I have never given myself an orgasm that intense before. Sure, I fantasize about hot guys, celebs, even the odd girl, and I can click the mouse with the best of them, but getting myself off to the memory of Carter’s touch is a whole new level of erotic.
As soon as the buzz wears off and sanity returns, I start kicking myself. I hate that this guy has such a huge effect on me after a stupid, amazing, one-night stand. I do not let guys affect me like this. I need to get my head in the game and get my exams knocked out this week, and then get this guy out my system by getting under some other willing schmuck. I know that makes me sound like a slut, but hey, I take what I want on my terms, no strings attached. If I was a guy, I would be a freaking hero!
I’m neither a good girl nor a whore, but I tried the one-guy-relationship thing and it completely messed me up, so I occasionally blow off some steam with a stranger. I don’t do it all the time, but after Carter, I think I need to get laid sooner rather than later.
My sleep is fitful at best, my dreams clouded by toned Italian skin brushing against mine; murmured words of desire that caress my senses, and an all-consuming passion; pounding, thrusting, taking and giving; spiraling into heavenly oblivion.
CARTER
A fucking note? A MOTHERFUCKING NOTE! It’s been almost a week since I woke up alone and ditched in my own goddamn apartment. I don’t know why I’m so bothered, but I’ve been consumed by fucking rage because of Addi. I don’t give a shit about seeing her again, but my male pride has taken a kicking.
We had mind-blowing sex… I’m talking BEST FUCK EVER! I didn’t even scratch the surface of the pleasure I could wring from her tight little body. I was overwhelmed by sheer animalistic lust; I just had to have her. Of course, I thought I’d have plenty of time in the morning to explore every inch of her delectable body, but she vanished without a trace.
I must be losing my touch. I have never had a woman duck out on me like that. She didn’t leave her number, or even attempt to come up with a lame-ass excuse as to why she had to go.
I’m always busy running the clubs, but I’ve immersed myself more than usual these past few days. I own five clubs in Manhattan but I tend to spend most of my time working from Cube. I never tell the women I hook up with that I own clubs - to avoid any stalker-like behavior. If all my one-night stands knew where to find me, I’m positive it would end badly more often than not. I have been telling myself that Addi would already be in here looking for me if she knew I owned the place.
I’ve had so many offers this week, and usually I would be all over hooking up with a hot chick, but there hasn’t been a single woman in the thousands that have been through the doors of Cube, who could hold my attention for more than five seconds. Fucking Addi. I tried to get Logan and Xander to come out tonight and blow off some steam with me - the three of us together is fucking lethal. Women practically throw their already wet panties at us. We’re not ugly and we know it – apparently, arrogance is a major turn on to the women of Manhattan.
Xander is already a pussy over this Lily chick. He borrowed the keys to my place in the Hamptons last Friday to take her there for the weekend. It’s a bad idea if you ask me – the whole weekend with a girl he just met – that was a bit of a gamble. She could have been a lousy lay and he would’ve been stuck with her for two days straight. Fuck that! No way am I ever taking a girl up there. The Hamptons is where I go to party with the guys, hook up with bikini clad women on the beach, and just chill out.
Logan is off doing whatever secretive shit Logan does. I swear he’s either a serial killer or he’s into some serious kink. The women he associates with are always hot as fuck, but the dynamic he has with them tells me there’s something going on that I don’t know about, and he keeps whatever it is tight to his chest. The girl he’s seeing now is nice, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not love or anything. You know that shit when you see it. I can already see it in Xander; he’s pussy-whipped after only a few weeks. I’m going to give him no end of shit for that.
The club is packed tonight and the atmosphere is electric. The customers are spending their hard-earned cash getting drunk and dancing their way into each other’s beds, but I can’t even be bothered finding some random chick to take home.
My phone starts buzzing in my pocket. It’s Xander.
“What’s up, man?” I need to shout at the top of my lungs in here.
“Hey, Carter. Can you sort out the VIP lounge for Lily and her friends tonight? I want to get out of this student bar and show her a good time.”
