by Raven Scott
“I doubt it. It’s one less gang in a city being overrun with drugs.” Just as I answered, there was an urgent report, and the frazzled news anchorwoman glanced past the camera. “Even if they have their suspicions, they’re not going to find anything to the contrary. Baron Ninety-Nine has two choices at this point— go underground or keep dying. At least they’re finally getting the attention they want.”
“Yeah, you know, I heard from Pedro when I was driving him to the airport. He called someone and basically told them to rip apart known hangouts on the other side of the border. He’s mad pissed, man.” Inhaling deeply, I only shook my head at that because what Pedro did on his own turf wasn’t my business, but I was glad he was angry.
It’d give him less incentive to let anyone fuck him over again, and thus stay off my radar. There wasn’t much more he could hand me if he landed in my sights again . . . except his life, of course.
I’m sure it’ll come down to that, eventually.
42
Valerie
“Okay, I hope you have a lot of fun, Nat.” Holding my cell phone to my ear with my shoulder, I popped open the oven to put the lasagna I’d made inside. Heat wafted my hair around my ears, and my sister laughed tipsy on the other end of the line. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Have fun on your date, too, Val. Talk to you later.” Hanging up to set my phone on the counter, I clapped my palms together to sigh, and a leisurely kind of happiness settled deep in my chest. Natasha left me her lasagna recipe, and I fixed my hair over my shoulders as heated excitement wormed between my lungs.
A soft knock on the front door drew my attention, and I gnawed on my lower lip as I went to answer. Carlyle gazed down at me warmly, a smile stretching his lips, and flames licked up my neck as he leaned on the door frame. This time, he didn’t wear a suit. I honestly didn’t think he owned a pair of jeans, but the light khakis clinging to his hips were as casual as I’d seen him.
“Hi . . . hey.” Tearing my eyes off his crotch, I blushed at the knowing glint in his eye, and Carlyle’s smile widened. “Come in.”
“I would be delighted.” Stepping to the side, I pressed against the door, and Carlyle breezed past to brush against me suggestively. Flames crawling up my abdomen, and I shut the door as expectancy tingled my fingertips. My toes dug into the carpet as I followed him to the sofa, and we sat down in a tense, sexually charged awkwardness.
“Are you going to treat me differently now that you know?” The question just burst out of me, and I clamped my hands over my mouth as my desire tinged thickly in embarrassment. Staring at my lap when Carlyle’s gaze bored holes into my cheek, I silently cursed myself, and my skin jumped when he cupped my chin. Forcing me to look at him, he frowned slightly under furrowed brows, and I held my breath as my heart thundered rapidly in its cage.
“Yes.” Rolling my lips between my teeth to hide my own frown, I tensed when Carlyle swooped in to kiss me so sweetly that it stole what little stale breath I had. Goosebumps swept down my body, and he pinched my chin gently as his passion and his anger and his gratitude clogged my throat. Reaching a tentative hand to his chest, I didn’t protest when he caressed up my jaw, and his palm clung to the back of my head gingerly.
His tongue slipped past my teeth, and I leaned forward when Carlyle tangled his fingers in my hair. Tangling with mine, his taste coated the roof of my mouth, and I shuffled to straddle him as he laid back on the armrest. All we did was kiss, but it was so wonderful— so liberating— and the passion behind his tongue warmed my whole body.
Carlyle’s kisses couldn’t hide anything, and a moan squeezed past the dense lump in my throat when he palmed down my back. The lacy lingerie I wore under my clothes suddenly became itchy, and he gasped into my mouth as his tongue danced with mine. His body heat seeped through my clothes, and I slowly managed to undo each button of his shirt.
“Valerie . . . ” Covering my hands with his when I reached the last button, Carlyle pulled my knuckles to his lips, and his eyes shone so brightly with all his passion that they threatened to blind me. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Yeah.” He was so strong, this man who grabbed my thighs, sat up, and then stood in one smooth movement. His muscles played against my front, and my knees clung to his sides as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You’re so strong, Carlyle.”
“I have to be.” The simple answer tugged up the corners of my lips, and Carlyle nudged open my bedroom door and didn’t bother to close it. We didn’t have to worry about anyone barging in on us. Natasha was on a plane above Georgia or somewhere, so it was just me and him here.
