Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
CARTER
Ava fell asleep with Natalie and Harper in the living room watching a movie, so she stayed with Trish for the night. After promising to be back first thing in the morning or as soon as they called me if she woke up scared in the middle of the night, I said my goodbyes with Madison in tow.
Hearing her story hurt my heart. I will never understand how a man thinks it makes him better to beat the fuck out of a woman. My wife might have been a piece of work, but even our fights were tame. She yelled, I tried to stay calm. Not saying that always worked. I know I yelled back, too. She threw something at me one time, and it was the last time. There’s no place for violence in a relationship. Period.
“Thanks for driving me home.” Madison yawns. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been up this late. It’s past my bedtime.”
“Well, can’t have that. Let’s get you in bed.” She mumbles something into the window, looking away from me. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything that should be said out loud.”
“Mads, you can tell me.” I laugh nervously. “You can tell me anything.”
“Not this.” She shakes her head.
I pull over into the corner store’s lot and put the truck in park.
“Why’d you pull over?” she asks, looking at me. Finally.
“Because you said something, and I want to know what it was. And I kind of have you held captive in my truck, so you have to tell me, right?”
She laughs. “Your truck, that’s parked exactly,” she looks out the window, “three football fields away from my front door?”
“Girl can math. Who knew? Tell me.”
“No.”
“Please?” I give her the puppy eyes. I’ve never met a woman in my life who can say no to that. Even my mother, who we don’t talk about.
“You know, you don’t play fair.”
“It’s because I’m not playing. Are you embarrassed? Nervous? What could you have said that was so bad?”
She looks at me. No, she ogles me. From the hair on my head to the bulge in my jeans. I like it.
“You said let’s get you home to bed, and I said only if you were staying,” she finally tells me.
“You’d let me stay?” I ask, inching closer.
“I’d think about it really hard,” she replies, leaning closer to me.
“Thinking about you makes me hard, Mads.”
Closer.
“I don’t want to admit how wet you make me, Carter. This isn’t a good idea.”
Closer.
“It’s the second-best idea I’ve had in years.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, a small smile gracing her lips that are mere inches away from mine. “What was the best?”
“Giving you that phone number that got you away from that asshole and put you in my town.”
Her eyes widen for a second before she reaches out and threads her fingers in my hair, pulling me to her mouth. She tastes like pineapple and coconut from the beverage she had earlier. But more than that, her lips are soft as silk against mine, her tongue like the finest delicacy.
Before I know it, I’ve pulled her over my lap, her legs straddling me, her tits rubbing against my chest as we devour each other.
“Take me home, Carter,” she pulls back long enough to whisper.
Our lips meet again, our tongues dancing with each other. I open my eyes, not breaking the kiss to look around before putting the truck in drive and pulling out of the lot. Is this safe? Nope. Do I care? Not one fucking bit. The woman of my fantasies is dry humping me with her tongue in my mouth. I’m not letting her go. And she was right. It’s a straight shot of about three hundred yards to her place. And it’s after midnight. There’s not a soul out.
I stop on the curb of her lawn, throw the truck in park, and pull out my keys, all without breaking our kiss. Opening the door, I turn us and slide out, her legs wrapping around my waist, putting her hot center on my dick. Why is the walk to her door so fucking long?
We stumble a little, finally breaking the kiss so I can see. That would be horrible, right? Falling on my ass while I’m trying to show off? We finally, finally make it to her door and she grumbles about finding her key. I take it out of her hand and unlock it, opening it and stepping inside with her still in my arms. I kick the door closed behind us and she reaches out and flips the lock.
“Bedroom?” I ask.
“That way.” She points to the left.
I pull her shirt up as we walk through what I think is the living room. I’m not paying attention to the décor. She gets the hint and leans back far enough to pull it over her head and drop it on the floor. Breasts. Glorious, round breasts. I stop walking, putting her back against the wall to lean down and suck on her already hard nipples through her bra.
