by Ashley Beale
He smiles at me. "Hey beautiful. I just wanted to stop in and see if you were busy?"
"Oh, um," I point my thumb towards the living room, "just doing yoga, but that’s all. Why?" I smile with excitement. I love when Carson surprises me. Over the past few weeks he has just randomly showed up and brought me out to dinner, movies, the aquarium, a ballet and has brought over delicious take out. It's always something fun and exciting.
He takes in my yoga outfit with approving eyes, "I see. Well, there is a new restaurant that just opened last week and I managed to get in. Would you like to come? Or I can just stay here and watch you do some of those amazingly hot positions in that outfit?"
I laugh at him, "maybe later you can. Yes, I'd love to go. Let me go get dressed for it. Is it fancy?" I open the door wider, allowing Carson to follow me in.
I walk towards my bedroom and he follows me as he answers, "a cocktail dress or whatever would be fine. Don't overdo it. Need me to get Aubrey in here to help?" There is amusement in his tone and I have to laugh. He knows me so well.
"Yeah, probably. I'll get dressed first though." I pick out a navy blue dress with a pair of matching flats and prepare to get dressed, with Carson watching me. I love getting changed in front of him, because he can't touch me but he can certainly watch, and all night long he is insanely turned on. Once we get back to where ever it is we're going, the sex is twice as amazing, if possible. It's like a night of foreplay with Carson.
I hear a small growl leave his throat as I change my bra and I just smile knowingly. "You're such a tease," he says in a seductive tone. I just giggle but don't say more as I slowly hook this new bra and make sure my girls are in place. He just shakes his head, grinning like a school boy. "This better be a fast meal tonight. I can't wait to have those in my mouth later." I'm wet instantly with his words.
I have to clear my throat before I can answer him. "Yeah, we could always skip dinner?" I reach up behind me to undo my bra and let it fall to the floor. His smile widens as he comes strolling towards me, pulling me up to him and pressing his lips to mine. I can feel his erection through his jeans and I'm turned on so bad. I won't be able to last through dinner without having sex first.
Carson pushes me back until the back of my knees hit the bed and I fall. He lands on top of me and pushes his tongue deep into my mouth. He pulls away just long enough to get naked, as I pull off my own underwear. He moans with approval as he looks at my naked body. Two of his fingers go into his mouth and he leans down, placing his warm, wet fingers onto my throbbing core. He rubs circles and I arch my back, it feels so amazing. I swear he always knows how to touch me just right.
"Carson," I breathe out, "fuck me." Instead of answering me, he puts his tongue to meet his fingers, dipping it inside me before sucking on my clit with just enough force to have me yell out in pleasure.
"Always ready for me baby," he whispers against my clit, running shivers up my body. "I love when you’re wet and ready." He puts two fingers deep inside me, pumping them with a force that has my orgasm building up rabidly. His thumb meets his mouth at my clit and rubs circles while he flicks his tongue out.
I scream out, "Carson, fuck, yesssss!" Holy shit, this is amazing. I can never get used to how incredible he makes me feel in bed. "I'm coming," I moan as he just goes harder with his fingers and tongue. I ride out my orgasm on his face and as soon as I'm done, he stands up and leans down over me.
"God, it's so hot when get off on my mouth. You taste amazing." Carson kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and I can taste myself. I suck on his bottom lip before biting down on it, then slide my tongue into his mouth, enjoying his forcefulness.
Carson pulls away as he gets his condom on, then comes back and lays down next to me. I crawl over and spread my legs over his hard cock. I love riding him, he gives my boobs just the right amount of attention and my orgasms seem stronger this way. I slowly slide down his enormous cock, feeling myself pulsating around him from my release moments ago. "Ohhh," he moans. It turns me on knowing he is so horny for me.
I slide up and down his shaft, his hands on my hips as I grind circles around him. His mouth goes to my breasts as I bend forward, and I scream out when his teeth bite down on my nipple. I start riding him harder and faster, then he flips me over onto my back and plows into me. His thrusts are so deep and hard that I can't help but dig my nails into his back. "Fuck Carson, oh my God!"
