Chapter 20
Carter
Willa let me fucking have it, and it took longer than it should have to cool down.
The entire team was upset with me, and they all heard her chewing me out in the Coach’s office. No one could look me in the eye.
That’s all fine. I’m not embarrassed. I’m proud of her, and the only thing I wanted to do after she was laying into me was pin her against the desk and slam my cock into her. I love when she gets all fired up.
But I can’t do that. Willa has made it clear we can no longer hook up, and I have to respect her wishes. I don’t want to lose her as a friend, but I’ve been keeping my distance. It’s easier that way.
The team is all gone by the time I finally finish washing up.
I gather my stuff in my bag and see a text from my father.
Mayor Cocksucker:Come home. We need to talk about that game.
By talk, he means he wants to beat the shit out of me for losing. I already knew he’d tell me to come home, and I was heading straight to his house. He takes every loss out on me. At this point, I welcome it. I’m tense from losing and need the release.
“Carter?” Willa stands from the curb outside the arena doors.
I keep walking to my car, hoping she’ll think I’m mad and leave me alone for the night.
“Don’t ignore me.”
“I’m not.” I glance over my shoulder. “Why are you still here?”
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her boot clunks against the concrete as she follows me through the lot.
The parking lot is empty except for a few abandoned vehicles, including one next to mine. Another student had left their car because they were too drunk to drive home.
“Carter, don’t be mad at me.” She catches up when I stop to put my bag in the trunk. “I’m sorry I was upset, but you can’t fight every guy in my honor. You’re so much better than that.”
“It’s fine. I have to go.” I hesitate, thinking of how she’ll get home.
She can call someone. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but my hesitation allows her to stop me from leaving.
“Then why aren’t you talking to me?” I flinch when she pushes my shoulder back. “You haven’t hung out with me in days, and I guess that’s fine, but now you’re ignoring me. If you’re mad at me, then we need to talk about this.”
“Willa, just drop it.” I move around to get in my car.
“No.” She grabs my arm to stop me. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to.” I shift over to the left, but she moves right to block me.
“Carter, you’re still my friend, and friends talk.”
“I’m not in the mood to talk.” I’m in the mood to fuck or get beat. I’ll take both, but Willa declared we can’t do that.
I keep shifting right and left, but Willa keeps moving with me to block my way.
“Move,” I groan.
“No, I’m not moving until you tell me what’s going on.”
I could pick her up and move her myself, but she’s relentless and will only come back.
“Willa, you don’t want to do this.” I’m frustrated with our dance.
“Tell me why you”re mad, and I’ll back off.” She shoves me to stop trying to step around her.
I snap. Any willpower I had snaps. I grab her waist to pin her against my car. Slamming against her to shut her mouth and kiss her small, soft lips.
I kiss her and mold our mouths together over and over again, tasting that bitter cherry flavor and sliding my tongue in for more.
“Carter,” she breathes out and clutches onto my arms with her chest heaving between us.
“I’m not mad.” I lean down and kiss her again. “It’s infuriating how right you are, but I’m not mad at you.”
“Wait.” She stops me from kissing her. “We can’t do this.”
“Right.” Coming to my senses, I don’t give her a chance to keep talking and move her away from the door.
If that’s all it took, I would’ve kissed her as soon as it started.
“Wait, where are you going?” She stops me again with her arm shooting out in front of the open door.
I’m going to release this built-up adrenaline and stress I have, but it’s easier to give her the vague answer.
“I have to go.”
“Why did you kiss me?” She grabs my arm and shuts my door again.
Because I really fucking wanted to. Because I can’t stop thinking how good it feels to forget who I am and what my world is like, and to just kiss the girl. Willa is too good for me.
“Because I need to fuck someone or beat someone up.” I shrug and lean over her with my arm on the roof of my car. “You’re right. I blew the game. I fucked up, and it’s either you or another chick that can get me off.”
She gives my shoulder a hard punch, making me take a step back.
“We’re friends. I figured I could tell you the truth.” I come back to get closer, willing her to hit me again. “Know any good pussy I can sink my dick in?”
She slaps my arm with a scoff, but turns to get away from me.
“I don’t like you when you’re like this.” That’s too bad, because I love her reaction to it. She whips around with a finger pointed in my face. “You’re just trying to get a rise out of me. You’re purposely pushing me away and pissing me off.”
In a huff, she paces with her hands on her hips. I lean against the car, enjoying the show to watch the steam rising out of her.
“That’s not how you get a woman to sleep with you.”
“Then how?”
She stops her incessant pacing to glare at me. “What?”
“How do you suggest I get a woman to sleep with me? I’ve been doing good so far, but you’re not giving in to my charm tonight.”
“Not by pissing her off,” she shouts with her hands thrown up. “By complimenting her.”
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Gorgeous. Every fucking day.”
She ignores me. “By telling her she’s right, even when you think she might be wrong.”
“I already said you were right. You aren’t wrong. I deserved it.” That isn’t a line. She shouldn’t feel sorry for putting me in my place.
“Tell her how you really feel.” She stops pacing to plead with me. Begging me to come out and tell her we can be together, but we can’t.
“You’re too good for me.”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“I can’t drag you into my dirty, blood stained life.”
Willa’s big blue eyes droop down and she glances back at the arena. I know she saw him. He hates her. I’ve already heard him shouting and cursing the Coach and the school for letting her on the team. She’s a woman, and powerful women threaten him.
“How else?” I grab the pocket of her school fleece to pull her closer. “What else can I do?”
“Kiss her.” She sucks in a breath as she looks up at me.
“I already did that.”
“Kiss me again.” Her doe eyes plead and beg for me. Beautiful big innocent eyes that I could destroy. But I’m not making her any promises. We can’t be more than friends, and nothing has changed that.
