouth parted, eyes like daggers as she tries to get a break I’m not going to give her.
“You want tying down properly this time?” I mutter, swiping my tongue again. “I'm happy with that.” Her eyes widen, some element of fear flickering across her gaze. “Or you gonna be a good girl and do as you’re told?”
She stays there watching me for a while. I’m not trying to make her come, just enjoying the scent of her on me and licking her. My head’s clouded in the moment, like I feel when I haven’t eaten. Buzzing. When did I last eat? Last night. I need to eat, but first this, again. Quick bites. Long sucks. I could eat this dish forever, bury myself in it and die a happy man.
“Carter?”
“Mmm.”
“Why?”
My head lifts to look at her, chin resting on her mound. “What?”
“Why would you risk your life for me?” she asks, rolling her body back down to the bed and propping herself on the pillows.
Her question stops me in my tracks. She’s right. I am risking my life by being with her, but that doesn’t seem to register as a problem right now. All I know is that Sofia Vico has managed to do something that no one else ever has: made me care about a woman. Made me consider things past the first fuck, and that alone is dangerous enough. “Maybe you're worth something to me.”
Her mouth parts, pinked up cheeks flushing even more and confusion, awe, or chaos clouding her eyes. I smile and keep watching, trying to work out how she feels about that. I’m not sure how I feel about it if I’m honest, but she must be worth something more than just a fuck because I’ve done it regardless of what’s coming for me.
My eyes caress her slicked back hair, all of it mussed up and tangled. She looks good like this. Swollen lips as a result of rough kisses. Skin marred with my fingerprints and bite marks. And she refuses to look away from me. The entire way through this she’s kept her eyes locked with mine when she can, like she’s looking right into the soul I thought I’d lost somewhere along the ride with Cane.
Just like she is doing now.
“You’re looking at me like you want more of me inside you, Fia.”
“I’m looking at you because you’re confusing. I'm confused.”
I smirk and start crawling back u
p her body. There’s nothing confusing about me. I’m straight up and direct, always have been. She backs up as I get closer, wiggling her body around underneath me to try getting away. “We need to talk about this, Carter,” she whispers. No, we don’t.
There’s nothing to talk about as far as I’m concerned. We’ll deal with tomorrow or the next day when it comes. For now, right here, there’s nothing other than what we’re doing.
My hips rest against her, pinning her in place with my weight. No more conversation, only fucking.
I look at her parted lips. Ripe, plump.
“You know, I’m thinking you should try working that fine mouth around my dick again.”
She smiles and then giggles. It’s cute as fuck, and beautiful in a way that women have never been before her. I frown and watch her face, interested in her thoughts. But then the thought of her mouth around my dick springs to mind again.
“Okay. Talk me through it this time,” she says.
“Open up,” I say, climbing up her again.
“You’re not going to lie down?”
“No. I’m gonna control it. You’re gonna stop talking, relax, and trust me.”
She waits there for me to move her a little so she’s at the right angle, then watches as I bring my dick up to her lips. Her eyes widen at the sight of it hovering in front of her mouth, both of them occasionally flicking up to me. “Grab it,” I say, catching hold of her fingers and pulling them closer. “And hold it like you mean it.” She does, slowly, and the second her hand wraps around me I grunt at the impact. “Tighter, Fia.” She squeezes, sending the veins near fucking rigid inside my dick. “Wet your lips.”
The slow curve of her tongue across her mouth sends me fucking crazy with the need to ram into the back of her throat. Fuck knows how, but I manage to hold off, for some reason choosing to teach rather than attack. I angle forward, pushing it at her so she can start the process off at her level, but the second I’m inside her all hell lets loose in my body. She sucks delicately, like she’s worried it’ll hurt me. It is doing. Longing. Desperation. Both things mingle to cause feral thoughts to collide and a pain I’m not used to controlling. “Suck harder. And use your teeth a little,” I rasp, pushing into her a little more.
Fuck.
My lower back spasms, ass tightening to stop me driving in further than she can handle, and I brace my hands on the headboard to keep me steady. “Good,” I manage, looking down at her.
She slides back and forth a little, tentative lips beginning to get a grip of what they’re doing. Fuck me, she’s good. Hot. Just the look of myself pumping in and out has me nearly ready to come. I push in further, testing her gag reflex. There isn’t one that I can see or feel. She just lets me slide in deeper, slowly swallowing that fucker in until I’m almost balls deep. I angle differently, testing a more intrusive angle. Still nothing but her body beginning to writhe and buck. I look back at it, reaching one hand down to her pussy. The suction instantly loosens on my dick, and I look back to see her eyes widening.
“Together,” I murmur, pushing three fingers inside her. “Keep sucking until I come. Swallow it.” Her hand tightens around the base of me, and she sucks me back into her with so much force everything around me mists up.
My fingers latch onto her shoulder to hold her still, thumb creeping to her throat to make sure she doesn’t move a fucking inch. Jesus. So good. Too good. I pant and groan, unable to hold back the feeling of coming, and at the same time drive my fingers in and out of her so hard she squeals around my dick. Saliva starts messing up her pretty face, and a raw look takes over what was giggling a few moments ago. Sexy as fuck. My own tongue licks across my lips, ass tensing on every drive to stop me attacking too brutally. And then her hands grasp onto my ass, begging me to go deeper, harder.
