Meant for More

by Liza James

  He drops his hand to his briefs, running his palm over the length of his cock without pulling it free. Such a fucking tease.

  But it's in that moment when I hear the sudden sound of his doorknob being fidgeted with. I freeze and my eyes widen as Carter suddenly looks back behind his shoulder. He launches toward me, gripping my waist and yanking me to the right as he pulls us both into his closet.

  His fucking closet.

  "Are you kidding me right now?" I snap out on hushed words.

  "Shhh, don’t say anything," he whispers in my ear and tugs me back against his chest. But this feels heavier, something dark and taboo while we barely see through the cracks and slats of his closet door.

  Two people suddenly stumble into his room, and the obscure figures are difficult to make out in the shadows. But they're moving against each other, quick and heated while the smaller girl reaches toward the larger guy. He grips her hands and tightly pulls them behind her back, stalking her toward Carter's bed while muffled words are exchanged between them.

  My breath halts in my lungs, a feeling of guilt slips over me at the idea of watching them, but fuck...I can't look away.

  Carter's fingers press against the soft skin of my waist, silently pulling me back as he rolls his hips forward. His cock is hard, and the erotic darkness surrounding us is overwhelming.

  My fingers weave through his, and I slowly pull his hand over my lower stomach while the couple finally stands at the edge of the bed.

  "Why the fuck are you all over Bloom tonight?" The familiar voice suddenly breaks out in the silence and my heart almost stops completely at the confession.

  "Because I enjoy pissing you off, and I hate seeing you with Carter. I thought that bullshit was done?" Benj's voice next, and Carter stiffens behind me while his hands stop moving as well.

  I tighten my grip on Carter's hand, but he leans closer to my ear in order to whisper, "Quiet."

  "It is, I'm telling you," she bites out as Benj pushes her back on the bed and climbs on top of her.

  "It doesn't matter," he replies, as he dips his head down and starts kissing her neck. Her legs fall open for him, and rolls his hips against hers while she writhes beneath him. "We aren't anything more than this."

  "Yeah, of course," she says breathlessly. "You're an asshole."

  "Yeah, and you're a bitch."

  The anger between them is electric, but they move against each other as if they're starving. His head moves lower, and when he reaches her chest, he yanks down her bra until she's completely exposed for him. He shifts lower, and sucks her nipple into his mouth as she arches off the bed.

  Carter relaxes behind me, and just when I think maybe he's going to tell them to stop, to interrupt this before they actually have sex while we're still here—he doesn't.

  Instead, one of his hands slips into my hair as he tugs my head to the side. His lips fall to my neck, moving against my skin while my eyes remain on Liv and Benj. He moves slowly across my shoulder, gently nipping my flesh while the hand on my stomach moves over my chest.

  He tugs my bra down, and the cold chill in the air brushes across my nipples and hardens them even further.

  Benj is pulling Liv's jeans down her legs now, tossing them to the floor while his hands slowly move back up her thighs.

  Carter rolls my nipple between his fingers, tugging and twisting while I fight to hold back any whimpers. My hand tightens over his forearm, holding on to him with every ounce of strength I can manage.

  "Fuck, tell me you want it." Benj's rough voice breaks out over Liv's moans.

  "I want it, Benj. You know I do," she replies, rolling her hips up against his when he suddenly sits back and undoes his jeans.

  "This is the last time, Liv. We aren't doing this again. You're my best friend’s fucking sister." He pulls out his cock and strokes it above her, and I watch as she slips her hand between her legs.

  "I know," she replies, and then releases a moan as she starts touching herself while he watches.

  "That's it, baby. Play with yourself before I fuck you." He leans forward, bracing one hand next to Liv's head as he shifts himself between her legs.

  Carter's hand falls to my panties and dips inside of them, and just as Benj thrusts forward and into Liv, Carter's fingers slide down my pussy and inside of me. I gasp and shift forward uncontrollably, but he quickly locks me in place while his fingers pump in and out of me.

