9. Chapter 9
Chapter nine
Carter
O nce Katie says she needs to at least take notes on the lecture that was recorded, I head to the living room and open a beer. My dad walks over and puts his hand out. Rolling my eyes, I give him a beer of his own.
Dad doesn’t like to talk about things that he doesn’t think need to be talked about. He’s distracted with the fallout of the divorce, keeping up with work, and is sidetracked constantly by Katie. He glances toward her room as he swallows his beer.
“Leave her tonight,” I order.
“Not your place to say,” he growls.
“I know. She’s not exactly in the mood right now,” I say.
I saw it. She didn’t invite me in. She didn’t offer to get on her knees. She didn’t give me her infamous ‘fuck-me’ eyes. She just watched me with a mix of discomfort and nervousness.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Well?” Dad asks.
“You know your son. You know if we should be worried about his being out all night and refusing to answer any of us.” I snort.
“Carter,” Dad warns.
“Katie is a college student. She’s attractive. Boys are going to talk to her, and she will allow them to until it gets to a point. She doesn’t want anyone else. I believe her. And I know that she’s not the best liar. She turned the same guy down twice for lunch, Dad.” I huff.
Dad takes another swig. “And your brother was at school, saw her talking to someone, and flew off the handle because she didn’t slap a boy who wanted to talk to her.” He snorts. “Typical. That boy needs to take care of his temper.”
“His temper is what I’m worried about. He doesn’t have the best self-control. For all I know, he’s currently turning that unlucky kid into a punching bag and we’ll have to bail him out in the morning,” I insist.
We’re silent for a long moment. I want to see the best in my brother. I want to believe that he trusts Katie and isn’t just fucking her and getting possessive for fun. If he’s fucking shit up by beating some innocent student to a pulp or fucking someone else so he can get rougher than he’d want to be with Katie, I’m going to kick his ass.
Our lack of control already helped ruin our dad’s marriage. It put Katie in an impossible position. There’s no going back now.
How the hell did he survive being on campus with her the first time if he never ran into this problem? “I don’t get this. This isn’t his first time on campus with her. It’s mine, and I have more control than he does when it comes to people staring at, flirting with, and talking to Katie. It’s ridiculous.”
“He’s been doing better with his control issues. He vents them with Katie, gets his temper out in a healthy way. That’s what she’s here for,” Dad says before taking a long drink.
That’s certainly not how I look at it. I love fucking her, always feel better after, especially when I know she’s coming for me, when she lets me do things that used to make her squirm, things that used to scare her. But that’s not the whole deal. I care about her. I want her to feel good. I want her to know that she’s safe with us. She needs to know that we’re in this for more than sex.
Granted, my dad loves fucking her while she’s asleep and likes to watch us fuck her, but he has his own life. He’s not around except at night. When I’m not teaching or at the office, I’m with her. I text her throughout the day, especially when I know she’s stressed.
I can’t deal with my worries for Katie and worry about my brother too.
“I’m going to try him again,” I say.
“You’re just going to piss him off.”
I shoot a glare at my dad.
He shrugs. “Look, I know you boys. You’re rebellious, but you’re strong. You can take on the world without fear, without a problem. You create the life you want for yourselves in different ways.”
“Which isn’t always good, especially if Brad’s already pissed. One guy looks at him the wrong way and—”
“And he’ll meet the consequences of his actions and face the fact that he’s not a minor anymore. A few nights in jail might get him to actually take care of his anger issues if Katie’s not able to do that for him,” Dad finishes.
“You’d let that happen?”
“Being a parent isn’t all about protection and raising you guys. Sometimes, I have to remove the net and see what happens when it’s not there. If Brad can’t recognize that he has people who care, people who will listen and help him, then maybe he needs to see what happens if he loses control on his own.”
Shaking my head, I take out my phone and walk to the kitchen to get some space between us. My dad is a good man—usually, where it matters, at least—but I don’t want to think of my brother ending up in jail for assault. I don’t want to think of him doing something he’ll regret. I know it will affect me. I know it will only upset him further. And I know it will completely derail Katie’s peace.
So it’s simply not allowed. Period.
When Brad doesn’t pick up again, I take a breath and decide to leave a message.
“Katie’s not going to cheat on us, you asshole. She didn’t do anything wrong. Be possessive, be a dick, whatever, but punishing her like this—where she’s worrying about you to the point that she can’t focus on schoolwork—is crueler than it would be if you just fucked her hard while edging her. Just text her. Text me. Do something to prove you’re not spending the night in jail or knocked out in an alley after getting in a fight you couldn’t win. Dick,” I hiss, then hang up.
He’ll either be home in the morning or he won’t, but I’m not going out to look for him. Next time I get the chance, I’ll put an app or something on his phone to track him. I’m not letting him fuck up the happiness we could have.
I refuse.
My hands itch, my mind is restless, and I know what can fix that. If Brad isn’t going to be here to take care of his slut, I can.
I head upstairs and fling off my shirt in my room before finding Katie wrapping up her notes. She looks up at me as I drag my belt from my pants and her eyes widen. She drops her things and takes a step back. She doesn’t have anywhere to run.
“Carter, we agreed that I need to study. I need to focus on that as much as I can,” she whimpers.
“But you’re not. You’re thinking about Brad,” I argue.
“Well yeah, but I can’t control that. I can control studying, and that means I need to study,” she defends, but her eyes dart to the door.
“Tell me again you don’t want me. That you don’t want me to take your mind off everything.”
Her eyes flick from me to the door again and she takes a step away. “You know I always want you, but right now, we need to wait.”
