Must Love Curves (Six Wicked Shorts) (6 page)

Eyeing the panties, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, finding my swollen clit and tugging at it. "Holding my mouth against it, rolling my tongue..."

My hips began to move, my throat convulsing with a tight moan.

Lipping the curve of my neck, Carter withdrew his hand to undo another button. "Suck you until you beg, baby, begging for my cock in you...and I'd still keep sucking you..."

Four buttons down, his hand slid into my blouse, his fingertips lightly running over the top of my breasts. The bra's hooks, all twelve of them, were up front but he didn't release them. Cupping the top of each breast in turn, he pushed the flesh up just enough that the nipples popped free.

He slid lower down the bed until his head was even with my breasts. Drawing the first nipple into his mouth, his hand returned to my underwear.

"Suck you until you come, until you're all wet and hot inside..."

I was there already, the muscle gating my cunt so tense it vibrated.

His fingers traced the panties' line of lace down, down...down until they were centered over my quivering hole, and then he dipped just one finger into my pussy. A cry escaped me, pure pleasure and as liquid as the warm juices spilling from me with each deep contraction of my pussy.

Using his lips, he undid the last button. Both hands came up to my collar and he pushed the blouse off my shoulders, peeled it down my arms and away from me to land soundlessly on the carpeted floor. He skinned me of the skirt and underwear just as smoothly before sliding over one of my legs. Pushing my thighs apart, Carter filled the space with his lower body.

He kissed my nipples, teased them with his lips and tongue. "Would you like me to do that, baby...to suck you until you come?"

A groan was my only answer, my pussy already flexing and rolling so violently I didn't think my climax would wait until he actually had his mouth on me.

I was wrong. There were so many levels of pleasure I hadn't yet discovered -- so many Carter was about to show me. Propped on his elbows between my legs, he cupped both hands over my mound. His thumb disappeared beneath his fingers to graze just the tips of my pubic hair, lifting and pushing them in small groups. The tickle had my pussy twisting in knots, feeling as full and tight as if he had his fist up inside me.

I exhaled a shaky breath, my ass and thighs starting to quiver. Gently pinching each outer lip, he separated them and stared down at the bright pink slash of my inner folds.

Closing his eyes, Carter nodded his head up and down the length of my pussy, his face never touching my flesh as he lightly breathed in and out. Pulling his head back, he extended his tongue as far as it would go. He touched me with it. No lips, just the tongue's tip as it traced a slow circle to ring my cunt.

He opened his eyes, his gaze smoldering as he met mine. "Baby, you're dancing."

Hell yes, I was dancing. My clit slid up and down in a steady rhythm as my pussy contracted, weeping its juices in anticipation of harder, more insistent contact. My ass and thighs flexed in their search for something to thrust my mound against.

"You're killing me," I whispered.

He skipped the tip of his tongue lightly around the hood of my clit and up its swollen spine. "You want me to start sucking?" he teased.

"Please, yes." I pressed my fists tight against my outer thighs, fighting the urge to grab the sides of his head and start riding his hot mouth. "I might pass out if you don't."

He chuckled, his lips brushing across my clit with a side-to-side sweep. "What makes you think you won't pass out when I do?"

A soft mewl left me and I raised my hips the tiniest fraction, finding sweet contact with his mouth at last. His lips formed a seal around my cunt as he started to use his whole mouth to work my clit. Lips massaged, teeth grazed and nipped and the tongue...

Sweet, sweet, fuck -- his tongue. Firm, hot and determined. Dipping into recesses, running circles around the glans, flicking up and up and...

A shudder ran through my body, my hips thrusting high, sinking and thrusting again as my stomach began to roll in soft waves, my muscles clenching and unclenching as I came. My hands found his head, wrapped around the sides and held him in place until the last contortion twisted through me and I collapsed back onto the mattress.

No rest for the wicked, Carter slid off the bed, grabbed my calves, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress. His fingers roamed the top of my thighs, landing on my thick, swollen lips and stretching the clit as his gaze penetrated my wet hole. His hands jumped to his hips, quickly pushing the sweats down to pool around his ankles. His cock jutted forward, hard and undeniably masculine, demanding that I yield to it.

Possessed of the need to wrap my hands around it and suck, I started to sit up. Carter took hold of my shoulders and forced me back down. His shaft slid against my pussy as he leaned in, our groans mingling at that first contact of our most intimate parts.

"Please tell me there's a condom somewhere in this house, love."

If he wanted me to think, he shouldn't have called me
love
. My brain immediately blanked.

"Baby, I'm going to come all over your sweet pussy in about three seconds if you don't stop torturing me."

Blushing, I stretched my arm up over my head, body twisting, and opened the drawer on the nightstand, hoping hard he didn't notice what else the drawer held. Seeing the big grin on his face as I handed him a condom, I shut my eyes and felt my cheeks flush hotter.

"Don't be embarrassed, Rachel." He ripped the wrapper open. The back of his hands brushed my thighs as he rolled the condom over his cock. "If that's my only rival for your affection, I'm a happy, happy man."

I opened my eyes and stared down at the fully erect cock preparing to penetrate me.

Happy and well hung. A dense forest of hair as black as that framing his face surrounded the base of the shaft, dropping to more sparsely cover heavy testicles a touch smaller than flesh covered tennis balls.

I watched mesmerized as he ran the swollen head up and down my inner lips, lubricating it with a heavy coating of my cream. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, his attention laser-focused on my quivering, gooey hot center. He sucked his lower lip in, his expression Zen-like as his eyes unfocused and he pushed in.

My body clutching at him, I whimpered.

So big.

My arousal heightened sharply. My cervix slow crawled higher, making room for Carter’s full length as he embedded himself balls deep inside me.