  His other hand slides over my mouth, muffling my sounds while my head falls back against his shoulder.

  My eyes shut uncontrollably, but I can hear Liv and Benj fucking just feet away from us. She's moaning, and Benj is whispering filthy things I know Carter can hear as well.

  This entire situation is lighting me on fire. My skin is blazing with need and desire, my pussy throbbing and begging to be filled with so much more than this. My skin is tight, my heart racing in my chest and with Carter's thick cock at my ass, I wish I could lean forward and slip his cock inside of me.

  But there isn't enough room, and I doubt I'd be able to stay quiet enough for the first time to not give us away.

  So, I surrender to this, the orgasm twisting inside of me while I watch Benj fuck Liv on Carter's bed.

  "You have to come, baby," he demands of her, slowing his thrusts down and leaning back to run his thumb over her clit.

  "I don't want to yet," she cries, shifting back and away from his touch. "Then this will have to be over." Her voice drops quieter, and it's then that Benj suddenly falls forward and presses his lips to her neck. He kisses her, sucking on her skin and very deliberately rolling forward on languid thrusts.

  She's moaning, breathing heavily with each movement while her hands scrape up Benj's back. I can tell he's whispering something in her ear, and Carter’s lips brush forward over my own.

  “Do you like watching them, Bloom?” he asks, so incredibly quietly I have to strain in order to understand him. He keeps his hand over my mouth, so I can’t respond aside from the subtlest nod indicating that I do.

  I do. Fuck, I do. And this is so incredibly wrong. I shouldn’t.

  His fingers glide up and over my clit, pinching and circling until he slides back down and fills me. I push back against his touch, wishing for more, practically begging for more but being forced into this silent, restrained position.

  In an instant, Liv is coming, and Benj is thrusting into her so powerfully that she shifts up the bed with each movement. His hand falls to her neck, and he holds her down while she rides out her release on his dominating control.

  Carter pumps inside of me, deep and rough while I come around his fingers. I can feel the rumbling groan he gives into the side of my neck, at the same time Benj finds his own release after Liv.

  "Fuck, Liv," he groans out as he slows his movements and pulls up slightly. He's hovering over the top of her, and I can see her chest falling and rising as she catches her breathe.

  She lifts a hand and lays it against his cheek, and he turns away from her touch just slightly.

  What the hell? Why is he so shut off to her?

  Carter pulls himself free of my panties, and pulls me back tightly against him while we continue watching their interaction. I don't know if he plans on revealing us to them, but here and now, I hope he doesn't.

  I don't want to interrupt whatever tense exchange they're having.

  "I wish you would kiss me after this," she says, her words coming clearer than they were before when we were all outside.

  "No," he responds as he pulls out and shifts back, shoving his cock back into his jeans and climbing off the bed. "This was the last time, remember that. I'm done."

  "Fuck you, Benj." Liv sits up in the bed and watches him turn around. Without another word, he leaves her, and I can practically feel the heaviness lingering between both of them. He shuts the door behind him, and Liv drops her own gaze to herself, fidgeting with her hands before she finally climbs off the bed and gets dressed.

  She walks to the door, straightening her s
houlders and forcing a few deep breaths before opening it. All of a sudden, her usual, bright, cheerful mask is back over her features and she walks out without a second glance back.

  I quickly release the breath I'd been holding this entire time, stumbling forward and out of the closet before turning around and finding Carter stalking out behind me.

  "I knew it," Carter says, a sad but confident smile on his face.

  "Yeah, clearly I missed that mark until tonight. But what is Benj's problem with being with Liv?" I ask as I walk toward Carter and rest my hands against his chest.

  The pull between us hasn't disappeared, the heady draw in being alone and nearly naked together. Carter didn't get off while we were watching them, and I still want to see him let go of everything while he's with me.

  "He won't be with Liv because she's Lucas's little sister. They've known each other for longer than we've known her," he explains as he moves us back toward his bed. He grips my wrists in one hand and slows our steps, hovering over me while his eyes burn into mine.

