by Ivy Jordan
Carter scooped me up into his arms, carried me into the house, and kicked his door shut. My body exploded with thunderous sexual arousal, ready for anything and everything he was about to give me.
He carried me into the living room and gently tossed me onto his oversized sofa. I squealed when I landed, bouncing from the cushion and feeling lightheaded from my buzz. “I’ve missed you like crazy,” he said, leaning into me, kissing me with more passion than the last.
I gripped my arms around his neck and pulled him to the side of me. I leaped onto him, straddling his already-hard cock with my blue dress pulled to my hips so my legs would spread.
My hands worked the waistline of his sleep pants, sliding them down with his help as our mouths locked together, hungry for one another’s flavor.
I pushed him back into the couch once his cock was unleashed, and then slowly slid down his body until my knees were on the floor. My mouth teased him, gently blowing hot air on his tip, and then licking around the rim like he was my favorite ice cream cone.
His gasps and groans worked me up, making me want to please him more than ever. I worked up saliva in my mouth, and then slowly pushed my mouth down onto him.
My hand rolled his balls in its palm, feeling the warmth of his sex as the flavor of his manhood filled my mouth and throat. His balls tightened in my hand, and I knew he was getting close. As much as I wanted to taste his salty-sweet cum slide down my throat, I couldn’t deny the ache between my legs.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, lifting up and letting my tongue flick at the head of his hard cock.
He leaned over, slid one from the pocket of his sleep pants that were on the sofa next to him in a wad, and handed it to me.
I slid the rubber from the package, and then placed it on the tip of his cock. Instead of using my fingers to roll it down the shaft, I pushed it down with my mouth, making him moan and twitch.
I slid my panties off, teasing him with a little peek of my bare pussy under my dress before straddling him.
His hands pulled at my dress, tugging the front down enough that my breasts fell out and became fair game for his mouth and tongue.
The aching between my legs brought me to a new place, a new sense of passion and sexuality that I’d never experienced. I wanted control. I wanted to fuck him.
I pushed him back onto the sofa, taking my breasts from his reach. My hand slid between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit for a quick relief before gripping his cock and guiding it into my wet cunt.
My body throbbed as I lowered onto him, my weight pushing him deep inside of my body. He growled, gripping my hips tight, letting his fingers dig into my soft flesh as I rocked towards him, then away, then back again.
The pace was mine to control: slow, fast, hard, and gentle. I loved making him sigh, making his eyes roll back in his head, and most of all, I loved making him smile at me with those eyes.
My body lifted from him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. I situated my feet on either side of him in a squatting position and then lifted my dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor.
I spread my pussy open with two fingers, giving him a clear view of his manhood gliding inside the tight, glistening pink hole between my legs as I lowered onto him.
His eyes lingered on our sex, watching in amazement, a view I wasn’t sure he’d ever had before. When he lifted his eyes from between my legs and let them lock onto mine, we both began to throb, coming together in perfect harmony.
It was a lot of work being the one to fuck someone. My breathing was rapid, my heartbeat wild, and my body felt as though it was made of Jell-O.
I lifted from him, my legs wobbly and trembling as I stood in the high heels. His eyes took me in, his lips curled into a smile, and in that moment, it felt like ‘us’ again.
“I like it when you’re drinking,” he chuckled.
I walked towards the kitchen, wearing nothing but my blue heels, and grabbed two beers from the fridge. “Then let’s continue,” I smirked, handing one to Carter.
It was warm snuggled up beside him, and the beer helped soothe my throat from all the moaning. “I don’t want to stay away from you again,” I admitted.
“Me either,” he agreed, pulling me in close.
“I’m really sorry about your truck,” I said, understanding that seeing it in that shape was devastating, and of course he’d be irrational.
“It’s okay. It’s been fingerprinted, and they’ll be pulling Greg in for questioning Monday morning when I start my shift,” he said calmly.
“What?” I said, lifting my head, and suddenly not so comfortable.
“Yeah. We just need his fingerprints. Since he was never booked, or charged in your case, there’s nothing on record,” he said, sipping his beer, and then smiling in my direction.
“So, you don’t know that it’s him? You just still think so, and you’re gonna pull him in, fingerprint him, and then what?” I asked, my anger boiling deep in the pit of my stomach.
“Arrest him, I imagine,” he chuckled.
“And if he didn’t do it?” I snapped.
“That’s a very slim chance,” he smirked.
I stood up, grabbed my dress, and slid it back onto my body. “I told you, I didn’t think he would do something like that. I told you, I knew he wouldn’t do something like that,” I yelled, gripping my phone and opening my Uber app.
“Where are you going?” Carter asked.
I ordered a ride and headed for the door.
“I thought you said you were sorry,” he said, following me as he slid on his sleep pants.
“I was sorry, for getting so upset, but I didn’t think you’d still do something I asked you not to, just on a hunch,” I hissed.
“A hunch? It’s my job to have a hunch, and be right,” he said loudly.
“Just because you grew up with an abuser doesn’t mean you can spot one a mile away,” I said.
“Yes, it does,” he snapped.
“Oh, yeah? Then why did you haul me in, and not Greg?” I asked, smirking in his face.
