14. Ryan
14
RYAN
C arrie seemed different after I put the star on the tree. She looked a little sad, and I wondered if it was her job to put the star on the tree and Helen had asked me, or if it was something deeper. We seemed to be hitting it off so well. I was hoping to enjoy some cocoa and a Christmas movie. So when Carrie kissed her father goodnight and excused herself, then Helen said she had to get Walter settled in bed, I didn't know what to do. I offered to sweep up the pine needles and stack the empty decoration boxes.
The quiet of the house seeped into my bones and wrapped around my shoulders, making me feel like I was at home instead of mere feet away from the woman I was slowly falling in love with. It was a strange dissonance—wanting to go to her but knowing Walter lay only a few feet away too, down the hallway. I drew the broom across the floor and swept the needles into the dustpan before taking it to the bin to dump it out. Everything was tidy now. It'd only taken me a few minutes, but I just didn't want to leave. I wanted to know why Carrie rushed off and didn't say goodbye.
Maybe it was because she didn't want her parents to see the chemistry between us, but I got the feeling something had shifted. When I smiled at her as she handed me the star for the tree, the chemistry didn't seem to be quite as strong. She didn't look away, but the smile on her face didn't reach her eyes either.
I glanced at the clock and realized it was encroaching on nine p.m., and I had no reason to stay here—no excuse to go upstairs to speak with Carrie. If Helen saw me, there'd be a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do, and if that was going to happen, I wanted to make it on Carrie's terms. She didn't need this stress added to what she was already feeling.
Moving toward the door to get my coat, I heard some rustling upstairs. I reached for my coat, but Carrie appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a sexy nightgown and her bathrobe, which hugged her curves perfectly. It made me stop mid-reach and stare at her. My mouth was watering and her expression made me start to swell.
"Leaving so soon?" she said, but her voice was so hushed I didn't think Helen or Walter could hear her.
"You went to bed…" I withdrew my arm and turned toward her, taking a few strides toward the stairs. She was gorgeous. The negligee she wore dipped low in the front, giving me a great view of her tits, her nipples appearing beneath the silky fabric.
"I was hoping we could talk?" she whispered, but I glanced nervously at the hall.
"Your parents…"
"In my room?" she said with a hopeful expression on her face.
I knew better than to follow her up there. If Helen saw us, she would be furious, and what would Walter truly think? I knew the man had a level head and that if we discussed this with him the right way, he would eventually come around. But hearing this way, how I disrespected him by screwing his daughter under his own roof without having the balls to seek his blessing to even date her?
"Carrie, I don't know…" I frowned and again glanced the direction I knew Helen was. She'd only been gone ten minutes, and I didn't know if she was going to come back out here after she put Walter to bed.
Carrie's fingers rested on her thigh, the tips barely brushing her naked leg. When she started inching the fabric up slowly, my eyes caught the action, and I couldn’t look away.
"I'll make it worth your while," she mewled and continued sneaking that silky fabric higher until a hint of her pussy peaked out. My God, she wasn't wearing panties either. She was killing me—trying to seduce me right under her parents' noses, and my cock loved it. I felt the urge building in me to take her. "Please…"
I sighed and looked at Walter's bedroom door and quickly realized the pull she had over me. I stepped forward toward her and cupped both of her cheeks. "This could go very, very wrong," I whispered.
"I'm willing to take that risk." Her cheeky smirk made my heart race, and she took my hand and pulled me toward the steps. At least she wasn't brazen enough to do this right on the couch, but I thought I'd come here for Christmas tree decorating. I didn't have protection of any kind, and it didn't work out so well on pie night. That could've been a huge mistake.
Carrie led me into her room and shut the door, and I noticed the glaring lack of a lock on it. But she didn't seem to have any hesitation as she started stripping off. Her robe went first, then the negligee, and soon she was completely nude, standing in front of me with a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon.
"I thought you wanted to talk…"
"I do, but first…" She walked over to me and unbuttoned my slacks, then my shirt. She slid the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then she pulled my dick out of my boxers and dropped to her knees. "Shh," she whispered before she started stroking, and all I could think was how fucking sexy she was looking up at me as her tongue swirled around my dick.
I leaned against the wall, my hands balling into fists at my sides. Carrie was a masterful little minx, and I was falling for it… hook, line, and sinker.
After a few moments of her teasing, I couldn't take it anymore. "Bed," I growled, hauling her to her feet and tossing her on it. "This is all on you. If we get caught, I'll say you seduced me."
"Mmmhmm," she purred, wiggling her hips as she lay back and spread her legs for me.
I kicked off my shoes and tore my slacks off, leaving my socks on, then crawled across the bed until my lips crashed into hers.
I plunged into her tight heat, and she gasped, one hand balled in the sheets as I supported myself on my forearms. If her parents weren't downstairs, I'd make her scream my name as I fucked her into next year. Instead, I had to be content with making a low growling sound as I kept up a steady pace. Carrie wrapped her legs around my waist, and she dug her nails into my back as we moved together silently.
Her moans were muffled by my kisses, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she came undone. I could feel it in the way she clamped down around me, squeezing me like a vise. "Fuck," she hissed into my chest, but thankfully, not too loudly.
