Chapter 8 - Riot
This is fucking happening.
I cup Alice's face, thumb brushing her cheekbone, and for one second, one goddamn second, I hesitate. Because once I do this, once I kiss her, there's no going back. No pretending this is just breakfast, just showing me her house, just two people being friendly.
But then she whispers "please," and fuck hesitation.
I kiss her.
My hand slides into her hair, gripping tight, pulling her closer as my mouth claims hers. She makes this small sound, surprise mixed with desire, and then she's kissing me back with the same desperate energy, her hands fisting in my jacket, pulling me against her.
Her body presses against mine, and I can feel everything. The curves of her hips under my hands, the fullness of her breasts rubbing against my chest, the heat of her even through our clothes. My cock has been half-hard since we left the coffee shop, and now it's straining against my jeans, aching.
I'd been wondering during the entire walk here if she was just talking about showing me her house. If I was reading too much into the way she looked at me, the breathlessness in her voice when she said "now."
But it doesn't matter anymore. Because she's kissing me like she needs it to breathe, and I'm not fucking stopping now.
I walk her backward until her back hits the wall, never breaking the kiss. My tongue slides against hers, and she opens for me immediately, letting me in, letting me take. Her hands move from my jacket to my shoulders, gripping hard enough that I know I'll have marks.
Good. I want her marks on me.
I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, and she tilts her head back automatically, giving me access. Her skin is soft, tastes faintly of vanilla, and when I scrape my teeth against her pulse point, she gasps.
"Carter—"
"Yeah?" I kiss back up to her mouth, biting her bottom lip gently.
"That was—" She's gasping for air, her chest heaving. "That felt fantastic."
"Good." I kiss her again, slower this time but no less intense. "Because I'm not done."
"I don't want you to be done." Her hands are in my hair now, pulling slightly. "I want to… Fuck, we only have maybe an hour before Claire calls. I want to use every minute."
Fuck. An hour. Maybe less. Not nearly enough time to do everything I want to do with her, but I'll take what I can get.
"Alice." I pull back just enough to look at her, to make sure she understands what she's saying. "If we keep going, I'm going all the way. I'm not stopping at kissing. I need to know you're sure about this."
Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from my kisses. "I'm sure. I want—" She swallows hard. "I want you to make me feel good. Want you to touch me, taste me, fuck me. I want to leave this house completely satisfied, and I want you satisfied too."
Jesus Christ.
"Then take off your sweater," I growl against her neck. "Because I'm about ten seconds away from ripping it off you myself."
She reaches for the hem of her blue sweater, then hesitates. "I should warn you. I have a few extra kilos that might seem—"
"You look perfect to me." I cut her off before she can finish that sentence, before she can talk herself out of this with whatever bullshit her ex put in her head. "I love those extra kilos. Love having something to grab, something to hold onto."
Then she pulls the sweater over her head. Fuck me. Her breasts are gorgeous. Full and round, barely contained by a simple black bra that's somehow sexier than anything fancy could be. I can see her nipples hardening through the fabric, and my mouth waters.
I reach around and unhook her bra, one-handed because I'm not completely out of practice, and let it fall to the floor.
Her breasts bounce slightly as they're freed, and I just stare for a second because they're fucking perfect. Heavy and soft, nipples that I need to taste right now.
I don't waste time. Just dive in, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand cups the other breast, thumb brushing over the peak.
Alice moans, soft and sweet and absolutely beautiful, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
"Fuck, you sound amazing," I tell her between kisses. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and licking while she gasps above me.
Her hands are in my hair again, not pulling, just holding on like she needs the anchor. Her chest is heaving, pushing her breasts more firmly against my mouth, and I groan.
I want to know what she sounds like when she comes. Want to know if these soft, sweet moans turn into something louder, something desperate.
Want to fuck her and find out.
I kiss down her stomach, feeling her tense slightly under my lips. "Beautiful," I murmur against her skin. "Every fucking inch of you."