“Carter,” she moans. My name in that husky, wanting tone does things to my cock I haven’t felt in a long time.
After my sample, I continue down the hall and enter her bedroom. At the bed, I lower her onto the mattress and immediately get to work undoing her pants and getting rid of the things. Clothes are such a bother. There’s a light coming into the room from the bathroom that allows me the opportunity to look at her. She’s beautiful.
“Perfect,” I whisper as I kneel between her legs that are dangling over the bedside. “I’m going to taste you now. If that’s not okay, say so.”
“It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m giving you my full consent. Do I have yours?” she asks, looking down her body at me, her eyes hooded, her breathing rapid.
“Fuck yes.”
I reach behind her, unclasping her bra and helping her remove it before I toss it behind me. My fingers edge under the band of her panties before pulling them down her legs and throwing them. She giggles, shaking her head.
“They were in my way,” I respond before leaning over and getting my first taste of her.
My tongue slides through her folds, her arousal coating my mouth. Her taste alone could make me come in my pants, and I reach down to squeeze my cock. Your turn will come, buddy, but this is for her.
Spreading her lips, I expose her glistening center. And then I lick. I suck. I make her moan and call out my name. And when I can’t take it anymore, I pull her clit between my lips while I insert two fingers into her opening. I feel her clamping around me, close to the edge. I thrust and suck in tandem, her thighs squeezing my head, holding me close. I look up and she’s playing with her tits, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen. Doubling my efforts, because if I don’t get my cock inside this woman soon, I’m going to bust. I add a third finger, making sure to hit that spot inside that makes her scream.
Her legs clamp around my head, her moan turns into a keening I will hear again before the night is over, and my mouth is flooded with the tangy nectar I know I’ll crave for the rest of my life.
When her legs stop shaking and her body melts into the mattress, I finally pull back, wiping my mouth off with my arm. She watches me, licking her lips and catching her breath.
“My turn. Clothes off, Coach.”
There are tingles across my skin, and I stand to do exactly what she requested. Once I’m naked, the fire in her eyes reignites, and she pulls me onto the bed next to her.
“Condoms,” she says, sitting up and reaching into her bedside table. She looks at the package before grimacing at me. “Expired.”
“Wallet. Brand new.”
She leans over to the floor, fishing my wallet from my jeans, and extracts the strip of three. She looks at me, raising her brow.
“High hopes?” I chuckle.
She shakes her head, ripping one off and tossing the other two onto the table, and straddles my thighs. Opening the wrapper with an urgency I feel in my bones, she deftly applies the rubber, squeezing my cock for good measure once it’s on.
“I’m going to let you fuck my face soon. But not now. I need you inside me now.”
“Fuck me.” I throw my head back on the bed. “You’re perfect. I’m all yours, Mads.”
She grins, raising up on my thighs enough to notch my cock at her entrance and lower herself onto me. Bliss. That’s what this feels like. Pure, carnal bliss.
“You feel so good.” I grip her hips, keeping us both grounded as she rides me.
“So big. So good,” she moans in a breathy voice.
I halt her motions and thrust up from below, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling. I increase my thrusts, slamming into her pussy while she grinds down on me.
She’s squeezing my cock with her inner walls and groaning in ecstasy with every move. “Make me come. Make me come, now,” she demands.
With her steady on her knees and one hand still holding her hip, I move my thumb over her mound and find her clit. Applying pressure and circular motions, she fires off, screaming my name and making that sound again.
I thrust into her pussy once, twice, three more times and find my own release, months of agony and jerking off in the middle of the night releasing with my cock surrounded by her hot, wet heat.
She collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her.
“Can we do that again?” I ask weakly. “After a small break?”
She laughs, the vibrations igniting the nerves in my cock that’s softening inside of her. “Absolutely.”
“Thank fuck.”
And we do. After we clean up and take a quick nap, round two commences, followed by round three before Trish calls and says Ava wants me. But I refuse to leave until she promises me a date the following week. A date I’m going to come prepared to—with the big box of condoms.