Chapter 15 – Carly
We sat on the blanket overlooking Laramie, and the view was spectacular, but I couldn’t see a thing. My eyes were closed, my lips locked with Brad’s, and this was so much better than a view of childhood memories.
We were supposed to be fighting, but God, he was hot. I tried to be angry with him. He was wrong, wasn’t he? But the way he’d grabbed me and kissed me made me forget my argument. It had been his plan, I was sure of it, but I didn’t have what it took to push him away and keep fighting.
I didn’t want to keep fighting. I wanted to fuck. The atmosphere was loaded with sexual tension, and I wanted to get rid of it. I needed a release. I needed to get rid of the tension that had been pending for years and years. I needed to get rid of all the anger that I had been harboring for Brad and all the blame that I had been putting on him.
And having sex with him now, fucking each other senseless, was the way to do it. I didn’t know how else to do it. All I knew was that whatever we were feeling now was unstoppable, and if there wasn’t a reason to stop it, then we could keep going.
I couldn’t remember what we were fighting about, anyway.
Brad’s tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sighed into his mouth, melting against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he put his arms around me, pulling me against his body. I was suddenly hot, my hoodie too much. My clothes irritated my skin.
I needed him to pull my clothes from my body, to take me. Right here, right now. I had no idea where it was coming from. This wasn’t how I was, but Brad’s dominance had me panting, and I wanted him. God, I wanted him.
I didn’t wait for him to make the first move. I pulled his shirt over his head. He fumbled to get my hoodie off, my shirt sitting askew when he managed to get me out of it. He pulled my shirt off, and I was only in my bra. The air was chilly on my skin, but I didn’t care. I was blazing hot.
Brad and I lay back on the blanket, our naked upper bodies pressed against each other, tugging and groping at each other. We had passed the point of no return, and I didn’t care. There wasn’t even a voice of reason screaming at me in the back of my mind. This was it. This was all.
Brad ground his body against mine, his hard cock rubbing against my crotch, and I breathed hard through our kissing. His hand was in my hair, and he closed his fist, tugging my head back roughly so that I was just this side of pain. His mouth moved to my neck, and he nibbled and kissed my jaw to my collarbone and back. My hands were on his naked back, my nails digging into his skin, kneading him like a cat.
I managed to unbutton and unzip Brad’s jeans and worked them down his body as we rubbed up against each other. He did the same for me, and bit by bit, we undressed each other. We were relatively sheltered by the two cars on either side, but we were still out in the open. I was too taken by lust to worry too much about it.
“Hell yeah,” Brad whispered into my ear. “I love seeing your hot body.”
When we were in our underwear, Brad unclasped my bra, and I was almost completely naked. He took a nipple into his mouth, hands kneading both my breasts, and I gasped and moaned, dizzy with desire. He sucked harder, making my nipples tingle, and I gasped. I had my hands in his short hair, closing my fingers lightly on his scalp. He used his teeth, nibbling nipple, tugging on it with his teeth until I cried out. It was pure pleasure, and it drove me wild.
I rubbed his cock through the material of his boxers. He was hard and firm, the material wet with his arousal, and I wanted him inside me. I thought about sucking him off, taking him in my mouth and giving him the time of his life, but we were too urgent, too eager for each other to take it that slowly.
The thought had barely formed in my mind when Brad abandoned my breasts and pulled my panties off, getting rid of them. I wondered briefly if we would be able to find them again, but the thought disappeared when Brad cupped my pussy and his fingers slid into my wet slit.
“You’re so wet,” he said, and his words were like fire on my skin.
I shivered when his fingers slipped over my clit, moving in circles, working me up into a frenzy. He pushed his fingers into me, and I whimpered as he finger-fucked me.
With his other hand, he played with my clit until I was putty in his hands, whimpering and moaning as he made me cum. He looked down at my pussy, spread open and dripping wet for him, while he said, “I love how much I make you cum.”
He removed his hand, pushed me down, and positioned himself between my legs. The dominance he was displaying made me shiver, in a good way. He hurried to put the condom on. I was wet enough to be able to skip the foreplay. Brad pushed into me, sliding in with ease, and I gasped as he pushed in all the way to the hilt. I shuddered around him and wrapped my legs around his body.
Brad didn’t wait for an invitation. He started fucking me hard and fast, pushing in and out with a speed that left me breathless. My breathing was only encouraged by his chest on mine and his thrusting pushing air in and out of my body.
