5. Carina – Now
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Carina – Now
I looked outside the window at the Las Vegas Strip, still in shock and disbelief that I’d woken up naked and between two men. I couldn’t wrap my brain around what had happened. It was crazy.
It was a total cliché.
There was a knock on the bathroom door but I didn’t get a chance to answer before I heard it open. I flicked my gaze to it and watched Jacques slip in, close it, then take a step forward.
“Hey,” he murmured, a small smile tilting his lips up.
I sputtered. “Hey?” I asked, my voice pitched high. Panic pulsed through me at the thought of how I would resist him in all his hard, naked glory. I had to end this. Right now. But it was not a conversation to have while naked.
“I, ah….” He exhaled and color rose in his cheeks. “I wanted to check on you. We were a little rough with you last night.”
“I’m… fine,” I gritted out, begging my traitorous body not to give in to temptation.
Concern had Jacques drawing his brows together and tilting his lips down. He strode across the room and lifted my chin until I was staring into his beautiful whiskey-colored eyes.
“Are you sore? I… I’m not sure how much experience you’ve had with anal, and I was wasted. I didn’t take as much care of you as I should have.”
“You took—” I cleared my throat to stop the rasp in my voice and shook my head. He was impossible to resist. “You took good care of me.”
“Can I check you over? I just want to make sure I didn’t tear anything.”
“Are you shitting me?” I asked, my eyes as wide as saucers. “You want to look at my asshole?”
He snorted out a laugh, his dick bobbing as he did. It was like a metronome, absolutely mesmerizing, and I had to drag my gaze away from it.
“I actually want to stick my finger up your ass, if we’re getting specific.” He mumbled something else that I didn’t quite catch, but it sounded a lot like, “And my dick.”
“Fucking kill me now,” I muttered, but I wasn’t angry or even that embarrassed. He’d done worse to me last night—so had Travis. But if he got his talented fingers anywhere near me, that would be the end of it. I’d be bending over and offering myself for his taking. I had no self-restraint whatsoever.
“Please, Carina,” he murmured, his eyes imploring.
I couldn’t do this. Not if I had any hope of salvaging my friendship with Sophia. I turned away from him and gripped the sink for strength.
He was behind me in a flash, his hands on my waist. He ran them up and down my sides, his fingers trailing over my soft rolls and leaving a trail of tingles in their wake.
“Have you ever had anal before?” he murmured, raising gooseflesh over my skin. “Fingers? A cock?” He nuzzled the side of my neck as he spoke before he slid his hands around my belly and pulled me back against him.
I leaned into his embrace, and the moment I did, he started moving his hands once more, caressing every inch of my body.
We stood like that, watching each other in the mirror as he sucked on my earlobe and brushed his thumbs over my hardened nipples. Instinctively, I arched into him, and his dick painted a stripe of precum along the small of my back. I stifled my moan, and he shook his head.
“Let it out. I want to hear you moan my name again. I want to feel your tight body surrounding me,” he confessed. “You’re the woman of my dreams, and you’re here naked with me. All I can think about is last night. I want to do it again. Do everything again.”
God, I wanted that too. My pussy was throbbing, and I was desperate to be stretched around his or Travis’s dick.
But now that I was sober, I had to tell him the truth. I had to explain why I couldn’t just give in to the desire whipping through me.
“Your mum.” I shook my head sadly. “She’s going to kill me. It’ll be the end of our friendship.”
“Mom doesn’t need to know,” he challenged.
“We can’t keep this a secret. I’ll never forgive myself for lying to her and your father.”
“We’re not lying.” He trailed his fingertips down over my belly to my pussy, stopping just shy, which scrambled my brain. “But even if Mom and Dad do find out, they’ll deal with it. I’m an adult. You’re an adult. I’ve wanted you forever.”
“Forever is longer than twelve hours, Jacques,” I griped, hating that I was being the voice of reason here when all I wanted was for him to slide his fingers just a touch lower.
He chuckled and nuzzled my neck again, his stubble soft against my skin. Without even thinking, I angled my head giving him more room.
“You were my first teen crush, you know that? I fantasized about you.”
The heat of his words had gooseflesh breaking out all over my skin, pebbling my nipples and making me shiver. My eyes never left his face in the mirror, watching his expression as he cast his stare down. He looked at me with awe in his gaze, like I was a precious work of art.
“I couldn’t get you out of my head after we left Australia.”
He pressed another kiss to my neck and moved his hands so they framed my pussy. He pressed my lips together, rubbing them and stimulating nerve endings that had been reawakened last night. He bent his knees and positioned his cock between my legs before he pulled me tight against him. I cried out, and he thrust slowly, every inch of his impressive dick sliding along my skin. God, I’d had him inside me only hours ago. How could I want more?
“Mom had a photo of the two of you in her office. I lost count of the number of times I touched myself looking at you. I used to sneak in there and jack off until I blew. Every time I did it, I wanted you more.”
