by Ivy Jordan
I stepped out, feeling the ocean breeze cool against my skin. Carter set the glasses and bottle of wine down on a small table near the hot tub, and proceeded to uncork the alcohol and then pour us each a full glass.
He leaned over, turned on the jets to the tub, and then swished his hand around to check the temperature. “Perfect,” he said.
I blushed. “What if someone sees?” I asked.
He laughed. “Then I guess they’ll call the cops and I’ll have to arrest you for real, this time.”
I looked around, realizing the deck was offset in a way that was pretty private. “No one will see,” he promised.
“You will,” I sighed, suddenly worried about undressing in front of him.
“I’ll turn away. You get undressed and get under the bubbles. I won’t see a thing,” he said convincingly as he covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers with a wide grin before turning around.
I looked around once more, ensuring it was private enough to quickly undress and not be noticed by any neighbors. Carter was true to his word, keeping his back turned while I slipped out of my yoga pants, panties, and tank top. The water was hot as I took my first step into the tub, causing me to delay my quick retreat to the water like I’d planned. “Are you in?” he asked.
I walked in, sunk into the hot water, and told him it was safe to turn around.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed. “Turn around,” he ordered playfully.
I did as he said, and then moments later felt him enter the water next to me.
He leaned forward, grabbing our drinks, handing me one as he snuggled in next to me.
“This really is beautiful,” I said softly, gazing out at the ocean.
“You’re truly beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, and then his lips pressed against my shoulder.
The sensation between my legs was growing into a wild ache as his lips wandered around my smooth skin. I set my drink down, lifted his chin with my hand, and brought his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss.
Water swirled around my body, tickling me in places I didn’t know could be tickled. Our tongues entangled as our bodies pushed together, feeling the bareness of our skin touch for the first time. It was sensual, erotic, and being outside, somewhat naughty.
Carter’s hands brushed back my hair, and then lowered to my shoulders. His eyes stared into mine with an intensity that made me want him with everything I had in me. “Let me pleasure you while you enjoy your wine,” he whispered, reaching behind me to grab my glass.
I took the glass as he handed it to me, not sure of what he had planned, but excited to find out.
His smile was wickedly delicious, and his eyes seductively intoxicating. I nodded, knowing I was blushing, but ready for what was to come.
He slowly lowered his hands into the water, letting them settle at my hips. He caressed me, squeezing me gently with the motion of the water, and then worked his way to my breasts. “Sip,” he insisted.
I did as I was told.
His hands cupped my breasts, massaging them as his thumbs teased my tight nipples with small flicks. “Close your eyes,” he insisted.
It was awkward at first. But, once they were closed, my body relaxed and it became difficult to determine what were the jets, his mouth, or his hands.
My nipples sucked into his lips, his teeth gently tugging at them to pull them from the warmth of the water. The cool air was wildly sensual, and then the anticipation of the warmth of his mouth covering them was erotically delightful.
My legs parted, letting the jets blast against my hungry pussy. Carter’s hands caressed my legs, working my flesh away from my inner thighs, pulling my swollen pussy lips apart.
His mouth was on my neck, sucking, licking, and kissing, and then on my lips. I was lost in the moment, drunk with desire as moans rolled from my lips, and sighs poured from my throat.
My body rolled towards him, my legs opening wide enough for his hand to slide between them to the spot that now ached for attention. His fingers slid between my labia, spreading me open wide as another teased my clit with circular motions.
“I want to watch you come,” he whispered, sliding a single finger into my slippery cunt.
He worked it in and out slowly, my hips rocking in the same motion, begging for more. His hard cock pressed against my leg, my hand immediately sinking into the water to grasp it.
Soft strokes up and down his thick shaft brought a growl from his throat, and brought me closer to orgasm just knowing he was pleased.
Another finger slid inside of me, fucking me with the same steady rhythm. His mouth wrapped around my left breast, sucking it into the warmth of his cheeks, letting his tongue tease my nipple as he continued to fuck me with his long, thick fingers.
I was close, real close, and Carter quickly pulled his fingers from inside of me, and his mouth from my breast. “Don’t open your eyes,” he ordered.
I obliged, even though I was dying to know why he stopped.
His hands gripped my hips, moving me in the same motion he had been fucking me with his hand, slowly, steady, and upwards towards the surface of the water.
“Lean back, and let your body float to me,” he whispered.
My arms gripped the side of the tub and my back pressed against it. I let him continue his rocking until I felt the cold ocean air between my legs. He parted my legs, and then my labia, again opening me wide, but this time I knew he was able to see my most intimate parts.
Warm breath pushed onto my cunt, warming it, tickling it, and causing it to throb. His fingers slid just between my pussy lips, teasing my entrance with only slight penetration, even when I pushed towards his hand.
“I could come just watching you, looking at you,” he said softly.
His finger slid inside of my cunt, slowly, but deep. He didn’t move it, didn’t fuck me, and ordered me to hold still. The warmth of his mouth covered my clit, and his lips sucked it in, tugging it away from my body as my cunt began to throb around his finger.
