Tequila Sunrises over Georgia (a novella) (6 page)

He looks at me with a smirk on his lips and
repeats the nickname. “Juicy!”

“Sorry, it must’ve slipped out. I call you
juicy because you are always eating that chewy candy and their
tagline is ‘incredibly juicy’ so I’ve been calling you that in my
head the last few days.”

“Seriously?...”

He shrugs his shoulders, and faces me as he
opens the door to his home, gesturing for me to go in before I can
say anything else.

This time, I cannot move.

His home… it’s beautiful.

Slowly, I walk in to a fusion of different
shades of gray, white, and charcoal with a very modern style. The
dark plank wooden floors provide a great contrast. The open design
makes it airy and comfortable. There are two gray leather couches
forming an “L” and opposite those are a couple of comfy leather
chairs and ottomans, matching the couch color, all adorned with
white, burnt orange and patterned gray throw pillows.

The back wall is made of glass doors and
windows from floor to ceiling, and they provide a view to the
beautifully landscaped backyard, complete with a huge pool and a
rocky cascade surrounded by tropical palm trees.

Wow.

To the left of the living area is the
kitchen, full of stainless steel appliances, more dark wood
cabinets and granite countertops. The breakfast bar is lined with
modern stools, charcoal in color. There’s a small eating area with
a round glass table and four dark leather chairs. The table is set
for two and has a medium size flower arrangement made of daisies
and sunflowers, and it gives the whole thing a nice “homey”
feeling.

This is way different than I expected
Carter’s place to be… and it’s a huge difference to my small New
York apartment.

I’m still trying to take it all in, when
Carter comes from behind and whispers in my ear, “Do you like? Mi
casa es su casa. Make yourself comfortable.”

Dropping my pocketbook on one of the living
room chairs, I follow him to the kitchen.

“Carter, this is beautiful. You would think
that all the gray tones would make the room cold and uninviting,
but it’s not. The open layout and ‘outside in’ view makes it so
inviting… You did really well. I love it!”

“Thanks, I will give you a tour of the rest
of the house in a little bit, would you like something to
drink?”

“Yes, I would. What do you have?”

“I have a fully stocked bar and an under
counter wine cooler at your disposal. Or I can make you one of my
specialties from my bartending college days.”

“Surprise me.”

He winks at me and I take the opportunity to
really look at him. Worn out loose blue jeans with a couple of
barely there holes, and a tight olive green t-shirt that showcases
all his muscles and makes his eyes turn more green than yellow. Oh,
and no shoes.
Dayum!
I think I’ll have
him
for
dinner, to hell with the real food.

I admire his muscles flexing and the fluid
way he moves about the kitchen. He brings a couple of tall glasses,
Gold Tequila and grenadine liquor from the small bar on the other
side of the kitchen and pulls out orange juice, an orange and a jar
of cherries from the fridge.

“Tell me, Gia, have you ever had a Tequila
Sunrise?”

“I can’t say I have.” I give him a warm
smile. He has mixed all the ingredients in a matter of seconds -
ice, tequila and orange juice first, shaken. Then he takes the
bottle of grenadine goodness and flips it upside down on top of the
glass. The liquor goes straight to the bottom and then rises up.
Pretty! Two drinks are quickly topped with a slice of orange and a
cherry floating on top, held together by a nice stirrer in the
shape of a heart.

“Here you go.” Carter slides one drink in
front of me. “I hope you like it. I normally drink beer, but I
don’t want you to drink this alone.”

He gets quiet for a second then raises his
glass.

“A toast?”

“Sure. What are we toasting to?”

“To an evening full of surprises, and to ten
fun, unexpected weeks of getting to know one another. Cheers!”

I clink my glass to his. “Cheers.”

I take a sip and at first, it’s a bit sour
but then the sweetness comes through and it all balances in your
mouth. I take another, larger sip.

“Mmm… Delish! Thank you! And here I thought
you just wanted to use tequila, because you know what they say
about it.”

Carter laughs and the rich sound of his voice
added to his yummy looks send tingles all through my body.