My mind immediately goes to thoughts of Addi. “How many people are we talking?”
“About ten, nothing major; Just Lily, Addi and a few of their friends that finished their exams today. That cool?”
She’s coming here tonight. Perfect. I’m going to make her regret ditching me last weekend. She’ll be fucking begging me to take her.
“Sure thing, bro. Head over whenever you’re ready. The guys will have everything set up. I’ll join you once I’ve finished with some paperwork.”
An hour later, I spy her… gliding through the crowd of sweaty writhing bodies… holy shit, she is even sexier than I remember. Fucking stunning. She’s flirting with some douchebag as they make their way up the stairs to the VIP lounge. My fists ball at my sides, an involuntary action to watching some prick with his hand on the small of her back, guiding her up my stairs, in my fucking club. I need to get a grip before I go up there.
I spend a half hour pacing the floor of my office like a caged lion, before I go in search of Xander. I need a drink. I look around the lounge, but the fucker seems to have disappeared - probably off somewhere, fucking Lily’s brains out.
I sense Addi before I see her standing at the bar. She’s a vision; her stunning features carefree and laughing, her head dropping back as she flirts with the guy from earlier. Before my synapses start firing on all cylinders, I’m behind her; her scent assaulting my senses, her slender body brushing against me. I’ve got a semi just from this ghost of a touch. What the fuck? She stiffens - she knows it’s me; desire burning between us without so much as a glance of acknowledgement.
I slowly slink my arms around her waist, bending down to plant feather-light kisses just below her ear. It’s a sweet spot for her; and she doesn’t disappoint when her body shudders under my touch.
“Tesoro.” I continue to tease her, my tongue tracing circles up and down her long, elegant neck. She tastes sublime – like cherries and Addi. It’s like a fucking drug.
I feel her body relax back against my chest, her soft, slight, curves, molding to my unforgiving frame. She’s a perfect fit, and the realization disturbs me – this is the best I’ve felt, and the most content I’ve been since I woke up alone last Saturday.
I run the back of my hands slowly down her cheek, skimming her neck as I trail my fingers down her body, teasing the side of her breasts as I make my way down to her hips. She feels fucking amazing.
I’m rock-solid already, and pissed off at the same time. Being a petty prick, I decide to woo her in Italian, whispering sweet nothings to make her melt. It works every time.
“Il formaggio è nel frigo.” Her badass bravado is nowhere to be seen as she relinquishes her body; languid and ready for me to do as I fucking well please. I can see it in her eyes as I spin her around; she’s desperate for me to fuck her. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction so easily. We’re going to have some fun tonight.
Her breath is shallow, her heartbeat racing as I pull her flush to my chest and lift her chin, dipping my mouth to capture hers before she can protest. Fucking hell, she tastes good; her tongue stroking mine, making my cock twitch at the thought of her talented little mouth laving it with undivided attention.
She gives me everything she has in this one unguarded kiss, and as much as I want to lose myself in it, in her, I can’t help but feel like a bit of a dick for winning her over with my smooth Italian whispering “The cheese is in the fridge” in her ear. It was a prick mov
e that I usually reserve for the annoyingly dumb girls, but Addi isn’t like that. I might not know her very well, but she is sharp as a fucking tack.
I push my guilt aside and give this kiss everything I’ve got. Her lips and tongue move in perfect symmetry with my own. This is not how I expected to feel when I saw her tonight. I wanted to make her regret putting a dent in my ego, to make her want me, and then leave her hanging.
The reaction she sparks inside me in the middle of my own club is some fucking primitive caveman shit. I want to drag her by the hair into my cave and fuck her into submission. I want her – more than I have ever wanted a woman in my life. She is going to beg for more when I’m done with her.
I pull back before literally taking her right here on the bar for all to see. The sight of her panting, her full lips swollen from the intensity of our kiss…is so fucking satisfying, and absolutely stunning.