"Come for me, come around my dick," he whispers seductively against my ear lobe, as he bites down on it. "Cassie, come for me." And I do. My thighs tighten around him as my body releases another orgasm, causing him to moan out in pleasure. "I'm coming," he growls out in ecstasy.
We both lay next to each other, waiting for our breathing to slow down. I look over at him and smile, just adoring how amazing of a boyfriend I have. I find myself falling deeper and deeper for him every time we're together. He looks at me and kisses my swollen lips, "I love you Cassandra McKnight."
It's the first time those words have left his mouth, and it causes butterflies to explode inside me. It is like fireworks just got set off and everything. "I love you too, Carson, so much." I feel tears fill my eyes but I blink them back. I've said those three words to others before, but I've never meant it before now. I've never felt more special having someone say those words to me. It feels right. It feels perfect.
"Want to eat still?" he asks me with humor behind his voice. It makes me giggle because the timing is a little off, but that’s okay. It's part of the reason I do love Carson, because nothing really is ever that awkward with him.
I nod, "yes, I need it after that work out." I lean in and kiss his lips again before getting off the bed to get ready for dinner out with my man.
Chapter 7: Halloween Party
I slide my knee high socks up my legs and place the maroon and black sneakers on my feet. My black shorts look more like underwear, and my maroon beater is skin tight on me, showing most of my stomach. Aubrey has me sit down in the chair as she works on my hair and makeup. My nerves are out of control as we get ready for the Halloween party. I haven't told Carson what I'm wearing, but since he told me he loved me yesterday, I have a feeling he won’t mind that I'm dressed as a boxer.
Aubrey pulls my hair into a sleek pony tail, pinning my bangs back. She adds silver and black eye shadow, black eyeliner and extra mascara, causing my eyes to look incredibly seductive. They remind me of those girls you see in magazines. I hardly recognize myself right now, and I love it. I look sexy as sin and it excites me. Aubrey is already dressed in her pink bra and underwear set that has a round bunny tail on the back of her bottoms. Her short, blonde hair is curled to perfection, and once she is finished with my makeup, she adds her own. I help her put the bunny ears on her head, then she places her feet into way-too-tall of heels. The last thing I need is the boxing gloves that are tied to strings, and I place them around my neck.
When I walk into the frat house, it is already packed full of people. Some costumes get a laugh out of me, like a guy dressed as a giant penis, and a girl that is dressed as a sheep. But most of the costumes are slutty, some even worse than Aubrey's outfit. Someone comes up behind me and pretends to bite down on my neck and I turn around with a giggle to see Carson dressed as the sexiest vampire alive. Eat shit Edward Cullen, because Carson Woods looks much more delicious than you.
"Hot damn Cassie," Carson says eyeing my outfit. "I almost didn't recognize you. If it weren't for Aubrey here, I would have thought you were someone else."
I raise an eyebrow. "You like?" Then I pretend to give him a one, two punch.
He laughs at me, "hell yeah I approve. You can kick my ass any day looking like that." I'm so happy he approves, I can't help but grin like an idiot.
"And you can eat me any day looking like that," I say eyeing him up and down. When the laughter escapes both Aubrey and Carson's mouths, I realize my words came out much more sexual than I meant. I blush lightly but laugh with them, playing it off cool.
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sp; He leans in and whispers lightly into my ear, causing a buildup of sensation deep down inside me. "I'll have no problem eating you later." I have to squeeze my legs tight for a moment, as I become wet from his promise.
The party starts off amazing. There is a beer pong competition that we all take turns playing in, which causes me to get drunk really fast. Only an hour into the party and I'm all giggles from the beer I've been drowning in. Carson is in the middle of a round so I tell him I'm going outside to get some fresh air. Aubrey follows me outside since we both lost already.
Aubrey and I are talking about some of the costumes, when she scans her head around and freezes. Her eyes bulge and she smiles wide, so I look in her direction to see Mason. She looks back at me. "I didn't know he was coming," she whispers.
"Go," I wave her on. She meets up with Mason and they start talking. I'm so happy for her!
