by Nikki Bloom
“I’m gonna cum. Holy fuck...” Pulling back until the thick ridge of his head met my teeth, Carter tore his hand from my hair to pump his shaft furiously. I sucked and licked, hunger tingling my taste buds as I ducked down onto his cock. His head twitched and tightened against my tongue, and he pushed on my crown as a guttural groan escaped him.
Carter came a lot... or maybe I just didn’t remember anymore. I couldn’t think on it as I gulped down his cum, the salty taste sending bristling, violent shivers down my spine. He breathed harshly, grunting as he clenched his jaw hard, his expression tightening in pleasure.
The satisfaction that surged through me was so intense it almost blinded me, and I gasped when Carter tugged my hair to pull me to my feet. Every one of my nerves was on fire, and that fire only grew hotter when he yanked off my shirt and buried his face between my breasts. Whirling around to pin me on the bed, he fumbled with my panties as he licked and sucked and nibbled my nipples.
Moaning and arching, urging, I gripped the crumpled sheet underneath us and lifted my hips, and Carter jammed two fingers into my pussy. My juices squirted out as I clamped down on his digits, and he growled against my sternum in pleasure. His fingers twisted and curled, and I sputtered a gasp as a dense wave of pleasure slammed into me.
“Fuck–fuck me j-just like that...” Splattering against my thighs and dripping down his hand, I rolled my eyes back in euphoria as Carter bit and sucked on my abdomen. Wrapping my legs around his head, I almost choked on my sudden inhale when he nibbled my clit and wiggled his fingers. Knuckle deep in my pussy, his enthusiastic compulsion to give as good as he got curled my spine sharply.
“Just like that—” A hoarse cry escaped me when Carter punctuated his growl with a third finger reaching deep, and I spasmed wildly. Sex had not been this good two years ago; even my fogged mind knew that my ex had nothing on Carter.
And we hadn’t even gotten to the best part.
20
Madeline
“On your knees. Spread that tight pussy for me, Madeline.” Eagerly rolling over, I stuck my ass up and wiggled my hips, and Carter smacked both cheeks hard. Scraping his nails over my stinging ass, he groaned in appreciation as he spread my pussy lips with greedy thumbs. Sucking in a sharp breath, he thrust his cock against my entrance to tease me, and I rocked back as desperation sang in my veins.
“Ho-oly fuck!” Squeaking out the slur as Carter entered me, I buried my face in the sheet to muffle my pleasure. It was so good, so good, and he spread my ass cheeks as he pulled back to set a hard, jerky pace. “Oh, my God!”
Our brief encounter couldn’t prepare me for the rapture of Carter pummeling my pussy, and I could only grind my teeth and take it. Prickles raced up my spine, and the slap of skin on skin rose above the blood drumming in my ears. Grinding his hips against my ass cheeks, he pushed down my hips, and colorful spots assaulted my vision. Clamping down on his thick shaft, undulations ripped through my abdomen, and a pathetic whimper escaped my tightly pursed lips.
Sweat dribbled down my neck, and I gasped hoarsely when Carter tangled his hand in my hair and jerked me up. Wrapping his arm around me, he groped my breasts and tweaked my nipples roughly. His breath was heavy and loud in my ear, rolling down to dry the sweat that slipped down between my breasts. Thrusting hard, his little grunts were music, and I sat back on his cock as I lost myself in the pleasure.
“Madeline—” Turning my face roughly, Carter captured my lips in a searing kiss and forced his tongue past my teeth. His harshness, his brutality, blanketed my body in goosebumps, and the passion in his kiss blew me away. Leaving my chest, he fingered my clit, pinching and circling as I came closer to relief.
The taste of myself on his tongue was intoxicating, and Carter paused his vicious thrusts to cup my cheek. Raising my arms to bury my hands in his hair, I savored this moment and tightened around his cock as he leaned back, dragging me with him.
“I’m gonna fuck you all the way to the altar, baby.” Rasping a mumble against my cheek, Carter buried his face in my neck as he thrust deep and jarring. His cock brushed my cervix, and I shuddered while my frail mind struggled to catch up to his words. “Fuck—I know it’s bad...”
