He leans down and presses his lips against mine, my mouth instantly opening up for his tongue to take me hostage. During the years, Quaid has never been shy about kissing me. He does it often and at every opportunity he can find. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss. When he pulls away, my eyes are at half-mast while his are hooded with lust and love.
“You’re the only girl I have ever kissed. The only one I will ever want to kiss,” he confesses with such earnestness, it brings a grin to my face. “Don’t ever forget that, Princess. Okay?”
“Okay,” I sigh, going on my tiptoes to get one more parting kiss before he leaves me.
I just hope one day he doesn’t leave for good.
I flip the page on my book, the words unable to capture my attention tonight. My head is still on Quaid and Logan going to Tracy’s party. I believe Quaid when he told me I was the only girl he’d ever want. But I’m not so sure Logan feels the same about me. And that thought has me spiraling. I get up off my bed when a light switches on in the house next to mine.
Carter is in his usual black gear, his hair messy from his bike helmet. While Logan and Quaid spend their Saturday nights at a high school party, Carter prefers to ride his bike through town with his trusty camera in his hand.
He’s a recluse just like me. But while kids think I’m weird for keeping to myself, his aloofness makes him look mysterious. I’m not foolish enough to believe that Carter hasn’t been with other girls. They all fawn over him, and I’ve heard enough rumors to know he takes what he wants when he wants it. I just have never been at the receiving end of his desire.
That’s not true.
I was the one who put the brakes on us, and he’s never initiated anything again. And I know why. He wants me to make the first move. He wants me to come to him.
Before I have time to pretend I’m not looking inside his room, he catches me red handed. His dark smirk comes into play, and if only he knew how I melt into a puddle whenever he stares at me this way.
He picks up his phone, and I do the same.
When I answer the call, he doesn’t say anything, only breathes into the line, and it does something to me.
“Want me to come over?” he says at last.
“And do what?” I smile.
“I don’t know. Take your mind out of whatever is troubling you?”
Even from this distance, he can still see right through me.
“And how would you do that?”
“I can think of a lot of ways,” he says, sitting on the windowsill, his penetrating gaze never leaving mine.
I sit on my windowsill in front of him while trying hard to keep a breathy laugh at bay.
“Enlighten me,” I tease.
“Valentina, don’t tempt me.”
“I’m not.”
His laugh is rugged and manly, and my core clenches at the sound. He looks down at the first floor of the house, his lips thinning into a scowl.
“Your dad is still awake.”
In other words, he won’t come over. He respects my father too much to sneak into my room. Since their relationship has always been a bit turbulent, Carter does his best not to poke the beast that is my overprotective father. I know Dad cares for him as much as he does Logan and Quaid, but with Carter, he senses a danger in him—one that would rather ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.
“No matter,” Carter adds with a smug grin on his face. “I can still take whatever it is that you’re overthinking about out of your head.”
“Can you now?”
“Yes. But you have to follow my rules. Can you do that?”
Intrigued, I nod.
“Go grab your chair and pull it up to the window.”
“Huh?”
“No questions. Just go get it.”
Confused, I do as he says and walk over to my desk to bring my chair closer to the window.
“Now sit.”
I almost roll my eyes, but when I catch a glimpse of him, I see he’s seated in a chair as well. I only have a view of his upper chest and face.
“Put me on speaker and place the phone on the sill,” he orders.
“Dad might hear,” I counter, afraid my father might come upstairs and think Carter has somehow managed to sneak into my room.
“Put in your earphones then if you’re afraid,” he goads, and I flip him off before putting the phone on the windowsill in front of me.
He lets out a chuckle, and it warms my insides. Carter hardly ever laughs, but when he does, it feels as if I’m witnessing dark clouds part after a storm to reveal nothing but blue skies.
“Close your eyes, Valentina,” he whispers low enough that only I’ll be able to hear his voice.
Hesitantly and reluctantly, I close my eyes as he orders. Not because I don’t trust him, but because I would rather be prisoned in his stare than be left bereft by its absence. I shift in my seat as he breathes into the phone.
In and out.
In and out.
The sound becomes a lover’s song, relaxing all my limbs blissfully, while the thumping of my heart becomes almost as loud as his gentle breathing.
“Run your hands over your bare thighs, Valentina,” he commands.
I do as he says, now thankful my eyes are closed.
“Gently,” he hushes, his tone so gravel and thick that I feel it kissing my skin.
“Open your legs.”
I swallow dryly as I follow his command.
“Touch yourself over your panties.”
My drumming heart skips a beat, as I hear him shuffling in his seat.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathless.
“What you should be doing. I gave you an order, Valentina. Are you going to be a good girl and call it a night, or are you going to do what I say?”
I run the pad of my thumb over the front of my panties and hiss at the wonderful friction it creates. A red heated flush rises from my toes all the way to the top of my head, but I don’t stop.
“Push your panties to one side, baby. I want your fingers coated with how I make you feel, even without so much as touching you.”
I swallow as I do as he says, finding my core wet and needy just as he predicted. I play with my folds, up and down, until I press on my sensitive clit, toying with it lightly at first, until the maddening rhythm is no longer enough.
“Imagine it’s my tongue running up and down your folds. My teeth grazing on your clit, making your pussy beg for me,” he grunts.
My lips part at the image he planted in my head, while my legs widen of their own accord, just so the cool air tickles my open core.
“Just like that,” he moans.
“What are you imagining?” I venture, my breathy voice revealing just how turned on I am.
“You on your knees in front of me, sucking me dry.”
“Oh God,” I mewl not ready for that answer.
It does something to me, thinking Carter is getting off with images of his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck!” he groans. “I want to fucking come in that pretty little mouth of yours so bad, baby. But first I need you to come on mine. Ride my face, Valentina. Come for me, baby.”
His words brand themselves into my feverish skin. He’s so far away, and yet, he’s right in this room with me. Loving me and making me mad with desire.
“You taste so fucking good,” he continues to provoke. “I can taste you from here. Strawberries and cream. It’s intoxicating.”