I sit down on a bench, not ready to go in quite yet when someone comes up behind me and whispers in the most seductive bedroom voice I've ever heard. "I approve," Avery says before coming around and sitting next to me.
I roll my eyes at him. "What do you approve of? Mason and Aubrey?"
He laughs, shaking his head. "Well, sure, why not. But I'm talking about your outfit. You look, er, you look fuckin' hot."
I smile at him for a moment, starring in his eyes, then take a look at his costume. He is dressed as a basketball player. It's cute on him, I like him in a jersey. "Thanks," is all I say, not sure what I should say to him. He makes me happy and angry every time I see him, so now I'm lost at what to say to him.
"Any reason you're a boxer?" he asks me, looking me up and down for the fourth time.
I shake my head. "Nah, I just saw it in the store and thought I'd look good in it." I shrug my shoulders like it's no big deal.
He smiles knowingly. "Well it works. I bet you'd give me a run for my money in that."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, confused.
"Because we both look fuckin' sexy in our fighting attire."
I shove his shoulder. "Cocky much?"
"Nope, just being honest," he chuckles. I roll my eyes again and stand up to walk off, but Avery pulls me back to sit again. "In all seriousness Angel, you're the best looking one here. It makes me wish I could jump into your arms and kiss you this time."
I swallow hard and give him a look of frustration. "Can we not talk about that please?" I bite out.
His eyebrows raise at me. "We don't have to talk, we can-"
"Screw off Avery. You know, you're kind of a dick. I didn't mean to kiss you, I was caught up in the moment. I'm with Carson and I love him. You need to stay the fuck away from the both of us unless you can stop being an ass. Stop hinting around about crap."
His smile fades some, but there is a small smirk still in place on his lips. "Sorry Cassandra, I don't mean to be an ass. It just," he pauses, running his hand through his hair, "it sucks seeing you two together."
"What?" I ask, completely dumbfounded by his response.
He looks down to the ground before looking me in the eyes. "Cassie, I have been in love with you since I was probably eight. I haven't stopped and I never will. But I'll leave you alone." Avery stands up and walks off, not looking back at all. I just sit here and stare, unsure if I should chase after him or ignore his words. What does someone do in a moment like this? Why didn't he tell me this before now? I knew I shouldn't have kissed him, I knew I shouldn't have gone to that damn fight. I'm so lost and I can't even ask Aubrey for advice right now.
I sit outside alone for a few minutes before I finally get a grip and head in. Carson's game of beer pong is just ending, so I walk up and wait next to him until he finishes. I take a glance around the room and spot Avery staring at me with a sad smirk on his lips before he turns around and goes into the other room. I feel like a bitch for some reason, even though, I'm not the one to confess my love while he is in a relationship. I shouldn't feel bad, I should be angry, but I can't be. Those words didn't give me the butterflies and fireworks that it did when Carson said it, but it did give me a slew of emotions I couldn't begin to explain.
Carson puts his arm around my waist, startling me from my thoughts. I smile at him as he pulls me towards the dance floor. We dance together for a while, and my thoughts are just on him. This feels right, I know deep down Carson is the one for me, and I've never been happier with someone. I need to swallow the emotions Avery has placed deep inside me. Right now, being with Carson, it's easy.
"I need a drink," I yell out to Carson after nearly an hour of dancing. I'm starting to sober up, and I don't want to, because reality will sink in. I want to enjoy my night the best I can. He nods and pulls me alongside him until we're in the room where pledges are handing out the Solo cups of booze. Carson grabs each of us one and when we turn to go into another room, I spot Avery. My stomach sinks as he is making out with some cheerleader. They look perfect together how they're dressed, and it hurts more than I thought it would. I had never seen him with another girl before, but all of a sudden it feels like someone just punched me in the heart. I shouldn't feel like this, it's not right, not at all.
I down the beer I have and before we're even out of the room I tell Carson I need another drink. He laughs and walks me over to the pledge. He must not have seen my expression, or he does one hell of a job ignoring it. I drink down that beer in moments and ask for another. "Baby, slow down, you're going to get sick," Carson says as I start sipping on my third drink.