“Get on top of me,” Brad breathed, and before I knew it, he spun me around so that I was on top of him, his cock still inside of me.
We barely broke our rhythm. I started riding him, bucking my hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my body faster and faster. The first orgasm came crashing down on me, rocking my body and tightening my core so much that Brad gasped. I paused only a second before I carried on rocking my hips, but now I was more sensitive, and it was another sensation altogether.
Brad wrapped his arms around my hips and held me in place, my chest on his, my mouth by his ear so that he heard my moaning and breathing. He hammered into me from beneath, fucking me hard, holding me in place as he used my body.
I loved it.
I didn’t know how much time passed. I was lost in the feeling of him pounding in and out of my body, making me numb in all the right places.
Another orgasm shattered through me, and I collapsed on Brad’s chest, unable to keep myself up any longer. Brad rolled us over again, and he was on top, my legs wide open and him between them, pushing into me again. He resumed the pace once again.
There was no room for soft and gentle, not tonight. We had done that before, and there would be a time for that again, but tonight was about consuming each other until all the tension was gone and there was nothing left but the two of us, raw and vulnerable and free.
I orgasmed again. This time, I was starting to become numb and tired. I couldn’t keep up the pace. Brad was still going strong, though. He was pumping in and out of me, and even though I was spent, the sexual bliss that came with his thrusting was still amazing.
I moaned and gasped and let him have his way with me. His chest was on my breasts, our skins slick with sweat, our breathing hard and cumbersome. I held onto his shoulders as he thrust into me, and I moaned and panted and cried out.
Brad started pumping into me harder and faster. I hadn’t known it was possible, but he thrust into me even faster, kicking into a new gear that I hadn’t known he had. This whole time, it had been for me. Now, it was for him.
He pushed harder into me, hammering into me. A moment later, he pushed himself into me as deep as he could, and he came with a groan. I felt him jerking and spasming deep inside me, and I shuddered.
The orgasm finally died down, and we lay in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard. He was getting soft, and he slipped out of me, still on top of me, his head on my shoulder while he removed the condom.
“Hey,” I whispered, putting my hand on his cheeks. “We have to get dressed.”
I was getting painfully aware of our nakedness, of how exposed we were out here in nature, butt naked and having sex.
“Yeah,” Brad agreed, reluctantly.
He rolled off me, and I sat up. A flash went off, and I was blinded for a moment.
“What the fuck?” Brad shouted, and he jumped up. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my body as another flash went off.
“You piece of shit!” Brad shouted and ran toward the flashing camera.
A man stood at the start of the dirt road with a camera around his neck, snapping photos as Brad ran stark naked toward him, his hand swinging in the air.
The cameraman turned around and ran away. I heard a motorbike engine start and pull off, and Brad screaming and shouting profanities. I sat on the blanket, frozen for a second. It had been a camera.
He’d had a camera, and he’d taken photos of us. Naked. On top of each other. It didn’t matter that the blanket was around me now. It hadn’t been, then.
I had been seen naked with Brad, and they had photos.
Brad came back. He didn’t seem to care at all that he was naked. I snapped back to reality and scrambled for my clothes. I got dressed as quickly as I could.
“He got away,” Brad said. He seemed upset about it. I was, too.
“I have to go,” I said.
“Carly, don’t run away,” he said, grabbing my wrist when I tried to run to my car. “Please, we have to talk about this.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it. There’s nothing to say. This was a terrible mistake. I shouldn’t have come here.”
“The cameraman was out of line completely, but you can’t tell me this was a mistake.”
I shook my head. I felt like crying. I had no control over this, and it scared the hell out of me. A fight had turned into passion, and now, it had turned into a nightmare. I had to get out of here and into my own room, hiding away from the world that had now seen a side of me that I hadn’t even known existed until tonight.
“Let me go, Brad,” I said.
“Not until we talk.”
I yanked my hand back with a shout. “I said let me go!”
I stormed to my car and got into it, throwing it into reverse. Brad jumped out of the way. He knew I wouldn’t look out for him. When I made up my mind about something, I could be really set in my ways.
I raced to the dirt road that led down the hill. I hurried as fast as I could, and left Brad alone in the dark on the hill that had once been our spot.
It was all ruined now, of course. It wasn’t our spot anymore. It was a place of nightmares. Everything had gone wrong there tonight, and I didn’t want to go back. Ever. Again.