Carina – Now
Ilookedoutsidethewindowat the Las Vegas Strip, still in shock and disbelief that I’d woken up naked and between two men. I couldn’t wrap my brain around what had happened. It was crazy.
It was a total cliché.
There was a knock on the bathroom door but I didn’t get a chance to answer before I heard it open. I flicked my gaze to it and watched Jacques slip in, close it, then take a step forward.
“Hey,” he murmured, a small smile tilting his lips up.
I sputtered. “Hey?” I asked, my voice pitched high. Panic pulsed through me at the thought of how I would resist him in all his hard, naked glory. I had to end this. Right now. But it was not a conversation to have while naked.
“I, ah….” He exhaled and color rose in his cheeks. “I wanted to check on you. We were a little rough with you last night.”
“I’m… fine,” I gritted out, begging my traitorous body not to give in to temptation.
Concern had Jacques drawing his brows together and tilting his lips down. He strode across the room and lifted my chin until I was staring into his beautiful whiskey-colored eyes.
“Are you sore? I… I’m not sure how much experience you’ve had with anal, and I was wasted. I didn’t take as much care of you as I should have.”
“You took—” I cleared my throat to stop the rasp in my voice and shook my head. He was impossible to resist. “You took good care of me.”
“Can I check you over? I just want to make sure I didn’t tear anything.”
“Are you shitting me?” I asked, my eyes as wide as saucers. “You want to look at my asshole?”
He snorted out a laugh, his dick bobbing as he did. It was like a metronome, absolutely mesmerizing, and I had to drag my gaze away from it.
“I actually want to stick my finger up your ass, if we’re getting specific.” He mumbled something else that I didn’t quite catch, but it sounded a lot like, “And my dick.”
“Fucking kill me now,” I muttered, but I wasn’t angry or even that embarrassed. He’d done worse to me last night—so had Travis. But if he got his talented fingers anywhere near me, that would be the end of it. I’d be bending over and offering myself for his taking. I had no self-restraint whatsoever.
“Please, Carina,” he murmured, his eyes imploring.
I couldn’t do this. Not if I had any hope of salvaging my friendship with Sophia. I turned away from him and gripped the sink for strength.
He was behind me in a flash, his hands on my waist. He ran them up and down my sides, his fingers trailing over my soft rolls and leaving a trail of tingles in their wake.
“Have you ever had anal before?” he murmured, raising gooseflesh over my skin. “Fingers? A cock?” He nuzzled the side of my neck as he spoke before he slid his hands around my belly and pulled me back against him.
I leaned into his embrace, and the moment I did, he started moving his hands once more, caressing every inch of my body.
We stood like that, watching each other in the mirror as he sucked on my earlobe and brushed his thumbs over my hardened nipples. Instinctively, I arched into him, and his dick painted a stripe of precum along the small of my back. I stifled my moan, and he shook his head.
“Let it out. I want to hear you moan my name again. I want to feel your tight body surrounding me,” he confessed. “You’re the woman of my dreams, and you’re here naked with me. All I can think about is last night. I want to do it again. Do everything again.”
God, I wanted that too. My pussy was throbbing, and I was desperate to be stretched around his or Travis’s dick.
But now that I was sober, I had to tell him the truth. I had to explain why I couldn’t just give in to the desire whipping through me.
“Your mum.” I shook my head sadly. “She’s going to kill me. It’ll be the end of our friendship.”
“Mom doesn’t need to know,” he challenged.
“We can’t keep this a secret. I’ll never forgive myself for lying to her and your father.”
“We’re not lying.” He trailed his fingertips down over my belly to my pussy, stopping just shy, which scrambled my brain. “But even if Mom and Dad do find out, they’ll deal with it. I’m an adult. You’re an adult. I’ve wanted you forever.”
“Forever is longer than twelve hours, Jacques,” I griped, hating that I was being the voice of reason here when all I wanted was for him to slide his fingers just a touch lower.
