Chapter 9 - Alice
If I want this?
I fucking need it.
I'm still trembling from the orgasm he just gave me. The most intense orgasm of my entire life, and I'm already dripping wet again, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
And his cock... Jesus Christ, his cock.
It's massive. Thick and long, curving slightly upward. I've never seen anything like it. My ex was average at best, and the one guy before him wasn't much better. But Carter? Carter is going to split me in half, and I can't wait.
"I'm ready," I tell him, and my voice comes out breathy and desperate in a way that should embarrass me. "I'm so ready. I need you to fuck me, Carter. Please."
"Say that again," he commands, his voice rough.
"I need you to fuck me." The words come easier this time, more confident.
Because with Carter, I don't feel like I have to hide.
Don't feel like my desire is too much or too desperate or anything but exactly what it is.
"I need your cock inside me. Need to feel you stretching me, filling me. Please, Carter."
"Fuck." He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, and I watch mesmerized. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me," I challenge, surprising myself with my boldness. "Come here."
He moves closer to the bed, standing right at the edge where I'm kneeling. His cock is at eye level now, thick and intimidating and absolutely beautiful. I reach out, wrapping both small hands around him, and even with both, I can't completely encircle his girth.
"Jesus, you're huge," I breathe.
"You can take it," he assures me, his hand coming to cup my face. "That pretty pussy of yours is so fucking wet, you'll take every inch."
The confidence in his voice makes me clench. Makes me believe him even though logically I have no idea how something that size is going to fit inside me.
But I want to find out.
I lean forward and spit directly onto his cock, watching the saliva slide down his length. Carter groans and his cock twitches in my hands.
"Fuck, Alice. That's so fucking hot."
I spread my spit with both hands, stroking him, getting him slick and ready. His skin is hot and smooth, velvet over steel, and I love the way he responds to my touch. The way his breathing gets heavier, the way his hips thrust slightly into my grip.
"You keep doing that and I'm going to come all over those pretty tits," he warns, his voice strained.
"Later," I promise, giving him one last stroke before releasing him. "Right now, I need you inside me."
I lie back on the bed, spreading my legs in invitation. The cool air hits my soaked pussy and I know he can see everything, how wet I am, how swollen, how ready.
Carter climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. But instead of pushing inside like I expect, he grabs his cock and drags the head through my folds. The contact makes me gasp, makes my hips buck up seeking more.
"Patience," he murmurs, doing it again. Rubbing the thick head of his cock against my entrance, up to my clit, back down. Teasing me. "Beg for it."
"I already begged," I whimper, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"Beg again." He presses just the tip inside, barely an inch, then pulls out completely. "Tell me how bad you need it."
"Carter, please." My voice breaks on his name. "Please, I need your cock. Need you to fill me up, fuck me hard, make me come again. I'm so empty, I need—" I gasp as he pushes the tip in again, just barely. "Please, please please, fuck me, Carter. I'll do anything. Just please—"
He thrusts forward, burying half his length inside. The stretch is immediate and intense. My pussy struggles to accommodate him, clenching tight around his cock, and for a second it borders on pain. But then my body adjusts, relaxes, and the pain transforms into the most full I’ve ever been.
"Oh my God," I gasp, my back arching off the bed. "Oh fuck, you're so big—"
"And I'm only halfway in," Carter grits out, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight."
He pulls back slightly, then pushes in deeper. Another inch, then another, working his way inside with shallow thrusts that gradually go deeper. My pussy is drenched, practically gushing around his cock, providing all the lubrication we need, but it's still a stretch. Still overwhelming.
"That's it," he encourages, one hand moving to my thigh, spreading me wider. "Open up for me. Let me all the way in."
I do. I relax completely, letting my legs fall open, surrendering to him and only him. And on his next thrust, he slides home. All the way to the hilt until I can feel his pelvis pressed against mine.
We both freeze.
I'm completely full. Stuffed beyond anything I've ever experienced. His cock is pressing against places inside me I didn't know existed, stretching me in ways that feel impossible and perfect all at once.
"Fuck," Carter breathes, his head dropping to my shoulder. "Alice. Fuck. You're taking all of me."
"Move," I beg, my nails digging into his back. "Please move. I need—"
He pulls back until just the tip is inside, then slams back in. I cry out, pleasure sharp and intense, and my pussy clenches around him.
"Again," I gasp. "Do that again."
He does. Sets up a rhythm that's hard and fast and exactly what I need. Each thrust drives his cock deep, hitting that spot inside me that makes fireworks burst behind my eyelids. The wet sounds of our fucking fill the room, obscene and perfect, mixed with my moans and his grunts of effort.
"So good," I babble, completely incoherent. "So, fucking good, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Not stopping." Carter's voice is strained, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. "Not until you come all over my cock. Want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you come."
His words push me higher. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper. My hands are everywhere—his back, his shoulders, his ass—trying to pull him closer, trying to get more even though there's no more to get.
"Carter… I'm close, so close…"
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it."
He thrusts into me harder, faster, and I can feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine. It's different from the first one: deeper, more intense, radiating out from where we're joined.
"Oh God. Oh fuck, Carter—"
I come with a scream, my entire body going rigid as the orgasm crashes through me. My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice, rhythmic pulses that milk him as wave after wave of pleasure drowns me.
"Fuck yes," Carter groans, fucking me through it. "Just like that. So fucking beautiful when you come."
He doesn't stop. Keeps thrusting even as I'm still trembling, prolonging my orgasm until I'm oversensitive and shaking.