Setting me in the middle of my bed, Carlyle held himself above me on his hands and knees, and I threaded my fingers through his hair. The soft, silky strands tickled between my fingers, and he didn’t protest when I drew his lips to mine. My abdomen clenched as he settled between my legs, and every cell in me buzzed with desire and something deeper . . . more profound.
Steering from my mouth, Carlyle placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, and I gasped when he flicked my pulse point with his tongue. My nipples tightened and ached with need, and I arched slightly as a whimper breached my lonely lips. Pink seeped into the corners of my vision, and he very slowly rolled up my shirt as he laved the swell of my breasts.
“Oh . . . ” The thin lace holding back my breasts scratched my skin compared to his touch, and Carlyle’s little, breathless moan surged down my sternum. With care, he pulled my shirt over my head, and I inhaled a shallow, shuddering breath as he caressed down my arms with rough fingertips. “You’re beautiful . . . words aren’t enough.”
“Numbers are, though.” Once again, my words just slipped out, and my ears burned at the tender smile Carlyle showed me. Covering my mouth with his, he snuck his tongue to tangle around mine, and I moaned at the sweetness of his taste.
“On a scale of one to ten, you’re a thirty-two.” Mouthing the number, my heart fluttered at the reverence in Carlyle’s tone, and he reached between us to unfasten my jeans. The coarse hairs on his arm tickled my skin, and I fisted the pillow above my head loosely as he sat back on his knees. “Make that a thirty-three.”
It seemed so trivial and superficial that I had a number, but pride surged through me knowing I was the highest. I’d always be the highest. There’d never be another woman who even got the honor of a number. Peeling my jeans down my legs, Carlyle’s eyes never left mine, and he kissed my heel and calf as he tossed my pants off the bed.
Trailing his nails up my thigh, Carlyle’s touch sent spasms through me, and need gripped my spine in a vice.
“I’m so sorry.” The apology thickened his voice, a slight, raw lilt scratching my ears, and his eyes shone brilliantly with all the things he wouldn’t say. “I promise I’ll do better for you, Valerie.”
“I promise, too, to always try to be on your side, even when you’re wrong.” My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and my words couldn’t accurately portray what I meant, but Carlyle understood. Draping himself over me, he captured my lips to seal our promises, and I cupped his face in warm hands as he dropped to his elbows. Deepening our kiss, his tongue danced around mine, but it was as much a seal on a secret as it was a promise.
“This is very pretty— it’s a good color on you.” Flirting with the cup of my bra, Carlyle’s fingertips thickened the goosebumps that swarmed my chest. Flames licked up my neck as he licked his way down, and I gasped when he sucked my nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric. “Green is a good color on you, Valerie.”
“The description online when I bought it said it was oak green.” My voice trembled, and tiny shocks of pleasure streamed down my chest when Carlyle hummed softly. His teeth grazed my nipple, and I arched into his mouth with a small moan while he tweaked my other peak greedily.
“You look like a fairy. It’s very sexy.” My lips parted in surprise at that, and he met my eyes and held them as he kissed down my belly. Desire ran rampant in my veins when he dipped his tong
ue into my navel, and I moaned as he gripped my thighs to part them. “It’s going to be a long, long night, Valerie.”
“Carlyle . . . ” He licked outside my panties with all of his tongue, and I shivered with a moan as rapture shot through me. My hands flew to his hair, and he hummed softly in satisfaction as he spread my legs wider. “Oh, my, God . . . Carlyle . . . ”
Nibbling my clit, his hot breath seeped through the fabric, and I squeezed my eyes shut to savor the sensations curling my toes. Small grumbles and sounds of satisfaction reverberated through me, and he flicked his tongue against my sensitive nub. Rumbles of euphoria began to radiate from my core, the heat beating sweat down my neck, and I flexed my fingers in his hair in wordless greed.
Crawling up to capture my mouth in a hot, passionate kiss, Carlyle sucked in a breath through his nose before pulling back to pant hoarsely. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something dark and wild in his eye, but he hid it well before claiming my lips and tongue.