“What, tequila makes your clothes fall
off?”

“Well, it’s not a proven fact, but I’m sure
tequila in combination with a handsome, sexy man, could accomplish
some of that.”

His stares at me and blinks. When they open,
his eyes become an intense storm of yellow and green right before
my eyes.

I swallow hard.

He swallows hard.

“Gia…I invited you here for dinner, and I
don’t want to get anything started that will prevent us from
enjoying a nice meal together…so…”

“So you can have me as your meal,
instead.”

Where the hell did
that
come from?

Oh shit.

He comes around the counter in a flash and
spins my chair so that I face him. His lips are right next to mine
when his hands are fisting my hair and his hot breath’s on my
mouth.

“You cannot say those things, Gia, and expect
me not to react… It’s taking all I have to control myself…”

Carter grabs one of my hands and presses it
between his legs.

Oh. My. God.

He’s huge. Thick. He moves my hand up and
down and without further coaxing I move my hand down further until
I reach his balls, then I rub them. His surprised eyes look at me
right before he kisses me. The kiss is so intense that I hear
myself moan and then Carter groans right after it.

“Fuck dinner.” He says. “We are going to have
to postpone it since I have been presented with something better to
eat.”

He grabs a hold of my waist and slides me
from the chair directly into him. I wrap my legs around his waist
and he carries me to the bedroom.

His bedroom.

You know, where his bed is.

A bed that we are not really going to use for
sleep.

We are kissing and laughing and right now my
whole world is Carter. I’m so into him that when we reach the
bedroom, my interior designer’s eyes completely ignore my
surroundings. That’s a hard thing to achieve.

Another hard thing is the cock that’s pressed
between my legs.

Carter sits me on the bed and leans over me
until his entire hard body covers mine completely. I raise my hands
to touch his gruff jaw while his tongue’s exploring my mouth and
one of his hands is moving about my body.

“Gia, you’re so sexy and beautiful.”

Carter’s lips abandon my mouth to leave a
trail of kisses and small bites on my neck, breathing sexy words in
my ear.

I know foreplay is important, but right now
I’m all about sealing the deal. It’s been a while and I’m under
this sexy man’s spell, and I want to reach the goal before I change
my mind.

“Get out of your head, Gia. Stop
thinking.”

“Sorry.” With that I give him all the
permission he wants on the next kiss.

“Touch me, Carter.”

He looks at me and a half smile creeps on his
gorgeous face.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Standing up, he reaches for my hands and
pulls me up until I’m sitting. His large hands look out of place as
he removes my small cardigan and then unbuckles my slim brown
belt.

“The shoes stay put, baby. You look so
fucking sexy wearing heels.”

I feel a light blush moving up to my
face.

With flattened palms he rubs my breasts and
the thin material of my clothes provide an added friction as my
nipples respond to his touch.

I love it.

“Fuck, Gia, I can’t wait to lick and suck
these gorgeous tits.”

He slides his hands down south, until he
reaches the dress’ hem and with a good grasp, he pulls it up. I
wiggle around until he’s able to take it off me.

He steps back and looks at me.

No, that’s not it.

He
reveres
me.

Then all of the sudden there is a questioning
look on his face.

“You have ink?”

I nod as he turns me around to see the
massive tattoo that covers almost half of my back.

“It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Carter’s warm hand traces the tattoo slowly
and seductively while I explain what it is and what it means. His
finger follows the color lines separating the fish from the water
and the flowers. My skin ignites with his touch and when it starts
to cool, I can feel goosebumps left on the trail he leaves
behind.

“It’s a giant watercolor Koi fish surrounded
by water and lotus flowers. The fish is yellow and red, and
swimming upstream. All of that means strength, good fortune, power,
and love. I had to overcome some things after I left home. The
drawing depicts all those things that are part of who I am
today.”

He’s speechless, I don’t blame him. I kinda
forgot to mention it. It starts behind my right shoulder blade,
coming down my back and then twisting its tail to the right,
covering part of my right pelvis and upper thigh.