Moans rolled from my lips as they trembled wildly, and my heart raced with excitement as my orgasm unleashed, unseen by me, into the openness of the outdoors.
Carter lowered me into the water slowly, pulling his finger from inside of me once the throbbing subsided. It was by far the best orgasm I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t wait for more.
“How was that?” he asked, gripping his wine glass and chugging it down.
I could barely speak. I just nodded and mumbled something that sounded like gibberish as he smiled.
He stood from the water, setting his glass down on the table, and extended his hand to me. My eyes lingered on his hard cock, standing at attention just inches from my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to please him the way he’d pleased me, but it was obvious he had other plans.
“Come with me,” he whispered.
I stood from the water, taking his hand and seeing his eyes as they gazed upon my nude body for the first time. I knew he’d seen me, all of me, but there was something so sensual about the way his eyes danced along my curves while still maintaining contact with mine.
He wrapped me in a large towel, drying me gently before grabbing one for himself.
I let him guide me to the bed, where he slowly pushed me to my back.
His hands gripped my legs, just at my thighs, and pulled my ass to the edge of the mattress where his cock was waiting.
For a slight second, I wondered if he’d measured the height of the bed for this very purpose when in the salesroom. The thought made me giggle, to which he grinned. “I love when you smile,” he said.
If only he knew what I was smiling about.
He reached behind him, fumbling inside a case on his dresser until finding what he searched for inside. A foil package, bright blue and shiny, was in his hand, and then between his teeth as he ripped it open.
I watched as he pulled the condom from the package and slowly rolled it down his hard cock.
His thumb pressed into
my clit like it was a button. Circular motions made me squirm and moan as he situated himself at my entrance. My cum was still slippery between my lips as the head of his cock slid up and down my slit to lubricate before plunging into me.
I was ready, so ready. His hands gripped my legs, pulling me onto him, sinking his manhood into my body with a smooth, tight thrust. My body swallowed him, pulsating around him, pulling him in deeper without moving. He growled a sexy, deep growl, and his head fell back onto his shoulders as he buried himself into my soft flesh to his balls.
My legs held high in the air as he began to fuck me, his eyes on me, his balls slapping against my open ass, and the penetration deeper than I’d ever felt made my orgasm roar through my body and explode onto him like a volcano erupting.
He stopped, taking in the sensation of my tightening cunt around his member, and then leaned down between my legs, letting his mouth press against mine.
“I could watch you orgasm all night,” he whispered, pulling away slowly and continuing his thrusts.
He swelled inside of me, let out a roar, and never took his eyes from me as his warm cum filled the condom, making me wish it were my throat it flooded.
Chapter Six
“What’s all this?” Carrie asked, pushing through my back door.
“Dinner for Carter,” I smiled.
She handed me a card and moved towards the meal that was on the stove. “This looks amazing.”
“I’m trying to keep it warm; he’s late,” I pouted.
“You two have become pretty close,” she acknowledged.
We had. It had been a week since we’d had sex and almost a month to the day since we’d met. I wanted to celebrate, but figured it may seem tacky or corny to Carter, so I used my acceptance into culinary school as an excuse to have a romantic night.
“I really like him,” I admitted, biting my bottom lip into my mouth.
“I know that look,” Carrie teased. “You more than like him,” she added with a grin.
I did. My feelings for him were growing fast, too fast. It was scaring me. I’d told myself I would take six months to get over Greg, and it was only a couple weeks since we’d broken up when Carter came walking into my life. How could I resist him?
My cheeks heated, and I knew they were turning pink from the stare Carrie was giving me. “It’s too soon for all that,” I scoffed.
“That’s not true. My grandma met my grandfather only six weeks before they married, and they’ve been together sixty-five years,” she boasted.
It was a story I’d heard time and time again, usually when she fell for a guy she’d just met, or had one date. “Yeah, it was nineteen-fifty, there weren’t as many options back then,” I teased.
“Oh, whatever. When you know, you know, end of story,” she snapped.
“Open your card,” she ordered.
I pulled the card from the envelope. It was a cute cat in a chef’s hat baking mice-shaped cookies. “I love it,” I said, appreciative that she’d been so supportive of me going back to school.
“Oh, so I heard Greg has a new girl, or at least that’s the rumor at the gym,” Carrie said.
It was a relief to know he was finally going to leave me alone, but still stung that she continued to go to his gym.
“Good, now maybe Carter won’t have to throw him in jail for stalking me,” I snapped.
“How late is he, anyway?” she asked, looking around at the pans all on low heat.
“About an hour,” I admitted, feeling sick as I said it aloud.
“Uh-oh,” she said, lifting her eyebrows high on her forehead.
“He’s probably just caught up at work,” I defended.
I’d been telling myself that he was just at work for the last couple hours, but it was becoming harder to believe. He’d always found time to text me while at work this past week, and I knew he’d call to ask if I needed anything before he headed my way.
