Page 21 of My Sweet Cherry
He winked before he accepted the invitation, giving me another quick kiss he seemed hesitant to pull away from. “Let me take you to lunch after class?” I nodded, earning a grin I felt against my pussy. Then he kissed my forehead. “Good. I’ll see you then.”
I watched each step as he walked away. When he turned the corner, I looked at the tape in my hand. “Yeah, he’s definitely into you,” Isabella said.
“Totally is.” Amy snatched the tape from my hands, lifting a brow when she turned it over in her hands. Then she looked at me like she was excited, as if the whole thing involved her. “And it’s really obvious you had sex with him.”
“I thought you wanted to watch a movie,” I said, humming when Carter’s lips pressed against my neck. Lunch had been a blurred mix of eager glances and way-too-dramatic-to-be-because-of-pizza moans that led to us quickly skipping dessert and heading to the car.We’ll have dessert at my place.
“How can I be expected to focus on the movie when you’re next to me?” He pulled my legs into his lap and kissed my neck again. His lips moved from the soft spot beneath my ear to my jawline and over to my mouth. “Plus, I promised you dessert.”
I giggled, and it was like he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss until I was unsure where his breath ended and mine began. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. It wasn’t like I didn’t know the answer to that question, or like I wouldn’t be kind of disappointed if he actually meant sugar-laced treats.
“This,” Carter said, grabbing my hips and tugging me into his lap. The dress I had put on because I was too lazy to find two pieces of clothing that matched came in handy when it slid up my thighs while I settled on top of him. I could feel his jeans and the bulge beneath his zipper through the thin cotton that separated us when I bent down to kiss him. When he traced his finger over the waistband and my hips jerked toward him, he smiled against my mouth.
I was already breathing heavier with the eagerness I felt, and I reached for the button on his jeans as his finger slipped between my panties and my pussy. “You’re already so wet,” he said, dragging his finger across my lips and circling my clit.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” I said, grinding against his finger and fussing with his zipper. “I want more.”
“Oh, more?” Carter grabbed my panties and pulled them to the side, slipping his finger inside me and curling it the way he had the night before—the way that had made my toes curl with it like he was controlling my entire body with the tip of his finger. When I moaned, he smirked. “Is this enough, or do you still want more?”
I rolled my hips chasing the sensation that had been so overwhelming the first time. “I still want more.”
Carter lifted his hips with me still in his lap, pushing his jeans down so his cock bobbed free. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it gently and taking note of the way each vein felt against my fingers. I grabbed the foil wrapper sitting on the side table and tore it open, sliding it over his shaft and holding his stare while I did. When he pulled his finger from me, he put his hands on my hips and lifted me, lining me up against his cock.
“You can have as much as you want.” He dropped me into his lap, sending his cock deep into me. I cried out.
Feeling so full turned to comfort when I lifted and slid back down his length, enjoying the feel of the same veins I had traced with my fingers moments earlier. I recognized the same look on Carter’s face from last night—the look that told me he was barely maintaining his composure. When my pussy clenched, he closed his eyes and grunted. Then the look snapped. Where there had been composure, there was now raw need.
“Do you think you can handle even more?” His voice was as strained as his muscles, and he tightened his hold on my hips when I nodded.
“I can handle it.”
Carter lifted me, bringing me back down while he lifted his hips and sending his cock deeper inside me than I knew was possible. The sound that rolled from me was guttural andloud enough that any neighbors at home knew something was happening. He did it again, and I cried out again. Then my toes curled, and my body started to tremble.
I felt so small in his hold while he controlled me, driving his cock into me over and over while my screams got louder. Tension grew like pressure in my core, swirling the way I knew it would before it all snapped and my release caused my entire body to melt into him. It was close—I knew it wouldn’t take long, but I wasn’t sure that it would make him stop.
Maybe I don’t want him to.
“Come for me, cherry,” he demanded. “Your pussy is telling me you want to. I can feel it.”
I could feel it too. “Carter, yes!” I cried, grabbing onto his shoulders and clinging to him. My body collapsed against his chest while he rode through each wave of my orgasm, continuing to thrust up into me while his breathing got heavier.
When his body jerked, I felt his muscles flex, and his eyes flickered back. Then he relaxed against me, pulling me off his lap and onto the couch next to him just before the serene look on his face was replaced with panic. There was blood on him, and I looked down to find matching blood all over my inner thighs.
“Are you okay?” he asked, searching for injury like he hadn’t been in the same moment with me. I nodded. “Are you sure?”
I nodded again. “Carter, I’m fine.” I had heard stories from more than one friend who had bled after losing her virginity. It didn’t scare me, but the look of panic in his eyes made my stomach sink. “You didn’t hurt me.”
Then he stood up and when he walked out of the room, I looked back at my thighs. What was I supposed to do now? Before I could decide if I was supposed to follow him out of the room or put my clothes back on and leave, he returned with a cloth in his hand. It was warm when he dragged it over my skin,wiping the remnants of blood from me gently. A small moan slipped from my lips when he carefully brushed it over my pussy.
He cleaned himself off after and set the cloth on the table before he settled back onto the couch. “Come here,” he said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me against him. His hold was strong but soft—comforting, and when he brushed his fingers through the hairs that had come loose from my ponytail, I hummed. “I’m sorry I made you bleed,” he said before he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
I nuzzled my nose against his chest, fighting my eyelids when they tried to flicker shut. “Don’t be. It was amazing.” Then I giggled. “Totally worth it.”
Chapter 18
Carter
“Ithought I’d find you here.” She was pretty easy to find—it was a small campus, and she was a girl with a routine. I knew if she hadn’t been at the library, it wouldn’t have taken long to find her in the courtyard or in her room.
