Carlos and Maven (It's Time Book 1)

by ChaShiree M.

  I look around the table and see, my sisters also look as if they somehow just have been given a death sentence. I want so much to ask them what they are thinking and tell them my thoughts, but I don’t.

  “Well girls. Say something. Is this awesome or what?” And now I feel like shit for not being happy. Damn it.

  “Thank you so much dad. I don’t know what to say.”

  To you or to Carlos. For sure I am not going to tell him anytime soon. I am going to wait until the very last second. Shit.

  Fuck my life.

  5

  Carlos

  This week has been the longest week of my life. I haven’t seen Maven once and my cock is not happy. She has been laden down with the various charities she volunteers at. It doesn’t help that I had to go out of town for three days. If it weren’t for the fact that I want to wine and dine her and treat her like the queen she is, I would say fuck ‘date night’, slid her down my cock and not let her off it for the whole damn night.

  When I talked to her last night and asked her where she wanted to go, she picked Francesca’s. I was impressed by the choice, but annoyed at the same time. This restaurant is for the well-connected. Therefore, no doubt I am going to run into people I know and this will prolong our dinner and my access to her pussy.

  I take a deep breath as I get out the car to go to her front door. I was surprised when she said I could pick her up from her house, until Phil mentioned that Xavier was going to be in the office late going over the contracts from our Singapore deal. I won’t lie and say it doesn’t grate my nerves that she is still hiding us. Jabbing the bell harder than I mean to, I shake my arms out trying to calm the varying emotions going through them. I almost succeed until she comes to the door.

  “Maven. Christ. You’re beautiful. I missed you baby. Kiss me.”

  “I missed you too. Shall we go?” She thinks she’s slick. Fuck that shit.

  “I said kiss me Maven. Right here. Right now.” I walk further onto the step, backing her up into the door. When she is against it, I put both of my arms above her head, trapping her there.

  “Carlos please. Let’s just go.”

  “I am not moving from this spot, until you kiss me. Or should I fuck you right here against the door, out in the open for everyone to see. Your nosy ass neighbors calling your father telling him his 17 year old daughter is getting nailed on his manicured lawn. Is that what you want me to do? Because I am not above marking you right here and now.”

  “Carlos……” she whispers, legs rubbing together. I smell her desire as my words run through her body, serenading her with the promises of things to come. Looking in my eyes, she sees the truth of just how far I am willing to go. On her tiptoes, she wraps her arms around my neck and any semblance of control I had snaps. I lift her, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.

  “Fuck I missed your juicy cunt. Is it wet? Is this pussy dripping for me Maven?” My hands are already under her dress, rubbing across the irrelevant material she is using to keep me from my pussy. Pulling the soaked material to the side, my knuckles run up and down her slit, making sure to pay special attention to her naughty button.

  “Carlos. Oh shit. Yes. We should go inside…..”

  “You’re right baby. I should go inside.” With my pants unzipped I am inside her before the word leaves my mouth.

  “CARLOS!!! So good. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Her words spur me. I rut into her over and over. Knowing our time is limited right now and I am pushing the limits.

  “What the hell do you think I’m doing? I was fucking with myself thinking I could go all night without you wrapped around me. The fuck I look like. I own this pussy. You understand? Say it.”

  “Yes. You own it. Only you. Oh shit. Right there...that's it.” As she races toward the finish line, I run my thumb over her clit, over and over making sure she comes first.

  “My pussy. My woman. Anytime. Anyplace. Tell me I can have you whenever I want. Say it Maven. I’m losing my mind, not having you every day and night.” I pump my cock into her over and over, angle be damned. I hear her head hitting the door, but I can’t bring myself to care. All I care about is the sound of her moans and begging. About her tight pussy squeezing the shit out of my cock, pulling my release from me. About the jizz, pooling itself inside my balls, about to coat her pussy and breed my baby into her, tying her to me in every way possible.

