28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lina
C arter and I are just getting out of the shower after our four-mile run. My endurance has significantly increased recently, and I was quite proud of myself for being able to last as long as I did. On the days Carter and I run together, he ends up getting a workout, usually in the morning or at night without me, then again with me—and once again for our after-post-work sessions. The additional cardio between runs is speeding up that process.
“What is that?” I ask, pulling on my sweater.
Carter comes back up the stairs, holding up a black egg-shaped thing no bigger than the palm of his hand. “You don’t know what this is?”
I purse my lips together. “Obviously, I know what it is, but I’ve never used one before.”
“Good. Then I’ll be your first.” Excitement dances across his face.
I arch an eyebrow, completely aware of where this conversation is going. My heart beats faster as butterflies fill my stomach with anticipation.
I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet, but I try to play it cool. “ You literally just fucked me in the shower, and we just came back from a run. Now, you want to give me another orgasm? I’ve heard those things are intense.”
“I was thinking we have a little extra fun while ordering in and spending the evening looking at flight schools.” He smiles, extending his arm out for me to take the toy. “Even though I already know where you should go and what process to take, you should probably find the best fit for yourself.”
“You want me to research flight schools while I have this egg in my vagina?”
“Absolutely.” He chuckles. “Then, after we’re done, I’ll give you another little treat.”
I snatch the vibrator from his hands. “Yes, to the egg because I’m curious to see what this thing can do.”
“Good girl.”
“No, to the research.” I lower my eyes, chewing on the back of my lip.
“Lina,” he says my name like a warning. I love being his good girl, but damn, do I love being his bad girl too.
My face tenses. “I’m not going to pilot school.”
“This is something that’s important to you.” He leans against my dresser, blocking me from removing my pants from the drawer. “I’m here to help if you need anything.”
“Why is it important to you ?”
“I want you to feel like you can do anything.” He flashes me a side grin, but it’s enough to show off those perfectly white teeth behind his plump lips. “We share this passion. I can’t let it go to waste.”
“You know how sweet you are, Captain Hernandez?” I click my tongue a few times.
As I shut the bathroom door behind me, I caught a quick glimpse of his satisfied grin.
I slip my panties down my legs, then give this egg device a once over. Thinking about how Carter picked this up for me and how we’re going to play with it soaks my insides. I squat and easily shove it in—quicker than I thought. Wiggling my hips a few times to secure it in place, I’m surprised at how I barely feel it.
Checking out myself in the mirror, I’m suddenly hit with a buzzing bolt of electricity. Fuck. Dropping to my knees in the bathroom, I clench my legs together. Oh my god, that feels good.
I’m hanging on to the edge of the bathroom counter when I see Carter gently push the cracked door open. He’s holding his phone up with one hand while rolling up his shirt sleeves with the other.
His eyes light up when he sees me on the floor. “Hell yeah! It works.”
“Yes, it fucking works! Can you turn it down?” I shout. My eyes are watering from the intensity.
His eyes flare while a sly smile shapes his face. “That’s the lowest setting.”
“Fuck, Carter,” I purr, resting my head on the rug.
“Oh no. Not yet,” he scolds.
The vibration instantly stops. The lower half of my body is still buzzing, and my pussy continues to throb well after the toy is turned off.
Panting, I crawl over to the door. “Okay, maybe we need to discuss some rules with this thing. ”
He crouches down in front of me. Placing two fingers under my chin, he tilts my head, forcing eye contact. “Every time I hear you say something negative about yourself, I’m going to turn this on high, then turn it off when you’re about to come.” He licks his lips. “Now, if you follow my rules and get on that computer to look at every single thing required for getting your pilot’s license, then I’ll reward you with my tongue and the special little friend that I’m sharing your pussy with right now.”
How can this man be so fucking sexy that when he tells me what to do, every single feminist bone in my body disappears?
Nodding, dry swallowing, I say, “Alright.”
Carter and I spend the next fifteen minutes or so discussing the process of getting my license and the steps that we need to take before we hear a knock at the front door.
“I wonder if Zoe forgot her keys again,” I murmur, walking over to answer it. “Dad!”
“Hi, sorry to stop by unannounced.” He gestures behind him at the car parked on the street. Bristol must be waiting there. He probably thought I would disagree if she came to the door with him. “Bristol and I were in the area on our way to dinner, and I thought we’d stop by to see if you wanted to join us.”
Oh my god, Carter is in the other room. My dad is going to wonder why Carter is at my house. I wish I could warn him. What am I going to say? Shit.
My heart pounds, and my palms sweat. “Um, why didn’t you call?”
“I did, but there was no answer,” he tells me.
Fuck. My phone is upstairs charging. “My phone was dead. I left it in my room so it could charge.”
“Jag!” my dad calls out behind me. Fuck.
Carter appears at my side. “What’s up, man?” he greets my dad. “I stopped by. Lina and I were going to head out on a run.” We already ran and had sex.
My dad doesn’t look suspicious. I need to relax. If there’s nothing to hide, then I need to stop being obvious. But we do have something to hide. A big fucking something.
“I have Bristol in the car. We were wondering if Lina wanted to join us for dinner,” my dad repeats, glancing at me again. He’s waiting for an answer.
Now, Carter turns to me with wide eyes. “Do you want to take a rain check, then?”
I open my mouth to speak, but my dad’s voice is what I hear instead of my own. “Why don’t you join us? If that’s alright with Lina.”