When I reach her jeans, she's already unbuttoning them before I can ask. Her hands are shaking slightly, but she's moving fast, clearly in a rush, and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing I've seen in years.
Nothing better than a woman who shows enthusiasm. Who wants this as much as I do. I help her push the jeans down, toss them aside. Then I stand back, just for a second, to look at her.
Alice stands before me in just her panties. They’re blue, simple, with a very noticeable wet spot in the center. Her nipples are hard and glistening from my mouth, her chest flushed, her hair messed up from my hands. She's curvy and soft and fucking gorgeous, and I can't believe this is real.
She notices where I'm looking and immediately tries to cover herself with her hands. "Sorry, I know I get—"
"Don't." I grab her wrists gently, move her hands away. "Don't apologize for being wet. That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
"Are you sure? Because sometimes I get too wet and it can be—"
"Alice." I drop to my knees in front of her, hands gripping her hips. "I'm about to have a goddamn feast. The wetter you are, the better."
Her eyes widen. Then she smirks and hooks her thumbs in her panties. "Then you'd better get started."
She pulls them down slowly, and I watch strings of her arousal stretch between the fabric and her pussy before breaking. She's soaked. Absolutely dripping. And when she steps out of the panties, I can see she's bare, waxed or shaved, I don't care which, and glistening.
Fuck the couch. Fuck the bedroom. I need to taste her right now.
I grip her hips harder, hold her steady, and lean in.
The first lick is slow, just getting a taste, learning what she likes. She's sweet and tangy and perfect, and when I flatten my tongue against her clit, her legs actually shake.
"Carter—oh God—"
I look up at her from between her thighs, and the sight almost undoes me. Alice with her head thrown back against the wall, lips parted, chest heaving. Her hands are hovering uncertainly like she doesn't know where to put them.
"Touch me," I tell her, my voice rough. "Grab my hair, hold onto my shoulders, whatever you need. Just don't hold back."
Her hands immediately go to my hair, fingers threading through and gripping. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that I know she's letting go, letting herself feel this.
I go back to work, exploring her with my tongue. I trace her slit slowly, tasting every inch of her, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. When I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, her whole body jerks.
"Too sensitive?" I ask against her skin.
"No. God, no. It's perfect. Don't stop."
I don't. I alternate between broad, flat licks and focused attention on her clit, paying attention to every sound she makes, every twitch of her hips. She tastes incredible, sweet and musky and uniquely her, and I could do this for hours if we had the time.
Her thighs are trembling now, and I can feel her trying to stay upright, trying to keep her balance. I slide my hands from her hips to her ass, gripping firmly, both supporting her and pulling her harder against my mouth.
"Carter, fuck, I can't stand much longer—"
I pull back just enough to speak. "Bedroom?"
"Too far," she gasps. "Couch. Please."
I stand quickly, and she actually whimpers at the loss of contact. But I just scoop her up. She lets out a surprised squeak, and carry her the few steps to the couch, laying her down on the cushions.
She's spread out before me now, completely naked, her pussy glistening and swollen. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with her breathing, and she's looking at me with an expression of pure need.
"Better?" I ask, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch.
"Yes. Please, I need—"
I don't make her finish. Just dive back in, spreading her thighs wider so I have full access. This angle is better. I can see everything, can watch her reactions, can use my hands while my mouth works.
I lick her slowly, thoroughly, savoring every drop of her arousal. She's even wetter than before, practically dripping onto the couch, and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her. "Could eat this pussy all day."
"Oh God—" Her hips buck against my face. "Carter, please—"
"Please what?" I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, making her whine. "Tell me what you need, Alice."
"More. I need more… Your fingers, please!"
I slide one hand from her thigh to her entrance, ease a finger inside her while my mouth stays focused on her clit. She's tight and hot and so fucking wet that my finger slides in easily.
"Yes, oh fuck yes—"
I start a rhythm: pumping my finger in and out while I suck on her clit. Her hands are in my hair again, gripping hard now, her hips rolling against my face. She's completely lost in it, no longer self-conscious, just chasing her pleasure.
