3. Sunny
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SUNNY
M y head spun and twirled as I walked. The dangerously hot man whose hand I held firmly in mine followed along behind me. I stole quick glances at his face every few strides. My cheeks were flaming hot, my core pulsing with arousal. I got horny every time I drank, so that part wasn’t new, but throwing myself at a perfectly respectable man seemed extreme, but I was ready to feel alive again.
For a week, I’d done nothing but lie in bed and stare at a wall. Without Kira, I had no life, no friends around here to hang out with, no job to keep me preoccupied and distracted. And so when Dad said “party” I knew immediately I would get wasted and have fun. I just didn’t assume there would be a chance for this.
“Sunny, do you think this is a good idea?” Carter asked, and I stole another quick glance. He was cute, acting hesitant and shy. But I felt his dick. It was rock-hard. He wanted me, or maybe he was just that turned on by my mostly naked body in this bikini, which boosted my ego a bit.
“Oh, I think this is the best idea.” I turned and started walking backward, inching down the hallway away from the bustle of activity. When Dad threw parties like this, no place was sacred except the bedrooms, and once I even walked in on a couple making out in my bed.
Today was no different. Carter apologized to a few people standing at the foot of the stairs when I bumped into them and giggled. Then I let go of his hand and started up the steps, making sure to sway my hips in an exaggerated fashion so he’d have no choice but to notice the thong riding up my crack. I knew my butt looked amazing in this suit; it was why I picked it.
“Sunny,” he said again, and when I turned to look at him, I noticed he had a lost puppy-dog look on his face as he watched the crowd of folks downstairs growing smaller with every step we ascended.
“Live a little…” I winked and took his hand again, well aware of how drunk I was. It was a wonder he could even understand me. I never even tried to pace myself. Dad lectured me earlier, told me I was spiraling, that I needed to get a grip. Maybe I was spiraling. Maybe I liked it.
When we were safely tucked away in my room, door locked behind us, I pulled the cover-up off and tossed it to the floor. Carter’s eyes were wide with lust, hungrily raking over my curves. But he stood a few strides away, keeping his hands to himself like a perfect gentleman.
“You can touch if you want,” I told him as I reached behind myself and pulled the tie for my bikini top. He watched me with caution while licking his lower lip.
“You’re really drunk. You’re not really in any shape to consent to this, and I don’t want to be that guy…You know?” His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed. But I saw that tent in his pants.
I let the bikini top drop to the floor and imagined how amazing his stubble would feel on the inside of my thighs. How incredible his dick might feel sliding into me.
“Look, Carter, I’ve had men try to tell me who to be and what to do my whole life. For once, I am making a choice I want. Is it reckless?” I asked, stepping closer to him. My finger wound around in my hair, tangling it, and his eyes locked on my pebbled nipples. “Of course it’s reckless. But I don’t care. I need to feel alive.”
He didn’t back away as I approached, so I took his hand and rested it on my left breast. His palm was warm cupping me, squeezing gently. I watched his chest puff out as he tensed.
“You’re not going to hate me when this is over? Or regret doing this?” He glanced nervously around the room.
“Don’t worry. I locked the door,” I told him, then I gripped his dick through his pants and squeezed. He shuddered and I smirked. “Would you feel better if I get my phone out and record myself saying I want this sex? That way you could really just let loose and bang me hard, and neither one of us will have regrets tomorrow.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It’s just not right…”
“Take. A. Risk,” I said, punctuating each word as I slid my hand into his pants to find his fleshy girth pulsing. “I promise not to tell a soul.” The alcohol was so heavy I found it hard to stand up, but this was just what I needed. A distraction, something to snap me out of the doldrums. Something wild—like Kira would’ve done. So uncharacteristic of me but completely logical considering what I’d been going through.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said.
“I’m wearing a female condom.” Carter’s hand continued to knead my tit, so I took his other one and brought it to my core, slipping my bikini bottoms to the side for his fingers to search me out, and my God did they ever. “See?” I grinned and smirked at him as his fingers pushed into me and he growled.
