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TWO

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Taryn

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Carter walks me up to my third-floor condo. At the door, he grabs my hand, rubbing it to impart warmth. The icy Colorado wind blows a small snowdrift up onto my welcome mat and swirls around our feet.

“Are you going to invite me in?” he asks, those eyes piercing me once again.

“Um, do you want to come in?” I ask, feeling shy and nervous but biting back a smile.

He gently grabs the keys from my hand. “Here, let me.” He unlocks and opens the door and indicates for me to go in.

“I’m gonna stay with you for a while, okay? I don’t think either of us should be alone.” He closes and locks the door, then sets my keys on my dining room table.

“Sit,” he says, pointing to my second-hand sofa.

I obey and watch as he rummages through my cabinets. “Do you want coffee?”

I shake my head. I don’t need to be any more jittery than I already am. Carter Lockwood is standing in my condo and I can’t wrap my head around all the emotions that are swirling around it. This day has been so weird.

He grabs a beer from my fridge that I didn’t even realize Eric had left there from Superbowl, and yanks the lid off with his bare hand. He stands in my dinky kitchen and stares are me while taking a sip.

“You okay?” he asks.

I shake my head and look down at my hands in my lap.

He sets the bottle down on the counter and comes to sit next to me. “I’m sorry for everything today,” he says quietly, putting his hand to my face.

An unexpected shiver of desire races through me, and everything is happening so fast, but so slow, I’m having trouble processing it.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry you and your family are going through this. Your mom is obviously beside herself. How are you doing with all of this?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I don’t think I can process anything until I know how much time he’s going to do. Then I can move on. Or try to.” I fight back tears again, but his hand on my face and the other on my bare knee, just below my skirt, is calming me. Soothing me.

But it’s also arousing me and that makes me feel guilty.

“You’ll be okay. Eric will be okay,” he murmurs.

I gaze into his endless ocean eyes, ones that used to haunt my dreams and replace the heroes in my teen romance novels. “I haven’t asked how you’re doing. You’re Eric’s best friend. This can’t be easy, since—”

He cuts off my words with his lips. They’re both soft and commanding, and a little squeak and then a long moan escapes mine. I sigh and loop my arms around his neck. He quickly pulls me into his lap, and soon I’m straddling him. We’re making out like a couple of teenagers and I’m so into it.

Gone are the thoughts about Eric.

Gone is my sadness.

Gone are thoughts about my mom, who I hope is resting like the dead with the help of Lord Vallum.

We make out on the couch for a while. I feel like a teenager kissing my first crush. But this isn’t another teenager, this is the very adult and sexy Carter. Suddenly, he picks me up, still kissing me, and takes me to my dark bedroom, and then our clothes go flying.

Once I’m down to my black satin bra and black thong, he gazes at my body appreciatively and a blue flame of desire ignites in his eyes. I suck in a breath as my eyes travel the length of his body, his large package behind his boxers looking like it’s straining to be released. I swallow hard, suddenly very nervous.

Carter then leans down, wraps me in his arms, and kisses me again, our tongues dueling, our breaths mingling. He reaches behind and unclasps my bra, which falls to the floor before I lean onto my back on the bed. I watch as he slides out of his boxer briefs and his large erection springs free.

Am I really doing this? Am I going to have sex with Carter Lockwood? More concerning is—Is that thing going to even fit?

He climbs onto the bed and lies on top of me, my small breasts exposed to him as he puts one into his mouth. My peaked nipple pebbles in response to his warm tongue and I whimper in response. That sensation sends desire straight to the apex between my legs. I roll my hips, wishing he’d just put it inside me and satisfy that throbbing ache there.

After laving each nipple generously, I’m sure my juices are probably staining my bedspread. Carter leans down and begins peppering kisses down my stomach and then a line between each hipbone. While looking at me intensely, he sides off my panties and groans when his gaze lands on my sex. I hold back a gasp. I want to cover it up. I don’t want him looking so intently at my most intimate part.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before spreading my lips apart.

I relax at his words and watch with wide eyes as his tongue darts out and slides up my clit. Then, I cry out. I’ve never felt something so electric or erotic in my life. My hips roll of their own volition, wanting more.

More.

“Carter...” I whimper.

When he inserts two fingers inside me, I moan loudly and grip his hair. His tongue devours my needy little bud and I feel pleasure swirling deep inside my belly. I cry out again. “Carter!”