“Who cares? You’ll take it back after.” Blurting out some words that sounded like a sentence, I flopped my head back against Carter’s shoulder as he groaned loudly. “Fuck me like you love me.”
So caught up in this moment, I didn’t fucking care anymore. I didn’t care about my siblings or my job or whatever errands I was supposed to run. Nothing existed outside Carter’s bedroom, and I shuddered when his palm flew to my sternum to hold me close.
Once again, he captured my lips, and I opened my mouth to moan as pleasure tingled my taste buds. Carter’s tongue danced with mine, and we moved in sync to the furious beating of our hearts. Awkwardly shuffling back, he stood against the foot of the bed and pushed me down. Panting furiously, I spread my knees as far apart as they could go, and he caressed down either side of my spine with clammy palms.
“You’re so beautiful... you have freckles on your ass cheeks, for fuck’s sake. I love it.” The earnestness of his winded voice camped my abdomen, and I glanced over my shoulder as he leaned over me to conform to my back. Bracing both arms on either side of me, Carter kissed my shoulder before thrusting back into my abused channel. His breath hitched, and I moaned. “Shit... Madeline...”
“O-oh— God, it’s good...” My voice cracked, and I ground my teeth hard as pressure built behind my eyes. Clenching around Carter’s cock, I held my breath when he pulled back to snap his hips sharply. His juddering pace weakened my elbows, and I moaned gutturally. “It’s so good, Carter...”
The thick ridge of his cock caressed my walls as they leaked pure bliss, and I shivered when Carter straightened to grip my hips tightly. Arching sharply, I gasped when his thrusts knocked the air from my lungs. His nails dug into my flesh, and my eyes rolled back as spasms rippled through my body. I came hard, and my heart almost stopped beating as pleasure crowded my chest.
“Yeah-h...” Riding my orgasm, Carter’s thighs stuck to mine as he rolled his hips, his cock reaching so deep it was almost painful. Shuddering violently, I gasped for air, and Carter pulled out of my quivering channel to smack my ass firmly. The impact rattled my bones and teeth, and I collapsed into a shivering mess. “Come here, baby.”
I thought I would’ve lasted long, but I could barely gather the strength to shuffle up the bed without Carter’s help. For two years I’d been celibate, and I’d had a pretty high sex drive before my parents disappeared. Gathering me up to his chest, Carter exhaled a heavy sigh, and I blinked dazedly before he spoke up.
“It’s been 45 minutes.” Humming questioningly, I glanced up under heavy lids as a huge, shit-eating grin stretched Carter’s face. “It’s been 45 minutes. That means I lasted a hundred times longer than last time.”
“That’s concerning.” He chuckled hoarsely at my murmur, and I closed my eyes as my heart slowly began to stabilize. “You weren’t wrong though.”
“Wrong about what?” Gingerly running a hand lazily through my hair, Carter posed his question as I took a deep, calming breath. I was going to pass out if he kept playing with the strands, but I couldn’t tell him to stop. My mind couldn’t conjure that many words, and my tongue tingled as I opened my mouth.
“I could get used to this.” I cleared my throat roughly. “Your cheesy one-liners... about home being a person...and all that stuff. You’re not wrong.”
“Ah. They’re not cheesy because they’re true.” I chuffed a soft, lazy laugh, and Carter smiled against my forehead. “People are resilient. You’re an example of that. You lost your house but didn’t lose your family.”
“I lied. I’m really bitter at my parents for what they did to me. I’m just not bitter about the rest. Just them. And I’m afraid they might try to come back.” My confession earned me a soft grunt of acknowledgment, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. “I adopted Michael
and Sophia, so they’d have to take me to court. I know it’s irrational, but...”
“You don’t want it all to be for nothing. That’s not wrong.” Nodding absently, Carter’s chest hairs stuck to my cheek from sweat, and he kneaded my crown absently. “It’s rough knowing everything could dissolve at any moment, but I don’t think it will. If your parents were going to come back, they already would. I think that you’ll end up finding some very uncomfortable news in the future.”
“Yeah. I don’t want Michael and Sophia to hate our parents, but...they’re entitled to feel what they feel. It’s hypocritical of me to tell them to keep an open mind. I hate them, so it’d be shitty to tell them not to.” The moral dilemma was intense, but I only sighed as I cracked open my eyes. Around me, the world cast in gradients of pink, and Carter’s sharp features softened in my blurry gaze. Craning my neck to kiss him, I opened my mouth for his sweet invasion, and he caressed down my side to grab my ass hard.