  "What? I thought they met when I met him? Here at college?" I ask, surprise lining my tone. But truthfully, I'm hardly thinking about them at all anymore. Not now while my skin still aches to be connecting with Carter’s. My blood rolls under my skin, sparking and flashing with the dark idea of having sex on his bed right after our friends did.

  "I have a feeling they've been hiding a lot for quite a while now," he replies, his voice dropping low and quiet when my legs hit the edge of his bed. "Go." He nods behind me, demanding I get back where he's signaling.

  He releases his hold on me and I do as he says, climbing on his bed and moving back until I'm leaning against his wall with my legs front of me.

  He leans forward, bracing his hands on the edge while his eyes meet mine. "Spread your legs, Baby Bloom."

  My eyes widen, even though I know he's seen me before. Hell, he's touched me, he's licked me, he's fucking eaten me. But this still has a blush creeping up my neck and over my shoulders.

  My hands fall to my thighs, slowly moving to the inside while I try to work up the courage to do this.

  But he's quicker, and suddenly his fingers are wrapped around my ankle as he yanks me toward him. His hands reach up to my panties, sliding into the sides and gripping tightly before pulling them down my legs.

  I gasp, and try to steady my breath while his eyes roam over my body.

  He's silent for a few moments, and then he looks up to me, bracing his hands on my inner thighs while he pushes them apart. I'm on my back now, and the heated silence between us is evolving into a blazing fire I can't control.

  I don't want to control.

  "Wider," he commands me, and I do as he says while his eyes stay on me. Arching my back, my hands rest on my stomach, inching lower and lower in ways I hope affect him as much as they do me.

  Finally, my hand moves between my legs, my fingers sliding through my wet slit while I writhe beneath my own touch. My heart beat smashes against me, my touch almost shaky with need and desire.

  His eyes finally fall to the movement, and god, the starving hunger he embodies is enough to give me the confidence I need to go further.

  I circle my own clit, letting a quiet moan slip free. Sliding down, I push one finger inside of me, breathing heavily at the stretch of only myself. Carter's eyes are focused on everything, until he moves closer to me, using his knee to push me even wider for him.

  His hand lands on the back of my thigh, shoving one leg forward so he can see every fucking inch of me. His other hand falls to his briefs, and he pulls his heavy cock free so he can stroke it while he watches me.

  "Holy shit," I moan as I watch him, and realize how badly I want to taste him on my tongue. I suddenly sit up and shift closer, pulling every ounce of strength out of me to do this with him.

  I've done it before—given a blow job—but it was awkward and stiff. I did it because I thought I needed to, rather than now, when it's just as much for my own need as it is his.

  "Hey," he stops me, placing a hand under my chin while he tilts me up to look at him. "You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, okay? We don't have to have sex."

  It's sweet, the way he cares for me in this. I appreciate it more than anything. But I'm ready, I've been ready, and there isn't a part of me that has second thoughts about this.

  "I like it when you're bossy," I remind him, feeling his thumb trail a harsh line over my lower lip. "I'm ready for this. I promise."

  He scoffs, "I enjoy pushing you around, but I also care about the potential of you regretting something in the morning."

  "I'm not drunk, you're not drinking. I'm present and able, Carter." I lean forward and reach my hand out, wrapping my fingers around his thick base while I tug him toward me. He shifts forward and lets out a hiss, his hand landing on the back of my head while I look up at him. "Tell me what to do."

  I can see the resolution in his eyes, the excitement suddenly taking over as his fist tightens in my hair. I'm yanked back just slightly while he regains control, surrendering to this just as I am.

  "Open your fucking mouth," he snaps, forcing my head to tilt back as his hips thrust forward.

  I do, immediately, and the head of his cock brushes along my lips.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I want it, I want him in my mouth, sliding down my throat.

  His hand shifts to the base of my jaw as he pushes inside of me, and I can't stop the moan that slips free around his length. I feel him everywhere, tasting his flesh and the salty bead of cum at the back of my throat.