  “I love you baby. And I am going to love the baby I put inside you. CUM!!!”

  “I love you too. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” She cums, raining down on my balls. We know we are pushing our luck. Her legs move down as she straightens herself out and I myself. Kissing her head, we walk hand in hand to the car.

  “You know that was dumb right? My dad could have come home at any time.” She laments as we cruise along Savannah Ave.

  “Don’t you think I fucking know that? How the hell do you think I feel sneaking around? I am a grown fucking man Maven. I don’t relish hiding like a pedophile or something. You yourself told me it is legal here. So why the FUCK am I being reduced to the shadows?”

  “I don’t like it either. But...but my dad is not an easy man. He kept us under lock and key all this time. You haven’t wondered why you never met us before now? He has been an overbearing bull since my mom left. Scared to let us out of his sight. He is taking the cuffs off so to speak, but I don’t want to push him.”

  “So where does that leave me?”

  “Carlos please. Look. We have the whole night. I told dad I was staying with a friend for the night. We can either spend it fighting, or…..” I hate to admit it, but she has a point.

  “You’re right. Eat up buttercup. You’re going to need your strength.”

  6

  Maven

  I have been agonizing over telling Carlos about Europe for a week now. Almost to the point of being sick. I genuinely don’t know what to do. It’s like being stuck between the life you are supposed to live and the one you want to live. I almost told Sky about everything, but stopped. I didn’t want to put her in the position of having to lie or withhold information from dad. No. For this, I am going to have to call Callie. I pick up the phone to call the only person I would ever consider my bestie. The only girl in the world I took to the minute we met in third grade. We don’t talk often because she bounces back and forth from her mom's place here and her dads in New York.

  “Hey girlie. Haven’t heard from you in a week. What’s been going on?” She’s right. I’m either with Carlos, or thinking about him every chance I get.

  “What bull you talking now? You know you have been too busy with your mystery man to give me the time of day. When are you finally going to spill the beans on that?”

  “Uh...there’s nothing to tell. He doesn’t see me. Like really see me. To him, I’m just some simple little teenage girl to him. He thinks I’m flighty and unfocused. I don't know. Maybe he is right.”

  “I call bullshit. He can’t know you if he thinks that. You are so smart and more focused than anyone I have ever met. Wait...I thought you said you two spent a night together?”

  “We did. He saved me after a not so smart attempt at helping someone and one thing led to another. I mean I have always felt this way for him. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he felt the same. But in the morning, he was so cold. He said he was just hard up for pussy after being so busy with work.” Douchebag.

  “I’m sorry Callie. Forget him. He doesn't deserve you.”

  “It’s ok. Now worries. It’s been 12 weeks already. You’d think I was over it. But, anyway, something made you call me. How can I be of service?” This is why I love her. Callie always finds it in herself to be there for everyone in her life, even when she needs someone. She volunteers at a women’s shelter for domestic violence victims three times a week. She feeds the homeless. She is...well...everything. Sweet, kind, funny and loyal.

  “Dad bought us a trip around Europe for the summer. Carlos has made it very clear what he wants for this relationship and
I just...I'm not sure how to tell him about the trip. I mean he is already upset that I haven’t told my dad about us. He doesn’t get it. You know.”

  “Maven, tell him. Secrets serve no purpose. It will make it worse. Just tell Carlos the truth. Tell him as soon as you come back from Europe you will tell your dad.”

  “But the thing is, as soon as we come back, I am supposed to be leaving for college. I mean this is impossible.” I thought I knew exactly what my life was going to be. But one look at him that day and I am questioning everything I thought I wanted out of life.

  “Well, you know how I feel about it. Trust me. You don’t want to be like me. Holding this enormous secret inside you while it grows bigger and bigger and you’re all alone.” Ok. That sounded ominous.

  “Callie? What’s going on? Is there something I don’t know?”

  “Nah. Don’t worry about it. Listen, I have to go. Just know, I am here for you. Do you still need me to cover for you on Fridays?”