43
Valerie
Grinding against me, the friction of our bodies dribbled between my breasts, and Carlyle lapped it up like he lived on my sweat. Every tilt of his hips, every breath, was heavy, savoring each individual sensation, and I gripped the pillow above my head tighter. He lavished me with his kisses, the dense tickle of his happy trail against my abdomen, and I sucked in a shallow inhale as he peeled back the thin lace of my bra.
Tugging my throbbing nipple with his teeth, Carlyle reached between us into my panties, and I sputtered a moan. His rough fingers circled my clit expertly, eyes laser-focused on my face to capture each minute flicker of pleasure, and I gulped down the lump in my throat. His finger slid easily between my folds, and he switched to my left nipple to groan in satisfaction. My juices dripped onto the sheet, and his lips caressed my abdomen before he pulled my panties off.
“Beautiful . . . ” The reverent whisper slithered up my sternum, and Carlyle licked his lips hungrily as he gripped my thighs and spread them wide. My slick folds parted to expose me to his gaze, and I clenched on nothing as he settled on his front. Flicking the tip of his tongue up my slit, he drew a guttural moan from deep in my chest, and I tensed as pleasure gripped my muscles.
Gripping his head with my thighs, I trembled under the weight of his mouth, and he gingerly worked two fingers into my channel as he swirled his tongue around my bead. Sputtering a moan, I tilted my hips eagerly, and Carlyle caressed my inner walls as he pulled out. Reaching to grip my breast and squeeze, he grumbled his satisfaction when I tightened around his digits, and his knuckle hairs gyrated against my folds.
“C-Carlyle . . . I’m gonna come. Make me . . . make me come.” Pressure built behind my shuttered lids, but I wasn’t sure Carlyle could hear me through my tense thighs. My walls undulated around his fingers, and he curled and twisted as pleasure coiled in my belly. “Carlyle . . . ”
Panting harsh and irregular, I tangled my hands in his hair to grind against his mouth, and Carlyle’s groan bounced off my lower ribs. Shivering as I lost myself in the glory of it all, I struggled a sputtering moan, and he twisted his fingers to just the right spot. Pleasure flooded my body, and my thighs tightened around his head as my heels dug into his shoulders. The ground-shattering moan that escaped me thickened the atmosphere, and I arched sharply in an effort to relieve the pressure on me.
But Carlyle didn’t give an inch, and I spasmed lightly when he tugged my clit with his teeth. My juices spilled out of my entrance when he eased out of me, and he licked them up with feverish, proud sounds. The frenzy in my chest stole the energy in my legs as they fell apart, and he kissed up my front as his fingers teased my entrance.
“I love that sound.” Capturing my lips hard, Carlyle’s grumble lodged in my throat, and he slipped three fingers into my channel. Grinding his body to his thrusts, his pants rolled down the valley between my breasts, and I gripped his face in both my clammy palms. The taste of myself and him was intoxicating, and he drew back to duck into my neck as he humped me. A soft squelch cut through the dense air between us, and he wiggled and curled his fingers as I clenched around them.
Flinging my arms over his shoulders, my nails dug into his skin, and Carlyle’s powerful muscles played under sweat-slickened skin.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I-I’m gon-na . . . I . . . ” Burying my shriek of pleasure in his shoulder, my knees clung to his hips as spasms strafed my spine. “Oh, my, God . . . Carlyle!”
My toes curled sharply, and I scratched at Carlyle’s back as rapture blanketed my mind. His fingers left me to be replaced with the scorching hot, spongy head of his cock, and he ground between my folds to coat himself in my wetness. Bracing his forearm above my head, he pulled back his hips and palmed my crown, and I gasped as anticipation sloshed through my chest.
“Fuck me hard . . . hard . . . hard . . . hard! Fuck me hard!” If he had tried to be gentle and caring, his efforts just stopped at my plea, and Carlyle thrust with a sharp snap of his hips. His cock stretched my walls, the silkiness of his skin gyrating against my walls as they clamped down on him. Gripping my ass with his nails, he strained a groan through teeth that dug into the taut muscles in my neck.