Taking my time, I move the short blonde hairs away from the soft lines of her heart-shaped face. Freeing up her lips that nothing can come between us. Her tongue peeks out to lick the chapped corners from the cold air. She sucks in an icy breath when my hands cup her small jaw.
I lean in and suck the breath right back out of her, molding her soft delicate lips to mine to savor the moment. Her mouth moves over mine, pulling my lip between hers and sending a wave of euphoria through me.
I want to be good for her. I want to give her everything she needs.
My grip on her face tightens, holding her against me and too afraid to let go. Her tongue slides against mine, and a satisfied moan rumbles in my chest. Any restraint I had to savor her is lost.
My hands drop to her strong thighs, picking them up to wrap around my waist as I spin her around to press her back against my car.
With a groan, her fingers slip into my hair, giving the ends a hard tug.
I move down her short neck, breathing in her delicious cherry scent.
“Keep kissing me,” Willa demands with a soft, breathy moan.
“Where?” I kiss up the length of her neck sticking out of her fleece coat. Pulling the zipper down to get further access to the opening of her buttoned up blouse while she clutches onto me.
“The car. Backseat.” She reaches down for the handle, but isn’t able to find it.
I laugh against her chest. “I meant, where on your body do you want my dirty mouth?”
“Oh,” she gasps when my teeth pull the button at the top of her shirt open. “Everywhere.”
I could keep kissing and sucking on her bittersweet skin against my car all night under the dim parking lot lights, but obliging to her request, I open the car door and toss her in. Climbing in after her as she scrambles to get her thin coat off.
Slowing down, I help her out of the boot, careful not to hurt her, but Willa kicks it off against my closed door.
She unbuttons her stretchy slacks she wore to appear professional, and I take over to slide them down her soft milky legs.
I want to take my time, but Willa is tossing her clothes off in a haste. I grab her hands and hold them up over her head against the opposite door.
“I thought we talked about the importance of foreplay.” I hover over her and position myself between her legs.
Looking down, I take in her powdered blue satin bra with a tiny white bow at the center between her soft, supple breasts that fit nicely in my mouth. Goosebumps bubble up along the ridges in her soft, muscled abs. Lines and curves from all the long days at the gym and on the ice.
Her matching satin panties darken at the center where she’s wet with anticipation.
I lower my mouth at the tiny white bow and glide it over the small pop of her breast. Up one side and down the other to kiss the tiny bow again.
“Carter.” Her hips lift from under me.
“You said you wanted my mouth everywhere,” I tease, kissing her torso in a zigzag motion to get every inch. “Fucking gorgeous.” I run my tongue along the center line. “You taste so fucking good.”
With another moan and a lift of her hips, she silently begs me to keep going. I lift up and pull her panties down her legs as she squirms and pushes to get them off faster.
Taking my coat off, I toss it to the front and get another good look at her. “Gorgeous.”
There’s no other way to describe her. Her wavy short blonde hair spreads out over the seat. Her skin glistens with the trail I made, and her legs are spread out for me.
She’s tiny. Short and petite, with soft muscles. Perfect.
I push my seat up and kneel on the floor to get better access. I want nothing in my way.
I’ve never been so enamored by her beauty as I am now. Willa, waiting impatiently with her body yearning to be touched.
She reaches for my shirt, but I pull back. I’m not wasting another second.
Picking her leg up, I open her up and flatten my tongue on her soft, warm flesh. Her legs shake with need as I flick my tongue against her clit.
“Carter.” She tugs at my hair and pushes me down to suck her in. “Oh god,” she cries out.
Switching off between fucking her with my tongue and fingers, I stretch her out. Pulsing my tongue against her clit as her back arches from the seat.
It doesn’t take long before she comes, panting and soaking my fingers and chin.
I sit up and pull my shirt off before reaching for the console to grab a condom.
Willa catches her breath and sits up to straddle me. She grabs my chin and presses her lips to mine as I line myself up. Her forehead presses against mine as her mouth drops open when I get inside, filling her up as deep as I can go to hit the back of her walls.
We still. Pausing to feel her contract around my pulsing cock. I memorize her face. Taking mental pictures of her like this. No longer cold, her skin is damp with a sheen of sweat. Her short hair is flipped to one side and falling over my hand. Her big blue eyes are glazed over in a haze of pleasure and lust. And that smart, hard mouth is slacked open with her heaving chest, taking in heavy breaths.
“That’s it.” I cradle her face in my hand and rub her hip with the other to help her small thrusts.
Her hips jut against me in response.
“Again.” I coax her to keep going. “Just like that.”
I kiss her and moan against her sweet mouth. Her hips move faster as she digs her fingers into my hair. Tugging at the roots to give a sharp sting of pain.
“Yeah,” I groan from deep in my chest. “Hit me.”
“No.” She shakes her head and slams her hips down on me. Slapping her pussy against my cock.
“Willa–”
She stops me with a kiss against my mouth. Desperately sucking and biting at my lips while her tongue seeks mine.
“It feels so good,” moaning and pleading with her to give me what I need. “Please, don’t make me say it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her head shakes as she bounces and thrusts on top of me. Sliding her soaked pussy up and down my hard cock.
“It doesn’t hurt.” I grab her face and hold it against mine. “You could never hurt me.”
She nods slowly, and as soon as I let go, a sharp sting hits across my cheek.
“Fuck,” I groan as my balls tighten. “Again.”
Willa bites her lip, whimpering and moaning through her tightened lips as she comes again over my cock.
With another hard slap, I come bursting inside her.
But I’m mesmerized. Enthralled by her beauty and how good she makes me feel. I hold her against me, running my hand down her back, keeping the other on her cheek and neck as she catches her breath.
I’m holding on as long as I can until reality seeps back in, because it can never be more than this.