Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
Elliana
The hot water cascades over my skin as I wash the shampoo out of my long hair. Once the water runs clear, I take the conditioner bottle and squirt a healthy amount into my palm. I step out of the spray and massage the smooth liquid into the long strands when I feel the air shift in the bathroom.
A shiver runs down my spine as I realize I’m not alone. I quickly spin around, almost falling over my own two feet.
“Slow down. I don’t feel like scraping you off the shower floor.” I hear him chuckle a second before I see his blurry outline through the glass door.
“Get out!” I yell, trying my best to cover my chest and privates with my hands and arms.
“I’ve seen the good before, remember? No need to be shy now,” he says nonchalantly while peeling his clothes off.
He can’t be serious right now.
“Get out, Carter, I mean it!” I try again, but he continues to pull his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of the pile of clothes and closer toward the shower.
“I swear I’m going to call your dad and tell him everything!” I threaten him as a last-ditch effort.
“No, you won’t,” Carter quips confidently, sliding the shower door open like he belongs here. Steam billows out of the stall and cool air washes over me. “You wouldn’t want to ruin our parent’s honeymoon like that. You’re a good girl. Always doing the right thing.”
I blink my eyes, staring at his bruised cheek and busted lip. “What the hell happened to your face?”
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just steps under the spray. I watch him grab hold of the liquid soap.
I cross my arms in front of my chest and lean against the cold shower wall. “What happened?” I ask again.
He shrugs his shoulder. “I guess you’re going to find out, regardless. I got into a fight.”
“Why?” Now genuinely curious.
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that they got what they deserved,” he says ominously.
“They?”
“Just hand me the washcloth,” he orders me, but I don’t make a move.
He rolls his eyes and reaches around me to grab the cloth.
“I already used that.”
“I know,” he snaps, before winking at me. He pours a healthy amount of soap onto the rag before lathering it over his muscular body.
My eyes wander to his abs, where I notice a large bruise forming on his side. “Seriously, who did you get into a fight with? Did you really fight two guys?”
“Just let it go,” Carter presses before going on to wash his short hair.
Why won’t he tell me? The only reason I can come up with is that I know who they are, or that it has something to do with me. Then something pops into my mind. No… he wouldn’t. Or would he…
“Did you fight those two jocks who were bothering me earlier?”
Carter closes his eyes and dips his head under the spray until the soap is washed out of his hair. When he leans his face away from the water, he asks, “What if I did?”
I can’t believe this guy. I stare at Carter in shock as I try to make sense of his actions. Does he really think suddenly playing my hero is going to make me forget everything he has done to me? Everything he put me through.
“Can you say something, at least?”
“ Say something ?” I scoff. “And what would you like to hear? That I’m thankful you stood up for me when you are the reason they are targeting me in the first place?”
Carter sighs and shakes his head. “I thought I was doing the right thing by breaking the guy’s jaw.”
“You broke his jaw!?” I yell, flabbergasted.
“He deserved it,” Carter states, convincing himself of being a good guy.
“And you deserve more than a busted lip and a few bruises.”
“For what I did to you, yes, but not for beating up those two morons. Even Dad agreed to that much.”
“Your dad knows?” I ask, surprised.
“Yes, the police got involved. I had to tell him.”
“But let me guess, you conveniently left the part out to why they were bullying me.” Irritation fills my veins when I realize the way he painted himself to his father.
“Can we please stop talking about it? I know I fucked up. I’m trying to make it right.”
“And you think beating up two of my bullies will make up for bullying me yourself?”
“No, but I figure it is a start,” he admits ruefully.
I shake my head and sigh, annoyed by his inability to understand how much he hurt me. I don’t even want to talk about this anymore. I want to rinse out my hair and get out of here.
“Can you switch with me? I need to wash the conditioner out.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He smiles, taking a step toward me until his chest is pressed up against mine. Before I can object, he snakes an arm around me and pulls me closer to his body. My feet slip, and I grab onto his arms to stabilize myself.
“What are—” is all I get out before his lips are on mine in a searing kiss.
My whole body is stiff, my lips don’t move, but that doesn’t stop Carter from pulling me closer. He runs his hands over my skin, cupping my ass when he gets there.
