“Then let me fuck you.” His tongue swirled in and out of my mouth. “Right now, and then later, I want you to sneak out and be with me.”
I nodded all reason, frustration, and fear out the door. Carter had me feening hard for his drug, so much so that I was about to let him take my virginity in a bathroom at a campus coffeehouse on a Monday afternoon.
Carter grinned against my mouth and unbuttoned my baggy cargo pants. “I promise to pull out.”
Reality peeked through my lustful haze, and I tapped his chest. “No condom?”
Carter sighed regretfully. “No. I didn’t expect to see you.”
“Then we can’t.” I looked up at him, hoping he wasn’t the dude to lose interest because I told him he had to wrap it up.
Shaking his head, Carter bit his lip and pushed down my pants until they gathered around my ankles. I grabbed his hand, and he soothed. “I got you.”
Watching him warily, he lowered himself to his knees, slipped my panties to the side, and I shuddered when his tongue flicked my clit. He looked up at me. “Want me to stop?”
I answered him by pressing his head into me. Carter’s mouth had me scratching and pulling at the top of his shirt, his neck. Anywhere I could touch. His tongue relentlessly licked and laved my slick pussy and quivering button. The pressure was so intense that I had to grab his shoulders, or my shaky legs would fall. He urged me to scream and yell. Fuck anyone who heard me.
Carter, expecting my quick orgasm, pinched my nipples, and my body unleashed around his tongue. He eagerly lapped up my cream like the sweetest lollipop. As I finally loosened my grip on his shoulders and regained my balance, he stood to kiss me again. And for the first time, I tasted myself and liked my flavor: sweetness and musk.
He grinned and licked my lips playfully. “You taste good.”
Still trying to gather my senses and breath, I could only nod as we left the restroom.
“Thinking raincheck on tonight.” Carter tossed over his shoulder, and the pang of disappointment hit hard. We were back to teasing, and I didn’t respond. Unsure what to say or do. Too afraid to push him away or continue this path.
We walked back to my table, and the barista winked as we passed by, and Carter chuckled. I remained silent as I picked up my Beats and my backpack.
Carter nudged my side. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I just wanted to escape him before I could no longer hide my hurt.
“What are you doing this weekend?”
“Why?” I placed my headphones around my neck, unable to look him in the face, or I might burst into tears.
“We don’t have a game. Want uninterrupted time with you. Let’s get a hotel. We can order room service, play more games, watch a movie or two, and finally finish what we keep starting. You down?”
“The whole weekend?” I met his sincere gaze, and my spirits lifted.
Carter’s lips spread into a slight smile. “Yeah. Friday to Sunday. Think you can disappear that long?”
“I can make that happen,” I promised.
“Find us a nice hotel. My treat,” Carter added quickly. “Text me the details and the cost, and I’ll hit you back.” He glancedaround the still-empty café and pulled me close to press his lips against mine. “Since classes started, it’s been crazy. Can’t promise you’ll hear from me until we meet up at the hotel, okay?”
“Okay.”
Carter kissed me again. “Later.”
“Later.”
I watched him walk out the door before I jumped up and down until I remembered I wasn’t alone when the barista didn’t try to hide his laughter. This time, embarrassed, I hurried out of the café. As I strolled to the track to catch a ride home with Grey after he finished practice, I couldn’t stop cheesing.
Next Saturday was my 21st birthday.
