“Got him in the shoulder,” Carter said. “He’s at least on the floor screaming while you dial 911.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t do this before.” I gave him the weapon, and he chambered the next bullet. “I’m going to put a hole in his head this time.”
“Whoa, girl.”
He held the gun away even though I was eager to go again. I’d spent so much time feeling like a sitting duck, waiting for my security to be breached. For the day to come when Vince finally killed or raped me. Taking that power back made my skin tingle. I wanted to jump up and down. Carter’s eyes went a little wide.
“I’ve never seen you like this,” he said.
“Like what? Give me the gun.” I clenched and unclenched my grabby little hands.
“Happy.”
A bell rang twice. The pops and cracks of the other shooters stopped.
“Time’s up,” Carter said. I sulked. “We’ll come back.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. You’ll be a sharpshooter in no time.”
I lost my mind in the car. As soon as he closed his door, I was on him, hiking my skirt up so I could straddle him on the driver’s side, pushing down on his cock. We kissed and sucked, yanked at clothing, reaching for skin. I undid his belt, clawing at everything between me and his dick.
“Wait,” he breathed.
“Hell no.”
“The first time we fuck isn’t going to be in my car.”
“No, it’s not. I owe you. I’m going to suck your cock, and I’m going to swallow every drop.”
The surprise on his face was unmistakable.
“You dirty-mouthed little girl.”
“Wash it out with your cum.”
He took my cheeks in his hands and squeezed until my lips slackened and opened.
“When you take it, you take it all.” He bit my bottom lip and pulled, letting his teeth scrape and release. “Every inch. Mouth only.”
He let my face go. I was wet and throbbing, but I could wait.
I got off him and put both my knees on the passenger seat. I reached for his dick like a starving woman. It was long and thick, with a darker head. A drop of fluid ran down the back, and I licked it off. It was salty and warm, and I kissed him with it still on my tongue.
“Filthy.” He groaned. “You’re filthy, and I like it.”
I reached over and pulled the lever on the side of his seat until he was at a comfortable recline. Pulling up his shirt, I ran my fingernails over his abs and up his cock, then held it steady as I lowered my head onto it, sliding my tongue against him slowly, pushing down my tongue so he could enter my throat without stopping.
“Oh my God,” he whispered when I got his massive dick all the way down. Not a small feat. It had been a while, and I had to scold back the gag reflex. When I pulled up slowly again as if I were in complete control, I sucked on the head and popped off.
“That okay?” I looked up at him. He reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up, exposing my panties to the window.
“Next session’s over in twenty minutes. So unless you want everyone in the club to see us, you better keep going.”
Twenty minutes?
Easy.
He slid his hand under my panties and stroked my ass. I took him again, faster and faster, breathing in between thrusts, pushing my nose against his belly. He fisted my hair and paced me, thrusting into my mouth with hot gasps.
“Coming,” he grunted. Two thrusts later, he came down my throat with a long, sultry murmur, sticky and bitter, warm with life. That groan, that orgasm, that loss of control, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I put his underwear over his still-slick penis and kissed his cheek. He rerouted his face to kiss me on the lips.
“Thank you.”
“Can we skip dinner? We can eat at my house.”
“What do you have?”
“I have a little Meow Mix left.” I pulled my skirt down and sat facing front.
“I love Meow Mix.”
He started the car, and we went back to my place.
CHAPTER 37
EMILY
No amount of hot passion could keep Carter from checking the windows and doors. I got down to my fancy underwear, and seeing Grey at the back window, I went out to feed her. I was crouched in front of the cat in my lingerie, petting her as she ate.
“Does the food get more nutritious if you pet her while she eats?”
He stood in the doorway in his suit, and I was dumbstruck for a clever answer. His beautiful body was covered and yet revealed by the slope of his shoulders and the folds of his tie. I was the one in the sexy lingerie. He was just wearing a suit. Same difference.
I stood and stepped into the room. He brushed by me and snapped the door closed.
“Sorry, Grey,” he said from behind me. Then he whispered in my ear, “Don’t move.”
“Okay.” My voice cracked.
Carter kneeled behind me and unhooked my stockings, then pulled my panties down slowly, running the rough lace and his soft fingers over my skin. I felt his breath on my bottom, then his lips. When he got my panties to my ankles, I stepped out of them.
“Bed,” he said, swatting my bottom. I squeaked and turned on him, but he was on his knees, smiling up at me. “Go, or I’ll spank you again.”
I backed up until my thighs hit the mattress. I sat.
He stood over me and got undressed. Threw his jacket on the chair. Unstrapped his shoulder holster and put the gun on the night table. Then tie. Belt. Cuffs. Front placket. Shirt off. Undershirt off, hiding his face for a split second so I could drink in the perfection of his body, the dark hair on his chest. He watched me lean back onto my elbows as he took off his pants, and his cock came out like the threat of a clubbing.
I kept my knees pressed together, because there was something I liked, and it wasn’t fun to ask for it.
He put his hands on my knees and yanked my legs open.
That was the thing. A rush of sensation flooded my body. I would have done anything for him after that point. I went slack, and he pushed my knees up and out, exposing my pussy to him.
He put his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, drew them out, and laid them against my wet skin. Up to my clit, which was hard and aching, down to where his fingers slid inside me to the base.
“I’m going to lick you, but don’t come.”
“Okay.”
“No matter how hard I suck your clit.”
“Yes.”
He left his fingers inside and bent over, keeping his eyes on mine. When his tongue flicked the tip of my clit, I nearly came. When he ran his lips along it. When he sucked gently and pulled his fingers out, only to jam them in deeper.
“Yes,” I said, which was only the start of a series of affirmations.
I dug my fingers into his hair while his free hand held my legs apart. He sucked and licked, watching me, fucking me with his fingers. I grunted syllables like an animal, then he took his hand out. I squeaked for the second time.
“Hush.” He slid a condom out of his wallet with his teeth while his hand worked me.
“You’re making me crazy.”
“Good.” He put the condom on and kneeled between my legs, sliding his cock along me, landing at my entrance like a threat. “You ready?”