She raked her hands through the hair on the back of my head as our kiss deepened. Our tongues lashed together while my hands slid under her ass to keep her upright. I continued to grind, each slow rotation drawing another quiet moan from Carla's core.
I set her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and her hands went to my belt buckle. She made quick work of it and the button of the jeans below, dragging them down to reveal my manhood, half-hardened already. Even from above, I could see her eyes light up when she saw the size of it.
She took me into her hand and looked up in wonder at my face. "I've never seen one this big before," she murmured in a daze.
I grinned. "Take your time, then, babe. It's a lot to handle."
She nodded and looked back down at my stiffening cock. She wrapped two hands around the shaft and began to slowly stroke. After a couple of seconds, she lowered her mouth to the tip and took me carefully between her lips. She sucked gently, sliding farther and farther down with each steady pump, until she was engulfing as much of my manhood as she could handle in her mouth. The wet slurp of her sucking filled the room, along with her low moans as she licked up and down my length.
I closed my eyes and let my hands fall to the back of her head. She had increased her speed until she was bobbing up and down at a fast clip, stopping every now and then to suckle my balls and lick from base to tip. I felt the urge to come growing deep within my balls. I'd be damned if I was about to bust my nut in this girl's mouth. I wanted the whole damn enchilada.
Seizing her arm, I pulled her roughly to her feet. My dick fell out of her mouth with a wet pop, followed quickly by a surprised yelp as I spun her around to face away from me, grabbed a handful of her jeans on either side, and yanked down hard.
The button of her pants flew off easily with the strength of my tug. I heard it pinging around the room, but I didn't give a fuck. I saw in the dim light that she was wearing a black thong. I thought about ripping that off, too, but I decided to say fuck it and just shoved it aside. I pushed a hand between her shoulder blades and she bent over to rest her hands on the shelving that lined the back wall.
I licked my fingers and reached forward to rub her pussy. She was dripping wet already, and spread wide for me. "You ready to take all of this?" I growled.
She moaned and nodded. I thrust aside the thong, pressed the head of my cock against her opening, and shoved myself in.
Carla let out a long, multifaceted whimper at the first stroke. I went slowly, letting her tunnel mold to the thickness of my erection, but I moved forward relentlessly. I felt her juices flowing around me as she tightened and clamped down. When I had gone as deep as I could, I reversed direction and pulled almost all the way out. Her body clung to me like she didn't want me to leave her. Hell, I didn't want to go either.
Right when I was almost out of her, I threw my weight forward and slammed back in. She was ready for a lot, but the savageness of my stroke still caught her by surprise. She jolted forward and another moan trickled out.
I began to rock my hips hard back and forth. My cock was steel hard, pounding in and out of her greedy cunt. I reached forward to seize a handful of her hair and pull it towards me so that she arched her back and made the angle of our fucking even better. I slid the other hand over her hips and between her legs to jiggle her clit as I fucked fast and furious.
"Oh, Jesus," she whimpered. "Don't fucking stop."
"I'm not stopping until I fill you with my cum," I answered between pants. The objects on the shelf rattled from the force of my thrusts as they passed through Carla's body. She put one foot up on a lower shelf to let me drive deeper into her. Her intermittent moans had become a steady stream of "Ohh … " that reverberated around the room.
The edge was getting closer and closer. Heat was building up in my balls. It was ready to come out. Part of me wanted to empty everything I had into this girl's hot pussy, but the tiny rational piece of my brain still operating suggested that was a bad idea. Shit, I was nowhere near ready to be a father, and I sure as hell wasn't about to choose this broad as the mother of my children, although the idea of telling my future kids that they were conceived doggystyle in a supply closet did make me laugh.
"I'm ‘bout to fucking come," I roared.
Carla waited a few strokes more, then pivoted and dropped to her knees to take the head of my cock back in her mouth. She held one hand on my balls and used the other to stroke the cum out of me as I climaxed. I emptied hot rope after rope of cum into her eager mouth. She sucked furiously until there was nothing left, then fell back against the shelving and wiped her mouth, jeans still puddled around her ankles. Her hair was a mess but her eyes were still glowing with savage desire. She looked like she'd been run over by a train and loved every second of it.
