Chapter 11
Billie
Carter takes a bite of the simple chocolate chip cookie and moans around it. “Fuck, honey. Is there anything you can’t cook? Christ, this is delicious. If acting doesn’t work out for you, you might want to be a chef.”
After we had our fried chicken cook-off, that I proudly won, he brought us back to my place where we’re nibbling on cookies. Well, I’m nibbling. He’s devouring. “Not really, just a few recipes. I can manage my way around a kitchen pretty good, just don’t ask me to make anything with tofu or seaweed.”
He laughs and then shoves the rest of it in his mouth before he carries the plate to the sink. “Wanna watch a movie? I don’t care as long as it doesn’t have Hunter Dean in it.”
Carter sits next to me but doesn’t touch me. He seems more reserved than normal, and I hate it. I want to show him I’m not weak. That some assholes can’t control anything I do. I lived too long like that, and no matter how embarrassing it was, I won’t let it ruin what I have with Carter.
I know he’s holding back because he thinks I’m affected by what happened at the audition. But I’m not. I feel weird about it, but whatever. It’s done. It was just like being in a swimsuit.
I practically dive into Carter’s lap and attack his belt.
“Whoa.” He grabs my hands, but I fight them out of his hold. “Honey, stop.”
Ignoring him, I get the button undone and reach inside to pull out his cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Something that makes me happy.” I bend down and lick the crown of his beautiful dick, definitely fit for a king. “Something that makes me feel good.” Then I crawl to the floor and yank his jeans down. “Something that reminds me I’m not alone anymore, right?”
His fingers trace my jaw. “Yeah.”
At his answer, I suck him into my mouth as far as I can, and he tosses his head back on the couch.
Something comes over me… a desire that I’ve never felt before, a need to please. I want him to want me. I want him to need me as much as I’ve come to need him. I want him to never let me go.
My cheeks hollow, and I fist where my mouth can’t reach. He groans above me, and I work even harder. Spit dribbles out of the corner of my mouth, and I suck him hard. His hips shoot up, and he grabs my hair. “Fuck, honey. That mouth…”
Knowing he’s close, I slow down and use my hand while I reach for my panties. Beneath my dress, I find them and pull them down my legs as I stand, then I turn around and flip my skirt up, looking over my shoulder to find hot eyes staring back at me.
“You’re gonna make me come just looking at me like that. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
Reaching behind me, I position him at my entrance and push back, impaling myself on him. “Oh, Christ.” He reaches for my hips, but I shake my head.
“No touching.”
He smirks and places his hands behind his head. “Then get to work, honey. You need to move. Fuck me with that tight pussy and make me come.”
Balancing myself on slightly bended knees, I bounce up and down slowly. Only the first few inches of him are inside me while I make him harder by the second. My core spasms, knowing I’m the one making him that way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re goddamned perfect, Billie. So tight, so wet. Don’t stop, baby.”
“I won’t,” I promise as I bounce faster, my thighs burning but the desire for him, to make him insane with the need for me, much hotter. “I’ll never stop.”
“Fuck, you should see yourself right now. Taking me inside and stretching you out… Shit, you’re makin’ me come already.”
His filthy words spur me on, and when I feel him coat my walls, I fall over the edge with him, more satisfied that I brought him pleasure than anything. Another thing I’ve never wanted to do in my life.
He pulls me back onto his lap, as I ride out the last waves, and turns my head so he can kiss me, leisurely licking my tongue as we both come down together. With him, though, I never make it to the bottom because I always feel like I’m floating.
Carter
She’s decimating me. Limb from limb, heart and soul, she is tearing me apart in every way humanly possible. She’s breaking down my walls, but a primal urge to protect her has me putting them back up. Only this time, they’re shielding us both.
It has nothing to do with the way she just fucked me like a porn star and everything to do with how my chest felt like it was going to explode. How nothing has ever felt better than just having her in my arms.
It’s like I want to throw her over my shoulder and lock her away so I can have her all to myself.
“Are you okay?” I whisper against her lips.
“Never better.”
“You do realize that I just handed you my balls, right?”
She smiles and stands, my softening cock sliding out of her and making us both groan. The best thing she ever did was get on birth control last week. I couldn’t stand something between us and had to fight to pay for her pills but eventually won. She bends over to pull her panties back up, and my cum drips out of her and slides down her thigh. “Don’t move,” I command.
She freezes and looks over her shoulder.
“I swear to you, right now, you bent over, pussy on full display, my cum dripping down your leg… honey, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. I want to memorize it. Want the way you’re looking at me like you’ve just tasted heaven to be burned into my brain.”
She rubs her thighs together.
“I want to remember this exact moment, and I want you to do the same because it’s when I tell you that I’m falling in love with you. I have never… in my life, felt like this. Ever.” I felt guilty for how strong things were with Billie and me at first, but there just isn’t any denying our connection. It doesn’t take away the love that I had for Zoe, but what I feel for Billie is so different. Deeper. It’s just… more. “And I’m never letting you go.”
Her face scrunches up, and I pull her to me where she buries her head against my chest and sobs. Something tells me I’m not the only one who’s feeling more than they ever have before.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? It’s a miracle someone hasn’t already claimed you. Married you. Locked you away so nobody else could see how utterly breathtaking you are.”
“Carter, what—”
Placing my finger over her mouth, I shake my head. “You are the only woman in years, and I mean years, who’s had any part of me. And no matter how fast this is, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it’s right.
“I’m going to enjoy the rest of the day with you, and then tonight, I’m gonna lay you out on my bed and kiss every single inch of your skin. After that, I’m going to take a long time loving on you until you’re so worn out you won’t be able to think of anything but me.”