“I was doing my job. Domestic violence cases are never truthful, at least not a hundred percent, on either side. We follow protocol to protect women, but when we show up to a witness and a bleeding man, what are we supposed to do?” he snapped.
I was so glad to see the silver Camry pull into the drive. There was nothing left to talk about, or yell about. He was hauling Greg in, he would be proven innocent, and then he’d come after Carter, and most likely me. So much for my peaceful life.
Chapter Nine
My stomach was in knots all weekend, wondering what Greg was going to do after he was questioned by Carter.
Monday morning, I got up, headed to the grocery store, and planned on trying to enjoy my day off. Culinary school started that night, so I took off to relax, but that was before Carter told me his plans. I wasn’t relaxed at all.
The store was calming, my usual place of solitude. I could lose myself, or whatever stress I had going on, in the aisles, just browsing through all the ingredients, dreaming of dishes for my clients.
I’d finally decided that it was best to walk away from both Greg and Carter. If Greg wanted to retaliate against me for something I didn’t have anything to do with—well, there was nothing I could do to stop him. If Carter wanted to believe he knew everything about everybody, then I couldn’t stop him, either.
It was a mistake moving on so quickly, I’d known it then, and I certainly knew it now. I was taking my six months, maybe even a year. I would finish school, work on building my business, and focus on myself.
“Is this kale?” I turned to see Carter standing at the produce section with collard greens in his hand.
He caught me off-guard, but he was so handsome, his smile so kind, it was hard to avoid smiling back. “No,” I said, taking it from him, and replacing it where it belonged.
I grabbed the kale, placed it in his cart, and noticed he had two steaks, a bottle of wine, and sea
salt. My stomach churned at the thought of him moving on so quickly, already planning a special dinner for someone new. That took an entire minute.
“Thanks,” he said.
My jealousy and pain inched up from the deep pit where I’d stuffed it as I smiled, and started to walk away.
“Wait,” he said, reaching towards my arm.
When his hand gripped my elbow, a spark ignited and sent familiar feelings between my legs. I hated that he still got to me.
His eyes were wide and filled with kindness as he stared at me. “I just wanted you to know I didn’t bring Greg in. You’re right; there’s no reason to stir anything up,” he said. I was shocked. “I just thought you should know. So you didn’t have to worry,” he added with a smile, and then walked away.
Why did I sleep with him that night? Why did I go there drunk? If only I’d taken Carrie’s advice, and found someone new that night, a one-night stand, I wouldn’t have this painful ache in my heart right now.
I left my cart and headed to my car. Tears were already forming in my eyes, and I knew I couldn’t hold it together if he spoke to me again. I missed him terribly, more than I’d ever missed Greg. Greg!
I stopped in my tracks as I exited the store, spotting Greg sitting in his truck near my car. My heart raced as I wondered if maybe Carter lied to me, that he in fact had called Greg into the station and didn’t want to admit he was wrong. No, he wouldn’t do that. If anything, Carter was an honest man, a good man.
Why was he there, sitting in his truck, acting shady, and so close to my car?
Part of me wanted to go back inside and grab Carter, ask him for help. No, I couldn’t handle seeing him, and I certainly didn’t need him playing my knight in shining armor while trying to get over him.
I took a deep breath, told myself I was being silly. It was a coincidence. The parking lot was full; it was a local store where Greg shopped too, and maybe he hadn’t even noticed my car.
My fingers fumbled with my key in the door lock, not wanting to hit the unlock button and cause Greg to look up and notice me. I slid inside, peered through my rearview mirror, and didn’t notice Greg paying any attention to me.
Relief fell over me as I started my car and pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards home.
At the first stop light, I noticed Greg’s truck behind me a few cars back. I watched carefully as he took every turn I took. I reached for my phone, dialed Carter, but got his voice mail.
I started to panic as I pulled onto my street, and Greg’s truck followed. As I pulled into the driveway, I half-expected Greg to drive on by, but instead, he blocked my drive and got out of his truck.
I dialed Carter again, still no answer. Greg tapped on my window. “Get out of the car,” he said calmly.
My phone was still clutched in my hand, squeezing so hard it was leaving an impression on my skin. “What do you want?” I asked through the rolled up car window.
“You’re being ridiculous. I left something, and I need it,” he said.
He did seem calm. And as I sat there in my driveway with my car doors locked, my windows up, and frantically clenching my phone on which I’d dialed Carter twice, I felt ridiculous.
“What did you leave?” I asked.
“Seriously?” he asked with a chuckle. “It’s my grandmother’s quilt,” he said calmly.
I remembered seeing it in the top of the closet, so I was beginning to feel even more ridiculous.
“You’re really overreacting, don’t you think?” he asked with a smile.
I opened the car door, still clutching my phone in my hand. “I’ll grab it for you,” I said quickly.
“There are a couple other things I need to grab in the closet, and something in the laundry room,” he said.
“I can get e’m,” I said sternly.
“No. I can get them myself. What are you worried about?” he laughed.
His calmness and constant need to make me feel foolish for being protective had me rattled. I agreed, called Carter one more time, still no answer, and then called Carrie as I opened my front door.
