Cara looks at me curiously as I pull her along. When we get to her house, she opens up the door and takes the lead this time.
“Come on.”
I follow behind her, inhaling the scent that I smell on this woman every time I’m with her. It’s intoxicating. Her floral, clean scent makes me feel a comfort I’ve never had before.
“This is it. My room.” She says as she creaks open the door. I’ve never been in her room before. I inspect the small area with the messy bed in front of me with the sheets rumpled up in the middle. Her dresser drawers are half hanging out with clothes bursting out of each one of them. Her room is a mess.
I look at her and lift up my eyebrows. She looks around her room and then looks back at me with a tinge of pink lighting her cheeks. Embarrassment. “Shut up. Not like yours is much better.”
She’s wrong. Mine is better, but only because my room is too empty to make a mess in. Hers is filled with so much shit.
“Well, are you going to come in or just stand in the doorway all night?” Cara turns around and sits on her bed, pulling out her joint and lighting it up. “Or you can come over here and smoke this joint with me?” She slides over a few inches and pats the spot next to her.
The seduction in her voice doesn’t go undetected.
I walk over to the bed and sit down. Cara takes another hit, inhaling the smoke deep into her lungs. She looks at me, and I dive in. Connecting my lips with hers, I slide my tongue against hers as she blows the smoke into my mouth. I inhale, loving the burn it creates in my lungs.
I release from her as I let the smoke out, coughing a few times as Cara passes the joint to me. She stands up and walks in front of me. I take a hit of the joint and watch as Cara gives me the fuck-me eyes that are becoming more and more frequent when we’re together.
Cara is a spitfire out of the bedroom, but when we’re together, she continues to grow more and more bold. She’s never been a shy person, but this wild woman in front of me takes me off guard sometimes.
“We’ve been together a few times now.” She crisscrosses her hands over her hips to the edges of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. No bra. Just her nice, round, petite tits stand at attention directly in front of my face.
I peel my eyes off her chest and look her in the eye. Nodding, I take another hit and pass it off to her. Not because I want to share the damn joint with her. I want my hands to be free. She might think she likes to be in charge in the bedroom, but the moment I put my hands on her she melts into a pile of willing limbs.
“I don’t really know what it is we’re doing.” I shrug at her words. What does it matter? What the fuck is she getting at? I feel like it was just yesterday that Logan died, which makes me want to fucking puke, to be honest. Another part of me feels like I’ve been sleeping with Cara for years. The connection I have with her is confusing but seamless. It took nothing but a few drinks for us to fall into each other, but the thoughts beneath our actions are filled with an endless code that has no answer. We have no answer, so I’m not sure what the purpose is behind her words.
She takes a hit, and I reach forward as she coughs, grabbing onto her left nipple and pinching it. Her body arches, her tits seeking out my rough fingertips as her eyes fog over.
I don’t want to solve her riddles or answer her questions, so I do the next best thing. I make her feel so good she forgets the English language.
I wrap my fingers around her tiny waist and pull her over to me. She lifts the last of the joint up to my lips, and I take a hit off the roach and grab it out of her fingers, stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray.
Through the smoke-filled room I see her nipples pointed in my face, and my mouth waters at their pinkish hue. Fucking phenomenal tits.
I lean forward and take a breast into my mouth, sliding my teeth along nipple and then going onto the next one. Cara cries out, and it makes me lose it. Every single time she cries out, it’s like a shot straight to my dick. I grow hard instantly, and she notices because she grinds down hard into my lap.
She grabs onto my face, her nails digging into my cheeks as she tries to pull me up to her mouth. That’s always how our sex is—always a little pain involved. I don’t know about Cara, but it’s the pain that gets me riled the fuck up.
Cara kisses me, and it’s a battle of tongues as our teeth mash and bite each other. I reach down and grab a handful of her ass and lift her slightly, and with my free hand I unbutton and slide my hard cock out. I slide my hand between her shorts and feel the wetness spreading to her thighs.
I let out a grunt and close my eyes when Cara tries to spread her legs even further. She leans forward and grabs onto the collar of my shirt and pulling, and I hear the thread rip as the shirt falls over my shoulder. My eyes pop open, and I look into Cara’s eyes that have turned into a fucking tornado of lust. She leans down to my shoulder and bites down on that sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder.
Then my control snaps.
I grab onto the fabric between her thighs and pull, feeling the fabric tear open enough for me to slip my cock through. I stick my fingers between her folds and feel her juices drench my fingers. Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I spread her wetness up and down, lubricating myself with her fluids. Fucking hell, this girl is going to drive me insane. It feels so damn good that I could bust just from this.
“Come on.” Cara grunts, grinding into the air and searching for my dick to fill her.
I line up with her, and pull her hips down, nearly exploding from her heat as it envelopes me completely.
“Shit.” I mouth. I watch through hooded eyes as Cara rides me like a fucking stallion. She grinds her hips and circles them around, and around, and fucking around again. My eyes almost fall out of their sockets and my legs quake as the sensations run through my body at lightning speed. I feel like I’m about to explode, and it’s embarrassingly soon so I slam my hands down on her sides to stop her movements.
Looking into her eyes, I watch as lust drips from hers like honey. I bruise her sides, squeezing them so tightly I almost mash my fingers together.
I stare at her in the eyes, communicating with her because I’ve never been one with words, mostly when it comes to my own emotions. And right now, my emotions are on overdrive. My dick pulses inside of her, and Cara whimpers.
“Please, Jax.” Jax. I’ve never had a nickname. Well, not a kind nickname. Something in my chest swells, and I can’t fucking take it, so I pull her off my lap so slightly and piston my cock inside of her. Cara moans so loudly the walls shake, and it only makes me fuck her harder. Tears spring to her eyes and fall down her cheeks and finally—finally—I explode inside of her. Letting out a grunt, I slam her hips down on me one last time and keep her on me. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I pulse inside of her and feel her clench around me in a vice.