Chapter 4
CARTER
Livi’s fingernails dig into my arms but all I can feel is the hot slide of my cock as it plunges in and out of her cunt.
Jesus, she’s tight. Tight and hot and slick and fucking my brain right out of my head. She came within a few strokes but I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot.
I want more than a quick fuck against the wall even though I agreed to no-strings sex. But if I want more, I have to make it so good she wants a repeat.
I plan to make it so good, she never goes anywhere else.
“Let’s do that again.” I lean in and fuse my mouth to hers.
The whole time I’m kissing her, I keep pounding into her. Keep driving harder and faster until her hands move from my arms to my shoulder. Her nails dig and scratch, and with the pain slicing through me, I figure I’ll wear the marks of this exceptional fuck for days.
Thinking she needs similar reminders, I leave her mouth and nibble my way to her throat. I haven’t given a woman a hickey since I was a teenager, but I want to mark Livi.
Sucking at her skin, I pinch it between my teeth and increase the pressure until her breath hitches. I can’t help the grin that splits my face when I open my eyes and survey the damage.
Oh yeah, she’s going to have a nice bruise right at the base of her throat.
It’s already a nice deep reddish-purple. There’s no way anyone will miss the thing, and she’ll have a hard time hiding it with make-up too.
I’ve never wanted to claim a woman as mine before Livi. And now I’ve been inside her, have watched her come apart—felt her come around my cock—the need to make her mine only increases.
I want her like no one else. Want everyone to know she’s mine.
Of course all these crazy thoughts don’t mesh with the whole no-strings sex thing I agreed to, but I have a plan for that.
One I need to concentrate on instead of all this chatter in my damn head.
Then again, all the thinking is keeping me from blowing too soon.
There are so many other things I want to do to Livi—with her—and for now I have to play it like this is the only chance I’ll get to touch her.
With that in mind, I slide a hand up her back and grip her neck. “Hold on.”
Wrapping my other arm around her waist, I move us away from the wall, my cock still buried in her cunt, and walk the few feet to my desk.
Lifting her off my cock, I lower her feet to the floor and spin her around.
She doesn’t protest or fight me, so I put a hand between her shoulder blades and push.
“What?” she asks.
“Face down on the desk. Up on your toes so that sexy ass is in the air.”
I smooth my hands over that perfectly curved butt and spread her cheeks wide as she does what I want.
“Damn,” I murmur as I brush my fingertips through her wetness.
She’s soaking. Her juices cover her cunt and have travelled between her ass cheeks. I swirl my fingers in the slickness, teasing her—and myself—while I move in behind her.
Her legs aren’t as long as mine so I bend my knees to line my cock up with her cunt and plunge into her once more.
God, she feels like heaven.
Gripping her ass, I pound into her for several minutes. Each thrust forward bringing her higher on her toes. Each withdrawal dragging a soft whimper from her lips.
I concentrate on keeping control and making Livi come again. I wiggle my thumb towards her puckered asshole. Using her juices, I slick up my skin and circle the tight muscle with the slippery digit.
“Carter?”
“Relax, Princess.” I press on the pucker, then circle some more.
“I’ve never…”
I chuckle. “That’s not gonna stop me.” Scooping up more of her juices, I press on the tight opening again.
“Oh.” She wiggles her hips, pulls away, pushes back.
“That’s it, find what feels good and go for it.” I time the push forward with the stroke of my cock.
Before long she’s moving with me—setting the pace—and I know I can get exactly what I want. Livi every way a man can take a woman.
Except I’m not sure I’ll get more than this one night and I’m not fucking her ass the first time I have her. Which means I won’t get to be her first. Shaking that sobering thought away, I focus on working my thumb deeper.
She’s moaning and whimpering, lifting her ass to meet my thrusts and pressing back against me in search of more.
Bending forward, I lean over her, my chest connecting with her back and I drive my cock and thumb as deep as they can go.
“Carter!”
“Right here, Princess,” I whisper in her ear. “Right here driving you out of your mind.”
I rock into her, barely moving in and out. I don’t want to push her too hard too fast, but with the wet heat scorching my dick I can tell she’s into what we’re doing. And I haven’t missed her reaction every time I talk dirty.
She might be Olivia the ice princess outside my bar but in here, she’s Livi. She’s told me enough over the last few years for me to know she comes here to escape her perfect life.
I want to believe she comes here so she can be herself. Not the cultured woman she presents to the rest of the world. That woman is a mirage—a facade.
I know it.
She knows it.
Now if I can only convince her to let go of that shell some more. Open up with me away from the bar. I’ll be one hell of a happy man.
I’m not ashamed to say I’d take her any way I can get her either, and currently I have her naked under me. All I need now is to hear her beg for more.
“You like this, don’t ya, Princess? Like having my cock in your cunt. My thumb shoved up your ass.” She whimpers when I swivel my hips, wiggle my thumb. “Yeah, you like it dirty and this is almost as dirty as it gets. Wanna get dirtier, Princess?”
She moans and pushes back against me. “Please.”
“Please what?” I lick up the back of her neck. Sink my teeth into the curve between neck and shoulder. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”
“More,” she pants as she pushes up on her toes and presses her ass against me harder. “Please. More.”
“More what? This?” I pull my cock out and slam it back in. “Or this?” I withdraw my thumb then drive it back in repeatedly.
“Yes!”
Surprising us both, she comes.
Hard and fast and tight. I ride it with her. Hold her hip with one hand and fuck her hard with my cock and thumb until the squeezing of her body is too much and I succumb to my own inevitable release.
“Livi.” Her name is a growl on my lips as I lean my head against her shoulder blade and, shuddering, lose everything I have inside her.