“You just planned for something like this?” When his lips brushed over my exposed hard nipple, I knew I had him.
“I hoped maybe I’d meet someone worth the risk.” In honesty, I just wanted to get laid, and Carter was the one who piqued my interest the most. Now, with his fingers pushing into my slit, all I wanted was release.
“God woman,” he grumbled and sucked on my nipple so hard he had me hissing. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“I’ve never been one to play by the rules…” I purred and unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and eager and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me.
Carter’s lips trailed up my chest to my neck. He sucked my pulse point as I stroked him and backed toward my bed.
“Tell me you want this,” I said, yanking my thong down and kicking it away from my ankle. Carter’s breathing was ragged as he looked down at my soaked slit. His dick bobbed between us, hard and ready for action.
“I want this, Sunny,” he growled, voice husky with lust. “God help me, I do. I just need to ask you again if you really want this.” His hands rode my hips, my hands tore his polo off over his head. For a brief second, I thought about how crazy this was, but the thought was quickly lost to the sensation of his tongue circling my nipple again.
“Gosh, don’t make me beg.” I flopped to the bed behind me, and Carter shoved his pants the rest of the way down before kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his slacks.
Then he was on me, spreading my thighs, groping my tits. His lips crushed mine as his pelvis ground against my core. The moisture my body made had him sliding through the mess, grinding against me. I arched upward into him and grabbed a handful of his butt and pulled him down harder as he continued to grind and hump me. The way he kissed me was intoxicating, long drawn-out swirls of his tongue over mine.
When he finally tore his lips from mine, I said, “I want you inside me now.”
“Oh, but I want to taste you first,” he growled against my mouth before kissing me deeply again. Then he backed slowly down my body, placing kisses every few inches until his head bobbed between my thighs and his tongue slid into my slit.
Oh God, did he know what he was doing. I arched my hips upward as he lapped me up like he was starving and I was the last meal on earth. My hands fisted into the comforter as his tongue danced over my clit, sucking the nub between his teeth before releasing it with a pop. “Oh God!” I moaned through gritted teeth.
He chuckled against my core, sending vibrations through my swollen folds. “You like that?”
“God yeah,” I moaned as he slid his finger inside of me, curling it upward and hitting that sweet spot deep inside. My toes curled, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming as pleasure coursed through me.
He continued to pleasure me, using both his fingers and tongue until the room spun. My orgasm was building, like a storm brewing deep in my core. So close…so close…
“Carter!” I whined, grabbing at his hair, desperate for more. He growled and added a third finger, stretching me wider as he sucked my clit between his teeth.
“Oh Christ!” The orgasm exploded like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I grunted as my body arched, the waves of pleasure coursing through me. Carter didn’t stop there. No, he continued to suckle and nibble until I was a quivering mess. I jolted and twitched, clawed at his scalp and hissed through my teeth to make sure I was quiet, and finally it started to break.
When my breathing returned to normal, he crawled up the length of my body and looked down at me with lust-filled eyes. “You taste incredible,” he said huskily before taking my mouth once more. My musky, salty-sweet taste on his lips made me grin. I grabbed his sides and tilted my head into the kiss.
Carter was very good at doing that, and now with the waves of my orgasm subsiding, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me, to feel him thrusting into me. Hard and fast until we both exploded together.
“I need you now,” I whined against his mouth. My core still throbbed, wet with arousal and anticipation. Carter pulled back, a grin on his face that made me shudder and lock my ankles behind his back.
He gripped his length and positioned it at my entrance, then he pressed just the tip inside me. My pussy clenched around nothing and I mewled, my hips arching upward in invitation.
“Yes,” I panted, arching my hips upward in invitation. He slid inside inch by excruciating inch, stretching me to my limits until he was deep and completely sheathed inside of me.