He shifted his hand, found my clit, and pressed down on it. I gasped and bucked my hips, riding his finger and tightening my legs to hug his cock. Jacques reached up and cupped my breast with his free hand, flicking his thumb over my nipple. I overflowed his grasp, my boobs far more than a handful, but from the way his eyes darkened with lust, I knew he loved them. He rolled my clit between his thumb and fingertips, and I reached back to thread my fingers through his hair, holding him in place.
“It killed me knowing I might never see you again. Then it was like the stars aligned. I was in Brisbane for the exhibition games, Cara told me you were single, and then I saw you.”
He slid his fingers lower, pumping two inside me. I was so wet, so needy. I moaned and rocked my hips, unable to choose between his dick or his fingers. But Jacques knew exactly what I needed. He let go of my breast and tilted my hips, his cockhead prodding my pussy.
“Yes,” I hissed, pushing back onto him. My pussy throbbed, every nerve ending set alight. “Fuck me,” I breathed.
But he held off, teasing me with just his tip and his fingers.
“When you agreed to drinks, I was riding a high for days. You were even prettier in the flesh and sweeter than I remembered. Last night was a dream come true. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Fuck, please,” I moaned.
“Come back to bed, Carina,” he ordered gently. “We haven’t finished with you yet.”
My knees were weak, and I was already on the edge. My pussy tightened around his fingers, and he slipped them free agonizingly slowly.
He answered my groan by slowly inching forward, stretching my pussy around his cock. “I love being inside this sweet pussy again. You going to let me come inside you, beautiful? You going to let me share you with Travis?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I cried out.
“Good girl.” Jacques pressed his thumb to my clit, and a shock of ecstasy pulsed through me, shooting me to the edge of an orgasm. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers. Show me how much you want me in your pretty pussy.”
I cried out again, my orgasm slamming into me. My pussy clenched, rhythmically pulsing as he drew every wicked fantasy straight from my mind and turned them into reality. Those thick fingers kept up their dance over my clit, and his cock stretched me so tight around him.
“Oh God,” I moaned pushing back on him harder as an aftershock rocked through me.
He slammed into me and hissed, his cock so thick and hard. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow if you keep that up,” he ground out. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Give it to me,” I begged. “Fill me up.” I rocked back again, trying to take him deeper.
“Ah shit,” he gasped, going rigid, then bucking into me.
I choked out another cry, and his cock pulsed inside me, painting my channel with hot cum. He rocked his hips again and again, never stopping as he rode out his orgasm.
The door opened, and Travis stepped inside, crossed his ankles and his arms and, wearing only a smirk, said, “You two are having way too much fun in here without me.”
Jacques’s breathing was ragged as he buried his face in my nape and laughed. He eased his fingers from my clit but stayed buried inside me. I loved it, that feeling of being possessed by him. It was wrong, so wrong, to have slept with him, but while I was riding the high of my orgasm, I found it hard to regret it.
I released his hair and held onto the sink, propping myself up. My legs were like jelly.
“Darlin’, why don’t you come back to bed and let me show you what stamina looks like?”
“Fuck off,” Jacques huffed as I laughed. He groaned from behind me and his dick twitched. He was getting hard again already.
“Don’t worry, he got me there. But now I don’t know if I can walk.” The prospect of having them both was a bloody good motivator, though.
Travis jacked himself slowly, brushing his thumb over his slit and gathering his precum to use as lube on the downstroke. I licked my lips, desperate for a taste. I longed to relive last night and lose myself between them. I was fucking terrible—I had zero self-control and even less morals, but these men were addictive. Jacques squeezed my hips, and his cock twitched again, hardening more. He’d just come inside me, and—wait. We hadn’t used a condom. Shit.
“Ah, guys,” I said hesitantly. My heart started thumping, panic rising within me. “We didn’t use protection. I’m on birth control, but….”
“I got tested a few weeks ago as part of my physicals at work, and I’m negative for everything,” Travis said, making his way over to us. “I can show you my test results—” He gestured over his shoulder. “They’re on my cell phone.”
Jacques swiveled his hips, fully hard again, and I gasped. Then I rocked back against him. He scrambled my brain every time he moved.
“I’m negative too,” Jacques assured me, his voice a deep rasp.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested a few months ago,” I admitted.
Travis took my hand and raised it. Then he froze. Jacques stiffened behind me, his grip on my waist tightening. I looked between them.
“Travis,” Jacques whispered. His voice cracked. He’d gone from suave and sexy to freaked the hell out in a nano-second.
I followed their line of sight down. They were staring at my hand.
That was…
What. The. Fuck?
There was a ring on my left ring finger. A giant rectangular diamond set in a silver—or probably platinum—band winked at me, reflecting like glitter in the overhead lights.
I shook my head and stared at the ring. I blinked, then did it again. It was still there. Surely it wasn’t what I thought it was. It probably wasn’t even real. Where could you even buy a ring, fake or not, in the middle of the night?
Then the voice inside my head whispered, “This is Vegas.”
There was no way it was a wedding ring. No way. It had to be fake. It had to be a joke.
“We need to go home. Right now,” Jacques whispered.