She looked up at me. "Now I see what those townie girls are after."
I grinned. "Damn right," I said. "Nothing else comes close."
Chapter 4
Corinne
It didn't take long before my night took a sudden turn for the worse. The first hour or two with James, Santiago, and Chris were a freaking blast. We were drinking, dancing in the booth, and laughing together. They were funny and charming, quick to pour us drinks as soon as we were getting close to empty. Chris, especially, seemed to be interested in me. He had traded spots with Kendall and was sitting to my right. Every time I laughed at one of his jokes or said something he agreed with, he would touch me lightly on the thigh and look straight into my eyes with a serious, if mysterious, expression on his face.
I looked across the booth and saw Santiago clashing tongues with Kendall. Seated next to them, Lily and James were locked deep in a serious conversation. Their foreheads were touching and when I glanced down at Lily's lap, I saw James' fingertips dancing ever so slowly up towards the bottom hem of her dress.
"Everything alright?" Chris asked me. He seemed genuinely concerned. Then again, with the lights and the music and the alcohol clouding my judgment, it was hard to tell. "You look a little scared all the sudden. Don't worry; I'm not the boogeyman." He grinned, flashing his white teeth at me, but all of the sudden I felt nauseous and itchy. I felt an overpowering urge just to get the hell out of there. I didn't know where it had come from or why; after all, the guys had been nothing but perfect gentlemen since the moment we'd walked up. Not to mention the fact that Chris was seriously cute. But my head was swimming and I needed to get away from the noise and the lights.
"I'm fine," I told him. I stood up as quickly as I could without seeming rude. "I just need to go to the bathroom." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kendall break her kiss with Santiago and look at me. She hurriedly grabbed Lily and they scurried after me as I walked down the stairs, leaning hard on the railing for support.
They caught up with me at the bottom of the steps. "You okay?" Kendall asked.
"I'm fine," I repeated. "I just wanted to get away for a second. It was … a lot to handle." The music was blaring loud. I couldn't think straight.
"C'mon," Lily said, wrapping her fingers between mine reassuringly. "Let's go to the bathroom." We snaked around the edge of the dancefloor towards the back hallway where the bathrooms were. The low red lights set in sconces on the wall were a welcome change of pace from the neon beams scything through the dancefloor. As we stepped around the corner and the music dropped a notch, I loosed a huge sigh of relief.
Lily held open the door of the bathroom to let me in. I walked over to a sink and ran my hands under the faucet. I tapped my wet fingertips against my forehead and behind my ears. The coolness of the water felt so good on my feverish skin. I didn't even realize how hot it had been in there until I came in here and was able to draw in a full, deep breath for what felt like the first time in hours.
Kendall laid a hand on the small of my back. She winked at me in the mirror. "Chris is super into you," she advised.
I blushed and looked down. "Whatever," I murmured.
"No," she protested, "I'm serious! He can't keep his eyes off you."
"And Santiago can't keep his tongue off of you," I said back.
She laughed and smacked me lightly on the shoulder. "Whatever, he's cute. Let me have my fun."
Lily finished in the stall and joined us. "Chris loves you!" she chirped as she washed her hands.
"That's what I was just saying," said Kendall.
"Leave me alone, both of you."
"Aw, c'mon, Corinne, lighten up a little bit. We're having fun, aren't we?"
"Yeah, aren't we?"
I sighed. They were probably right. I'd been having fun up until I started psyching myself out. The fact was, Daddy's words were ringing in the back of my head despite how hard I was trying to ignore them. I really was sick of him always being so overly cautious all the time. But at the same time, I felt like he really did know what he was talking about. If he was worried about something, I should probably take his advice and be cautious.
This - drinking shot after shot with three boys we had never met before - definitely didn't fall under the "Being Cautious" category, despite how nice they might seem. In spite of the warmth flooding my body, there was no denying the cold tingle of fear. If something happened and my dad's warning turned out to be warranted, I would feel like a big idiot.