Wrong Number: A Forbidden Love Age-Gap Romance

by Iris Trovao

  Part of her wanted to take her time undressing him, pay him back for the delicious torture she’d oh-so-willingly suffered beneath him, but she didn’t have the self control. She was here, on his bed, stark naked, and all she wanted was to see and feel his bare skin against hers.

  She pulled his shirt over his head, threading fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in for another mind-numbing kiss. Except this time, her tits crushed against his bare chest, the soft hair there like silk, teasing her nipples. His arms circled her back, palms flat and holding her tight.

  Her free hand trailed down, curling a finger into the waistband of his pants. Instead of breaking the kiss to work them down his body, she opted to slip her hand inside.

  When she gripped her prize, she took in a sharp breath as he moaned into her mouth. She’d felt the bulge, felt his length pressing against her, but actually wrapping her hand around it, drawing her palm up and down the shaft… His cock was massive.

  It had been a long time since Jolie had anything inside of her. She sucked his lower lip, drawing it between her teeth, delighted as his thick rod twitched in her hand. He was going to tear her in half, and she was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

  He slid a hand down her back and gripped her ass, giving it a good squeeze before curling beneath and lifting her thigh to sling her leg over his hip. She used her calf and free hand to push on his pants, taking his boxers with them. It was an arduous process, but she didn’t want to let go of his magnificent cock to use both hands.

  She stroked his silken shaft as she worked at his pants, swallowing his moans as she finally shoved the fabric down enough to push it away with her feet. He helped her kick it away, then the garments were forgotten, two finally, gloriously naked bodies together.

  Jolie pulled back from their kiss then, wanting to see Carson’s face, his eyes, every reaction to her touch. His cheeks reddened as soon as they parted, and he lowered his gaze.

  “No,” she said hoarsely, cupping his cheek as she continued to pump him, setting a tantalizingly slow pace. “Don’t be shy with me. Don’t be embarrassed with me.” She ran a thumb over his lower lip, the one she’d just had between her teeth, yet another part of his delicious body she’d gotten to know. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

  He met her eyes again, curling a hand beneath her thigh. She keened as he slid a finger into her wet heat, followed quickly by his own breathy moan.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered.

  “And you’re very big,” she whispered back, halting her stroking to give his shaft a squeeze.

  “I am,” he agreed, and something in his husky tone felt like the unraveling of an animal inside of him as he slipped a second finger inside of her.

  She arched against him, the intrusion welcome, though his movements were slow, languid, as if testing her, easing her. “I need you,” she moaned into his ear, gasping as he curled his fingers inside of her. “Please.” The word came out on a cry, desperation in the throaty sound.

  He reached behind him with his free hand, slapping along the nightstand until she vaguely heard the scrape of a drawer. The fingers inside of her didn’t let up, and she rolled her hips, revelling in the slickness, the sound of her arousal brought forth by this man.

  He brought a shiny packet to his mouth, but she snatched it from him, reaching down to grab his wrist. She eased herself from his fingers, shivering as he withdrew, her pussy fluttering as if grasping to keep him inside her.

  “Lay back,” she instructed hoarsely, and he shifted so that he was on his back, head on a plush pillow. He would have been the picture of perfect relaxation except for his hooded eyes and the gigantic cock jutting from his body like a weapon of mass destruction.

  Jolie set the condom packet down on the bed and wrapped both hands around Carson’s shaft. She knew she’d be lucky to get half of the magnificent thing into her mouth, so she had to get creative.

  She met his gaze and smirked, straightening up onto her knees, one on either side of his thigh. She trailed her fingers down her torso to the cleft between her legs, circling her clit before dipping two fingers inside of her wet heat.

  He swallowed hard as he watched her, and she licked her lips as she withdrew, slender digits shining with her own fluids. She gripped his cock again, sliding up and down, spreading herself all over his flesh.

  He let out a strangled noise, hips tensing, and she watched him gleefully. There was something so raw about a man coming completely undone.

  She bent, pressing her lips to the tip as she continued to work her hands, rolling her tongue around the head. The salt of his precum hit her with a delightful tang and she smoothed it over his flesh, deepening the lurid kiss as she took more of him.

  She’d been right—she was only able to get about halfway down before her gag reflex rejected the thick meat probing her throat, but she kept her hands busy as she bobbed her head up and down, tasting each tantalizing inch she could get at. She explored every groove, every vein, pressing the tip of her tongue into the soft spot just beneath the curve of the head.

  “J-Jolie,” Carson groaned, reaching down to cup her face. “I can’t last like this…”

  His cheeks flared, and she released him with a wet pop and a soft smile.

  “Sorry, I just, you want to…” He trailed off his stammering and pressed his lips together.

  “No apologies, doc,” she said, unable to keep herself from preening a bit at having brought him so close. “Thanks for the warning.” She picked up the condom packet and ripped it open, the sound of tearing foil like pulling the wrapping paper from a highly anticipated Christmas present. And oh, what a present this was going to be.

  She settled the rubber over the head of his cock and rolled it down, down, encasing him in a sheath. She scooted up his body, up on her knees, straddling his hips.

