“Maybe.”
“I wish I could do something to help him, Meg,” I confess. “I feel so bad for him. You should’ve seen his face. He loves that car.”
“Yeah, it was a pretty shitty thing to do. He may need to sell his body again to get the money for the repairs.”
“God. Don’t say that.” I feel sick in the stomach now. I hope that’s not the case.
••••
Once my homework’s done, I make something to eat before having a shower. As I lay on my bed, I can’t stop thinking about Carter. I wonder how he’s doing. Standing, I look over towards his bedroom. The light is on, but the blinds are closed. Do I dare go over there? I know I’m not going to be able to sleep until I find out if he’s okay.
My mind made up, I climb out of my window. “Carter. You in there?” I call out after knocking on the glass.
“What the hell?” he says opening his blinds a few seconds later. His hair is wet and his chest is bare. He must’ve just had a shower. God he’s delicious.
“Can I come in?” I ask. Do I even dare enter his room after what happened between us yesterday?
“What do you want?” he asks annoyed when he opens the window.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine. Go home,” he bites. I hate it when he speaks to me like that. I understand that he’s upset, but he’s taking it out on the wrong person.
“Okay,” I say disappointed and a little annoyed. What an arse. I know he’s upset, but he doesn’t have to be so damn rude. I turn and head back towards my house.
“Wait,” he shouts. I stop but don’t turn around. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
“So, can I come in?” I ask with a smile when I turn around to face him. He exhales and then rolls his eyes.
“Fine. If you must.” I head back towards his window where he leans out ready to haul me inside.
“Wow. Your room looks different from in here,” I say as my eyes dart around everywhere. It’s so neat and tidy for a boy’s room. Tidier than mine. It’s quite bare. No pictures or posters hanging on the walls. He has a bed, desk, bedside table and a set of drawers, but that’s about it.
When my eyes finally meet his, he’s smiling for some reason. I try my best not to look any lower than his face. I don’t want him to think I’m checking him out, because I know that’s exactly what I’ll be doing.
“So does your room,” he smirks. Memories of yesterday enter my mind making me blush. “Why are you turning red?” I narrow my eyes at him. Coming here was a bad idea. Turning, I head towards the window. “Wait. I’m just messing with you, kid. Don’t go.”
He reaches out and pulls me back until my body lands against his. My back is flush with his chest. Having him so close sends tingles running through my body. My senses are engulfed by his delicious scent. God he smells so good.
Not moving, I keep my body right where it is—against him. One of his arms snakes around my waist drawing me even closer, while his other hand reaches up, pulling my hair to the side. He runs his nose from the base of my neck up to my ear.
“You smell delicious,” he whispers against my skin, making me shiver. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. “You taste good, too.” I lean my head back against his chest and whimper. “I love those little noises you make. It turns me on,” he breathes. His warm breath against my skin makes it pebble with goose bumps.
He thrusts his hips forward to prove his point. I feel his erection pressing into my lower back. Knowing I have that effect on him does funny things to my lady parts. Slowly, he turns me in his arms and slightly tugs on my hair, tilting my head back until I’m looking up at him. The desire I see in his eyes makes me ache between my legs. He gazes down at me for what seems like forever, before his face slowly inches towards mine.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers when his lips are near mine.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. He places his mouth gently on mine. He lets go of my hair and slides his fingers through my locks, digging them into my scalp to bring my face closer. My arms curl around his waist as I push my body further into his, causing him to groan into my mouth. This kiss is sweet and incredibly hot, just like our first time. He really is an exceptional kisser.
When I open my mouth slightly, he slips his tongue inside and deepens the kiss. Turning me, he walks me backwards until my legs come in contact with his bed. He gently lays me down, climbing over me, never once breaking the kiss.
Pulling back he gives me one of his rare, breathtakingly beautiful smiles. He brushes my hair back off my face before leaning down and placing his lips on mine again. We make out for what seems like an eternity. I’m so turned on.
Eventually pulling out of the kiss, he looks down at me, smiling. “I can’t believe I have you here sprawled out on my bed. Now what am I going to do with you?”
“Whatever you want,” I answer shamelessly. I want him to do anything and everything. His eyes close briefly as he groans at the thought. When they open again he gives me a mischievous look. My heart starts to race. Is it wrong that I want him to do bad things to me, because I do?
“As much as I’d like to, kid, I’m not going to fuck you. Your first time should be with someone special. That’s not me.” He must see the disappointment cross my face, because by Christ that’s exactly what I’m feeling. “It doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” he smirks. I’m upset this isn’t going to go all the way. I want him to be my first.
I want that more than anything.
He brings his lips down to mine again. I’m so incredibly turned on by his kisses. I desperately need some friction down below. I shift my legs from underneath him, spreading them before pulling him down on top of me. He settles in between them.
His hand slides underneath my pyjama top. He growls into my mouth when he feels I’m not wearing a bra. He cups my breast in his hand and runs his thumb over my hard nipple, thrusting his pelvis forward at the same time. Yes.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers against my mouth. His erection hits me right where I need it, making me moan. He does it again, and again. My hands slide down his muscular back until they are resting on his arse. He has the most amazing arse. All round, tight and delicious. Using my hands to push him down, my hips lift up meeting him thrust for thrust. There’s only two thin pieces of fabric separating us. God I wish there wasn’t.
We both continue to move in sync. It’s like we’re having sex, but with clothes on. I really want to be doing it with him. I want to feel him inside me. “I … I think I’m going to come,” I mutter a few minutes later. He groans into my mouth again, pressing his erection hard against my clit, moving his hips in a circular motion. It feels amazing.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he urges. Within seconds my orgasm hits me hard.
“Yes,” I moan as my head pushes back into the pillow and my body trembles from the intensity. My nails dig into his arse cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. He doesn’t stop moving until I’m finished. Pulling back, his hooded eyes meet mine.
“I need to taste you now,” he breathes. Sitting back on his haunches, he slides my pyjama bottoms down my legs, taking my panties with them. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, but for some reason, with him, I don’t feel self-conscious at all. “Sweet Jesus. You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he states.
The thought of him imagining me naked pleases me. A lot. He spreads my legs wide, gazing down at me. Appreciation is written all over his handsome face. He exhales and then smiles. Leaning forward he lifts my back slightly off the bed as he pulls my top over my head. “I need to see all of you.” Returning to his haunches, I watch as his eyes caress my body. The look he gives me is so hot I’m surprised it doesn’t scorch my skin. “Perfect,” he breathes, making me smile. He thinks I’m perfect. His fingers lightly caress my skin leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.