  "Ah, fuck," he groans as he pulls out and then pushes back in. He goes slowly at first, and tests the limits as he moves in even farther until I gag around him. "That's right, baby, take all of me."

  He shifts out again and I quickly catch my breath, immediately opening up for him again and reaching for his cock with my hand. My tongue slips out and drag it over the length of him, tasting everything I can get while my hand works up and down his shaft.

  He presses forward again, regaining control of my rhythm with his hold on my head. He drags up and down his thick shaft, and hitting my throat before pulling back again and again. I'm taking every inch I can manage, but god, he's huge, and I'm getting even more turned on by the sounds and filthy words he's saying.

  He's urging me on, demanding more and more and it's everything I can do to give it to him. I'm on my hands and knees now, while he fucks my face in the darkness of the room.

  But I want more than this.

  "Carter," I breathe out while I pull back for a moment. I want to suck him until he spills in my mouth, but I want him inside of me even more. My pussy is wet and aching. Pulsing with the need to have him stretch me. "I want you to fuck me."

  His hand falls from my hair as he shifts forward on the bed, pushing me back until I'm standing up on my knees in front of him. His thumb trails across my lips, slipping across the little cum he releases while I was sucking him.

  "Lay back, Bloom," he shifts me back on the bed as he kicks his jeans off his legs. As I move, I reach back and take off my own bra, dropping it to the ground so I'm completely naked before him.

  His eyes fall over my body again and he moves up until he's settling himself between my thighs. "Tell me you're sure about this and I won't ask it again."

  "I'm positive, I promise." I say, running my hands up his chest and around his neck.

  "We've been friends for a long time, Bloom. This can't change anything," he reminds me. My mind flashes back through the years, all of the moments we've spent together in friendship. Before we had turned in to this chaotic whirlwind we are now.

  "Never," I say quietly. Because I know it won't. In my heart, in every bit of my soul, I know this is what's meant to happen. And the fact that we've had years of the best friendship supporting us only shows how good we'll be together as more. "I only want you, Carter."

  He leans down and presses his lips to mine, devouring me with this tongue while our teeth c
lash together in a kiss that screams absolute need. It's like we're finally giving in to this completely, with every heated ounce of us instead of holding back pieces to make others more comfortable.

  No, this is us. This is perfect. This is angry and passionate and desperate and powerful.

  His cocks shifts against my pussy, grinding into me without actually slipping inside. I open my legs for him as he rolls forward again and helpless whimpers fall from my lips while I beg for more.

  "It's going to hurt, Bloom. At first, it isn't great. We have to get through the pain before it gets good. Okay?" he tells me, just as his tip pushes against my core.

  "I know," I breathe out, forcing a steady rhythm when I roll my hips up and toward him, urging him even deeper. I gasp as he pushes in even more, and his hand shifts to my jaw as he fiercely kisses me.

  He slides in, and thankfully I'm so fucking wet at this point that it goes smoothly. But the sting is undeniable, and at the exact same moment, he bites down on my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth. He kisses me again as my head falls back and I both cry out and moan at the stretch and pain.

  "Carter," I say helplessly, feeling the need to pull away and give in at the exact same time.

  "I know, baby," he whispers as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. This time it's a tiny bit easier, and the sting is slowly subsiding as he pulls out again. He rolls forward, his lips move to my neck this time, nipping and then grazing his tongue over the same mark as he soothes it.

  Out and then in. Out and then in.

  Before I know it, the pain is gone, and all that's left is a mild soreness easily drowned out by the pleasure.

  Carter's lips fall to my right nipple as he sucks me deep into his mouth. At the same time, he thrusts inside of me. His hands grip my thighs as he pulls me farther apart, shifting one leg higher than the other. His knee comes up to pin it in place, and his thrusts move quicker as soon as he hears me moaning and working to meet his movements.

  "Do you like that, Bloom?" he whispers in my ear as he pumps inside of me. The dominance in his voice is back, the uncertainty in how I would handle my first time now resolved.