  His brow furrowed in concern and he took hold of her thighs. “Are you still—”

  “I’m fucking drowning,” she replied, and moved one of his hands to her slick folds, inviting him in. “Trust me, I enjoy your pleasure just as much as my own.”

  His breath hitched as he stroked her, so gentle, so soft, so sweet. A flood of emotions punched her in the gut then, as they stared at each other, on the precipice of joining their bodies in a way that she’d wanted to for so long, dreamed about, fantasized about, imagined in a hundred different ways, and this was better because this was real and she couldn’t believe this man was finally here, finally hers.

  She lowered herself, pressing her core down against his hard cock, feeling the stretch even from the tip and knowing it was just the beginning.

  They moaned in unison, and her body burst into flames as she took him inside her, slow, inch by agonizing inch, filling her tight body, stretching her to accommodate the oh-so-welcome intrusion.

  After what felt like years and no time at all, her body met his and she let her thighs go limp, pressing her hands into his abdomen, drawing in a deep, ragged breath at how utterly and deliciously full she was.

  “Are you okay?” Carson whispered, hands gripping her hips as if ready to lift her off of him to safety at any moment.

  Jolie peeled his fingers away, lacing hers with his, and pulled him up to a sitting position. She curled her legs around his back, so she could feel him everywhere, inside and out.

  “I am so very okay,” she breathed, and then began to move.

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  As Jolie sunk her body down around him, Carson suddenly knew what heaven felt like. As her silken heat enveloped him, oh-so-tantalizingly slow, he stayed still, allowing her to adjust at her own pace.

  It took everything inside of him not to move, not to flip her over and sink to the hilt. She was so gorgeous, her mouth open in a soundless moan, chest heaving, trembling.

  When she reached the bottom, her weight relaxing against him, her warmth fluttered around his cock and his breath caught in his throat. He gripped her hips, swallowing hard and fo
rcing his mouth to work.

  “Are you okay?” he asked hoarsely, studying her tense form as she adjusted to him.

  She peeled his fingers off of her, lacing them with hers, and pulled him up into a sitting position. She curled her legs around his back, still holding his hands, their chests crushed together.

  He felt like she was everywhere, enveloping every part of his body with her warmth, her essence, gripping his very soul.

  “I am so very okay,” she whispered.

  Stars exploded behind his eyes as she rocked against him. He joined her in the gentle motion, their position not allowing for much movement, but even the slow waves drew euphoria from him. He captured her lips, swallowing her moan, giving her his, an exchange of breath and sound and everything else.

  “Oh god…you feel so good,” Jolie keened, head falling back, and he devoured her throat, sucking at her racing pulse.

  They stayed in a sweaty, tangled pretzel for a time, their bodies saying everything they hadn’t been able to say for the time they’d known each other. Every text, every word, every buzz of a phone…everything had led up to this moment, and Carson felt as if he were on the precipice of something he hadn’t known he was ready for.

  She folded her legs to her sides and rose up onto her knees, using the momentum to drop back down onto him. They groaned in unison, and he wound his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck as she slammed herself down again.

  He grabbed her waist with his free arm and flipped them over so she was beneath him. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured against her flesh as he kissed across her shoulder before giving his hips another hard thrust.

  She met it with a throaty moan, a look of challenge in her eyes, raking her nails down his chest.

  “Fuck me, Carson,” she breathed, and heat flooded through him at her words.

  His name on her lips spurred him on like gasoline on a fire, and he pistoned into her, gripping hair and hip. Animalistic noises tore from her throat, and she clawed his back, angling her pelvis to meet his pounding thrusts.

  Something snapped inside of him, and any insecurity that may have been lingering vanished in a puff of smoke—all that mattered was this valkyrie beneath him, begging for more, this goddess that could take every inch, every punishing stroke.

  Her voice rose in pitch, moans becoming cries, her back arching, and he knew she was close. He slid his thumb down over her clit, circling it gently, a stark contrast to the hard pace they’d set, and she shrieked, her entire body tensing as her silken walls clamped down on him.

  He didn’t let up the power behind his thrusts, but stayed deeper, drawing out her screams as he fell over the edge with her. They rode the waves of pleasure together, until his hips slowed and her muscles became pliable once again. He braced his elbows against the mattress to avoid flopping down on top of her like a rag doll.

  Jolie curled her arms around his neck, pulling him down and nuzzling into his throat. He rolled to the side, gently slipping out of her, and she shuddered, letting out a little giggle.

  “Fuck,” she whispered, giggling again as she snuggled up against him.

  Carson kissed the top of her head, unable to control his face as a lazy grin broke out across it. “Fuck is right,” he drawled. His entire body felt like jelly, molded against hers and encompassed by the mattress.

  “Death by orgasm,” she slurred into his neck. “What a good way to go.”

  He chuckled, eyelids heavy. “Agreed,” he whispered, revelling in her skin against his, the weight of her body draped across him, the warmth of this woman in his bed… He drifted off to sleep with a smile still on his face, her soft breaths puffing against his throat.

  Carson peeled his eyes open, groggy and unwilling, but something was wrong. It took him a moment to realize the noise—a thumping, panicked pounding.