I pull the cup away and look at him. "Sorry, I just feel like letting loose." He smiles at me, but it's a sad smile. I nod towards the dance floor again, and he follows after me. We start grinding in to each other, and after a few minutes I'm nearly having sex with Carson on the dance floor. I don't care who sees or what people think, I just feel like I need him right now. Before the first song is even over he starts shaking his head at me. "What?" I ask him.
"I think you're done drinking, come." He takes the drink out of my hand, setting it on the mantle and pulls my hand, so I follow behind him. I'm too drunk to argue with him, plus I'm hoping we're going to have sex. Once we get up into his room, I pull off my beater and start pulling off my shorts before Carson stops me.
"What? You don't wanna have sex?" I slur out.
The look Carson is giving me makes me nervous all of a sudden. I don't get why he is looking at me like I'm in trouble, like he is disappointed with me. It almost makes me want to cry. "You're drunk so this may not be fair for me to ask, but what is going on with you and Avery?"
I bite down on my lip, staring at him, trying to process what he knows and what he is saying. Did I give it away that well? I thought I did pretty well, but I'm also really drunk, so maybe not. "Nothing," I say, shaking my head back and forth.
"Honestly Cassandra? Because I keep hearing from people you kissed him last weekend, but I ignored it, thinking it was just a friendly kiss, even though everyone is telling me it was far from it. Now you see him kissing someone else and you get drunk and start fucking me on the dance floor. I try to trust you, I want to trust you, but you're not giving me a reason. Do you love him?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I say? Yes? Because I do! I know I do. But I love Carson too. They're different kinds of love though. I can't explain it, I never will be able to. I just keep starring into Carson’s beautiful blue eyes, trying to think of words to say. What do I say? He is right, it isn't fair he is asking me while I'm this drunk. While Avery's words are still fresh. Moments right after I just watched him make out with a whore.
Carson starts nodding his head slowly in understanding. "That is answer enough for me. Have you only kissed him?" he asks cautiously.
I press my lips together, not looking anywhere but his dark gaze. "Yeah."
He runs his hands over his face in frustration. "Shit," he breathes out. He bends down and grabs my shirt off the floor, passing it to me. "You can sleep in my bed tonight, we're too drunk to get you home. We can talk tomorrow." He walks out of t
he room and I just look after him. I'm just fucking up over and over.
I put my shirt on then fall down into Carson's bed and ball my eyes out. I don't know if I just lost him but I can't. I love him too much, I can't lose him. I won't lose him. I'll fight for him, no matter what it takes. If Avery really loved me he wouldn't have gone and made out with someone just minutes after telling me he loves me. He is probably doing more than that at this very moment. I know, right this moment, that Carson is the man for me, and I'm going to make sure he knows that. I'll explain it all tomorrow, the very best I can.
When I wake up in the morning, Aubrey's arms are around my waist and I look around. This is Carson's room yet he isn't in here and Aubrey is. The both of us still in costumes. I stare at the ceiling, remembering the night before. Shit. I'm not ready for this day to start. I close my eyes, urging myself to fall back asleep, but my head is pounding and I feel nauseous. I jump out of bed and run down the hall until I'm in the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time. Everything from yesterday comes out until I'm dry heaving.
There is a knock on the door. "Cassie, is that you?" I hear Carson's voice call out.
"Yeah," I half moan. My stomach is doing flops and I'm not sure if it's because I have to face Carson right now, or if it's because of how sick I am.
He walks into the bathroom and looks at me with sad eyes, seeing me leaning against the cool wall. I point to the cupboard the washcloths are in and he nods, understanding what I need. He grabs a washcloth and runs it under the faucet before bringing it to me. "Here baby," he says, handing me the damp washcloth. I get butterflies hearing him call me baby, hoping that means he isn't going to break up with me.
I wipe around my mouth before placing the cold cloth on my forehead. It feels amazing already. Carson walks back over to the sink and fills up a Dixie cup with water, and brings that over to me. I drink it down in a second, so he refills it for me once more.