I grab some more drinks and lead her over to one of the sofas, guiding her with my hand on the small of her back, and even this contact has me buzzing all over. Okay, maybe I won’t mess with her too much; I certainly won’t leave her hanging. I will be fucking her tonight and getting her the hell out of my system for good.
Sparks fly as the tension rises, every word from our lips a form of foreplay, teasing each other with a promise of what’s to come, but the spell is swiftly broken when Addi diverts her attention to someone behind me.
“You didn’t tell me this was the friend you were talking about, Xander.” She seems a little pissed.
“I thought you already knew, I mean, you guys have slept together, right?” His feigned innocence is fucking priceless – prick. He knows I don’t tell women I sleep with that I own this place. Addi seeks refuge, pressing her face to my chest. I didn’t take her for the shy type, but she seems to be surprising me in more ways than one tonight.
“Shut up, man. You’re ruining my chances at round two here.” He sees the warning in my eyes, gives me a smirk, and heads off to get us all some champagne. Addi relaxes; her soft, slender frame melting against me. I’m a little uneasy – the desire to shield, protect, and hold her close, becoming a physical ache in my chest. What the fuck? And I thought Xander was a pussy.
After having a lot to drink, some great laughs with Xander, and Addi writhing against me on the dance floor, I am ready to get the fuck out of here, and get her under me. She is dynamite on the dance floor; the way she gyrates her hips, snaking her way up and down my body; the curve of her ass brushing against my already hard as steel cock. She is so fucking sexy and she knows it. Every move she makes, she does with the intent to drive me wild. And it is most definitely working.
When Cube closes for the night, Xander’s driver takes us back to the girls’ apartment. Lily is a little worse for wear, and not to sound like a dick, but I don’t give a fuck what her and Xander are up to right now; I have one thing on my mind and one thing only… being inside Addi, making her scream…
ADDI
My stomach is doing somersaults as I lead Carter down the hallway to my bedroom. Lilliput is completely smashed, but thankfully moneybags is taking good care of her, so I am free to focus on the man candy sending shivers down my spine with the mere touch of his hand and the knowledge that I am about to have some mind-altering, earth-shattering sex.
I can feel a mixture of nerves and pure desire pooling in my groin as I turn to close the door behind us. My room feels somehow exponentially smaller with him in it. I make a move to reach for the handle, but as I do, he’s on me, slamming the door shut behind him, grabbing me around the waist and pushing me up against the wall. Holy shit, he’s strong. He lifts me with ease, ripping at my dress as his lips crash down on mine.
I hear the fabric tear as he devours me with his tongue, his throbbing erection pressing into me - his hands shredding my clothing along with any doubts I have about letting him consume me a second time. My brain is telling me to stop this, the danger alarm resounding in my head like a police siren, echoing in the darkness, but my traitorous body won’t listen. I practically convulse under his touch as he rips my panties leaving me completely naked, pinned to the wall, helpless and vulnerable.
I grab at his shirt, sliding my hands between our bodies to unbutton it, pushing it over his strong, broad shoulders; our lips locked, our tongues tangling in a fiercely intense, spine tingling kiss. I’m bereft when he pulls away, his warm sweet breath caressing my face as he struggles to control it. He grabs my ass and pushes me further up the wall before taking my hard, puckered nipple into his mouth. Oh my God!
I fist my hands in his hair, tugging and pulling, forcing his face into my chest, urging him to take me harder. He bites down, sending a jolt of euphoric pain coursing through my body. I lose myself to the sensation of his every touch, his every caress; his hand kneading my breast as I arch into him.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet, baby. I need to get a proper taste.” I’m on the bed in seconds, my legs spread wide for him to look, and touch, and taste. His strong hands pin my legs, holding them as far apart as they’ll go. He’s still wearing his pants, and I have a sudden pang of insecurity. What the hell? I’m not that girl. I know I have a rocking body; every man I’ve ever been with has told me that, so why the hell am I worried what this guy thinks?