Carter’s eyes meet mine once again. My eyebrows furrow, begging him to come. A beat passes while we stare at each other before Carter replies but doesn’t break eye contact with me, “Sure, that sounds good.”
Thank god . Wait. This is bad. This is not a good idea. We’re all going to have dinner together. What the actual fuck?
I open the door further, letting my dad walk in. “I’m going to go upstairs to grab my phone and put on some shoes.”
I take the steps two at a time, determined to get this thing out of me. Grabbing what I need, I head into the bathroom. After a few failed attempts, I start to panic. I need to relax. My muscles will loosen once I calm down. The vibration of my phone on the counter breaks my concentration.
Carter: Are you alright in there?
Me: I can’t get this thing out!
Carter: Oh shit. Don’t worry, I’ll help you later.
Me: You’d love that, wouldn’t you?
Carter: Fuck yes, I would.
I’m up here freaking out, and he’s down there with his dirty mind around my dad. What the hell?
Me: Ha.Ha. What should I do?
Carter: Let’s go with your dad to make him happy, and then we can work on that egg later.
Why do I feel like he’s laughing about this in his head? I bet he thinks this is hilarious. I roll my eyes, fix my clothes, and head back downstairs.
“Ready?” My focus bounces between Carter, who has the most giant fucking smirk on his face, and my dad, who looks genuinely surprised that I’ve agreed to join him and Bristol for a meal.
“Great!” My dad claps his hands together, clearly excited. “How about sushi?”
Oh, Dad, at least you’re trying.
Carter shakes his head while slipping on his jacket. “Lina doesn’t like sushi. ”
How does he know that? My eyebrows snap together, and my lips puff out with bewilderment. “I actually don’t like sushi.”
“I’m sorry, Lina. I completely forgot that.” My dad’s face softens. “How about you pick then.”
I smile. “Italian?”
“That sounds perfect.” Carter flashes me a knee-buckling smile, then turns to my dad. “Right, Baywatch?”
My dad shrugs and aggressively nods his head. “Anything you want. That works perfectly fine with me.”
A short time later, we’re all enjoying wine and salads. It’s been nice seeing my dad relaxed around Carter. Based on how they interact, I can tell they’ve known each other for years. They like to give each other shit like brothers would.
I must admit that it was hard for me not to laugh when Bristol ordered wine. I fought the urge to make a sarcastic comment about her age. I’ve also already found myself getting lost in the thoughts of Carter and me being a couple. The way his eyes light up when he makes a joke or how he casually rests his palm on my knee under the table—is absolutely divine.
As my dad begins to tell a story from when he and Carter served together, I’m slammed with a powerful vibration from my pussy that zips up my back, forcing my posture to snap straighter. Oh my god. I forgot that it was in there!
I clutch the table, my eyes barely open when I see Carter fiddle with his phone, possibly to turn it off. Shit. It’s not working. My insides clench, and I start to see spots.
On shaky legs, I rise from the table. “I-I have to go to the bathroom,” I rush out before I head to the back of the restaurant, desperately trying not to fall to the floor and have an orgasm in the middle of this upscale Italian restaurant.
My breath is becoming more labored as I’m aggressively shoved through a larger door to the side of the women’s restroom entrance. I can barely control my limbs as Carter moves me like a ragdoll. Holding me up against the wall, he braces my entire body weight.
“The screen on my phone was frozen. It’s restarting now.” His husky voice rolls over me like warm honey, sticking to every one of my bones. Goddamn, I’m so turned on right now. “Relax, I’ve got you.” His forehead presses against mine. “Just give in.”
“Okay.” I nip his bottom lip while he takes his hand and glides it up the back of my leg, gripping my ass cheek. With little effort, he lifts it and pushes his body into me. I’m pinched between him and the wall. His lips find the hollow of my collarbone right as my head falls back. “Oh god,” I moan.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers into my skin.
My hips buck at his middle. His hard length adds additional friction, and with the heat radiating off his body, it’s enough to push me over the edge. An orgasm that spans the length of me, sending pulses through my veins. My muscles lock, and my head falls to his shoulder. Biting down through his shirt, I keep my screams muffled.
Carter keeps me in place until the last few aftershocks roll in. Still dazed, he releases my leg to pull his phone from his pocket .
A second later, the vibration stops. Desperate to get this thing out of me, I shove my hand up my dress and yank on the tiny curved handle. Now that my muscles are the consistency of jello, the little bastard slides out without resistance.
Regaining my focus, my eyes dart around the small room. “Is this the family restroom?”
Carter rubs his chin, laughing. “It was the best I could do.”
Fluffing my hair a few times, I place my palms on the cold counter with my head hanging low. “My fucking god, that thing.”
Carter moves behind me, slipping his arms under mine and hooking them around my waist. “I’m annoyed that the little egg took all my fun.”
I face him in the mirror. My breath hitches when I see his massive body wrapped around me. It’s euphoric. “I’m sure I’ll still want a ride later.”
“That needy pussy of yours.” He nuzzles his face in my hair. “I love it,” he growls.
The mirror reflects my spotted chest and flushed face. “Okay, get your shit together. We still have to go out there and have dinner with them.”
His chin rests on my shoulder. “I know. It means a lot to your dad.”
“Oh, don’t I know it?” I sigh. “Now, how the hell are we supposed to go back out there and face them after what just happened?”
My stomach twists at the thought.