“Fuck is right. Goddammit, woman, you make me insane.” She felt incredible around me, slick and hot, and I wanted to make this last, so I slowed my thrusts and reached between our bodies to massage her.
“Oh, God, please, harder,” she whimpered, and I obliged, thrusting into her faster and harder until I felt myself on the edge of release. “Yes, just like that.”
The friction was exquisite, but without protection, I knew we were skating on thin ice. “Come for me,” I growled, then covered her mouth with my hand as she did just that, her walls clenching around my cock. I had to concentrate and make each thrust deliberate or I’d blow inside her, so when she started to come down and the writhing beneath me stopped, I paused, holding my cock inside her as deeply buried as I could.
“No condom,” I groaned, and holding perfectly still allowed me to keep myself in check.
“Mmm,” she moaned, eyes shut, clearly relaxed and giddy. “It’s okay,” she murmured, “I won’t get pregnant.”
“Carrie, if your dad?—”
Her eyes popped open and she gripped my hips with both hands. The look in her eyes was feral and wild, even as she started rocking her hips, grinding her slick pussy against me.
“I said, I won’t get pregnant. I promise you, that’s not a thing. Now fuck me and let me feel you explode inside me.” Her body was doing all the work now, gyrating and pulsing around my length as I struggled to keep control. She whimpered and let squeaks of pleasure dance across my skin with her lips following, and I lost it. She was begging me to come inside her and I was so on the edge, I didn’t want to pull out.
“Swear it… Say it’s okay…”
“Fuck me, Ryan. Right now, come in me.” Her breathing was frantic and thready. It looked like she was on the edge again, and hearing her beg me to fill her tipped me over.
My balls twitched and I let go, moaning into her neck as I pulsed into her tight heat. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her, deep and hard. I pounded her until my climax subsided, and I collapsed onto her, breathing raggedly.
“I—”
She cut me off with a kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth. “Shh, cuddle me,” she purred against my lips, and I grinned as I pulled out and felt my dick chill as the air hit it. I pulled her into my chest and kept kissing her until she drew back.
"What's gotten into you?" I brushed a few hairs off her face and looked down at her red lips.
"I was so fucking hot for you this whole day. You didn't think I'd let you leave without a proper goodbye, did you?" Carrie grinned at me and pressed her palm to my chest. The entire experience lasted less than ten minutes, but I knew if I didn't get out of this bed quickly, Helen would definitely catch me.
"Was there something you needed to talk about…? If not, I'd better go. Your parents will…" I grimaced, and she sighed.
"Nope. I just thought if we're doing this fling thing, we may as well enjoy it as often as we want. I go back to Chicago in a few weeks." There was a tinge of sadness in her tone. I couldn't decide if she was sad to be leaving or sad that our relationship might end. I thought we might've been starting a relationship, but even her words contradicted my thoughts. She called this a fling.
Now wasn't the time to have a big discussion, though. Helen and Walter's actual bedroom was upstairs. I knew because I’d helped them move their bed down to the guest room for him to recover in. If Helen came up here to get something, I was screwed.
I kissed her again softly and reluctantly climbed out of bed and got dressed. She stayed lying on the bed, completely naked with my cum dripping from her body, and watched me. My shoulders were tense and I felt conflicted now. Maybe I hadn't been direct enough about my feelings or what I wanted. I thought I had made it clear that I liked her and wanted to see where this went, but if she was still planning on leaving, I hadn’t done my job. Or maybe she thought we'd have a long-distance relationship.
"I have to go… I'll call you tomorrow?" I asked, leaning down to kiss her again. She grabbed my dick through my pants and groped me.
"Unless I sneak into your bed tonight." She felt different now too, hungrier and greedier. She'd been hesitant before, even if she admitted to desiring me, and now I wondered what had changed.
I could only smile and sneak out. I tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as I could, and noticing the coast was clear, I walked toward the door with purpose. When I heard something in the kitchen, I turned abruptly to see Helen standing there with a mug in her hand, tea bag dangling over its rim. She smiled at me tiredly, and I thought for a second that I was caught. My heart leapt into my throat and my body went rigid in anxiety.
"Oh, there you are. You could've used the downstairs toilet. I wasn't in there." Helen's naivety made me feel swarmed with guilt. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet. If I opened my mouth, I was going to say something stupid.
"It looks nice. Thank you so much for cleaning up. I'll have to let Carrie off the hook tomorrow. I told her she'd clean up in the morning." Helen's soft chuckle tinkled, and I glanced up the stairs behind her. Carrie was peeking out her bedroom door, snickering, and all I could do was swallow the hard lump in my throat.
"I'm just heading out. I'll stop by anytime you need help. Give Walt my love." Turning before Helen could engage me in any more conversation or Carrie could do anything else to get me to break my poker face, I reached for my coat and put it on.
The day had been a whirlwind of activity and emotion, but I left the Bennett house feeling slightly confused. I wasn't about to shy away from her now that we'd really connected, but it felt like Carrie was pulling back from me. There were a million reasons that could be happening, but the only way to get to the bottom of it and decide why that hot sex we just had felt emotionless and visceral was to talk to her. Which I'd do the very next time we spoke.