“Fuck me, Addi. You have the sexiest pussy I have ever laid eyes on. I fucking love that you wax it all; it lets me see those lips, swollen with desire, ready for what I’m about to give you. If it tastes half as good as it looks, I’ll be feasting on you for hours.”
Every fiber of my being coils in anticipation; turned on beyond all reason as his fingers slide down, caressing the length of my folds with a feather-light touch that sets me ablaze. I shudder, my body giving away how strongly he affects me. I’m already wet, and the satisfied look on his face as he spreads my arousal up and over my clit, is sexy as hell.
“I want to tease you, but I just can’t wait…”
His mouth connects with my flesh, tracing the length of me in one slow, languorous lick, until he reaches my clit, flicking it with the tip of his warm, wet tongue. Oh God… the groan that escapes his chest vibrates against my skin, pushing me closer to what I know will be a seriously intense climax.
“Fuck... baby… you taste sweeter than sugar.” The onslaught of kisses he rains down on me sends me into a tailspin, spiraling into an abyss of pure ecstasy. He’s ravenous, grunting and groaning; his light scruff scraping against my inner thighs, devouring me, heightening my already intense pleasure.
When I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts three fingers inside without warning, propelling me into the hardest, hottest, fiercest orgasm of my life. My body submits, willing to give him anything and everything he wants.
“Oh my God… Carter… fuck… yes… oh God, YES!!!!” I can feel his grin against my pussy, but as I try to scramble away, unable to take anymore, he clearly has other ideas.
“I’m not done tasting you yet. Don’t move or I’ll have to tie you down.” My whole body stiffens. That is not going to happen. I begin to panic at the mere mention of it, my limbs rigid and shaking at his words.
He knows something isn’t right.
“Relax, Addi… trust me…” I want to run a mile; I don’t know this guy and he thinks I should trust him? Not likely! That just gets you all kinds of messed up. As much as my brain is screaming at me to push him away - to get him out of my room and out of my life, I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me as he splays his warm, calloused hand on my stomach, holding me gently in place as he flicks his tongue back and forth, reigniting the flames of desire, fanning them into a raging inferno.
I come hard and fast, writhing against his face, fisting my hands in his hair as he suckles me, letting me ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm, humming his delight as he laps at my juices.
“Holy Shit, Carter, you are a fucking God.” FUCK! Damn it, freaking orgasmic brain.
He chuckles against my skin. “Baby, I haven’t even begun to scratch th
e surface yet.” Before I have a chance to protest, he increases the pace again, his fingers buried deep inside me, his other hand parting my lips to give him unfettered access. The delicious burn builds in my stomach, heralding a third mind-melting climax.
“Hold on to the bed, Addi… Do it NOW.” Without a thought, I do as he asks. He grabs me, pulling me tight against his face; his strong hands kneading my ass. His fingers brush over my entrance.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I buck off the bed.
“Don’t, Carter… please, don’t...” My voice becomes a whisper “don’t…”
His eyes dart up to meet mine - wild and scared, and begging for him not to open Pandora’s Box. Tears well in my eyes as he lifts and his head, his eyes reconnecting with mine. My soul is as naked as my quivering body in this moment. My darkest secrets, my worst fears on display as he searches my face for answers I’m not willing to give.
“I wasn’t going to… I would never do anything you don’t want, Addi.” He stands up at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart lurches into my throat, waiting for him to leave; desperately wanting him to stay, but my head won’t let me beg.
I lie unmoving, holding his gaze, my heartbeat rapid as his hands move down to his belt. He slowly unbuckles, before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. The sight of his caramel tanned skin, tight over rippling abs and V, teasing me as it disappears down into his boxer shorts, immediately ignites my desire. There’s a hint of ink, but I am too aroused to focus on it.
He never breaks eye contact, even for a second, as he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband and slides the fabric over his rock-hard cock, letting it spring free. I can’t hold his gaze any longer; drawn to the sight of his throbbing length, craving the feel of him inside me.
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