by Cindy Wilder
I sat in my car, and my nerves were going crazy. I had the radio on to try and drown out my thoughts. My hands were glued to the steering wheel. I could see how white my knuckles were from gripping it so tightly. Sweat covered my forehead, as I watched him with his friends through the restaurant window. Each second that they talked and laughed felt like hours. When I watched them stand, I thought I was going to be sick. Maybe I should leave, I thought. Screw that, I told myself. You came here for answers and to see his face. That's what you need to do.
Just as the door to the restaurant opened, I quickly got out of my car and stood against my door. I couldn't help but feel like a crazy stalker, as I stood there waiting for him to walk out. One of the guys looked up and our eyes connected before I quickly looked away.
"Hey, cutie," he called out. "What are you doing waiting out here?"
Before I could answer, his eyes narrowed and his head tilted to the side. Did he recognize me, I wondered? I knew who he was. He was the guy I joked with Kyle about from the picture. A second guy whistled from behind him. When the third guy walked out and heard the other two talking, he laughed.
"Hey sexy," the second guy said. "What fool left you out here all alone?"
The third guy laughed, as he put his money back into his wallet. When he looked up to see who the other guy was talking to, my heart stopped. It was Kyle. He stood still looking at me. The second guy started across the parking lot toward me, and somehow Kyle got in front of him and pushed him back as he shook his head.
"Carrie," he whispered.
I looked back down at my feet.
"The Carrie," one of the guys said. "We've heard so much about you. I have to thank you myself for all of the amazing food and laughs we have gotten from your packages."
I looked up and smiled.
"We just wanted Kyle to know how much we miss him. I'm glad he was nice enough to share with all of you."
"You drove that car all the way here," Kyle growled out.
"I did," I said.
"Our boy talks about you all the time. I wouldn't mind having a sister as sexy as you," one of them said.
"Shut the hell up," Kyle shot back at him.
"I'm not his fucking sister," I snapped.
"Shit," he said. "Sorry."
Kyle let out a laugh. All four of them stopped and watched me, as Kyle stepped closer.
"Does your dad know you're here?" he asked.
"No," I said. "This was a mistake. I should just go. I shouldn't have come here. I'll let you get back to your life. I can't believe I drove this far for this."
I reached out to open my door, but he grabbed my arm before I could get it.
"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" he asked.
"I was in the neighborhood and had nothing better to do. I just thought I'd stop by and ask when the fuck you planned on telling me," I yelled.
His hands immediately ran through his hair, and I saw the sadness claim his face. He walked over to say something to his friends, and then jogged back over to me. When he took my hand in his and led me to the other side of the car, I felt a familiar warmth consume me. He made sure I was in the car before he went to his side. As soon as his door closed, he looked over at me.
"How did you find out?" he asked.
"Really," I said. "That's how you want to start the conversation. Not I've missed you or it's nice to see you. I don't know why I was stupid enough to think you cared about me. I was just something to keep you occupied when you had nothing better to do. I wasn't sure how you were going to react when I showed up. For some reason, this isn't what I had in mind."
"Do not ever say you were something to occupy my time again," he growled. "It's not like that at all. You have no idea how much I've missed you and wished so badly that I could see you. I didn't want you to worry. I was going to tell you once I had more details, Carrie. I would never keep that from you."
"You told your mom and my dad first," I said. "I've told you things I've never told anyone. I thought something was different between us. I had to hear you tell my dad through the kitchen door. Do you have any idea what that was like?"
He started the car and headed toward the hotel I told him I was staying at. When he took my hand in his, I felt like pulling away. I didn't feel like he cared about me at all. I couldn't pull away. Who knew when I would see him again. I heard him say he could be gone for entire year. With my head leaning against my window, tears ran down my cheeks, as I thought about how badly I knew I was going to worry. The car shut off and my door opened. He reached in and took my hands to pull me to my feet. We walked to my room quietly. I slid the card into the slot and opened the door.
