Chapter 10 – Brad
The hotel room wasn’t the best, but it was the best I could find with such a short notice. With all my money, I would have given Carly the best of the best if I could help it. But the room would do. All I wanted was to be with her, and now that we were here in the room together, I had gotten my wish.
I was so fucking glad she’d said yes. Now I just had to make her keep saying it.
“Will you stay the night with me?” I asked as soon as we walked through the doors.
“I thought that was why I’m here,” she said.
I smiled. “I didn’t want to assume.”
The smile she gave me was like the sunrise, slow to spread, but it lit up my world. She stepped closer to me, and she was the one that kissed me, putting her arms around my neck and pulling herself against me.
It had been years since I’d been this close to her, but I could still remember every inch of her body, and the feel of her now was like coming home. I kissed her back, cupping her delicate face in my hands and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She tasted like cider and arousal, and I felt the same. I didn’t care that this was probably bred from drinking together, that she might have said no if we’d both been sober. All that mattered right now was that I had Carly in my arms again. It was surreal, but it was a dream I wasn’t in a hurry to wake up from.
I walked Carly to the bed, stumbling as we went along, but managing to keep my footing nevertheless. My hands went from her cheeks to her neck to her waist, and then my palms were on her bare skin. Everything about her was delicate and beautiful. She was petite, but she had curves in all the right places, and it was safe to say that she was more than a handful.
I pushed my hand beneath her blouse, sliding up to her breasts, and she arched her back, pressing herself into my palm. I cupped her breast and felt her nipple erect and hard under my fingertips. I pulled the cup of her bra down to get to her naked skin and rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
My lips were still locked on hers, and she made small moaning sounds into my mouth.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” I told her, not even afraid to confess it. I owed her that much, after having gone so long without trying harder.
“Me too,” she admitted, which made me smile.
The last time Carly and I had done this, I hadn’t known what I was doing. I had given her my all, but I had been a fumbling fool that didn’t know how to handle a woman’s body. If anything, I was more focused on inspecting and ogling.
Now, I was prepared to handle her like a real man should. Despite perhaps leading my friends to think otherwise, I hadn’t been with anyone else since Carly. She was the only woman I could think about. But I had been thinking about enough— while pleasuring myself— that I was confident in my ability to please her now.
Carly seemed confident, too. But she had always been comfortable in her own skin, aware that she was beautiful without being vain.
Now, she gasped and moaned into my mouth, and her sounds were such a turn on. I was rock hard in my pants, my cock straining against the material. I wanted her more than I could remember ever wanting anyone. It wasn’t just because of the alcohol, either. Carly and I hadn’t seen each other in years. I had dreamed of her curves, her touch, for nights on end, and I was finally able to touch her again.
Carly reached for my shirt and started unbuttoning it. She took her time, running her fingers down my chest, undoing one button at a time. Every time a button popped open, her fingers fluttered across the bare skin on my chest, and I wanted more of her touch. When she was about halfway down my body, I let go of her and pulled the shirt over my head. I was impatient. I wanted to get naked and get inside of her.
“You’re still so hot,” I told her. “Even hotter than I remember. I missed your curvy body and those big boobs.”
She chuckled when I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. But the way I had been fucking aching for her all this time was no laughing matter. I was so glad I was finally getting to be with her again.
I reached for her shirt and did the same, getting rid of it. Her breasts were fantastic. She wore a black lace bra that made me feel like she’d had romantic intentions for our date. I didn’t think about the bra much longer before I got rid of it, too.
“There they are,” I told her. “Perfect.”
When her bra was on the floor, I pushed her onto the bed and climbed onto her, taking her nipple into my mouth. She gasped as I squeezed one breast with my hand and sucked and nibbled on her nipple, licking it in circles, working it over in my mouth for what felt like hours. I moved to the other breast and did it all again, working her over like she was a candy that I wanted to keep in my mouth, that I couldn’t get enough of.
I moved down her body, planting kisses on her abdomen as I reached her jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped them before sliding them over her hips. Her thong was black lace, too, matching her bra. I kissed her pussy through the material, and she whimpered.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said.
I could smell her scent, just like I remembered, and it was driving me wild. My cock throbbed in my pants, eager for release. But I was going to do this the right way and give her all my attention first.
Slowly, I worked her panties over her hips, peeling them off her long, slender legs. I closed my mouth over her pussy, my tongue sliding into her slit, and I flicked it over her clit. She squirmed, and I held onto her hips to keep her in place as I licked her and sucked on her, making her cry out. She tasted sweet, delicious. I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could and tongue-fucked her for a while before I focused on her clit again. I alternated between the two, building her up.
