by Goode, Ella
“What do you want to eat?” he asks again. “I’m holding on by a tiny string here, Mallory. I need to feed you then I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours. Your taste on my tongue is sweet torture. So please put me out of my misery and tell me what you want.”
I pretend to think for a minute before I give him my honest answer. “Not hungry.” This time I reach over, putting my hand on his thigh. I notice the bulge in his pants and lick my lips. “For food anyways.” I feel the muscle tighten under my touch. The car begins accelerating faster from the action. My body is craving something else. Carter. I want to be in his bed. The car still smells of sex even if we haven’t gotten to that actual part yet. It’s still thick in the air. My body hums with need. The one orgasm he gave me only took off the edge. My body craves more pleasure and I know Carter can give it to me.
Carter may be feeling a little on edge but for once I’m not. Him dropping to his knees in front of me in that bus station and saying the things he did made me give him all my trust. Ironically Carter being a dick was actually showing me how different I am to him. I feel at ease now that I’m near him again. I still worry about what the consequences of my past actions will mean for him but I try to push that to the side for tonight. I want Carter and after his declaration at the bus stop, I know he feels the same. I’m no longer going to act shy about what I want because I know sex with Carter is going to be out of this world. He wouldn't have it any other way. Even if for some crazy reason it is awkward because neither one of us has done it before, I know Deuce is going to put his everything into making it good for me. After all, it’s what he’s been doing all along. It’s all so clear to me now. He’s made me stronger and I’m not sure he even knows it. For the first time in my life, he’s made me feel wanted and cared for.
“I’m going to pull this car up to the house. You’re going to get out of the car and go upstairs to our bed. I want you in nothing but my jersey.” His hand reaches over to cup my pussy through my pants. “With your gorgeous legs spread for me. I’m going to eat that sweet pussy again before I fuck you.” His words cause my cheeks to pinken a bit. Even though he has me all worked up, I still caught on to when he called it our bed.
“I’ve heard the girls at school say you don’t let anyone touch your jersey. Won’t even let them sell them. Something about you being superstitious.” I figure that I’ll poke him a little. Plus I enjoy being different to him. That I am something special to him and no rules apply to me.
“You blew all my superstitions to hell when you decided to sleep in my car and eat my damn candy bar.” I laugh at the memory of his facial expression when he saw me eating his precious candy in his fancy-ass car. “I used to think everything had to be perfect and I made all of these ridiculous rules in order to distance myself from all the bullshit that goes on. As soon as you opened that smart mouth of yours, I knew my life was about to change. The day you climbed into my car was the luckiest day of my life.”
If someone had told me a week ago that Carter was going to be saying the sweetest things to me, I would have called them bat shit crazy. Yet, here he is opening himself up to me. I’ve been doing the same. I want to open everything about myself to him. Have a closeness that neither of us have had with anyone else. If I’m reading this right maybe the only person we’ll ever share this with. My heart flutters at the idea. I know we’re young but I can easily see a life with Carter. My Deuce.
“Drive faster, Deuce,” are the only words I can manage to get out. My need for him is growing by the second.
The car comes to a screeching halt and I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out. I practically run into Carter's house. I can hear him closing the door to the car. I open the front door and make my way to the bedroom. Sadness hits me for a second when I realize that I almost didn’t get to have this experience with him. I hurriedly strip off my clothes and shoes. I make sure to put his jersey on and I climb into our bed. That thought has me feeling safe and happy. I push the jersey up and spread my legs, nervously waiting for Carter to enter the room. My entire body tingles with anticipation.
“Deuce,” I call out as he walks into the bedroom. I hear him suck in a deep breath. His eyes run all over me before he reaches behind him, pulling his shirt off over his head.
“When I’m inside you”—he pauses for a second—“you call me Carter,” he warns.
“We’ll see.” I smirk before he’s all over me.
Chapter 25
Carter
“I’m wet,” she says with a half-embarrassed whisper as I climb on top of her.
“Yeah, so? You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’re supposed to be wet.” I kiss her eyes and then her cheeks and then along her jaw line. Her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Is there anything I could say where you would be like, ‘no, gross’?”
I pause in mid-kiss and pretend to consider this for a second. “Nope. I like you dirty and clean, wet and sweaty and”—inspiration strikes—“everything in between.”
I grin while she rolls her eyes.
“Please tell me you didn’t just rhyme.”
“I know. I’m pretty great, aren’t I?” I reach between my legs and test her readiness. I’m about to show her how great I really am.
“Deuce, you’re silly.”
I half snort. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
A smile dances across her lips. “I like that there’s a side of you that only I see.”
“You’re the only one I care about. The only one I love. Now hold on because I’m about to make love to you.” I almost said fuck, but that’s not what we’re about to do. Our bodies are going to have a communion. I take my cock in my hand and guide it to her tender, vulnerable opening.
She sucks in a breath. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
“Sure it is.” I try to project a little confidence here despite my own doubts. My two fingers felt snug inside her cunt and my cock’s a lot bigger than two fingers. Just looking at how big it is between her legs is both ratcheting up my arousal and making me wonder whether this is gonna work out. What if I hurt her? What if I lose control and she doesn’t enjoy it? Should we wait? I can eat her out, finger her until she’s not so tight and tiny.