"Rachel, love..." His hands wrapped around my hips, the fingertips digging deep into my flesh as he held me in place. "So tight...hot. Baby..."

His head rolled back, his chin pointed at the ceiling as a full-bodied shudder moved through him. He withdrew in a slow slide, the hard fat head of his cock dragging roughly through me, tugging at the ring of muscle guarding my cunt before emerging with a moist pop.

His hands smoothed up my stomach to release the bra's front row of hooks. My breasts spilled free and he moaned. "So fucking beautiful, baby."

Wetting his lips, he stared at the point our bodies joined, re-entered me as slowly as he had left. I squeezed at him, my pussy knotting around his cock, the tension along my clit stacking higher and higher. His big hands wrapped around the back of my thighs, holding my legs apart and forcing my feet off the mattress.

The broad head pushed in and out like a closed hand moving through me, rotating with each swivel of his powerful hips. His tempo picked up, the strokes coming harder and faster.

His gaze raked my body, devouring the pale skin with its pink flush and shimmer of sweat. Beyond us, sunlight streamed through the open window, our lovemaking and naked flesh on display for any trespasser cutting through the yards. I didn't care, couldn't be concerned with the idea that anyone might see me, not when Carter was looking at me like that, his gaze all hot and hungry. I could sit in church just as naked and writhing as I was and feel no shame if his eyes were on me.

"Baby...baby...I..."

He was close, his stomach and ass corkscrewing tighter with each fresh thrust. His heavy balls slapped against me as he pounded deeper. The hard muscle of his lower stomach pressed and pushed at my mound, driving against my clit until I levitated off the mattress and thrashed against him, crying out.

Carter wrapped his arms around me. His chest pressed my breasts flat as his hips and cock ground desperately at my yielding flesh. He buried his face against my throat and I felt the soft brush of lashes and the warm leak of tears as he blinked and called my name. His cock jerked inside me, a hard sharp pull of pure muscle as he came. He drew a ragged breath in, his thrusts grinding to a halt that left me still quivering.

After several long seconds, Carter lifted off me, his hands moving in smoothing circles, massaging my shoulders and breasts as if he would never get enough of touching me. At length, he glanced over his shoulder at the open drapes. Looking back at me, he cocked a brow and a broad smile broke across his face.

He walked over to the drapes and closed them, discarding the condom in the waste basket on his way back to the bed. Grabbing the quilt, he coaxed me the rest of the way up the mattress before he draped the blanket and his body over me.

A scratching outside the bedroom broke our cuddle, Carter rising once more to open the door. An empty hall greeted us.

"Come back to bed," I said, already missing the warm press of his body. "He'll come racing along in a few seconds."

Carter crawled back under the blanket, wrapped his arms around me and cinched me close. A black ball of fur launched itself at the center of the bed a second later, overshooting and sliding across the quilt, nails out to slow its speed.

I laughed. "I hope you like cats."

"Baby..." He picked Pan up, his finger lightly stroking the underside of the kitten's chin to set its whole body vibrating. "This is my new best friend."

Slow Hand Curves

“I was already climaxing again when he flipped me onto my stomach.” Briana Custer blew at her coal black bangs as if her re-telling of last night’s encounter with an old flame had her ready to pop for the sixth time in the last twenty-four hours.

I squirmed in my seat, hoping Bree would run out of steam shortly or my sister-in-law Melinda would finally shut her up.

“And…” Melinda sucked on her strawberry milkshake, her free hand gesturing for Bree to continue. Eight-and-a-half months pregnant and just off an extended bed rest, Melinda had to settle for having a sex life vicariously through Bree.

Having already listened to thirty minutes of Bree recapping sex acts, some I’d never even heard of, I was down to my last nerve. Burying my face in my hands, I groaned.

Bree rolled her eyes at me. “What’s got your granny panties in a knot?”

Much to my horror, Melinda volunteered an answer. “Amber has never--”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She waved Melinda off. “I know that Rice Krispies here has only been snapped and crackled, but never popped. But her ears sure as hell aren’t virgin.”

“No, I mean, she has never…” Melinda stopped and let an imaginary quiver roll through her body. “Not even on her own.”

“Oh, Jesus!” I wrapped my hands around my head and shut my eyes. I would never again try to entertain a bedridden pregnant woman who had been house bound for a month with a discussion of lady problems.

“C’mon, quit yanking my chain.” Bree made a little come hither motion with her middle finger. “Are you saying not even after a little rub or two?”

I felt my cheeks go from pink to red. “Uhm…we’re in a public restaurant, ladies…please.”

My voice had turned into an annoying little whisper that they completely ignored. Melinda slurped the last of her shake and then authoritatively pointed its container at her best friend. “Crockers don’t masturbate -- at least the ones with ovaries don’t.”

If my mother had any say, the Crockers with testicles didn’t masturbate either. Heck, they shouldn’t even know what the word meant! Eleanor Crocker Rice was a past President of the Ladies Auxiliary for the First Baptist Church of Dallas, currently serving as an Ambassador-at-Large for the Southern Baptists of Texas and darn proud of it. She would have a stroke if anyone so much as suggested a member of her bloodline touched their naughty bits.

“You mean they lie about it.” Bree snorted and shoved a French fry between expertly painted red lips. “Of course she’s masturbated.”

Blushing, I remained silent.

“So, can’t rub one out on your own, huh?” Bree tilted her head to the side, her gray eyes glittering like ash-covered diamonds. “I could give you one.”

When Bree reached for my wrist, her gaze skipping to the restroom door, I started to hyperventilate.

“Lay off.” Melinda gave her friend a soft shoulder slug, but my relief lasted no more than five seconds before she offered an alternative. “What about that guy you were telling me about?”

Bree arched one manicured brow in confusion.

“At the wellness center,” Melinda prompted, her hand making an odd twist in the air for emphasis.