I don’t want to like it, I really don’t, but my stupid body comes to life, anyway. His hands continue to roam over my body gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
He finally gives up on the kiss, but his lips are not done. He trails them along my jaw, peppering soft kisses over my sensitive skin. Before I realize what I’m doing, I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck. I feel him grin against my flesh, and I almost groan in frustration.
“Carter, stop,” I tell him meekly while still holding on to his arms.
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers against my throat, before kissing me there too.
His hands travel across my body in a sensual way, making my core heat and my resolve crumble. Why does it have to feel so good when he touches me like this? Why am I so weak?
I try to remember all the terrible things he’s done to me, but his fingers sliding through my wet folds have my thoughts in disarray. He grinds his palm against my clit while sliding his middle finger into my waiting pussy.
I throw my head back with a gasp at the sudden intrusion. Carter cups my breast with his free hand, massaging it before taking my nipple between his fingertips. The slight pain mingles with the pleasure from my core, igniting something deep inside of me.
Carter keeps pressure on my clit while sliding his finger in and out of me at a leisurely pace.
“You’re so tight, even on my finger,” Carter murmurs before kissing my shoulder. Every time his lips touch my skin, a little of my resolve crumbles. The bastard knows it too.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I try to decide between giving in and shoving him away. He has nothing to hold over me now. If I let this happen, it’s because I want to and nothing else.
As if Carter can read my mind, he says, “Stop overthinking it and let me make you feel good.”
I straighten my head to look at him. The smug bastard has a smile on his face when he pulls his hand away from my pussy. He lifts his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Never breaking eye contact, he sucks his digits clean. Closing his eyes, he makes a mhhh sound like he just tasted something delicious.
I’m about to tell him to fuck off when he leans in for another kiss. This time my lips move against his on their own accord.
Oh, whatever. Fuck it.
I kiss him back. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in, his hard cock pressed against my lower belly. I snake my arms around his neck and press my chest to his. He smirks against my lips, and I almost roll my eyes.
We stay intertwined for a few minutes, holding each other while kissing under the showerhead. It feels nice; nothing is rushed or forced. It’s just two people connecting physically, enjoying each other’s bodies.
When Carter breaks the kiss, a disappointed huff falls from my lips. He presses his forehead to mine, our faces inches from each other. My eyes lower to his swollen lips and all I can think about are those lips on me, on my body… my pussy.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” Carter orders, still a little out of breath from the intense kiss.
I bite my lip and untangle my arms from his body before turning around and placing my palms against the shower wall. The anticipation of his touch sends a shiver down my spine. My heart picks up speed as Carter positions himself behind me.
His hands find my hips, as he holds on to me possessively. The tip of his smooth cock slides through my folds and rubs against my already sensitive clit. I arch my back a little to give him better access and Carter wastes no time accepting my offer.
He thrusts inside of me, filling me completely in one go. “Fuck,” we moan at the same time. His fingers dig into my hips almost painfully as he moves in and out of me, slowly at first.
Every time he pushes inside of me, I feel a little more stretched, his big cock spreading me open as he picks up speed. He holds onto me tightly as he starts to fuck me in earnest now, our skin slapping together and our moans echoing through the bathroom.
“Fuck, sorry.” Carter suddenly slows down, and his hands disappear from my hips. “I got carried away,” he explains. “That’s probably going to leave bruises.”
I look down at my hips, where red finger marks blossom on my skin. “I’m fine,” I assure him. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t gonna,” Carter replies in his cocky way. “I don’t think there is much keeping me from staying inside of you until I come.”
He leans in and places a soft kiss on my shoulder while thrusting deep inside of me. His hand comes around to cup my breast, his fingers skillfully play with my nipple while his other hand reaches around and between my legs.
I arch my back and widen my stance to give him better access. His fingertips find my aching clit, and I groan when he finally touches me there. My nerve endings go haywire when he rubs furiously against my swollen clit. Pleasure explodes in my core with an orgasm that sneaks up on me.
My walls clench together as I come apart, making Carter groan in pleasure behind me. He fucks me through my release, while keeping pressure against my clit until it becomes too sensitive, and I squeeze my legs shut.
