Page 48 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
Carter.
Oh my god.What the hell is he doing?What the fuck do I do?Do I tell him to stop? I don’t want him to stop. But I also don’t want him to know that I want him just as badly as he wants me. It’s wrong.
“Tell me to stop.” His voice is like an aged whiskey as he begs me to put up a fight.
“I’m not going to,” I bite back, bucking him with my hips.
He runs his warm tongue along the sensitive skin on my neck,and my knees almost give out. “I’m going to show you what you’re worth.”
Carter releases his grip on my wrists, and then he drops to his knees in front of me. I didn’t realize how much of my weight I was pressing into him until I lost my balance, barely catching myself on the shelf ladder. He quickly grabs my thighs, stabilizing me. It’s dark here, and I can barely make out his silhouette kneeling before me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice laced with disbelief. I’m trapped in a sitting position halfway up the steps.
He looks up at me, slowly bringing his index finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
Oh fuck.
Slowly, he lifts my layered costume dress. My heart hammers inside my chest as he ducks his head underneath it. The warmth from his fingertips brings a wetness between my legs.Am I going to let this happen?Yes, the fuck I am.
I loop one arm around the cool metal railing while he gently pulls down my panties.Oh my god.Carter is going down on me. Mid-thought, I feel the slow, wet lick of his tongue over the top of my pussy.This is happening.But does it count if he doesn’t know that I know it’s him?
I need more.
Releasing my muscles, I let both of my legs fall open. I hear a muffled moan from him right before he spreads me apart and dives his tongue deep into my insides.
“Oh fuck, C—” Catching myself, I clamp my lips together, determined not to let on that I know it’s him. He takes his time, darting his tongue in and out, switching from the tip to the flatpart. Chills span my body, and it doesn’t take long for it to tense and my climax to build.
My legs start to shake as he continues to bury himself deeper into me. I curl my body around him and hook one hand behind his head. He lets me guide him with the motion I need. I can’t believe Carter could be doing this—we’redoing this. It feels so good but so fucking wrong. Panic sets in, and I feel my body start to pull away, but then he slides in a crooked finger, causing me to overheat and my eyes to water.
I’m going to let this happen.
Too late.It’s fucking happening.
Panting, I hold him in place with two hands as he lets me ride his slippery tongue until my entire body combusts with pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” I shout, falling back into the upper steps of the ladder. One hand white-knuckles the railing, desperately holding up my weakened body.
Quickly, Carter lifts to his feet and stands between my legs. Heing and buzzing with desire, I stare up at him, still unable to fully see his face.
“Good night, Lina,” he says in a rough tone, and then I hear his footsteps move away from me.
“Thank you?” I call out right before he opens the door. The light from the hallway slices through the dark room, illuminating half of his body. He glances over his shoulder one last time before stepping into the hallway and away from what happened.
Why do I feel like it should have been Max, but the thought of it not being Carter simultaneously makes me feel relieved and let down?
Standing on unstable legs, I quickly pull myself together. Fixing my dress and running a quick hand through my hair, I prepare to rejoin the party.
Walking back into the event space, I feel my chest flush. Fanning myself, I scour the room looking for my friends. I spot Bailey, Mason, Piper, Jack, and Avery standing in a group by one of the auction tables. I make a beeline for them, but then Carter steps in front of my path, holding two drinks. My pussy is still throbbing from our little play session less than five minutes ago.
Then, from my right, I see Max walk up.
Why the hell did they have to wear the same fucking costume tonight?
“I got this for you,” Carter says, handing me one of the drinks.
When I go to grab it, my finger brushes against his.Heat.
“I got you one too.” Without thinking, I take the glass from Max as well. My finger brushes his.Cold.