His soft groan vibrated through me as he filled me completely, so deep he struck my back wall with each strong thrust. I moaned as we both rocked, our hips testing the limits of each other. His hands gripped my hips, knees digging into the mattress as he started a fast grinding motion that had my toes curling. Faster and faster he pounded into me, his cock hitting that sweet spot each time.
“Right there, don’t stop,” I moaned.
“Oh, I won’t,” Carter grunted, his eyes on mine as he continued to pound into me.
My second orgasm was building, low in my belly, and I could tell by the way his brows furrowed he was close too. His thrusts became harder, more intense, and his breathing more labored.
“God, you feel so good,” he growled between pants as he slammed into me.
My second orgasm was like a freight train barreling into me. It hit hard and fast, taking my breath away. My eyes rolled back in my head as I breathed out Carter’s name in a moan. I clenched around him and writhed; his thrusts were jerky and erratic. And then I felt his heat seeping into me, his jaw dropped in pleasure.
“God yeah,” he grunted, dropping his head to my shoulder as his hips continued to pump into me. I was soaked in sweat, still twitching from my release, and he was breathing hard from exertion.
Carter grunted, “Oh God, wow,” as he rolled to the side and lay on his back next to me. My core throbbed still, endorphins added to the alcohol making me even more dizzy and limp. But I pushed myself off the bed and grabbed my bikini.
“Here,” I said with a grin as I tossed a tissue at him from the box on my nightstand and shuffled into my private bathroom to clean up.
The toilet caught me as I slumped downward hard, and I grabbed the counter to brace myself. The rush of adrenaline and oxytocin from orgasm made me giddy, but it was the swirl of drunkenness that made my vision blur. I saw double as I tried to clean up, but I quickly realized nothing was draining out of me like normal.
I pressed my eyes closed, touching myself lightly. I was soaked from sex, still tender and swollen, and I pushed my fingers deep into myself to find the rim of my female condom, only to realize it was pushed to the side.
“Christ,” I grumbled, hooking my finger around it. I felt the hot moisture of Carter’s semen behind the condom. He was so long, he pushed it aside, and now it was trapped behind the cup instead of being blocked.
For a moment, I sat there staring at my knees, fingers lodged into myself. My eyes were so heavy I thought I might pass out, but a knock on the door startled me.
“You okay?” I heard.
“Yeah, fine,” I snipped, leaving the condom to clean up later. I stood up and flushed, washed my hands, then took my time dressing in my bikini. The strings tangled and confused me, but I fumbled my way out into the bedroom where Carter was fully dressed with my cover-up in hand.
“You ready?” he asked. He was such a gentleman, offering me his arm. He could’ve just ditched me and went back to the party, but he waited. It made me smile.
“Yesss,” I slurred with a grin, and he walked me out the door and down the hallway. We had to smell like sex, but no one paid much attention. “I need another drink.”
“I think you’ve had way too much, and maybe you should sober up a bit first,” he commented, just as we bottomed out on the steps near the kitchen.
I was about to offer a reply when I saw Dad with a beer in hand and a brooding expression. His eyes rose when he saw me with Carter and then he smiled.
“I see you’ve met,” he said, and Carter grinned impishly.
“You could say that,” Carter hummed. I pulled away from him and walked toward the fridge.
“Met?” I asked absently, pulling the fridge door open. I knew there were a few seltzer drinks in here somewhere.
“Yes, and I’m glad. You two should take some time to get to know each other if you’ll be working together.” Dad’s words flew by me in a swirl of energy that went straight over my head as I reached for the seltzer and opened it. I let the fridge shut and slurped the first drink as I looked at Carter, who was now white as a sheet.
“Rick, I…” Carter looked peckish. He shook his head and Dad looked at me.
“Wait…Work together?” I asked, Dad’s words finally catching up to my drunken brain.
“Yes, Soleil. This is Dr. Carter Price, your new boss.”
I dropped the can, and it sloshed its contents all over my legs and Dad’s shoes. What had I done? I just slept with my dad’s best friend—and my new boss?