I add a second finger, stretching her, curling them to find that spot inside her that makes women reach their peak.
"Carter, Carter, oh my God, right there!"
I've found it. I keep the pressure steady, my fingers working that spot while my tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. Her whole body is tensing, thighs trembling on either side of my head, and I know she's close.
"That's it," I encourage her between licks. "Come for me, Alice. Let me feel it. Want to taste you coming on my tongue."
I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard while my fingers keep working inside her.
She shatters.
Her whole body goes rigid, back arching off the couch, a cry tearing from her throat that's somewhere between my name and pure pleasure. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I feel a fresh wave of wetness coat my hand.
I don't stop. Keep licking, keep sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she's shaking, until her hands push weakly at my head.
"Too much… Carter, sensitive…"
Only then do I pull back, slowly withdrawing my fingers and pressing one last gentle kiss to her inner thigh.
Alice is completely wrecked. Her chest is heaving, her skin flushed from her cheeks down to her breasts, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She's looking at me like she can't quite believe what just happened.
"That was—" She can't seem to finish the sentence. "I've never… Not like that, nobody's ever—"
"Good." I stand slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her taste is all over my lips, my chin, and I don't want to wash it away. "Because we're not done yet."
Her eyes drop to the very obvious bulge in my jeans. Even through the denim, she can probably see how hard I am, how much I need her.
"You're—" She sits up slightly, reaching for me. "That looks painful."
"It is." I palm myself through the denim, trying to relieve some of the pressure. My cock is throbbing, has been since I first kissed her, and watching her come apart on my tongue nearly pushed me over the edge in my jeans like a fucking teenager.
"Bedroom," she says, her voice still breathless but determined. "I need you inside me. Need to feel you."
Fuck yes.
I let her stand on shaky legs, and she leads me upstairs—second door on the right, just like she said earlier. Her bedroom is soft and feminine, all light colors and comfortable-looking furniture, with a big bed covered in way too many pillows.
She climbs onto the bed, and I watch her ass as she moves, watch the way her body curves and flows. She's fucking gorgeous, and she's here with me, wanting this as much as I do.
I shrug out of my jacket, toss it on a chair. Pull my shirt over my head and watch her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, the scars from old fights, the tattoos that are remnants of my old life, the body I've kept in shape because in my world, weakness gets you killed.
"Jesus," she breathes. "You're—"
"Scared?" I ask, suddenly uncertain. Some women like the dangerous look. Some run from it.
"No." She's staring at my chest, at my abs, at the V of muscle that disappears into my jeans. "You're beautiful. Like, intimidatingly beautiful."
I huff out a laugh. "Never been called beautiful before."
"Well, you are." She's sitting on the edge of the bed now, reaching for me. "Come here."
I move toward her, and her hands immediately go to my belt, unbuckling it with fumbling fingers. She's nervous again, I can tell, but also eager. The combination is fucking adorable.
I help her, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper. The relief is immediate as some of the pressure eases, but I'm still rock hard, my cock tenting my boxer briefs.
Alice stares at the bulge, and I watch her throat work as she swallows.
"You can touch," I tell her. "If you want."
She does. Her hand comes up, palming me through the fabric, and even that light touch makes me groan.
"Fuck, Alice."
"You're big," she says, almost to herself. Her hand wraps around me as best it can through the boxer briefs, squeezing gently. "Really big."
"You can take it," I assure her, though my voice comes out rougher than I intended. "We'll make sure you're ready."
I hook my thumbs in my jeans and boxer briefs and push them down together, stepping out of them along with my boots. And then I'm standing completely naked in front of her, my cock jutting out hard and thick.
Alice's eyes are huge, staring at my cock like she's never seen one before. Maybe she hasn't seen one like mine. I know I'm bigger than average, thicker too, and it's been an issue with some women in the past.
"Still want this?" I ask, giving her an out even though it might actually kill me to stop now.