“I drew it. It took several sittings and
several hours each time until it was finished. I can understand if
it’s a turn off...”

“What! No! It’s not a turn off, it’s
beautiful… I’ve never seen anything like it. It looks like a piece
of art that needs to be on a prominent wall or something…but then,
your soft white skin really does make the perfect canvas.”

He leans into me while I’m still facing down
on the covers. He presses his dick on my ass and growls.

“Does this feel like you’re a turn off?
Because it’s so hard and ready for you I’m afraid it may explode if
not handled with care.”

I smile.

“Nope, I guess I was mistaken.”

“Indeed.”

His hands turn me around easily so I’m flat
on my back again. He’s so strong there’s no effort involved on his
part.

“Now, sweetheart, where were we? Aah… I
remember now.”

Grabbing a hold of my lace boy shorts
underwear, he pulls them down, slowly… all the way. Then without
wasting one single minute, Carter grabs my bra’s front clasp and
using his thumb and index finger, pops it open.

“Hmm, this I will never forget, so fucking
beautiful. The sight of you laying on my bed completely naked.”

His sexy voice, low and guttural, has me
fisting the sheets and he hasn’t even
really
touched me
yet.

“Take off your shirt. You’re overdressed for
the occasion.” I tell him in the best commanding voice I can
muster.

The shirt is now gone and I can appreciate
the nice sculpture of his body. Suddenly I feel cold and want him
close to me.

“Kiss me, Carter...”

Before I’m finished his lips are on mine,
seducing and tasting, no coaxing needed on his part. My hands are
all over his arms, his hair, his back… I can feel all his movements
and the expectation of a great night ahead has me dizzy with
want.

Warm lips move away from my mouth and I miss
them instantly, but I’m exalted to feel a wet warmth coating one of
my nipples, being tickled with fast tongue movements, while the
other one is entertained by fingers pinching the hard nub on top,
causing a rush of need between my legs.

“Carter…”

“Mm hmm…”

I move my hand down between my legs and I
start touching myself.

“Please…”

I whisper.

Carter removes my hand.

“Yes, baby, let me take care of you. I know
exactly what you need.”

His hand locates my clit, and starts rubbing
up and down at first, lower and lower, until his fingers touch the
wetness of my lust for him.

The anticipation has me reacting each time he
touches me.

His mouth is still on me, alternating between
my breasts and my mouth.

I feel one finger going in between my legs
and opening me to allow some of the wetness to sift through.

“So ready for me, Gia, and tight. I like
it.”

Grabbing one of my legs under the knee, he
lifts it up until my shoe’s heel is pressing on the bed cover.

“Yes, that’s it. Open up for me.”

Carter’s hand moves smoothly down my inner
thigh, until he reaches my pussy. This time he puts two fingers
inside and curls them up, looking for a very specific spot.

Fuck. The man knows what he’s doing.

I feel his body moving down with a trail of
licks and kisses, blowing warm air in between, causing my body to
react with goose bumps all over.

“Gia, don’t hold back. Now I’m going to make
you see a different kind of stars. The kind that we all prefer. The
kind that will make you scream my name, over and over again.”

With those last words, his mouth is between
my legs and he’s tasting, sucking, licking and tongue fucking me
while grunting.

All of these, plus the slamming of his
fingers on the roof of my cervix brings me to the edge in no time
at all.

The edge of ecstasy.

It’s the best place one can be.

This is where pleasure meets oblivion.

Where you have to want to jump without
restrain, and savor the moment.

“Fuck, Gia, you taste so fucking good!”

My fingers curl and grab a fistful of his
hair, I hold on tight.

Carter’s teeth graze my clit and then he
sucks so hard, that I have no choice but to scream his name as a
rush of goodness comes down, pooling between my legs, and my body
starts to tremble like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake.

“Oh! God! I’m coming! Fuck! Carter!”

And there it is.

The sweet pleasure of the fall.

He removes his mouth, but keeps pressure on
my clit with his fingers, prolonging the orgasm, and he kisses me
everywhere he can reach, while waiting for my high to slow
down.