Chapter Eleven #2
Before I can respond, she’s slowly standing, slipping into my lap before winding her arms around my neck.
I don’t wrap my arms around her to hold her closer, then again I don’t push her away either.
Instead, I stay neutral allowing her to control this moment as my rattled inner thoughts scramble to decide what to make of all of this.
Carly smiles at me once before leaning in, her pillowy soft lips brushing against mine.
I’m unreceptive for one kiss, two, and when her lips pull against my own for a third time, I decide what the hell.
Wrapping one arm around her back while using my other hand to cup the back of her head to me, I crush myself against her.
She moans into my mouth as my tongue comes to twirl around her tongue, her pussy grinding against my hardening cock.
I haven’t kissed her in what feels like so long, I’d almost forgot what she tastes like.
Biting her lower lip, I push us to stand as Carly wraps her legs around me and I carry us through the back door, across the house and up the stairs.
I open her bedroom door easily in between kisses, kicking it shut behind me before dropping her onto the bed.
She falls with a plop and I take advantage of her disorientation, pushing up her mini skirt to her hips, leaving her only exposed with her white lace thong.
Grabbing her legs, I push them back so I can see her spread open for me and my cock throbs as I do.
Fuck. She may be an entitled bitch but she has a beautiful pussy not as beautiful as her sister’s, but that’s the fucked up thoughts I won’t be allowing tonight.
Tonight is all about me and Carly. My girlfriend. No one else will enter the conversation or my head. Tonight, I’m putting everything into this, to us, and I’m finally going to shove that stupid fucking One Night Stand out of my head.
Grabbing the string of her thong, I pull it to the side before leaning forward, licking my way through her before my tongue pauses on her clit.
She lets out a low moan before quickly covering her face with a pillow as I revel in the taste of her.
I proceed to eat her fucking soul out of her cunt before she begins wiggling and squirming against me.
I feel the moment she has her first orgasm of the night.
Her legs tremble, her moans turn to a whimper before her pussy throbs.
I lick every drop of her release up before moving to stand.
Carly looks to me in disorientation, half naked as I begin undoing my pants.
It takes me no time at all to get naked and when I am, I begin stroking my cock as I look at her.
She’s beautiful, stunning, every man’s wet dream.
When my eyes close for half a second, though, I don’t see her.
A messy head of red curls and rope digging into soft pink flesh comes to the forefront of my mind and it’s so goddamn irritating.
Gritting my jaw, I force my eyes open, practically demanding my head to stay in the moment. Cassi is probably getting raw fucked over the side of that stupid fucking motorcycle. She is not here and is not yours.
Carly sits up, easily sucking my cock into her throat without me even having to ask her. She knows what I like. There is no discovery between us, no learning. We’ve been together long enough to know what each needs, and she does a fine job of sucking the life out of my cock.
Her slurps and moans are hot as fuck, and have my cock jerking in her throat. Even more so when I tip my head back and close my eyes and yet again that green eyed redhead appears, now the total cause of my pleasure.
I could keep fighting it, or I could succumb to whatever the hell my subconscious is conjuring currently. It’s just fantasy. I’m fucking my girlfriend, so what’s the harm in indulging, right? When I’ve decided to say fuck it, I pull away from her and speak without looking.
“Hands and knees, poke that ass out for me.”
She does as I ask, practically scrambling to her hands and knees before I line myself up to her.
I push inside her pussy slowly, inching my way in as her head falls forward with a satisfied moan.
Even better. Now all I see is a smooth back, a round ass and my cock buried inside.
She could be anyone beneath me and now, she is.
I keep my eyes closed as I begin fucking her, reliving the little sounds and faces Cassi made that night in the club, doing my best to replace Carly’s in real time.
It’s shocking how fast my mind is able to do so, like it takes no effort at all.
The idea of being inside Cassi again is one that fills me with confliction and pleasure, so much goddamn pleasure.
Fucking her again is like having a drink of water after sixty days in the desert.
It’s like coming up for air when I was left abandoned on the ocean floor.
And this is me just imagining the woman beneath me is her, I can’t even comprehend what it would feel like to actually take her again.
Not that I’ll ever find out.
This is fantasy.
It’s not real. It’s just a release.
“Nicholas,” she moans.
“Call me, Nico,” I grit through clenched teeth.
“Nico, oh my god! Nico!” she cries out.
“Yeah, good girl. Come for me again,” I say as I lean forward, rubbing tight circles against her clit.
She bucks at the feeling but I only press myself against her deeper, not allowing her to move an inch as our bodies work together until I pinch her clit. She cries out, a cry far too loud to not be heard through every inch of the house. Right now, I couldn’t give a fuck, though.
I drive into her deeper, practically jack hammering her gspot before I find my own relief. My balls draw up before my cock begins to jerk, euphoria washing over me as I let out ragged breaths with my orgasm.
Once I’m finished, I collapse on top of her and we lay in the dark for several moments.
When I finally decide to get up, I look to see Carly is already asleep, a satiated smile on her face.
Slowly, I pull out of her before standing and making my way to the bathroom.
I clean myself up a bit and grab a pair of boxers sliding them on when a series of dings comes from Carly’s purse.
Followed by another set. Jesus, I cannot sleep with that shit.
Moving to her purse, I reach inside and pull out her phone, flicking it to silent when my eyebrows pull together. Text messages appear on the front screen of her phone, what looks to be a group chat absolutely blowing up with the most recent from Hannah.
Hannah: Did the whole obedient girlfriend thing work for you, Carly?
Hannah: Please tell me you’re getting dicked down right now.
Hannah: If you are, I’ll be accepting my thanks in the form of booze or cash.
Hannah: I told you, these powerful men just want to feel taken care of. Lay it on thick about being grateful and they’ll eat it up every time…and you up! Hahahaha
I scoff, tossing her phone back into her bag as I shake my head.
Makes sense that it was just an act, it was too much of a personality change to be anything else.
Shaking my head, I scrub a hand through my hair as I grab a pillow and a blanket and head for the couch.
No way in fuck am I sleeping in bed with a snake like her.