That's not something I need asking for twice.
I shift her, lying her flatter and tilting her head so I can get in deeper. All the fucking way in. My eyes roll as she takes it, the whole damn room becoming nothing but a blur of sin and fucking. The feel of her around me, the sound of my slick dick slamming in and out, the feel of her tight pussy around my fingers.
Jesus.
My hand tightens around her throat, enjoying the feeling of my dick skimming against my own palm, and I feel the start of my orgasm begin to race through me. I work my hand quicker inside her, putting more pressure on her clit to bring her off quicker.
Together.
Why the fuck I want that I don’t know, but I do. I want to feel her pussy flex around me at the same time as I shunt in for the final time. I’m on the edge already. Quickly. Everything in me tenses, and the hand at her throat barely stops squeezing as I feel her pussy start clamping around my fingers. It’s all I need to let loose and drive in harder than I should, no fucks given as my eyes focus on hers. I come explosively, my dick pulsing in her mouth, and for the first goddamn time in my life it feels like it means something to me.
My mouth gasps for air, my eyes locked to hers as I finally let go of her neck.
The fuck was that?
I back off, watching my length pull out of her mouth. Cum and saliva coat her lips and stick to my cock. I blink, unsure what the hell just crossed my thoughts, and shove my dick back into her aggressively to try ridding myself of yet more fucking feelings. Still her eyes are on mine—wide, forbidden, and raw, and she takes me straight back in, fingers still pulling on my ass asking for more.
I stare, hands planted on either side of her head, and watch her taking control of me. Her pace, her speed, her idea. The hell am I doing to someone like her? Can’t fucking take my eyes off it, though, as she swallows me down and rolls her tongue around to clean me off. I groan as she carries on, letting the feel of her all over me settle to something different, something beguiling.
My mind starts buzzing again, sweat breaking out over my forehead as she carries on losing herself in sin. For once, though, and because I know it so well, it’s nothing to do with the sucking I’m being given. I’ve been so distracted with her all day that I even forgot my shot. Doesn’t matter, though. I’ll catch up. It’s happened before when I’ve forgotten. When I was young maybe, but it’s not like I can’t deal with one missed shot.
“Trouble,” I mutter, watching those eyes watch me back.
So much fucking trouble.
Worth it, though.
I smile at that and finally pull my dick out of her again, backing away from her to reach for my jeans before my legs give way. I need a drink. And some proper goddamn food before I keel over, certainly if this is gonna carry on.
“Are you going somewhere?” she asks.
I turn back as I’m walking out the door, to see her rolling onto her front, her slender legs kicking up behind her and hair spilling all over her shoulders. My brow arches amused at her tenacity and dirty thoughts.
Greedy girl.
“Food,” I state. I need it. Either that or I’m losing consciousness in the next round. “Come get some with me.”
I pace out into the small kitchen area, grabbing a couple sodas from the fridge, and look out towards the sun slowly lowering over the sea. All night we were up fucking, and now we've spent most of today lazing in bed carrying on with more fucking, some sleep, too. She comes in a few minutes later with my blue shirt on again, fingers buttoning the front just as seductively as she did yesterday. I stare at her over the bottle I’m guzzling down, wondering why the fuck she still looks so good in it. Sexy.
“You sore?” I ask, picking up the next bottle of soda.
Must be. That virginal body has taken a fair amount of punishment since we started. She shakes her head and goes to sit on the bar stool in front of the windows, eyes staring out at the view with me. “Not much. A little tender. Are they all that big?”
“What?”
“Cocks?”
I splutter out some of my drink, hand wiping the spittle away. “Jesus. So direct. And no, they're not. Guess I'm a lucky man.” Also, why the fuck is she thin
king about other dick? “Mine not big enough for you?”
She grins and spins to face me, legs widening with the move and hands trailing down her thighs. “I'm pretty sure it's plenty big enough,” she says, licking her lips and pulling her hands up her thighs this time.
“Stop distracting me. I need to eat, Fia.”
She stands and stalks towards me, fingers reaching for my neck and a sexy-as-sin smile on her face. I wish I could say my dick isn’t interested, but it is, proven by the fucking thing bouncing awake. Again. She slides up close, hands roaming all over my naked chest like she’s suddenly realised what fucking is all about.
“Why eat when we could do other things?” It's a fair point. One my dick is certainly considering. Her hand slides lower, cupping my junk through my jeans. “Not enough energy in you for another round, Carter?”
I smirk. There’s plenty more, as she’s gonna feel now I know she can take my type of battery. But, food.
I’ve picked her ass up and dumped it back over the other side of the counter on the bar stool again before she can blink. “Sit. Stay. That kinda mouth is gonna get you in a fuck tonne of trouble.”
“Woof,” she barks out.
Fuck’s sake.
I laugh and shove the soda at her, going back to the fridge and pulling out some chocolate. She pouts at me from across the other side, watching as I start ripping off a wrapper and swallowing something that isn’t her, and leans her elbows on the counter.
“Seriously, why do you always need to eat? It’s a bit of a regular interruption,” she asks, smiling through her sulk.
She’s too fucking cute. Messy hair. Her neck’s a nice red from my stubble chaffing her skin. I smile. Looks good on her, like she’s owning it without care for what it implies.
Which is stunning in its own right.
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