Wanted Distraction (5 page)

We rocked slowly together, and my breathing grew shallow.

I dropped kisses on his chest as he murmured, “You are so damn sexy.”

Words I’d longed to hear from him. Praise the Lord, I’d successfully erased the image of Tinkerbell from his mind.

Sitting up, but still riding his cock through our underwear, I said, “Do crazy-wicked things to me, Carter. Things I’ll never forget. Things I won’t ever want any other man to do to me, because I know there’ll be no comparison.”

He sat up as well, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me hungrily as his hands swept over my ribs, to my breasts. He massaged them with a slight roughness that made me restless.

When the pads of his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I sighed contentedly.

“I always knew your hands would feel heavenly on my body.”

He stilled. “You’ve thought of this?”

“Fantasized about it,” I admitted, not the least bit ashamed, because our intimate connection was undeniable. “For a very long time.”

His head dipped and his tongue replaced a thumb on one of my nipples. He flicked the puckered bud, then whispered against the sensitive peak, “And this?”

“All of it,” I confessed. “Your hands and mouth all over my body, in places no one else has touched.”

A heartbeat later, he flipped me onto my back. He propped himself up on one elbow as he lay between my parted thighs.

“Where, Cherish?” he asked in a thick voice.

I hedged, my inhibitions creeping in around my brave front.

His hand skimmed over my stomach and down to the apex of my legs. His fingers swept over my pussy lips as he asked, “Here?”

I nodded.

“With my mouth?”

Again, I nodded.

“No man’s ever—”

“No.” My voice was low and needy. “I never wanted that with anyone other than you. That’s what makes the fantasies so good. You do things to me I won’t let anyone else do.”

His chiseled face became a mask of hard angles. I couldn’t read his expression, but it was incredibly tense.

“Cherish.” He shook his head. He seemed incapable of coming up with the right words to express his thoughts and feelings. Instead of speaking, he simply rubbed my lips with his fingertips as he stared into my eyes.

The erotic sensation was ridiculously blissful and equally titillating. The desire in his dark gaze aroused me even more. When his fingers whisked aside the material covering my pussy and he stroked me again, the skin-on-skin contact caused a small cry to fall from my partially opened mouth.

I bit into my lower lip to keep from making another peep as his fingers shifted to my clit and rubbed the swollen nub in slow circles.

My hand curled around the side of his neck. The other hand slipped through the space between our bodies, created by the elbow holding him up, and I flattened my palm against his back. He bent his head to my breast again and gently suckled a nipple, sending a ripple of excitement through me.

Releasing my lip, I said, “Carter. That feels so good.” When he eased a finger into my wet cunt, my entire body jolted. “
Oh
!” I cried out as my hips lifted off the mattress.

He caressed my inner walls as he continued to tongue my nipple. I writhed beneath him, feeling the pressure build within me.

I was already drowning in sexual euphoria. Yet Carter clearly had so much more in store for me. He shifted on the bed, his lips grazing my skin as he moved down my body and positioned himself between my thighs, his finger still in my pussy.

His warm lips slid over my slick ones, and my low moan echoed in the room. I wove my fingers through his luxurious hair, while my free hand curled around the down comforter beneath me. Carter lapped slowly, driving me wild. I squirmed on the bed as the tip of his tongue targeted my clit, a foreign sensation that made me deliriously happy.

“You’re going to make me come,” I said on a sharp breath.

“Yes,” he whispered against my sensitive skin. “And I want you to say my name when you do.”

My hips rolled as he finger-fucked me a bit faster, a bit more forcefully. He suckled my clit and I barreled toward orgasm at lightning speed.

“Oh God, yes,” I mumbled as sizzling sensations made my insides burn. “That feels so incredible. I knew it’d be this good with you.”

He diligently licked and stroked my pussy, and seconds later, I called out, “Carter!”

The explosion inside me pulsated vibrantly. I gasped for air as my body trembled and my heart swelled.

He withdrew his finger from me, using the slick pad to rub my clit much quicker than previously. He pressed his fingertips against my dewy flesh and stroked aggressively, clearly wanting to get me off again. I had a feeling he’d accomplish his mission faster than he intended.

Fire roared through me, the sensations from my orgasm meshing with the tantalizing feeling of his determined touch.

He left featherlike kisses across my quivering stomach as he whispered, “That was hot, sweetheart. I want you to come again.”

This time, he pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt and pumped them in and out as his thumb massaged my clit. He rose slightly above me, but dipped his head to my breast and tongued a nipple as his fingers worked their magic in my pussy and on my clit.

My back arched and my hips undulated. Breathy little pants fell from my lips. My fingers remained twined in his hair. I could tell by his aggressive ministrations he wanted to make me scream in ecstasy.

“Carter,” I said on a harsh breath. My body moved in ways I’d never experienced before, as though needing to get closer to him while also responding in a primal way to everything he did to me. “I’m almost there. God, you push me right to the edge, so fast.”

He let out a carnal growl that was damn sexy. “The things I want to do to you, Cherish…” he whispered against my breast. “I want to make you feel good.”

“I want you inside me,” I told him.

“Soon.”

His fingers plunged deep and I let out a strangled sound that was erotic and needy at the same time.

“You want more?” he asked, his tone seductive.

“
Yes
.”

He managed to work a third finger into my cunt and I gasped. The heel of his hand rubbed my clit in lieu of his thumb, and I rocked in time with his rhythm as sinfully delicious sensations flooded my veins.

“You’re tight and wet,” he murmured. “So tight.”

His fingers filled me, preparing me for his cock. I knew it was going to be a snug fit, but I craved the intimate connection.