  “Yeah. I look forward to date night now. I mean the last one was a bit of a disaster with the argument and all, but I still would rather be with him arguing, than not at all. You know?”

  “Yeah. I know.” She says faintly. My heart is aching for her right now, thinking of how heartbroken she must be. We should really make a plan for a girls night sometime soon, but every time I try to get together to see her, she always begs off feigning one reason or another. At this rate I haven’t seen my best friend in three months and it is just ludicrous considering she only lives an hour away when she is here.

  “Well, I love you girlie. I’m here if you need me.”

  “I know. I love you too wild child.”

  As we hang up the phone, I feel like I am missing something obvious. Something I just can't seem to put my finger on. Life sucks sometimes.

  7

  Carlos

  3 Weeks Later

  Something is up with her. She has been distant the past three weeks. Pensive. Secretive. The only time she has been herself and by that I mean, spirited, passionate and fully involved, is when I am balls deep inside her. When I have her under me, sawing my cock inside her tight pussy, making her weep my name over and over. Only then is she pliant, mouthy and thinking about nothing but where I am going to unleash my cum.

  There is no doubt that she occupies my every thought. However, as I am driving right now to pick her up from the soup kitchen she is volunteering at, the only thing I am thinking of is getting her to tell me what has been upsetting her.

  She walks out of the building laughing and talking to someone but as soon as she sees me leaning against the car, her whole demeanor changes. Now I know, she is hiding something.

  “Hey baby. How was The Mission?” It’s what they call the organization that she volunteers with.

  “It was good. How was work?” She asks, but the look on her face is anything but interested. She is sitting inside the car, hands fidgeting, legs shaking, chewing on the bottom of her lip. I am done with this shit. Deciding I am not waiting any longer to get to the bottom of this, I pull off into the parking lot of a forest preserve.

  “Carlos...what's going on? Why are we here?” she asks looking around.

  “Never mind where we are. Spill it. What the hell has been going on with you the past few weeks? I know you’re keeping something from me and I am done with that shit. I told you when your virgin blood was staining my cock that you belonged to me. So secrets can suck my dick. Now tell me.” Her poor lip is so red from her chewing on it and now her face is flushed with worry. Eyes holding back tears. The adrenaline in my body is poised, for whatever it is. I am going to eliminate the thing that has her so upset. That is my job.

  “My dad bought my sisters and I tickets for a trip around Europe this summer. We leave in a week.” What the fuck? Europe. Like that’s going to happen.

  “NO!” Over my motherfucking dead body. See, this is why I have been trying to breed her.

  “What do you mean no? Carlos, you have no right to tell me I can’t……”

  “Shut your fucking mouth Maven. I have every right. I told you when I broke you that you belonged to me now. I told you. I am not one of these little boys following you around like some lost puppy. I am a fully grown man who knows what I want.” My vision is hazy I am so pissed. I need to be inside her. Right now.

  “Take your pants off.” I command as I am unbuckling my pants. She falters a bit but does as she is told, licking her lips because she needs this as much as I do. As soon as her pants are on the floor of the car I life her out of her seat and impale her on my cock.

  “CARLOS!”

  “Shut the fuck up.” I growl as I lift and drop her over and over. Fuck she is so tight. No matter how much I stuff myself inside her, she never stretches. Fucking golden pussy.

  “You feel that? You want to go to Europe and leave this cock baby? What are you going to do over there when your spoiled little snatch is begging for me? Huh?”

  “Too much...it’s too much..please…..Oh yes.” I rut inside her, using force and power to drive her out of her mind. I want her so crazed for it, she needs it night and day. I lift her up and pop her off my cock, her soaking wet pussy dripping over my thigh.

  “Don’t stop. I love you. Carlos...don’t stop.” Fucking cry baby.

  Pop

  Obscene wet noise it makes when it seat her on it again.