Something was wrong. I didn’t know what, but there was something wrong. My mind reeled with the notion that maybe he was a player. He had that perfectly sized bed, his condoms within reach for the position he had me in that first night, and the sex, my God, the sex was mind-blowing. There’s no way he learned how to please a woman like that without some serious experience: player experience.
Maybe he was bored with me already. Maybe he had a one month rule to avoid commitment.
Carrie’s phone beeped, and she quickly pulled it from her purse. I knew she was waiting on the last guy she went out with to call, but her face told me it wasn’t him when she stared at the screen. “He still hasn’t called?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, it’s just a news alert,” she said.
“A news alert? Since when do you care about the news?” I teased.
“Brian talked about current events all night long, and I didn’t have a clue. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t interested. So, I thought maybe, if he did call, I’d be ready this time,” she explained.
I tried my best not to look at her like she was pathetic, but it was tough. She was a beautiful woman, strong, smart, successful; the only thing wrong with her was her choice in men.
“So, what’s the alert?” I asked, trying to change the topic.
“Something about a bank robbery, and a standoff downtown,” she said.
My heart sank. “What does it say?” I panicked.
“I don’t know, I swiped it away,” she said.
I rushed into the living room and turned on the TV. It was all over the news. There were cop cars surrounding the small brick building, and vans, ambulances, firetrucks, and unmarked cars as far as the cameras could see. “My God, what if Carter’s there?” I gasped as Carrie’s arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I turned it up, listening to the updates as they happened. The robbery occurred several hours ago, but the news just got wind, and was blasting it on every station.
“Several hostages have been released, with only two remaining inside with what we believe to be at least three armed men,” the reporter said, her voice shaken from the chaos she was covering.
I moved back towards the couch, sitting down without taking my eyes from the TV. Carrie sat down beside me, sliding her arm over my shoulder to comfort me as I watched the mess unfold.
Gunshots went off and cops scurried everywhere. The reporter was out of breath as she ducked behind the news van, announcing what we’d all just heard. “Two gunshots, no idea if they were police or the gunmen inside,” she said, her voice still shaken.
The camera scanned the area, showing several of the officers as they readied their guns and took position. I didn’t see Carter, but in my heart, I knew he was there. “Two officers were shot by the gunmen, one in stable condition with a wound to the arm, no word on the other. They apprehended the suspects, released the hostages, and this is finally over,” she said, relief in her voice.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I gripped my phone, frantically calling Carter over and over, only to get the voicemail.
Carrie tightened her grip on me, squeezing me tightly as I glued myself to the TV, waiting for more information. My phone was gripped so tightly in my hand it hurt, but I couldn’t let go. I tried calling again; again I got voicemail.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Carrie offered her support.
The reporter looked a mess, her hair flying in the wind, her makeup smeared from her tears of fear during her coverage, but she continued on like the pro that she was, like Carter. He was a pro. I knew he was there, and I knew he’d be the one to volunteer to go in, to save those people and risk his life. He was that pro.
“Officer Harold Gehrig we’ve just learned was taken to the hospital to treat a gunshot wound to the arm; he is in stable condition and expected to be released in a few short hours,” the reporter said.
“What about the other one?” I yelled at the TV.
“We’ve not yet been given the name of the second officer shot, and have no information on his condition at this time,�
� she said sadly.
I knew what that meant. No name meant he was seriously hurt, or even dead. They couldn’t release his name until they notified the family. I wasn’t family. What if it was Carter? I didn’t even know where his mother lived to call and ask her, and she wouldn’t even know who I was. “I’m gonna be sick,” I said, rushing to the bathroom.
I leaned over the toilet, letting my stomach release the toxins created by the stress I was feeling. Carrie held my hair. “You can’t assume the worst,” she said softly.
“He would’ve called. He would’ve answered his phone,” I gasped, gagging out the last of my stomach’s contents into the porcelain bowl.
“This just ended. He can’t stop in the middle of a bank robbery to call you and let you know he’s okay. I’m sure he would’ve if he could’ve,” she said, handing me a cold, wet cloth for my face.
I leaned against the tub, placed the cloth on my forehead, and tried to believe her, tried to believe that Carter was okay and that he’d call any minute to tell me so himself.
My hand vibrated as my phone went off. Carter’s face lit up the screen, bringing me back from the doom I’d created as our fate. “Hello, are you okay?” I asked frantically as I answered.
“Yes. I’m so sorry. I wanted to call, but there wasn’t any time. I was afraid you’d see this mess on the news and fear the worst,” he soothed me when I should’ve been soothing him.
“I was watching. I mean, at first I just thought you stood me up, but then the news came on, and the gunshots…Carter, I thought it was you,” I sobbed into the phone.
“Naomi, baby, please don’t cry. I’m fine,” he insisted.
“They wouldn’t release the officer’s name, I thought he’d been killed, I thought it was you. They only tell the family; I’m not family, and I don’t know your family,” I rattled.
Carrie stroked my hair from my face and worked on getting me to slow down and breathe. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” he said.
I thought hearing his voice would’ve calmed me, but it didn’t. That feeling, that fear, it was real, it was strong, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I felt it if we stayed together. Could I handle this?