“Sorry I didn’t call you back. Greg was following me and stopped here to grab a few things from the house. I just wanted to let you know as soon as I’m done here, I’ll be right over,” I said to a confused Carrie on the other end of my phone.
“Stay on the phone,” she demanded.
Greg didn’t appear violent or angry. He disappeared into my bedroom, and I knew I needed to keep an eye on him. “I’ll leave the phone on, but don’t talk. I have to pretend like we hung up,” I said, quickly stuffing my phone into my jacket.
Chapter Ten
I followed Greg into my bedroom, standing in the doorway just in case I needed a quick escape if things escalated.
He held the quilt in his hand as he pushed past me in the doorway. “Is that all you need?” I asked.
He didn’t respond. I followed him into the laundry room where he looked around, opened a cabinet, and then walked back to the living room. “Where’d your little piggy run off to?” he laughed.
His lips snarled under his nose as he laughed, and that same black stare returned in his eyes from the day he’d attacked me.
“If you have everything you need, you should go. You’re not even supposed to be here,” I reminded him.
“I’ll leave when I’m ready. Guess your little piggy realized this is a dangerous neighborhood for pigs, and their trucks,” he snarled as he laughed again.
“You did that?” I asked, shocked that I had been so wrong about him.
“What? Left a friendly note? Sure.”
I reached into my purse, pulling out my phone. “Call the police,” I screamed into the receiver just before Greg slapped it out of my hand.
“Who was that? You got a new man already?” Greg rolled his eyes and then stretched his head back, snapping his neck with a gruesome noise.
I backed up slowly, making my way to the door when he lunged at me, gripping my arm and pulling me towards him.
His breath reeked of wheatgrass as he pushed his mouth against mine. I screamed, kicked, and tried to get away, but he was too strong. “What do you want?” I cried as he slung me onto the couch.
“I own you. I made you. You can’t just walk away,” he growled, reaching for the buckle on his jeans.
I rolled from the couch onto the floor, crawling as fast as I could towards the door. Pain surged through the back of my head as Greg gripped my ponytail, pulling me backward and slamming my head into the coffee table.
This was it. I should’ve listened to Carter. Why hadn’t I listened?
Without Carter patrolling the block, there would be at least five to ten more minutes before the police could arrive in this neighborhood, if in fact Carrie heard me before my phone had been smashed into pieces against the wall. That would give Greg time to do what he wanted, and probably get away.
“When I’m done with you, your little pig friend is gonna get his, and then whoever else you’ve been fuckin’, you little whore,” Greg warned.
“Leave him alone. He left me. It’s me you’re mad at, not him,” I pleaded.
“Oh, no. I’m mad at both of you,” he insisted, his eyes twitching as he spoke.
The front door pushed open and Carter rushed in, slamming Greg against the wall. They scuffled, and in the mix, it was hard to tell who was winning, and who was losing.
They were both on the floor, rolling around as fists flew in every direction. I screamed when Greg’s fist landed on Carter, hard enough I could hear the bone in his nose break.
Carter got up on his feet, swinging wildly at Greg, landing every other punch. Greg’s arms were muscular, but not long enough to match Carter’s reach.
Greg stumbled back, hitting his back onto the wall and knocking my pictures off, before he finally gave in, sliding to the floor surrounded by broken glass.
I rushed to Carter, safe in his arms, and sorry I’d ever doubted his judgment. “Thank you,” I said, looki
ng up at his bloodied face.
Four other officers rushed in, cuffed Greg, and hauled him out to the cruiser.
“Did Carrie call you?” I asked, curious as to how he knew to come.
“No. I hired a detective to follow Greg, to make sure he wasn’t causing you any trouble,” he explained.
“So, you knew he was at the grocery store?” I asked.
“My guy called me as he was leaving. He’d lost track of him for about twenty minutes. I knew you had been there, so I assumed the worst. You know, a hunch,” he smiled. “Anyway. I called the guys, told them to head this way, and voila,” he said.
“He did do that to your truck,” I said.
“I know,” he replied.
“Why didn’t you haul him in?” I asked.
“I was afraid he might come after you, like you said. But, I knew once you started defending him, there would be little I could do to protect you,” he sighed.
“I watched my mother talk cops out of taking my dad away many a time. She’d lie and tell them she fell, that he was drunk, loud, but not abusive. The doctors all knew, though. No kid, no matter how rambunctious, breaks their arm in the same place five times in two years. You were showing all the signs, and I couldn’t stand to watch it again. I’m sorry I bailed on you, reacted the way I did. It just brought back some bad memories, and that feeling of helplessness; I never wanted to have that with you,” he said.
“I can’t thank you enough, or tell you how sorry I am,” I pleaded.
“Don’t be sorry. And no need to thank me. I’m just glad you’re okay. You know, I knew you’d let him get close again. When you didn’t want him picked up for harassing you in the parking lot that day, and you hadn’t reported the phone calls he’d made, it was clear that you trusted him, even after what he’d done. I didn’t want you hurt.” Carter wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight against his chest.
His heart was pounding ninety miles an hour, hard against his chest. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he gasped, kissing the top of my head.