As his lips grazed my neck and he lightly nipped at my skin, his fingers pumped faster inside me.

“Oh Christ, Carter.” I stepped off the ledge again and it was a glorious freefall as the radiant sensations erupted within me once more and coursed throughout my entire body.

He pulled his fingers from inside me and wrapped me in a tight embrace as I vibrated from head to toe, my very being lit up like a Roman candle.

“Holy cow,” I ground out. “That’s what they mean by an earth-shattering orgasm.”

With a soft chuckle, he said, “And I’m just getting warmed up.”

I lifted my head and stared into his eyes. “I don’t know if I can come any harder.”

“Sure you can.” The wicked glint in his chocolate gaze sent another tremor through me.

“My heart’s about to jump out of my chest, it’s beating so hard.”

“Yeah, well, I’m about to bust a seam in these briefs, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, despite my limited airflow. “We should do something about that.”

I reached for the waist of his briefs, but he caught my hands with his. “We’re going to have to take this part slow and easy, Cherish. You are damn tight.”

“But so wet,” I said as I wiggled my eyebrows. “Thanks to you.”

“You drive me wild,” he told me. “I want to make you come all night long.”

I sighed happily. “Geez, Carter. Could you be more perfect?” His jaw tensed and I instantly added, “Stop thinking you’re defiling me or that we’re doing something demoralizing because we’re not in a relationship. You’re stressing out over not giving me more, but at the moment… You’re giving me everything I need.”

He looked contrite as he said, “There
should
be more than this between us, Cherish. We’ve secretly thought of each other for ten years, and our reunion has been nothing short of dynamic.”

“But I insinuated myself into your life, without your knowledge or consent. I basically ambushed you this evening. And now we’re stirring up all kinds of emotions—I can see it in your eyes, and I feel it too.”

“You’re sort of a dream come true. So beautiful and easy to be with. So passionate.”

I smiled. “We have amazing chemistry. But,” I gave him a serious look as I said, “I walked into your life at a very bad time. I understand that.” Smoothing his furrowed brow with my thumb, I added, “Don’t beat yourself up because we’re not on the same page. You’re giving me one night, I don’t want anything to spoil it.”

“I’m not just giving
you
one night. I want this too. When I realized the breathtaking blonde in the sexy red dress was you, all I could think was, ‘Now
this
is a homecoming’.”

Again, the things he said to me sounded right, but felt all wrong, because I knew they were moot. They were just words at this point, with no real meaning behind them.

“Maybe talking about all of this isn’t such a good idea,” I told him. My heart already hurt. I didn’t need more emotional damage.

Besides, this was just supposed to be sex. Fantasy fulfillment. Nothing more. I knew that, to the depths of my soul, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still hold hope that the physical pull we both felt would heightened the obvious emotional one. Something significant arced between us, from the moment he had joined me on the patio. Cultivating it was the problem, Carter himself being our biggest obstacle.

He said, “I just want you to know how much tonight means to me.” He brushed strands of hair from my face as he added, “I was so happy to see you. And now that I know I’m not the only one who had a crush back then, or harbored feelings all this time… I just think it makes me an asshole for wanting to make love to you
once
.”

Trying to lighten the tense moment, I said, “It doesn’t have to be just once. We’ve got two condoms, remember?”

A smile teased his tempting mouth, but he didn’t give into it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You keep forgetting I’m the one who instigated all of this.”I leaned toward him and brushed my lips over his. “No more agonizing. I just had two of the most sensational orgasms I’ve ever experienced, and I want more.”

“So greedy,” he said, his voice turning playful.

“Feels so good, I can’t help it.”

He groaned. “You could sell magic beans to someone less gullible than Jack.”

His mouth pressed to mine for but a second, before we both parted our lips and his tongue delved deep. He pulled me tightly to him, and I instantly fell in love with the way his warm skin and rigid muscles felt against my bare skin. His kiss was equally electrifying, conveying that mutual appreciation I’d spoke of earlier, in addition to something darker. Something more intense.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him command my passion. It was the easiest thing in the world to give into the wonderful sensations he evoked. It took no time at all—mere heartbeats—to lose myself in our kiss and the glorious feeling of his body pressed to mine, along with one of his hands roaming my body. He finally settled on palming an ass cheek again as his cock rubbed against my pussy lips.

Hot magma flooded my veins and fire lit my insides. He turned me on in ways I’d never experienced before, making me hot and bothered.

His fingers curled around the thin strand of my thong and he tugged. With his other hand gripping the opposite side, and me wiggling slightly, he worked the panties down my legs. He broke our kiss and whisked off the thong. I settled on my back and he filled the vee my parted legs created. His supple hands skimmed up my calves and then shifted, easing along my inner thighs.

Covering my mound with one hand, he massaged all the sensitive parts, pressing the heel into my clit. His dark brown eyes deepened in color, turning almost black. The irises shimmered with desire in the moonlight seeping in through the cracks in the shutters. I simply stared at him, burning from the way he stroked me and gazed at me, but also enjoying how fantastic he looked between my legs. He was sheer perfection in my mind, with his chiseled face and body, and his tousled hair, which
I
had mussed.

I grinned at him as the pressure began to build in my pussy and my stomach. “You’ve got a pretty easy job,” I teased. “I think I could come just by looking at you in all your hunky glory.”

“I’m willing to put some effort into this, sweetheart.” His tone was much darker than mine, laden with carnal cravings.

He lowered his head, moved his hand and licked slowly and sensuously along my lips and then my clit. Then his tongue circled my opening and darted inside, making me writhe on the bed as my soft, needy whimpers surrounded us.