Carly exploded into her first orgasm, pushing her hips forward so that she pushed herself against my mouth as she came. I held onto her, felt her writhe and buck as her body pulsated and undulated against my lips.
“Brad,” she breathed, and I wanted more. I wanted it all.
I got up from the bed and undid my own pants, getting rid of them as fast as I could. I needed to be inside of her. When I was naked, I hurried to put on a condom. Then I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself between her open legs, my hard cock standing at attention.
She was glistening wet with her juices and my saliva. I positioned myself at her entrance and looked up at her. Her eyes were on me, hooded after her orgasm, and her lips were slightly parted. I pushed into her, and a moan escaped those lips.
I slid in all the way to the hilt, and her body gripped me, the walls clamping down around me. I pulled back again, pausing a moment before I pushed myself deep into Carly’s body.
She cried out as I picked up my pace, thrusting myself into her faster and faster. My cock slid in and out of her pussy. She was tight and delicious, everything I remembered and everything new, all at the same time. Her legs closed around my thighs and ass as if she wanted to pull me in even deeper, and her hands gripped my shoulders. I fucked her harder and harder, giving her what she wanted, and she moaned and cried out, breathing hard in my ear.
She orgasmed again, her body clamping down on mine, and I slowed down while she did. When the orgasm was over, I pulled out of her. She blinked up at me.
“Turn over,” I said to her.
Carly nodded in agreement and rolled onto her stomach before pushing up, coming up with her ass first. I swear she was trying to tease me and drive me crazy. She wiggled her ass at me, and I put my hands on her ass cheeks, caressing her. The skin was as soft as the skin of a rose, and I found her entrance again before pushing into her from behind.
She cried out when I started pounding into her right away. The sound of our sex filled the room, slapping and thrusting and moaning, and I watched her ass as it jiggled back and forth with every thrust.
I reached forward and around her body with one hand and cupped her breast. Her tits swung back and forth as I fucked her, and I took the nipple between two fingers so that the momentum tugged it for me.
Carly orgasmed again, and I was proud of myself. This hotel room with no strings attached, the alcohol, and the years we hadn’t seen each other gave us the reckless abandon with which we fucked, and the sex was better than anything I’d ever had before.
Of course, that was because it was Carly, more than anything else.
I was ready to orgasm, and I started pounding into her even harder and faster than before. She screamed my name—the hottest shit on earth—as I pounded into her. I was aware of the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the heavy breathing and cries that emanated from both our lips.
It tipped me over the edge, and I said, “I’m going to cum now.”
“Cum for me,” she agreed, and then added, “I’m cumming again too.”
She shivered, and we came together, just as I’d always imagined it would be if I were ever given another chance.
The orgasm seemed to last forever for both of us, and I continued to pump as it did. Finally, it slowed down, stopped, and I started to soften. I slipped out of Carly, and she collapsed on the bed. I laid down next to her, out of breath and satisfied.
“You’re something else, princess,” I said.
She turned to me.
“Don’t call me that,” she said, but her lips were curled into a smile, and I knew it was exactly what she wanted me to call her.
I lifted my hand and stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” I said softly.
“Me too,” she answered, her eyes already closed.
I nudged her gently so that she would shift, and I managed to get the blankets out from underneath us so that we were covered and in bed. I pulled Carly against me and closed my eyes. I fell asleep to the throbbing of her body still on my cock and the sound of her breathing in my ears.
When I woke up the next morning, the light was bright through curtains we hadn’t closed. I would have had a headache, but we had fucked the alcohol right out of my system. What a bonus. When I turned my head, the bed next to me was empty, the covers peeled back and cold. Carly had left.
I noticed a note on the pillow and picked it up.
Sorry, I had to run. I have an appointment with my mom I can’t miss. Call me.
Her number was at the bottom of the note. It was written on hotel stationary, and I recognized her loopy handwriting. She still dotted her I’s with hearts, just like when we were in school. I smiled. Last night had been spectacular with her. Not just the sex, which had been mind-blowing, but being with her again. It had been as though we hadn’t spent six years apart.
Of course, I couldn’t assume that it would always be like this between us. We had been apart for a long time, and we’d ended badly. I didn’t expect that to just disappear. But we’d had a good night together, and she’d left me her number.
Call me, she’d said. Well, I would do just that.