Shuffling heavily to straddle him, I braced my palms against Carter’s sweat-slickened chest. His half-hard cock twitched between my folds, and I groaned softly as he gripped my hip with his free hand. Letting my awful thoughts go on a tide of desire that lapped at the edges of my mind, I reached between us to stroke his hot, smooth shaft.
“Sit that beautiful pussy on my cock, baby.” Straightening to roll my hips, a gasp tore from my throat when Carter kneaded my breasts. Heat crept down my thighs, and icy prickles rolled up my sternum. Carter tilted his hips eagerly, his cock slipping between my folds, and my lips parted when he tweaked my nipples sharply.
“Oh-h...my God...” Gingerly sliding down the length of him, I shuddered as my walls stretched and tightened. Goosebumps blanketed my body, and my toes curled in residual pleasure as I perched on my knees. “It’s good...good... I have three weeks of this before school lets out.”
“Yeah. I love my girl on top.” Flames licked up my cheeks, and Carter smirked broadly as he cupped the back of my head to draw me into a heavy kiss. Warmth suffused every cell in my body, and I braced my forearms on either side of his head to roll my hips. His cock caressed my inner walls, and he smacked my ass to send shocks rippling up my spine. “Fuck—you’re gonna make me cum, Madeline.”
“Yes-s...cum in me— cum in me—oh-h fuck! Yes-s!” That viciousness from only minutes before hardened Carter’s body against mine as he planted his feet on the bed and thrust. Choking on the pleasure that clogged my throat, I squeezed my eyes shut and scrunched up my face against the pressure building behind my eyes. His grunts mingled with my whimpers as he fucked me, his nails digging into my ass cheeks.
After so long, I didn’t mind just taking it, and Carter clearly liked dishing it out. Undulating wildly, the coil in my abdomen snapped as his hips clung to mine, and I buried my moan in his neck. His cock rippled against my inner walls, and my pussy ached fiercely as pleasure swept me away.
True to his word though, Carter came fast but stayed hard, and my breath hitched in anticipation.
21
Carter
Seven Weeks Later...
“I’m glad you’re having fun in your program, Sophia. What’s your weekend project about?” She glanced up from her informative pamphlet under furrowed brows, and I arched mine quizzically. “Is it tough?”
“No. It’s just a lot of stuff to do. Thanks for bringing me, Carter. You know Madds and I got into another fight the other day...” I rubbed the back of my neck as Sophia frowned. “She’s really snappy lately. I kinda wish I didn’t say that about fighting.”
“Well, I hope you’re doing okay. Do you wanna talk about it?” Over the past few weeks, Madeline and Sophia started fighting about everything, from leaving the toothpaste out to what to eat for dinner.
Madeline and her boss’s spats were getting worse, too.
“They’re not bad fights... they just happen a lot.” My mind flung back these past few weeks to replay instances when Madeline was ‘snappy.’ We hadn’t had a real fight, but it took her a while to realize she was being less than reasonable. “My teacher said that I’m doing really good in her class. I want to ask about taking a sewing machine home, but I don’t know. Another girl asked, and the teacher said ‘no’ because she did it a few times and they always came back broken.”
“Didn’t you get one for your birthday?” Sophia shot me a dumb look, and I chuckled a little as the memory of it flashed behind my eyes when I blinked. “How was Madeline supposed to know that machine was too simple? You’re a really talented creator.”
She blushed bright red at my praise, and we took a turn to enter another wing of the mall. I really enjoyed spending time with Sophia, and I liked that she felt comfortable with me. A distance down the crowded hallway, there was the sign for the fabric shop, and I glanced around the busy mall. Of course it’s busy, it’s Friday.
“How about this…” Speaking up suddenly, I cast a look at Sophia as we both paused, and curiosity blanketed her lightly freckled, round face. “I’ll commission you. I’ll give you a budget and supplies. That way, when Madeline gets mad at me, we can both have an excuse.”
“Okay.” Chirping happily, instantly, Sophia brightened with a huge smile cresting her face, and I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. “What do you want me to make you?”