  “Bounce baby. Bounce that juicy pussy on it. Oh fuck yeah. I love your sticky pussy. So horny. I bet you need to come don’t you.” She squeezes me as she bounces up and down. I lift her hips and pop her off again.

  “Stop teasing me. Carlos please. I need to come. Oh god. Make it stop Carlos.”

  Instead of putting her back on my dick, I pull her nipples admiring the way they bead and harden for me.

  “Oooooooo……” she moans, rocking her greedy cunt back and forth across my thigh trying to find her release. I stroke my cock, he is pissed at me as well. Feeling her juice covering me, so sticky my hands have a hard time moving up and down my rod. Watching her so blissed out, eyes hooded, face flushed, tits hard, she looks every bit my wanton woman. MY fucking woman. Getting angry all over again, I seat her completely on my cock, and use my thumb to rub her clit as rope after rope of cum jet out of me, provoked by the anger. So much is spouting inside her, that I can feel it sliding back down my cock.

  “Carloooooooos...yessssssss!” We sit there for a few minutes, holding each other knowing nothing was resolved but too pissed and upset to say anything else. I drop her off at home and go back to the office. On my way in I ignore everyone in my path because I am too wound up. When I make it to my office, I can no longer contain the rage. The thought of losing her, not seeing her, not being with her is too much to take.

  “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” I yell throwing everything off my desk.

  “Carlos. What the hell?” Phil and Gray hear the commotion.

  “Fucking Xavier is sending Maven and her sisters to Europe for the summer. I will go out of my mind if I can’t be with her. FUCK!!!!” I notice they haven’t said anything or moved. I turn and they both have the look of death in their eyes.

  “You gonna let her go?”

  “Not if I can help it.”

  “Then fucking stop it. Get your woman and don’t let her go. Fuck everything else.”

  They both walk out of the office and I am left wondering. What the hell was that about?

  8

  Maven

  Something about this date feels different. Carlos and I have gone out almost every Friday night since we started seeing one another. Sometimes we sneak in a date during the week. He called me yesterday and told me that we were going to the opera tonight. I couldn’t have been more excited. I told him last week that I wanted to see Madame Butterfly. Well apparently it is playing at the Atlanta Opera House.

  My morning has been spent getting buffed, polished, waxed and my hair done. I have had this gorgeous A-Line Princess Off-the-Shoulder Floor-Length Tulle Evening Dress
With Appliqué Lace in red. The coup de gras is the thigh high slits on both sides of the dress. I have plans for those slits tonight. Let’s just say underwear optional. Even now, alone in my room, the blush is evident. Something about knowing we are going to be high up, on a private balcony, in the dark, makes my pussy hungry. Right now she is opening and closing, grasping at air looking for the cock that makes her scream.

  The problem is, no matter how excited I am for tonight, I am also wary. I know that the conversation will be had about Europe and it will end the way it always does. With him angry and me crying. The only difference being, this time, we might not have the time to make up. I am set to leave in two days. My eyes mist over as I think about leaving him. God, I don’t want to. But the alternative is more than I can take. I am nowhere near ready for my father to find out.

  “Get a grip Maven.“ I chide myself as I wipe my eyes careful not to destroy the makeup. We will find a way through this. We love each other. And in the end, love always wins. Right?

  Ding dong

  Well, here goes nothing. I walk as calmly as I can to the front door and be still my young heart. Holy shit!! I have seen him in a suit of course but never a tux. Someone pour some water on me. I’m overheating.

  “Shit baby. You look gorgeous. Every man and their father is going to be eye-fucking you tonight. Bastards are lucky we will be in the dark most of the time.” He pulls me into his arms and when our mouths meet, I feel my whole body swoon as his tongue tangos with mine. We spend at least a minute, trying to suck each other’s face off. When I am sufficiently out of breath and pulsating with need, he puts me in the car and off we are.

  “So how was your week baby?”

  “Good. I went out with some friends from school for one last hurrah and had a good time. What about you?”