"Too much," I gasp. "Carter—"
"One more." He slows his pace but doesn't stop. "Give me one more, Alice. I know you have it in you."
"I can't—"
"You can." He shifts, sitting back on his heels, and pulls me with him until I'm straddling his lap, his cock still buried inside me. "Ride me. Take what you need."
I'm sitting on his cock, impaled completely, and when I shift my hips, the sensation makes me whimper.
"That's it," Carter encourages, his hands on my hips guiding me. "Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock however you want."
I start to move. Lifting up until just the head is inside, then sinking back down slowly. The drag of his cock against my walls is torture. From this angle, I can control everything—the depth, the speed, the angle, and I experiment until I find what feels best.
"Fuck, you look amazing like this," Carter says, his eyes dark and fixed on where we're joined. "Watching my cock disappear into that tight pussy. Watching your tits bounce. You're so fucking perfect."
His words spur me on. I start moving faster, bouncing on his cock with increasing confidence. My breasts are bouncing with every movement just like he said, and when his hands come up to cup them, thumbs brushing over my nipples, I moan.
"Yes, touch me!"
He does. Kneads my breasts, pinches my nipples, all while I ride him. The dual sensation: his hands on my breasts and his cock filling me over and over is almost too much.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard while I keep moving, and the combination makes my rhythm falter.
"Carter, fuck!"
"Keep going," he says against my breast. "Don't stop. Want to watch you make yourself come on my cock."
I force myself to keep moving even though my thighs are burning, even though I'm not sure I can come again. But the pleasure is building anyway, coiling tighter in my core with each bounce.
Carter's hands move to my ass, gripping hard, helping me move. Lifting me and pulling me back down, controlling the pace, making me take him deeper.
"That's it. Fuck, yes. Take it all."
I'm close again. Can feel it approaching like a freight train. My movements become erratic, desperate, chasing that edge.
"Touch yourself," Carter commands. "Play with your clit while you ride me."
I hesitate. I've never done that in front of someone before. My ex thought it was weird, said if he couldn't get me off then something was wrong with me.
But Carter is looking at me with nothing but hunger and encouragement.
"Do it," he says again. "Want to watch you make yourself come."
I slide one hand between us, fingers finding my clit. It's swollen and sensitive, and even the lightest touch makes me gasp.
"Yes," Carter hisses. "Just like that. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock."
I circle my clit with shaking fingers while continuing to bounce on his cock. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Too much and not enough and absolutely perfect.
"Carter, fuck, I'm going to—"
"Come," he growls, his hips starting to thrust up to meet my downward movements. "Come right fucking now."
My whole body convulses, pussy clamping down on his cock as I scream his name. It's even more intense than the last two, starting in my core and radiating out until even my fingers and toes are tingling.
I collapse forward onto his chest, still impaled on his cock, trembling and gasping. "Oh my God. Oh fuck. That was… I can't…"
"I'm not done yet," Carter says.
Before I can process what he means, he's flipping us over, me on my back again, him hovering over me, still buried deep inside.
"One more," he says, pulling out and slamming back in. "Going to fuck you until I fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to come inside you?"
"Yes," I gasp, even though I'm oversensitive, even though I'm not sure I can take more. "Yes, please, fill me up—"
He fucks me hard and fast, chasing his own release now. The wet sounds are even louder now. My pussy is absolutely soaked, dripping onto the sheets with every thrust. His cock slides in and out easily despite my tightness, and I can feel myself clenching around him involuntarily.
"So close," he grunts. "Fuck, Alice, your pussy feels too good—"
"Come," I beg, wrapping my legs around him again. "Come inside me, Carter. I want to feel it."
Three more hard thrusts and he's there. He buries himself to the hilt and groans, long and low and absolutely primal, as his cock pulses inside me. I can feel him coming, feel the warmth flooding me, and it triggers one more small orgasm that has me whimpering.
"Fuck," Carter breathes, collapsing partially on top of me, careful not to crush me with his full weight. "Fuck, that was—"
"Amazing," I finish, my hands stroking up and down his sweat-slicked back. "That was absolutely amazing."
We lie there for a long moment, both catching our breath, his cock still inside me starting to soften. I can feel his cum leaking out around his softening length, can feel the mess we've made of my sheets, and I don't care even a little bit.
Finally, Carter pulls out slowly. We both wince: me from the sensitivity, him probably from the same. He rolls to the side, pulling me with him until we're lying face to face.
"You okay?" he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.
"More than okay." I'm still trembling slightly, aftershocks of pleasure making my muscles twitch. "That was... I've never... nobody's ever made me feel like that."
Something warm and possessive flashes in his eyes. "Good."
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Reality crashing back in. I reach for it with a shaking hand, already knowing who it is.
Claire: *Maya wants ice cream. We'll be at the park for another 30 min if you need more time. You're welcome. ??*
I show Carter the text, "Your friend is something else," he says.
"She really is." I set the phone back down, looking at him. At this dangerous, beautiful man in my bed, who just gave me three orgasms and looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. "What happens now?"
"Now," Carter says, pulling me closer, "I take a very quick shower with you, we get dressed, and I go pick up my daughter. Then..." He pauses. "Then I'd like to take you both to dinner. If you want. Nothing fancy. Just... us."
"Us," I repeat, and the word feels significant. Like we're defining something, making it real.
"Yeah." His thumb brushes across my bottom lip. "Us. If you want there to be an us."
I think about my ex. About being told I was too much, too emotional, too everything. About three months of being alone, convinced I was better off that way.
And then I think about Carter. About the way he looks at me, touches me, makes me feel like exactly enough.
"I want there to be an us," I tell him.