“Then I’m going to make sure you do nothing other than beg to have me. That you can’t focus on anything except my cock buried in you,” I growl.
I round her bed to catch her, but she hops on her bed, darting toward the door. She runs for the stairs, but I’m faster. I catch her as she squeals my name. She thrashes and fights just like she knows I love.
“Carter, just wait. You know I want you, but I have to—”
I tighten my grip around her waist and thrust my other hand between her legs. She’s soaked. She always is when she runs. And her wiggling and thrashing make me crazy. There’s something about chasing her down that makes me feel… more.
“Go ahead and fight. I know why you do it. I know you love it as much as I do. Make me a monster,” I snarl.
She moans as I rub her clit mercilessly. She yelps and squirms in my arms, no longer kicking or trying to push me away but still squirming desperately. “Carter. Carter, I—”
I step closer to my room, then push her against a wall, my hand forced between her thighs to remind her that her pussy is mine and I can have it whenever I want it.
She stares up at me as I wrap my hand around her throat. “Say that again and mean it. Tell me you want me to wait while you’re soaking wet.”
She whines and shakes her head, but her hand wraps around my hand around her throat, trying to force my grip to loosen. She’s still being obstinate, and she knows it. She knows I’m going to get what I want because she wants it. If she told me no, I’d back down… Well… I’d probably still take what I want from her. But she never says no.
“That’s what I thought. You always want me,” I snarl. “You just love fighting as much as I do.”
I toss her over my shoulder, carry her to my room, and throw her down on my bed. She twists and tries to crawl away as her shirt edges up to her shoulders, exposing that she doesn’t have on a bra.
I lower my pants and boxers as Katie keeps trying to get away until I grab her ankle and drag her back to me. She meets my eyes and pants as I rip her little cotton pajama shorts and thrust my fingers into her.
“Carter,” she moans and presses her face against my bed to try and hide every moan leaving her throat.
“But you offer yourself up so perfectly. One day, I’ll fuck you hard enough that you’ll understand there’s no resisting you, not when you’re looking like this, Doll.” I jerk my fingers out of her pussy and take some of her wetness to her ass. I do it again and again until her ass relaxes and I can thrust inside, spreading them, reminding her that I own this hole too.
Katie moans and squirms as I fuck her ass with my fingers. She rolls back against my hand as she spreads her legs wider for me. “Carter!”
“Say it again, then. Tell me you don’t want me buried in your pussy or your ass,” I command.
She whimpers as I rub her clit with my other fingers, making her writhe on the bed. “Say it, Katie!”
“I can’t,” she whimpers. “Please. Please.”
“You have to wait,” I snarl. I get down on my knees and keep working my fingers in her ass as I tilt my head to her pussy. She’s so fucking soaked and tastes so good as I lap my tongue over her clit.
“Please, Carter, stop teasing me,” she begs.
I bite on her clit lightly. “Behave, Doll. You’ve been naughty. Fighting me, denying me. You’re not getting my cock until you’re sobbing for it.”
I plunge my tongue inside her, thrusting with the same pace as my fingers do in her ass. Then, I’m on her clit again, sucking until her thighs tremble, flicking my tongue until her body spasms.
“Please! Carter!” Katie shrieks.
“What about Brad?” I demand before licking her from clit to ass.
“I don’t care, I want you! Just you. Please fuck me. Please fuck me!” she yells, and I lean up and position myself behind her.
I change my fingers, keeping my right thumb in her ass as I use my other hand to soak the head of my cock with her juices.
With one sharp thrust I’m inside her, forcing her forward on the bed until she’s flat on her belly. I push one of her thighs wide, and she does the same with the other, her legs splayed out so I can fuck her as hard and ruthlessly as I need.
She cries, “Yes!”
“This is always what you need, Katie. You know it and I know it. Whenever you’re stressed, you need my cock distracting you, fucking all those worries out of your head until you can’t think at all,” I snarl.
“Yes! Yes! I’ll be your good doll. Always so good, so—fuck, Carter!” She whimpers. “I’m gonna…”
“You’re going to keep coming until I tell you to stop,” I promise.
Her pussy pulsates around my cock, tighter and tighter, until her hips jerk and she comes hard.
“Fuck,” she moans as I won’t slow my pace, fucking her through her tight pussy.
“Carter…” She shakes her head. “It’s too much,” she whimpers, clawing at the sheets. “I can’t take anymore…”
Her whimpers and sobs are a balm to my soul.
“You love it, Katie.”
“I… You’ll break me,” she whimpers.
“You can take more than you think. I haven’t fucked your ass yet, and you want to give that to me, don’t you?” I ask as I gently stroke over her back and spread her ass open.
She shudders and arches back for me. “Oh, God.”
“Good girl,” I praise and replace my thumb with my cock.
She cries out but rocks back against me, moaning against my bed. I’m sure my sheets are wet from her pussy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I plow into her ass as my hand snakes around her body, and I rub her clit until her body spasms beneath me.
“Carter!” she yells as she comes again. Her ass tightens so much that she drags me with her.
I fill her ass and slump to the bed with her, utterly exhausted. Katie trembles, and I kiss across her neck gently and gently pull out.
“You’re such a good girl, Katie. You can always take more pleasure because you know I’ll take care of you after.”
She nods weakly. “So much better than worrying.”
I chuckle and turn her chin to kiss her gently. “That’s right. It’s better for both of us.”
“Yes,” she says while fighting her eyelids.
“I’m going to get you cleaned up and get you back in bed. I’m sure you’ll remember the lecture now,” I promise.
“If you didn’t fuck it out of me,” she teases with a gentle smile.
That’s my girl. Smart, quick-witted, and too sexy for her own good.