Chapter 9 - Veronica
Once we were recovered, we got dressed and wandered to the kitchen. Carter pulled out a couple beers from the fridge. He handed me one and I thanked him with a nod.
“I heard you stopped drinking,” I said, taking a sip of the drink. It was cold and incredibly refreshing after the marathon sex session we’d just had.
“I did, mostly,” Carter said, staring at the brown bottle. “I don’t party anymore. I usually stop at two drinks.”
“That’s very responsible of you.”
He chuckled. “For once.”
“Why’d you stop?”
Carter looked out the window towards the wide expanse of the lawn, pool, and gardens. He sighed, and I worried that I’d asked something I shouldn’t have. After a few moments, he turned back to me and shrugged.
“I grew up, I guess.”
I nodded. “Sorry about your divorce.” I didn’t know why I said it, but it seemed appropriate. I’d read the papers, I knew what was going on. It was even in Morgan’s file about the band as a possible PR issue.
“It’s okay,” he said. He looked at me again, and his gaze pierced through me. He grinned. “It never seems fair that people know everything about my life but I know nothing about theirs.”
“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “That sucks.”
I loved his smile. He had little dimples on his cheeks that appeared when he smiled, and his whole face lit up. He rubbed his head with his hand, raising an eyebrow at me.
“That wasn’t the response I was looking for,” he grinned.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, then,” I laughed. “What do you want to know? I’m an open book.”
“Well,” he started, putting his beer down on the counter and stepping towards me. His hand slid over my hip and a delicious warmth spread from his palm to my skin. “How do you feel about skinny dipping?”
I laughed. “I was expecting you to ask me how many brothers and sisters I had, or if I’d ever been divorced.”
Carter grinned, bringing his lips to mine. He kissed me gently, sliding his hand around my ass and pulling me close.
“Skinny dipping seems more important right now,” he finally replied as he rested his forehead against mine.
“Well, if you must know, I feel pretty good about skinny dipping.”
“Yeah?”
“I’d say it’s one of my top five favorite water-based activities.”
He laughed, nodding to the double French doors on the other side of the kitchen. “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t,” I replied almost automatically. His eyes stayed on mine for a moment, and then he smiled. My heart thumped and I grabbed my things and followed him outside. I watched as he pulled his shirt off overhead, his muscles rippling and rolling under his inked skin. Something inside me stirred, and I watched as he pulled his pants and underwear off, draping them over a pool chair. When he caught me staring, I blushed.
I fumbled with my bag, checking my phone.
“Still no word from Lacie,” I said. I grinned, glancing at Carter. “What do you think they’re up to?”
“Probably something similar to what we’re doing,” he said as he stepped towards me and slipped my dress off overhead. I stood still as he unclasped my bra, kissing my shoulder and caressing my nippled before trailing his fingers down my sides. He crouched down as he pulled my panties down to my feet. I stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. His fingers ran back up my legs and I put my hands on his shoulders as he gently kissed my mound.
“You have the most beautiful pussy,” he growled. “Did you know that?”
His tongue dipped into my slit and I whimpered, leaning against him and spreading my legs a bit wider. He groaned, sinking his fingers into my thighs and running his tongue up and down my slit.
When he twirled it around my clit, I moaned.
“Carter,” I gasped. “They… they could be back at any minute.”
“Then you’d better be quick and come on my fucking tongue,” he said, grabbing a leg and hooking it onto his shoulder. He knelt in front of me as I leaned against him, his mouth devouring my pussy. He slid his tongue up and down my slit, rolling it over my clit and sucking it gently before moving towards my opening. When he slid his tongue inside me and started fucking me with it, I gasped.
He groaned into me, and I could see his cock getting harder as it throbbed against his stomach. I glanced back through the windows and then closed my eyes.
At that moment, I didn’t care if Lacie and Maddox walked in. I was completely naked, with Carter’s tongue working magic between my legs, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the absolute pleasure that was flooding my veins as he ate me out.
He moaned, and I knew he was enjoying it. The thought of him liking the taste of me made my heart beat harder. Carter wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me into his face as I tangled my fingers into his hair. I ground my hips towards him and he moaned again.
Then, he moved his mouth over my clit and slipped a finger inside me, and I was gone.
Another tidal wave of pleasure crashed into me and I screamed. I held onto his shoulders, leaning into him as I tried to balance on one trembling leg. Carter held me against him, holding me up in his strong arms as his mouth continued to deliver wave after wave of pleasure to me.
“That’s it,” he said as the orgasm crashed into me. “Come on this fucking tongue like a dirty girl.” He pulled my hips towards him and devoured me until I was shaking so hard he had to pick me up. He carried me towards the pool, using the shallow steps to walk in.
I hooked my arms around his neck, leaning my head against his chest. When the cool water hit my skin, I gasped.
After a mind-melting orgasm, being carried into a cool pool of water was shocking and refreshing at the same time. My hold on his neck tightened, and he held me close. When we were both up to our necks, I moved underwater to wrap my legs around his waist.
Carter kissed me, and my heart exploded.
This was more than sex. I’d come to his house thinking—I don’t even know what I was thinking. I thought maybe we’d hook up, or we’d just talk. I’d be hanging out with a rock star.
But this was different. It was intimate. He was strong, and tough, but gentle. Was this how he was with every other girl?
As if he read my mind, his arms squeezed me tighter. He looked me in the eye, as the moonlight shone down on him and gave his skin a silvery glow.
“Where did you come from?” He breathed. “I haven’t…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, but this feels different.”
“It does?” I squeaked, my heart thumping.
“Yeah,” he growled, pulling me tight. “And now, you’re mine, you hear me? I’m not going to let you go.”
“What, you’re claiming me?” I grinned, trying to still my beating heart.
A growl rumbled in his chest, and he brushed his lips against mine. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.