Page 25 of Venus
“I live closer,” I huff out between a nibble on my bottom lip. I might have been buzzed before, but I’m perfectly sober now. She says nothing, just follows my lead as we stumble towards my truck.
She nibbles on my throat, and I take that as the green light to stumble to my truck and lift her into the seat. The entire drive, I’ve got one hand on the wheel and one hand all over her. She’s half naked by the time we getthere and my belt is undone before I even shove the key in the front door lock.
We don’t even make it to the bed. We crash to the couch. She lands on her back and I catch myself over her, all without letting her lips escape mine. Everything is a blur. Our remaining clothes are strewn all over the apartment, and my hands rest on her hips as I admire her body.
She doesn’t give me much time though, because she grabs my dick like she owns it. I hiss when she gives it a squeeze and I reach for my discarded pants to find my wallet and pull out a condom. She keeps stroking me and makes it very hard to concentrate on getting it secured to me.
I take control of the situation again by flipping her over on her stomach and pulling her hips closer to me.
“Good girl,” I whisper as she arches her back and wiggles her pretty little ass against me. I slip right into her with one easy thrust and she whimpers loudly. I pull out and thrust back in, starting a rough pace that doesn’t seem to satisfy her.
“More, Carter. Please,” she begs. She matches my rhythm by slamming herself backwards with each of my thrusts. I gather her hair into a ponytail in my fist and pull, giving myself enough leverage to fuck her harder.
An empty glass on the table next to the couch gets knocked off from the vibrations, shattering all over the laminate flooring. It only encourages me to go harder. I want this entire apartment to be a bigger mess than Venus when I’m through with her.
I’m railing her as hard as I can manage. This is not the kind of sex we normally have. This is more primal, more urgent. Everything I’ve been holding back is shoved into each thrust, and I know she can feel it, even if she’d never admit it.
The alcohol has been burnt out of my body by the adrenaline rush I get being with her. I’m perfectly sober, all of my thoughts consumed by this girl and whatever I have with her, desperately trying to fuck my feelings into her heart because for now, it’s the only thing she responds to. I can feel her fighting it, but I have to convince her to let me in.
I pull out, flip her over, and slide back in. I lean in as I thrust, slower now. She whimpers, and I know she wants it harder.
“Use your words,” I whisper as I nip at her ear. Her legs start to quiver around me. “You close, V? You want to cum all over me?”
“God, yes, Carter.”
“Ask me nicely.” I give her a hard thrust, and then stay buried as deep as I can go as I wait for her to give me what I want. She stays quiet, wiggling her hips to beg me to move. “That sassy mouth doesn’t have much to say when you’re stuffed full of my cock, does it?” Another thrust. “Ask for it.”
“Please,” she begs, and I wish I had the self-control to ask her for more, but I don’t. If I hold off any more I’ll bust straight through this condom.
I plow into her with everything I have, wrapping my arms around her shoulders to pull her into my chest.She screams my name so loud I feel a ringing in my ears, but I don’t let up until I feel her squeeze my cock so tight it feels like her pussy is pulling my soul from my chest.
I release deep inside her, the condom catching what feels like a nonstop cascade of cum flowing out of me. I grunt into her ear as I slowly grind us both through the aftershocks of our release.
After what feels like forever, I lift myself away from her to look at her face. Her red cheeks and messy hair belong to me right now. I feel myself committing this moment to memory, but hiding the adoration in my eyes.
I don’t want her to always be so ready to run.
She doesn’t say anything to me, simply lets out a string of deep, slow breaths as she stares right back at me. She doesn’t have to say anything though.
I pull out, both of us shaking at the leftover sensitivity. I push off the couch and head straight for the bathroom, disposing of the condom before falling into my bed, balls empty and heart full.
About a minute later, she joins me in the bedroom and helps herself to the bed, spreading out and leaving me with only the very edge. We lie there in silence for a while, letting the fan cool us off.
My room smells like her. Like me. Like sex and something else that feels suspiciously like the ‘L’ word. But I can’t do that to myself. Not yet.
She flips over to her side and tucks her cheek into the crook of my shoulder and chest, tracing lazy shapes in the hollow of my throat and around my Adam’s apple. I hold her close, my arm resting comfortably on her hip asif I don’t know she’s planning how to make her exit without ruining the intimacy of the moment.
The longer we linger in the silence, the more I think. The more I want to say.
“Do you feel it?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer, but she lifts her head and begins looking around the room. “Feel what?”
I turn my head to meet her eyes. “This.”
She shifts slightly away from me. Just a hair, but the distance might as well be miles. “Carter…please don’t.”
“I’m not trying to. I’m not. But you can’t deny it, can you? We promised we’d be honest.”
