My fingernails dig further into his shoulders. “I’m … I’m …” I’m trying to say I’m coming but the words are lost as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my body. “Ohhh, Carter,” I moan as I throw my head back.
“Yes. Yes, that’s it. Come for me, beautiful. I love hearing you say my name like that,” he breathes as his fingers continue their assault. I love hearing him call me beautiful. “Fuck that was hot,” he says as his lips trail a path across my jaw until they find mine. “I almost blew in my pants just watching you come undone.”
His fingers are still inside me. I slide my hands up his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss. If he can make me feel like this with only his hand, I can’t wait to see how it feels when we go all the way.
Suddenly, he pulls out of the kiss. He removes his fingers and steps back. My legs slide down his until my feet hit the ground. I watch as his hand moves up towards his mouth. He pops his fingers inside and licks off my juices. “Mmm. You taste as sweet as I thought you would,” he groans, closing his eyes like he’s savouring the taste. I find this incredibly hot. “Is this what you brought Brad over for?” he asks when he opens his eyes again.
“What? No. We had an English assignment to do together,” I confess. He smiles. I guess he likes my answer.
“Have you ever let anyone touch you the way I just did?” he asks.
“No,” I admit honestly. I’ve touched myself on occasions, but I’m not telling him that. All these questions are killing the mood. I wish he’d just shut up and take me the way I want him to.
“Good. Make sure it stays that way,” he commands as he takes another step away from me. He abruptly turns and walks towards the window. What? That’s it? This is as far as it’s going to go? Why am I suddenly overcome with disappointment? “If I find a guy at your window again, I’m going to tell your father.” What the hell?
I’m instantly consumed with rage. How dare he come over here, scare off Brad, give me the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had, and then walk away as if nothing happened?
“Fuck you, Carter Reynolds,” I spit. I reach down and pick up one of my shoes off the floor, throwing it at him. It hits him square in the back of the head. Bullseye. Take that you bastard.
He laughs as he reaches up and rubs his head before jumping down off the windowsill and disappearing into the darkness. The fact that he finds this humorous only makes me angrier. Arsehole.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Carter
When I headed over to her place earlier, I was fuming. Ready to tear that fucker a new arsehole. Now I’m leaving with a huge motherfucking smile on my face. Well, I might be smiling, but my cock isn’t. Crazy. Everything about her makes me fucking crazy. Christ it was hard to walk away from her just now. It took every ounce of strength I had.
I never intended for that to happen. It was the last thing I expected. When I had her pinned up against the wall, my hand roughly holding her face, her cheeks slightly squashed making her sexy-as-hell lips pucker, I had to kiss her.
Those delicious lips of hers will be the death of me. And now I have the memory of her pussy to contend with. The way she moved when my fingers were deep inside her. Those little fucking noises she made when I brought her undone. No woman has ever had me as turned on as much as she just did. What I wanted to do was sink my cock into that heavenly pussy of hers. She would’ve let me, too. I know it.
When she admitted nobody had touch her that way, it not only made me happy, but it also confirmed that I couldn’t screw her. As much as I would like to be her first, it should be with someone special. Someone that’s going to treasure her like she deserves. That’s not me. I’m only out for a good time. Nothing more.
After I jump through my bedroom window, I head straight to the shower. I’m gonna have to do something I haven’t done since I was fifteen. Flog my log. If I don’t get rid of this boner I’ll never get to sleep tonight.
Going by the shoe she threw at the back of my head last night, I kind of figured she wouldn’t be waiting for a lift this morning. I knock on her front door just in case. When she doesn’t answer, I jump in the car and head towards the bus stop. She will be riding to school with me this morning, whether she likes it or not.
“Get in the car,” I demand when I pull up beside her.
“I don’t think so,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes. Christ, I love her attitude, but this free bus stop entertainment for all the onlookers has got to stop.
“Are you going to make me count again?” I sigh in frustration. This shit is getting old. She’s not alone at the bus stop this morning, but if she thinks it’s going to stop me from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her arse in the car again, she’s mistaken.