Man of the House(36)

“We should back away,” he said softly, looking at me.

Before I could answer, there was a buzzing sound in the distance. Carter perked up and looked around, his eyes wide. The buzzing wasn’t too loud or too near, but it was distinct enough that we could both hear it clearly.

“What’s that?” I asked him.

“Drone.”

“One of ours?”

He shook his head. “Can’t say.”

“What should we do?”

“Come on, follow me.”

He stood up and took my hand, dragging me along with him. We walked quickly, nearly at a run, as the buzz got louder. He took me over to the pool-house, a little shed not too far away. He threw open the door and dragged me inside, throwing the door shut behind us as he pressed me up against a wall, his arms wrapped around me.

My breath came fast and ragged. At some point during our escape, my towel had fallen off, and I was pressed against him wearing just my bikini top and bottom. His suit was wet from my body where I was held against him. The sound of the buzzing slowly receded, and we never actually saw the drone.

He slowly looked toward me, and it became intensely apparent that we were pressed closed together in a dark, private space, both of us breathing deeply. We had just dodged something, though neither of us knew what it was, but the specter of danger was still hot in the air.

More than that, the memory of his body in the Turkish bath was still fresh in my mind. The hurt I felt the night before was still there as well, but it wasn’t so bad now that I understood what he was trying to do. Maybe he hadn’t gone about it very well, but he did have my best interest in mind at least.

“Seems that we always find ourselves in these situations,” he said softly.

“What situation is that?”

“Compromising.”

I stared at him for a second, my mouth hanging open, until he kissed me.

It was stupid, so damn stupid, and we both knew it. We had just ran into a pool-house together because we were afraid of some malicious and evil force that was out to get us. We didn’t even know if that buzz was a good drone or a bad one, and more likely than not it was a good one. Still, we clearly both were afraid of whoever wrote the notes, and we both knew that we shouldn’t be anywhere near each other.

Instead, I unbuckled his belt as he kissed me.

Excitement pulsed through my veins, hotter and deeper than anything before. This was so damn wrong on so many levels, but for some reason that only made it that much hotter. What the hell was I doing, unbuttoning his pants and reaching down into his boxer briefs? His cock was hard as hell as I started to stroke him, not being slow or gentle.

He kissed my neck, grunting, his hands on my body. He pulled up my top and teased my nipples as he shoved his other hand down my bottoms, finding my soaking wet pussy.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as his fingers pressed inside me. He wasn’t being gentle, either. There was an unspoken intensity between us, and we both knew what we wanted. We didn’t have time to be gentle and nice and we both knew it. If we wanted this, we had to take it.

And Carter was going to take it. He pressed me harder against the wall, lips on my nipples as he pressed his fingers deep inside of me. I gasped and moaned as he teased my clit then fucked me with his fingers, sliding them in and out, lips kissing my breasts.

“I knew you were a bad girl,” he said softly. “But maybe I didn’t now how bad.”

“Shit. We both know this is wrong.”

“Very wrong,” he agreed, his fingers deep inside of me. He pinned my one hand back over my shoulder with his other hand. “Very fucking wrong.”

“It’s stupid,” I said, half-moaning.

“But you’re not going to stop me.”

“No,” I gasped.

He pulled his other hand out of my bottoms and quickly untied them. My bottoms dropped to the ground as he hooked my legs under his arms, lifting me into the air and shoving me back against the wall.

I gasped, surprised as how easily he lifted me. His pants were half-off and his cock was hard as hell as he pressed himself inside of me, lowering me down along his hard shaft.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned as he thrust deep inside of me. I was pressed against the wall, my arms around his neck, his cock deep inside of me.

“That’s right,” he said. “This is what I should have done last night. I should have ripped off that lingerie and fucked that tight cunt with my tongue until you were screaming for my cock.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “You should have.”

“Instead, I’m going to fuck you right here. Punish you for running away.”

“Shit, yes. Punish me.”

He fucked me hard and rough, slamming into me, supporting my body against the wall. It was hot and rough and fast, almost the opposite of what it was like in the bath. He wasn’t trying to butter me up or take things slow, he was simply fucking my body and taking me.