“How about a jacket?” Nodding furiously, Sophia’s smile widened, and we started walking again as I warmed up to the idea. “You’re doing great in your classes, right? And when you become a big, hotshot designer, you’re not gonna have time for me anymore.”
“I’m not even ten yet, Carter. That’s a long time away. Madds says never to make your hobby your work.” I opened my mouth, but my reply never left the tip of my tongue as my phone vibrated insistently in my pocket.
“Hey, Madeline. What’s up?” For a long few seconds, Madeline was quiet, and not even the line crackled as expectation prickled down my neck.
“...I was just calling to check on Sophia. I feel bad about the other night. Is she okay?” Smiling at the guilt and concern in her tone, I nodded absently before handing Sophia my phone. Ignoring their conversation for privacy’s sake, I pressed a palm to Sophia’s shoulder to turn her into the crafts store. Really, when I offered to pick up Sophia today, I didn’t have a plan.
But she needed to go here, and Madeline had already given her some cash. We’d just pick up a few extra things...
“Here. She wants to talk to you.” Handing me my phone back, Sophia sort of wandered off as curiosity stabbed my chest. She grabbed a cart, and I simply followed behind her as I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder.
“Hey. So, we’re gonna be out in, like, half an hour. Do you want to have dinner at my place tonight?” Every Friday, when Michael came back, we’d all pile into the backyard of the rental house. Summer was in full swing, after all, and this was a vacation town. Concerned when Madeline didn’t answer me, I glanced at my phone screen to make sure the call didn’t drop. “Madeline? You there?”
“Yeah—yeah. I’m here. Listen... we need to talk, Carter.” My heart jumped into my throat at the sudden rasp in her tone, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “It’s bad. It’s really, really bad.”
“Ah... I’ll try to be quick, then. It’ll take me 45 minutes to grab Michael and get back though.” The suggestion to just tell me over the phone thickened me voice, but I could hear Madeline’s hair rustling when she shook her head. “Are you at work?”
“I got sent home early... uh—accidentally doubled up. Benny about blew a vein for something that was his own fault.” Alarm bells rang in my head, and Madeline chuckled darkly with a massive sigh. “I was just at the store, so if you want me to cook at your house, I can. It’s not something I wanna talk about on the phone though.”
“Okay. Well, it’ll be at least an hour, so if you wanted to go over, Evan should be there to let you in.” I mean, I can’t exactly force her to tell me over the phone. Softly whispering ‘okay,’ Madeline hung up on me to leave me wondering. Did sh
e get a call from one of her parents? If it did involve her parents, why did she want to talk to me about it?
I was all for listening, but my gut told me that this wasn’t a situation I was going to sit on the sidelines for.
Everyone got used to Madeline pulling all the awful shifts and always accepting swapping out with a co-worker. Puking in the food prep sink might be the straw that breaks her back. My thoughts flashed when I blinked, and a knot formed in my gut. She just threw up once? It couldn’t be something she ate... The House on the Pier wouldn’t serve her bad food.
“I hope it’s not that...” Mumbling to myself, I closed my eyes briefly before I noticed Sophia looking up at me. Her green eyes glistened quizzically, and I arched a brow as I fought a frown. “It’s nothing important. So, what’s your project about?”
“I have to make two pairs of pajama pants. One short and one long. The teacher said it can be made out of the same stuff. Did Madeline say she needed to talk to you?” Nodding dumbly, I couldn’t hide my grimace when Sophia frowned. “Me, too. She said she had something to tell us. Maybe she lost her job?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I was just thinking that.” Shaking my head slightly, I shirked my worries because there was just no way to alleviate them right now. “We’ll see what’s up when we get back. We have about half an hour before we have to pick up Michael, so we can’t take forever.”
22
Madeline
“We’re back!” Peering at the meat thermometer sticking out of an absolutely massive roast I’d bought, I tensed as Sophia’s shriek rolled up my back. Straightening stiffly, I closed the oven and twisted as she flounced into the kitchen with a huge, shit-eating grin on her face. Her eyes sparkled like the ocean at sunset, and she flung out her arms to show off the two large bags hanging off her wrists. “Carter’s going to commission me to make him a jacket! It’s gonna be awesome!”