“Too much,” I whine as I push Carter’s hand away from my pussy.
“Noted.” He chuckles as his hands find their way back to my hips. This time his touch remains light, which is a stark contrast to his hard cock, threatening to split me in two.
“You feel so good when you come. I can still feel you pulsing around my dick. It’s amazing.” He grunts while keeping up a steady pace. “I want you to come again.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I tell him honestly.
“Yes, you can,” he quips confidently. “I bet I can make you come again.”
“I’m already overstimulated.”
“I’ll stimulate in a different way then,” he says mysteriously. Only when his hand travels to my ass and his fingers slip between my cheeks do I understand what he plans on doing.
“No,” I state sternly when I feel his thumb on my asshole. I instinctively stiffen up; my whole body going rigged.
“Jesus. Relax.” Carter chuckles like this is a joke to him. Anger bubbles up inside me.
“I mean it, Carter.”
“I won’t push inside,” he promises. “Just massaging it while I fuck you. I think you’re going to like it.” His thumb remains on my back hole while he continues to thrust himself into my tight channel.
I have to admit, it doesn’t feel terrible. It feels taboo, but the physical sensation is nothing but erotic to me. Pleasure builds, and I wonder if I could really come again.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Carter grunts in between deep thrusts that have my toes curling. “I want to come inside of you so badly.”
“Don’t come inside of me! I’m not on birth control,” I warn.
“What if I want to take the chance?”
What the hell? I twist my head and look at him over my shoulder. He is smiling, but not in a joking way. It’s more like a challenge.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you right now, but do not come inside of me… please.” I add a genuine plea.
“All right, I won’t,” he says seriously, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I turn back to face the wall, and Carter goes back to fucking me in a satisfying rhythm. It only takes a few minutes before I can feel a second orgasm building.
My legs quiver, and my whole body is suddenly on fire. Carter somehow manages to go even deeper with his cock, hitting places inside of me that have my core tingle. His thumb continues to play with my asshole, and the more he stimulates me there, the better it feels.
Curiosity gets a hold of me, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he did push inside. Would it hurt? Or would it give me more pleasure? I don’t know, but I do know that I’m so turned on right now I almost find the courage to ask him.
Instead of speaking up, I find myself shifting, pressing backward just enough to meet his thrusts and maybe get him to accidentally slip in. The more I think about him forcing his thumb up my ass, the hornier I get. Something in the back of my mind tells me it’s wrong to want that, but at this moment, I’m too turned on to care.
I’m so close to coming, I can taste the orgasm. Pleasure builds deep in my core, and my knees feel like they’re about to give out. Carter’s movements become erratic, his thumb almost breaching the tight ring of muscles.
I squeeze my eyes shut and lock my knees, knowing that I’m about to come apart. And then it happens. All at once, my orgasm explodes at the same time Carter pushes his thumb in my ass.
A loud moan rips from my throat as my whole body convulses with my release. Waves and waves of pleasure wash over me while Carter fills both of my holes. I can feel myself pulse around him as I slowly come down from my euphoric experience, and I’m vaguely aware of Carter pulling his thumb from my ass.
He quickly pulls out, groaning as he spills his cum all over my ass cheeks.
I blink my eyes open, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. Carter loops his arm around my torso and lets me lean against him. He gently guides us under the spray and rinses the conditioner from my hair. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he supports most of my weight.
We stand in the shower like that for a little while longer. After a few minutes, my mind clears, and my body returns to a semi-normal state.
“You said you wouldn’t push in,” I accuse.
“You loved it, like I knew you would. Your body was begging me,” Carter answers without missing a beat. “Let me clean you up so we can get out of here.”
He reaches for the washcloth, and I straighten up to stand on my own. He pours some body wash onto the rag and gently rubs it over my butt and a little between my legs. After the rinse again, Carter steps out and wraps himself up in a towel, before bringing me a towel. He holds it open for me, and I step inside, letting him dry me off before he fastens it around my torso.
“I’ll be right back. Just getting some clean clothes from my room,” he announces before disappearing from the bathroom.
I blink my eyes, staring at the door and wondering if that really just happened.