He walked in and pulled me into his arms, as the door closed behind us. With my head against his chest, I continued to sob. My arms were wrapped so tightly around him that I was losing feeling in them. I was too afraid to let him go.
"Its okay, Carrie," he whispered into my hair.
His hand went to my chin to lift it, but I wouldn't let him move me.
"Look at me, baby," he said.
I finally looked up to see tears in his eyes.
"I can't do this," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"You can't leave," I cried. "You can't leave me, Kyle. I don't know what to do. I needed to see you. There was no way I could let you leave without seeing you. I heard what you said about being gone for a whole year. We talk almost every day. I know we won't be able to do that anymore. I can't let you go. I can't let you leave. What if I can't talk to you? What if I don't know where you are? What if I lose you? I can't lose you, Kyle. You're all I have. You're all I want."
My shoulders were shaking so badly. I couldn't stop the emotions and words from pouring through me.
"I keep that car because it makes me feel close to you. I work forty hours a week, and take the fullest load of classes I possibly can. Do you know why I do that? I do it so I won't have time to think about you. It's so damn hard to sleep already. I dream about you at night and worry about you all day. All of that happens while I am talking to you every day. I don't know what's going to happen when you leave. I need to know you're safe."
He was still holding me tight. I could feel his breath against the top of my head.
"I love you, Kyle," I said. "This may be my only chance. I love you so much it hurts. I fell in love with you that summer you taught me to drive. I've fallen more for you with each passing day. You were my first. I waited for you. I've been waiting for you this whole time. I could never have the feelings I have for you for anyone else. I love you with my entire being. I've waited three long years for you. You're going to be so far away. It's going to be so dangerous. I don't want you to go."
"I love you too," he whispered against my head.
My head shot up, and I looked into his eyes.
"What?" I whispered.
"I love you, baby," he said, as he held my face between his hands.
"Like your sister?" I asked.
"No," he said. "Not at all. Those guys were just being jerks. If they knew how I felt, they would give me such a hard time. There is no way I want to hear them say things about you. I worry about you every day. I've been so scared to tell you. I don't want to hurt you, Carrie. I never want to cause you pain. It's going to be a long time before I'll be able to talk to you. We might only be able to send each other email. I have no idea what's going to happen. I'm so afraid of something happening to me or to you. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want to leave you either."
"I've waited this long, Kyle," I said. "I will always wait for you."
He shook his head.
"I want you to find happiness. You should have love. You deserve someone who will be there for you every moment of every day and treat you the way you deserve to be treated," he said. "I don't know what's going to happen or how long it will take me to get back. I won't ask that of you. I need to know that you're going to be okay no matter what happens over there."
He looked deep into m
y eyes. There was fear, worry, sadness, and love filling his face. He was just as confused as I was. I grabbed the back of his head and brought my lips up to meet his. When my tongue moved across his lower lip, he parted them for me. My tongue made its way to his. Our moves were slow and loving. Neither of us was fighting for control. I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
"I need to see you," I whispered, as I pulled back from our kiss and looked him over.
My hands moved up and down the hard muscle of his chest.
"I need to touch you," I said.
My hands continued moving. I felt his arms, his chest, and his abs. His body felt so good. I felt like my fingers were on fire as they trailed over his skin. I placed tiny kisses from his neck down the front of him. When I fell to my knees and kissed his belly, he looked down at me. My fingers made quick work of the buttons on is pants. With the zipper unzipped, I pulled them down. His cock sprang free, and I gasped at the site of him. I undid the laces of his boots and removed them. His socks went next. I continued moving his pants down his legs and off of him. When I looked up at the naked man in front of me, he took my chin in his hand.
"I need to taste you," I said, as I reached forward and wrapped my hands around his extremely hard shaft.