Rolling back, my eyes ached from the vicious pounding against them, and Carlyle exited me almost completely before surging back in. His hips bashed mine with the distinctive slap of skin on skin, and he set a grueling, vicious pace. Undulating around his hard cock, I spasmed with the force of my orgasm, and he jostled both my legs over his shoulders to pin my knees against my chin.
“Oh-h-h fuck! Fuck me hard! Harder!” Squeaking my pathetic need, I panted weakly as Carlyle grabbed the backs of my knees and drilled. Colorful spots assaulted my shuttered lids, and I gripped the pillow above me just to hold onto something. His cock bruised my spot over and over, the veins caressing sweetly even as he rammed my channel. Grunts rained down on me, and he spread my thighs to watch his cock disappear into my channel.
“Jesus, Valerie . . . Val . . . you sweet-t . . . ” Sharp, jarring thrusts sent me high, higher, and higher, Carlyle grunted my name as he forced himself as deep as he could go. His sac slapped against my ass cheeks, his nails digging to the point of stinging, and I came hard. Air invaded the thin space between my brain and my skull, and I couldn’t remember to breathe under the onslaught as pleasure locked my empty lungs.
“On your knees. On your knees, Valerie.” Unhooking his nails from my quivering flesh, Carlyle jostled my hips up, and my knees spread easily apart on the sheets. He jiggled my ass cheeks with an appreciative groan, and I managed a shallow breath before he plunged into my depths with a grunt. “Fu-u-uck!”
His hiss rolled up my back, and my cry of pleasure muffled in the bed as I clenched around his thick rod. Cracking his palm against my ass cheek, Carlyle growled gutturally, and I arched hard as the sting surged behind his groan to lodge between my shoulder blades.
“Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck yes-s-s! Carlyle! Spank me . . . oh-h-h, God!” Smacking my ass cheeks, Carlyle gripped the globes and spread them, squeezing hard, and I lost it. Tears rolled down my nose, and I shuddered as my high-pitched moans morphed into whimpers. His thrusts sharpened, and he gripped my hips tightly to force me back onto his cock. “Oh, God, yes-s-s-s. Right there . . . right there!”
Draping himself over me, Carlyle kissed my shoulder, and I was sure my brain blew a fuse. I couldn’t do anything but take what he gave me, and he pushed down on my head and reached his arm under my thigh to circle my clit furiously.
“Christ!” He thrust one final time, his cock throbbing to the furious beat of my heart as he emptied himself inside me. Tensing against my back, his muscles strained under his skin, and I pushed my ass against the rock-hard tone of his abs. My legs slid out from under me, and we collapsed into a heap of sweaty, quivering flesh and ragged pants. His weight was so comfortable that even if I could breathe, I didn’t want to, and I whimpered as the air was pushed out of my lungs.
“Your ass cheeks fl
ex when you come. It’s so cute.” Growling lowly in my ear, Carlyle managed to half-roll off me, and I groaned mindlessly in acknowledgment. Caressing my flaming skin, he squeezed my cheeks and raked his nails up my back to wrap his arm under my chin. Harsh pants dried the sweat on my back, and I gripped his wrist weakly as he held me to him.
44
Carlyle
Flopping my head back, I closed my eyes to savor the sound of Valerie choking on my cock, and pleasure tingled my thighs. She’d reversed my stance on blowjobs with one expert, flick of her tongue, and I gathered up her hair to watch my shaft disappear down her throat.
Some of the girls I’d been with were sloppy, slobbering messes, but not Valerie. She sucked up her spit and dribbled it down to pump my cock, and I groaned softly when she squeezed the base. Clenching my jaw, I fisted both my hands in her hair, and her soft palms braced against my knees as I took control. Her gags became louder, her throat flexing around the head of my cock so nice, and I sat up to thrust against her chin.
“Fuck, Valerie.” I couldn’t take it anymore, only managing a few thrusts before pulling her head up, and her bright, brown eyes locked on mine. Valerie practically jumped into my lap, and I kissed her hard as her hand fumbled to poise my tip between those luscious folds. The taste of her was indescribable, and she sat her tight pussy down my shaft to shudder and arch. Tearing my hands from her hair, I squeezed and pinched her breasts— if nothing else, I would never get tired of feeling the heavy globes spill out between my fingers.