I swallow and slide the tip against her juices. It feels amazing. I can’t wait. “I’m gonna make it good for you,” I say in a guttural tone. “I promise.”
Her eyes shine with trust. I position myself at her lush opening and watch as the broad head of my cock parts her swollen cunt lips. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My eyeballs roll into the back of my head. Pressure sits at the base of my spine. I’m gonna explode. Keep it together, Carter. Keep it together.
“You okay?” I choke out.
Mallory rubs her lips together and gives me a brief nod. “You’re just so...big.”
My dick swells and my cum turns into liquid lava. “No talking,” I growl.
“I’m sorry but you are. Your...dick feels huge and you have just the tip inside!”
My self-control is about to slip from my already weak grip. If she talks about my size one more time, I’m not going to be able to handle it. “No talking,” I order sharply. “You don’t get to say anything but my name. Got it?”
Her eyes grow wide and a mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Okay, Carter.”
That’s a mistake. My name on her lips when she’s spread out like a feast, naked on my bed, with my cock head wet from her cunt? It’s a mistake. I fall on her, claiming her mouth at the same time that I claim her body. This cunt is mine. This mouth is mine. These tits are mine. It’s all mine. I ravage her mouth, swallow her screams, meet each upthrust and swirl of her hips with my own lunges. She tightens around me, squeezing my cock like a vise.
I can’t hold back. “Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.” It’s half an order, half a plea.
She throws her head back and with nails digging in sharply on my shoulders, she creams, pulsing her juice al
l over my cock, making her channel slippery and hot and tight all at the same time. I pound into her, balls deep, until my own orgasm overtakes me. My cum splashes inside of her, mixing with her arousal, filling her up until it overflows.
Spent, I collapse on the bed, throwing my body to the side at the last minute so I don’t crush her. She curls into me, her frame still shuddering from the aftershocks. I reach between her legs and slowly insert my fingers into her sensitive channel.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, trying to squirm out of reach.
I hold her close and kiss her sweaty neck. “Wanna make sure this was good for you.” My words are slurred and I’m feeling drowsy. We’ve had a hell of a night but I want to make sure she remembers it with good feelings.
“It was good for me,” she says but she drapes a leg over my thigh, opening herself up for my touch.
“Not great?” I tease, withdrawing to spread her slickness over her cunt lips and up to the tiny clit that is poking its head up, wanting attention.
“It was great.”
“It was great, Carter.”
Her laugh changes to a moan the minute I pinch her clit but she doesn’t say the words.
I tease her then, circling her clit, rubbing her lips. Her hips writhe as she tries to position herself so my digits slide inside of her. My fingers dance around, tracing a path around her secret entry and then skipping back to tease her clit.
“Come on,” she whines, wriggling in need.
“I didn’t hear the magic words.” My dick is getting thick again and sleep doesn’t seem like something my body needs anymore. I lift her leg higher and rub my cockhead over her sensitive cunt.
“Yes,” she hisses in anticipation, but instead of plunging inside of her, I use my dick to tease her more even though I’m dying to slide my cock into her dripping pussy. “You’re being mean,” she declares after I’ve eluded her yet another time.
Her lower lip pops out adorably. I scoot forward and bite down on the plump flesh before taking her mouth again with mine. Our tongues duel and so do our bodies as she tries to mount me and I try to avoid her. Finally she pushes me on my back and straddles my thighs.
“You are great, Carter,” she finally says. “Now make it even greater and fuck me!”
Chapter 26
Mallory
I lean on the side of Deuce’s car as he kisses me deeply.
“I’ll be thirty minutes,” he tells me when he pulls his mouth from mine. He makes it sound as if thirty minutes is a lifetime. I’m surprised he’s even agreed to let me be alone for that amount of time. I know he’s hesitant. I assured him that I would never leave again but I think it’s going to take a while for him to forget how it felt when he couldn’t find me.
“I’ll be fine,” I reassure him, holding up my new fancy phone that he gave me. I still have to learn the ins and outs of this thing. My last one was destroyed when Carter saw the texts my mom’s boyfriend was sending me. It came to a timely death when it cracked in his hand before he threw it against the wall. The thing pretty much exploded on contact. It was kind of impressive. Now I understand why he is the star quarterback. Not only can he throw, but his aim is on point. He still won’t tell me what the messages said. Guessing by the look on his face I’m not sure I really want to know. I got a I’ll handle it from him. When I tried to ask what he meant by that, he only repeated himself. I let him know that I didn’t want him to do anything stupid or anything that would get him in trouble. Those people aren’t worth it.
I’m not sure how Carter pulled it off but he had a new phone for me immediately. It’s as if it popped out of thin air. It’s probably the fanciest piece of technology that I’ve ever owned. I was about to remind him that my mom’s boyfriend wasn’t worth it and then I decided that Carter can make his own decisions. I am going to let him handle the situation as he sees fit. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but it does feel good to have someone that is finally in my corner. For so long, I could only depend on myself and now that Carter is here, I don’t feel that way anymore. I no longer need to worry about someone hurting me because I know he’ll never let that happen. I know Carter means the words he says. I believe him. I know he will work it out. Aly gave me the same advice. Let Carter do his thing as long as I trusted him and I do.