He was the one and only man I had ever been with. It was the first time I was actually able to really look at him. My hand began moving up and down his shaft slowly. I tightened my hold as my pace increased. His head went back against the door and his breathing deepened. I heard a moan escape his lips. It encouraged me to keep going. I wanted to pleasure him. When he left, I wanted him to know how much I cared for him. My tongue flicked across his tip, and his body jerked. The drop of liquid from the tip spread across my tongue. I moaned, as I swallowed to savor his taste. I circled the tip with my tongue before licking him from his base to the head. When I looked up, he was still against the door with his eyes closed. I continued to stroke and lick him. When my tongue traced another circle around the tip, his cock twitched.
I opened my mouth and covered him. My lips stretched around his cock, adjusting to the size of him in my mouth. I slowly began to slide down his shaft, taking him in inch by inch. When I felt him touch the back of my throat, I stopped. His hand went to my hair. He wrapped it around his hand and pulled me back to his tip. I looked up to see him looking down at me with lust and passion. He let out a deep breath when our eyes connected.
"You have no idea how sexy it is to see you on your knees with my dick in your mouth, sweetheart. I feel like I'm going to lose it already," he said.
With our eyes connected together, I took him deep into my mouth. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. I sucked hard when I moved up and down his shaft.
"Fuck," he breathed out.
His hand began to guide me up and down. He moved me slowly at first. After a few moments, he moved me faster. I sucked him harder, and he groaned. My hands fell to my knees, and I let him have complete control. When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged for a moment and opened my throat to him. He looked down to see my hands resting on my lap. I looked up at him and nodded for him to take whatever it was he wanted. He held the back of my head still and began moving his hips. I felt him tap my throat with each thrust. Kyle picked up the pace, as he looked down at me. With both hands on the back of my head, he growled into the air as he plunged his cock into my mouth and exploded down the back of my throat. I took every drop of him and licked him dry before releasing his cock with a pop sound into the air.
He reached down and pulled me to my feet. His hand went to the hem of my t-shirt as he pulled it quickly over my head before removing my bra.
"I have to see you and touch you and taste you," he said in a deep, rough tone. "I've missed you so damn much."
He walked me back to the bed until my knees stopped against it. His hands moved fast, and I was naked in seconds. My pants, shoes, and socks were thrown around the room. He nudged me down on the bed and pulled me to the bottom. I watched him fall to his knees in front of me. He took my legs in his hands and spread them roughly. I heard his breath catch as he looked at me spread before him.
"Fuck," he whispered, as he leaned forward and licked my pussy with the tip of his tongue. "I need you so fucking bad."
His finger went to my pussy. He spread my juices around and smiled.
"So damn wet," he said. "I can't wait for you to come on my face, sweetheart."
He lifted my leg and put my foot on his shoulder before doing the same with the other. When he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed, I yelped into the air. He held them tight in his hands as his face dove forward into my pussy. His tongue thrust inside me, and my hips flew forward. He devoured me. I felt so wanted and loved. It was like he couldn't get enough of me. His tongue fucked me fast. I could feel him hitting that perfect spot inside of me. His warm breath crossed my clit, and I grabbed the sheets. My hips met each thrust of his tongue, as I held on tight. My moans mixed with his name filled the room. I needed to feel him inside of me.
"Fuck, Kyle," I cried out. "I need you. I have to have you. I need you to fuck me hard."
He chuckled against my pussy, and the vibrations had me grinding against him. My hand went to the back of his head. I needed to come so badly. My hold on the back of his head was tight. He continued to fuck me with his tongue as I held him against me. My other hand moved down my body. I rubbed my clit, as my head fell onto the bed and my back arched.
"Fuck," he said against me.
I rode his face, as I played with myself. My cries were getting louder. He thrust his tongue in deeper, as I felt him lift my ass into the air. His fingers dug into my skin, as his tongue continued to work me. My hips moved against him. I felt my body twitch and shake, as I screamed his name and came around his tongue. He continued his assault on me while I rode out the most intense orgasm. When he slowly let me down on the bed, I fought to open my eyes.
