The stream of water ended abruptly as he reached behind to pull the faucet handle. They were both wet and dripping when his hands jostled beneath her, cupping her ass, and hoisting her up, prompting her to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, hanging on for dear life. Frantically, he found her mouth, kissing her as he carried her out.
“Wrong way!” she yelled.
He about-faced, kicking the door open.
They landed on the bed together, Carter’s back against the headboard, the mattress creaking beneath them, her legs straddling his hips, and the heat of his cock pulsating between them.
“Condoms?” he asked. She nodded to the nightstand. Reaching over, he slid open the drawer rummaging inside. He busied his other hand with her clit, collecting the moisture from her soaked pussy and rubbing it all around the sensitive bud.
Instead of a condom, his hand emerged with a silver cylindrical object. “Well, hello, old friend.” Her silver bullet.
Her eyes drooped from his dizzying strokes, but she managed to pant out the words. “That’s not even the good one...”
He flipped the small switch, the familiar buzz in her ears. “But we have such fond memories together...”
She shook her head. “Don’t touch me with that...so close already...the second you shove...your cock in me I’ll pop...” She swallowed thickly, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back in her head. His thumb pressed down in the slick moisture at the entrance of her pussy.
“Oh, you better not, Bad Girl.” She moaned when he leaned forward to nip at her breasts.
Without mercy, Carter replaced the stroking of his hand with the vibrator, rubbing lightly against her.
The vibration shot from her clit and to her belly button. She groaned.
“Hold this,” he said, grasping her limp hand and pressing it to the toy.
Her pussy ached so bad she almost wept. Her words breathless. “Carter, no... I’m gonna... Carter... I can’t...”
“It wasn’t a request.” With his hand still on hers, he increased the pressure, making her squirm. He clicked the frequency up a notch. She let out a deep cry but his commanding voice silenced her. “And you better use it like you mean it. Rub that clit like you’ll die if you don’t.”
She emitted sharp whimpers as she rubbed the vibrator to her sensitive skin, causing her body to jerk and spasm involuntarily. She didn’t want to come yet—dear god don’t come yet—not until she could feel him wedged deep inside of her. Torturously, she fought to keep from rolling her hips against the force of the vibration. She was practically weeping from it.
He was a cruel, evil man. She might even hate him.
His cock rested in between them, jutting upright. It took everything within her not to rub against it. With his teeth, he ripped open the condom wrapper, tossing it to the floor. She hadn’t even noticed he’d procured one, couldn’t concentrate anyway. Her eyes were heavy as he rolled the tight rubber down his engorged cock.
“Inside me. Want it inside me.” As usual, she was desperate. Her hips lifted, fitting her opening against the head, the vibrator nearly slipping from her hand.
“Don’t you dare let that vibrator drop from that swollen little clit of yours, Bad Girl. You’ll make me very, very angry if you do.”
With a swallow, she held on to it, short piercing sensations shooting from her clit throughout her body. And finally, she sank down, slowly enveloping the crown of his dick, her pussy stretching to make room, ready to accommodate anything he wanted from her. Anything at all.
She wanted to ease him inside but he grasped her hips and wrenched her all the way, making them both groan on impact. Once buried to the hilt, he gripped her hips; he held her in place there, unmoving. She couldn’t help but peer down, her vision a blur. His eyes were lost in the heat of their moment, dark and stormy. His hands roamed up her stomach and to her tits, squeezing, holding her upright.
“Ride it.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head and her whole body wavered as he jerked her with his hips. Like a marionette doll held up by invisible strings. On a whimpering inhale, she rolled her hips, his cock buried, the vibrator shooting jolts of pleasure to her appendages. She was boneless as she worked herself up and down on him, both running towards and away from the orgasm that ached and boiled within her.
He leaned up, teeth pressed to her ear. “Yes, you’re being a very good girl bouncing on my cock, let’s see if I can’t make you bounce even more.” He bucked his hips again, their bodies thrashing together wildly, her tits jiggling near his face. He slapped one lightly, sending a shock down through her then did the same to the other. “Keep those big tits of yours right where I can see them.”
When he drew in her left nipple with a strong suck, a deep long moan ripped from her chest “Oh no, Carter, it’s happening. It’s...it’s...” Bouncing with the thrusts of his hips, she came until she almost couldn’t feel anything at all anymore.
“Oh fuck. You’re so fucking wet, all over me. Coming so hard.” He let out a strained gasp of air, his back taut like a bow. “Gonna come...come inside you...” His hands came to her hips in a vice grip, as he bucked wildly into her. “Take it, Bad Girl. It’s all yours. It’s all for you.”
The vibrator dropped from her hand, rolling to the side, but even so, another orgasm swirled in her and threatened to break through her already busted barriers. The Kool-Aid Man of orgasms. The precipice of a giggle threatened but they were both coming now, coming together like how it happened in the movies. Two bodies straining against one another, falling without a parachute, not knowing where they might land.
When it was all over, she toppled, her wet hair fanned over his shoulder. They were breathless, sticky. He ran his fingertips from her hips up towards the middle of her back making her shiver and then came to cup either side of her jaw with his palms.
Their eyes met, chests heaving. Perdie didn’t know what to say, feelings leaked out from inside of her like a half-cracked can of coke. Orgasms with him always hurt a little bit. He wanted so much of her. Everything.
Her jaw dropped open, the words almost there. She had to say something.
She cleared her throat. “I think—”
“JINGLE BELLS JINGLE BELLS JINGLE ALL THE WAY!”
The music blared throughout the house. She fell on him, laughing against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, and she let the music play.
Carter rubbed the side of his face and neck with a towel, then hung it up on the hook inside Perdie’s door before stabbing his legs back into the sweatpants. The pants fit him well, slung low across his hips, highlighting the carved vee of muscle flanking his abs. Perdie dressed in an oversized cashmere sweater that fell to her midthigh, pairing it with fleece-lined knee socks.
She stood in the doorway of her bedroom, admiring him. He scratched his knuckles over his flexed abdomen, then gave a smile when he noticed he was being watched. She openly gawked as she pulled a hit off her vape.
She was comfortable in her half-dressed state, a little high again from the weed, and a lot high from the orgasm. Her body thrummed. Also, she’d cranked the heat in her condo to a balmy seventy-six. She hadn’t so much as peeked out the window but so far the day had proven eventful.
Carter padded out past her, planting a kiss on top of her head. “Breakfast?” he called over her shoulder.
She pivoted on the ball of her foot to follow. “You cook?”
“Best I got is scrambled eggs. I can do a pickup?”