  The door. Someone was banging on his front door.

  He slithered out from under Jolie, squinting as he checked the clock. Three in the morning. His heart suddenly kicked into overdrive at the thought it could be one of the girls, but they both had keys to his place, and would have called if they’d forgotten.

  He grabbed his pants from the floor and slipped into them.

  “Whassat?” Jolie mumbled from the bed, patting around the spot he’d vacated.

  “It’s okay, someone’s at the door,” he said softly. “I'll be right back, go back to sleep.”

  She murmured something incoherent but didn’t move, and he headed out of the bedroom, slipping his phone from his pocket and checking it quickly to see if he’d missed anything from Lily or Rose. No notifications settled his racing heart, but he still rushed down the stairs to the front door.

  He flung it open before checking through the window, and immediately wished he hadn’t.

  “Carson!” Gina sobbed his name and threw herself across the threshold into his arms.

  He stood frozen for a moment, shock seizing his body, breath leaving his lungs as she clung to him. It should have felt familiar, should have felt like home…but it was just alien.

  He took her shoulders and gently disentangled her from him, taking a step back to put some distance between them. “What’s going on? Did something happen with the girls?”

  Gina shook her head, curling her arms around her middle, loose tendrils of her hair flopping back and forth with the motion. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, deep dark circles beneath her eyes, and he felt like he was looking at a completely different person from the one who had been his wife. She used to doll herself up even if she was staying in the house, which had been a rare thing, even when the girls were small.

  “Why are you here, then?” He was suddenly very aware of his half-nakedness, and fought the urge to cross his arms across his chest. “It’s three in the morning.”

  “I miss you,” she whispered, the words almost inaudible, and had he not seen her mouth move he wouldn't have been sure she’d said them at all.

  He gaped at her. “What?”

  “It wasn’t supposed to be this way!” Her chin trembled, and she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before seeming to compose herself a little. “I’m your wife. I'm supposed to be your wife.”

  Carson’s gut flipped, a wave of nausea washing over him. He scrubbed his hands down his face, and for the first time since he’d met her, he didn’t feel a compulsion to roll over.

  “Are you kidding me?” He drew his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, but then realized that he didn’t need to hold back anymore. He didn’t owe her that anymore. “You haven’t been my wife in a long time. Maybe on paper, but not emotionally, not where it mattered most. I don’t think you miss me at all. I think you just miss the status of being the perfect doctor’s wife.”

  Her eyes widened, and she shook her head vehemently, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

  “Where is your baby?” Carson demanded. “Did you run out on your child in the middle of the night? What is wrong with you?”

  “Fuck you!” she screeched, clenching her fists at her sides. “You don’t know how hard it is for me! Those fucking magazines! People treat me like the fucking plague now, because I ran out on my ‘super sweet family man’ of a husband to shack up with a personal trainer half my age and pop out a fucking kid.”

  “You did do that,” he snapped. “You did that. And you don’t get to come crying back to me that it’s not working out for you. I’m not your scapegoat anymore.”

  “I just—”

  “Stop.” He raised his hands. “Thad, for better or worse, loves you, and loves his baby. Once again, you’ve created a family that could be happy if you could just love them back. Are you going to make the same mistakes again?”

  She swallowed, taking a step back. “It’s all so hard,” she said hoarsely. “Don’t you care?”

  Carson took a deep, steadying breath. Rage boiled his guts and he had no idea how he’d ever been a patient man before this moment. How he’d ever seen Gina as anything other than a selfis
h creature.

  “Babe?” Jolie appeared at the top of the stairs, clad in one of his button-down shirts, the tails barely covering her bits. “Everything okay?”

  “Who the fuck is this?” Gina snapped.

  Carson fought a grin as he took in Jolie’s sex-mussed hair and bright eyes. He didn’t know how long she’d been listening, but it was clear to him she’d been waiting for an opening to cut into the conversation.

  “Someone who actually gives a shit about your ex-husband,” the younger woman replied, her tone cool as a cucumber. “He’s probably tired after our epic fuck. Needs his rest.”

  Gina’s eyes nearly bugged right out of her head.

  Some kind of shit-disturber demon inside of Carson silently begged her to say something, anything, like the utter hypocrite she was. He didn’t know where it came from, though he had an idea it had something to do with the hellcat standing at the top of the stairs.

  “I…” Gina growled and huffed, apparently winning some internal battle against said hypocrisy. She turned on her heel and walked out of the house, scurrying down the driveway to her car.

  Carson closed the door and turned around, pressing his back against it as Jolie glided down the stairs, a wicked glint in her eye.

  “You’re wonderful,” he said.

  She pressed her palms against his chest, pushing up onto her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his chin. “Too bad she left so quickly. I was all ready to start talking about how awesome your cock is.”

  He laughed, cheeks warming. “Wholly unnecessary.” He cleared his throat. “But I can’t say I wouldn’t have enjoyed that immensely.”

  “Oh, I bet you would have.” Her lips twisted into a smirk.

  He toyed with the collar of his shirt, staring down into the curve of her perfect breast visible between the open top. “This looks good on you.”

  “How about off of me?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.