He stood up. It was sexy watching him look me over from above. My legs were still hanging from the end of the bed.
"So fucking sexy," he said. "I need to be inside of you, baby. I have to have you now."
I was still deep in pleasure when he lifted my knees in his arms and lined his cock up at my entrance. My eyes closed as I soaked up the feeling of him sliding into me. It felt even better than it had that first time we had sex. I loved the feel of his cock stretching and filling me.
"Put your hands above your head," he demanded, and I instantly complied. "I fucking need you, Carrie. It's going to be deep and fast."
I nodded up at him. My hands were above my head. He pulled out slowly and plunged into me hard. My back arched, and I screamed his name.
"So beautiful," he moaned, as he pulled out and entered me even harder.
He pushed my legs back against my chest and entered me even deeper.
"Fuck, Kyle," I cried. "So fucking good."
My eyes had closed on their own.
"Open your eyes," he commanded.
The rough tone of his voice sent shivers through me. It was the hottest thing I had ever heard. That man could make me come with his words alone. I opened my eyes and looked at him as he entered me. His cock was so deep. I could feel our skin meet, as he stretched me wide for him. With his hands on my knees, he rocked into me fast and hard. My hips met his thrusts. It felt amazing. I couldn't hold back. He was reaching a magical spot with the tip of his cock each time he thrust into me. My back arched again as I met his next thrust and cried out something that made no sense and came around his cock. I felt my pussy twitch and suck him. He moaned out, as he continued to pump into me.
Without breaking contact, he flipped me onto my stomach. I yelped out into the air at the feeling of the new position. My hands were still above my head, and my cheek was against the bed. My knees held me up, as he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into the air. I cried out at the unexpected sting when his hand smacked against my ass. It felt so good when he rubbed the sting away. His hand was warm and
comforting. When his fingers moved up and down my pussy around his cock, I felt my body shake. Then I felt it again, a smack to my other side. He stilled inside of me. I needed him to move. When he rubbed the sting away, I shoved back against him. He held my hips tight with his fingers.
"Kyle," I cried out.
"Yes, baby," he said. I could hear the smirk with his words.
"Please," I said, as I tried to move against him.
"What, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Fuck me," I whimpered. "I need you to fuck me."
He moved out and back in before spanking me again. My body shook with pleasure. He rocked into me, and I cried out. He pulled out of me, and I instantly felt the loss of him.
"Do you know how sexy you are?" he asked, but I didn't respond. "This is the most beautiful site in the world. You are laid out before me with your ass in the air, waiting for me to fill you. My hands are printed on your tight ass."
He leaned forward and placed tiny kisses over the spots his hands had made contact with. It felt so good being there with him.
"Kyle," I cried out again. "Fuck. Me. Now."
He reached up and grabbed my sides.
"Up," he said. "Put your hands on the headboard. I want you up."
I did as he said and got up. His hand nudged my back, and I arched it. His hands grabbed my hips, and he thrust into me hard. I felt my body jerk forward and steadied myself just before he pumped in again. His groans mixed with my moans. We were both calling each other's names.
"Hold on tight," he said. "I want you to think about me inside of you for days. I can't explain how fucking bad I need you right now."
"Take me, Kyle," I cried out. "I want it all. Give me everything you have."
It was like something snapped inside of him. He leaned forward and kissed my back. His hand wrapped around my hair, and I cried out when he pulled my head back and devoured my neck. He sucked and bit it as I cried out his name. I felt him at my entrance and braced myself. With my neck open to him, he continued to bite it as he thrust into me deep and hard. After several pumps, he stood up. With one hand on my hip and the other in my hair, he fucked me harder and deeper than I thought possible. My cries and whimpers filled the air, as he took me like he would never be able to get enough. My pussy ached and was ready to explode. He used my hair to hold me up as he continued to pound into me over and over. His fingers dug into my hip, as I pushed back against him just as hard. I needed him more than I had ever needed anything.