“Why don’t you wait inside?” He motions back toward the school. It is actually really nice out today. The sun is out and some of the cold has fallen away. I can use the fresh air. Carter didn’t let me come up for any all weekend. Not that I was begging for any. I had to drag myself out of bed this morning to begin with. The only thing that really got me moving was not wanting to miss my morning shower with Carter.
“It’s nice out and I want to enjoy the fresh air. I’m right outside. I’m not going anywhere, Carter,” I say, reminding him that he has nothing to worry about. “Hurry up. I’ll be right here when you are done. The quicker you get in there the faster we can go home.” I smile and wink at him. That seems to pacify him. He leans down and gives me one last kiss before he begins walking into the school building. I watch his fine ass until the door closes and I can’t see him anymore. He has a quick meeting with his coach. There are so many colleges after him from what he’s told me. The coach wanted to sit down with him and talk over all the details.
“Your man with Coach too?” Aly asks. I turn to see her walking toward me. A smile forms on my lips. It’s so nice to have a girlfriend. Someone to share things with.
“Yeah. Yours too, I take it?” Owen has to be. Classes are over for the day and he’s usually attached to Aly. There aren’t many things that he leaves her side for, from what I have seen and Carter has told me. A meeting with the coach would be one of the few exceptions.
“Yep.” She walks over to me. “I love watching you lean up against Carter’s car. Most won’t even walk by it.”
I laugh, holding up the keys. “We can take it for a spin if you want.” He gave me the keys in case I got cold and wanted to wait inside the car.
“I could go for a milkshake before sewing club.” She dons a wicked smile.
“Sewing club?” I laugh. “That’s a thing?”
“Yep. Owen takes it with me.” That makes me laugh even harder. I’m not even remotely shocked that he would enroll in that club to be with her as much as possible.
“That man will do anything to be near you, won’t he?” We both climb into Carter’s car. We buckle our seatbelts and I press the brake and push the button to start the car. The engine roars to life, giving me a taste of the power that it holds. My hands get a little sweaty with excitement. I’ve never driven something so fancy before.
“You sure Carter’s going to be cool with you driving his car?”
I shrug my shoulders, put the car in drive and hit the gas. I think he’ll be more worked up over me leaving and not telling him. It’s not like he won’t know where I am. I watched him flick on the share locations on our phones.
“How do you think Owen will feel that we left?” That’s the real question. When it comes to Carter’s car I can get away with anything. Aly’s eyes shoot to me and I push down on the gas a little harder. “That’s what I thought. We’ll be back before they even know we are missing.” Aly nods her head as we head toward our milkshakes. The car drives like a dream. I can see its appeal. It’s sleek, smooth and powerful, mimicking the attributes of its owner. I can see why Carter is so uptight about caring for it. I’ll never admit that to him because it’s fun giving him a hard time about his precious car.
The thrill quickly dies when I see the red and blue lights behind us. My stomach drops. There isn’t anyone here to protect me this time. I can even see the panic on Aly’s face. I pull over knowing I have no other choice. I swallow that lump that forms in my throat knowing I’m about to lose it all.
Chapter 27
Carter
“There are several media that have requested to be present during signing day.” Coach hands Fast and me a sheet of paper. I don’t even look
at it because there’s nothing more unappealing than sitting in front of a bunch of cameras while doing anything. I just want to play ball and love my girl. Is that too much to ask?
“No thanks.”
“I didn’t think you would be interested but I’m obligated to ask. Owen, what about you?”
“What all does it entail? Would it increase my chances of starting?” He leans forward, eyes scanning the page.
“No one can promise that, son, but publicity isn’t a bad thing. I’d suggest—”
The beeping of my phone sends a faint look of irritation across Coach’s face. He’s used to our complete attention as phones and other devices are strictly prohibited in the locker room and team meetings. I used to have the phone on permanent Do Not Disturb but the season is over and I want to be available to Mallory at all times.
“Sorry,” I say without a speck of remorse, but out of respect for our four years together, I pull the dumb thing out of my pocket and am about to turn it off when I read the message. I grab Fast and drag him to his feet. “Sorry, Coach. We have to run. There’s an actual emergency.”
Coach stands, too. “What is it?”
“Family,” I shout and push a confused Fast ahead of me. “Give me your keys,” I demand.
“What? Why do you want my keys?” he says as I half shove, half haul the wide receiver down the corridor. The man is faster than the wind, but he’s trudging along like I’m hauling him to church.
“Because my car is at the police station.”
“The police station?”
I bust through the double doors. “I think Mallory got picked up while driving my car.” I shove my phone in his face. Thankfully he has good coordination and is able to run and read at the same time.
“Hey, Carter, I think your car got stolen. Good news is cops caught the thief and everyone’s at the station. At least that’s what came off the police scanner.”