He pulls off my clit and replaces his tongue with his fingers. “That’s right, Taryn. Let the climax engulf you. Let it take you over.” He swirls his fingers again, pushing down before sliding two from the opposite hand inside. I feel something deep inside my belly causing me to shake. “Give in to it. Let the pleasure envelop your entire body,” he demands.

I heave in deep breaths. I’ve never felt anything like this. My body is about to explode. I can’t take it anymore.

“Yes, come for me, Taryn. Give me that orgasm. I need to feel it on my fingers.” He leans down. “I need to feel it on my tongue.” He licks me from my taint to the tip of my clit, then sucks hard. When one hand reaches my nipple and twists, I scream.

My cries don’t stop. My hips roll and buck while he tries to keep his latch on my very sensitive bud. Then, he pops off and replaces his fingers again, massaging and rubbing. “Oh, keep coming for me, Taryn, let it all out, love.”

Tears leak from my eyes as my body begins to calm.

“Yes, that’s it. Relax. Good girl.” He continues to rub me, then shoves two fingers inside me. “So tight.” He massages my tight hole by making circles. “I need you ready for me.”

My eyes open lazily and I stare at him. His are crazy with desire, and as my gaze travels the length of his perfectly chiseled chest and abs, I stare at his dick once more, which is jutting straight out and almost seems... purple.

I want it. I want it inside of me so badly.

“Please,” I whimper, my arms open. “Please, Carter.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, Taryn?” he asks breathily.

I nod.

“Say it,” he demands.

“I want you to fuck me, Carter. Please. Please,” I beg shamelessly.

He leans up on his knees, grabs a condom I hadn’t noticed from the bed, and rolls it over his cock.

“You ready for me?” he asks as he pushes my thighs apart with his large hands and begins kissing me once more. It only takes a minute or so and I’m rolling my hips, widening my legs, gripping his hard ass, wanting him inside me more than anything.

Grabbing both hands, he pins them above my head and kisses me again. While his tongue rolls around with mine, I feel him probing my entrance.

This is it. We’re going to do it... Carter and I are going to have sex.

“Please,” I whisper a second before he slides himself inside.

I gasp and wince. It hurts and pinches. I widen my legs and lift my hips, hoping to ease the pain. He pulls all the way out, then thrusts again slowly, and this time, it’s a bit better. Easier.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m a bit much to take, but you got this,” he whispers in my ear.

I nod and close my eyes. He kisses me again and then treats me to another slow thrust, all the way to the hilt.

I could get used to this.

Slowly, I calm down and let my body acclimate to his. He pumps into me again, and this time... oh! Oh... my goodness. That friction on my most sensitive spot is just what I need.

“Yes,” I breathe into his ear, his hands still pinning mine above my head. I break one hand free to rake my nails down his back. When it reaches his ass, I squeeze and push, wanting all of him. “More.”

“Fuck,” he breathes into my ear. “You’re so damn tight. I don’t think I can hang on, love. I need you to come for me again, sweet Taryn. Orgasm on my cock, baby. Now.”

I nod and close my eyes, losing myself in the sensations. His sweaty body. His hard chest rubbing on my rock-hard nipples. His cock hitting that sweet spot. His sweet but filthy words that are arousing me so much.

Carter Lockwood. In my bedroom. Making love to me. How many times had I fantasized about this? How many nights had my teenage self touched myself to this fantasy?

I instinctively raise my hips to meet his, wrapping one leg around his waist as that pleasurable pressure builds. And builds. It’s getting higher. I’m so high.

I need it. I need the release so bad, it’s like my life depends on it.

I recognize the wave now. It’s coming. I’m coming!

“Oh, my God,” I cry, the climax bearing down on me and rushing straight through the lower half of my body. My legs shake. “I’m coming, Carter!”

I explode, my walls squeezing tightly around him as he furiously pumps in and out of me. I see stars behind my eyelids. My breaths are short and shallow. I feel like I’m going to pass out. My whole body is engulfed in flames.

“Open your eyes,” he demands breathily. “Now, Taryn.”

I obey and have trouble keeping them open, the orgasm nearly blinding.

Without breaking eye contact, he stills his movements and groans loudly, pushing up on his hands and thrusting one last hard jerk. “Fuck!” I can feel his dick spasming inside me.

My body relaxes and his does too, collapsing on top of me, our slick bodies sticking together. He pulls out and rolls off me, lying next to me.

“That was... insane,” he breathes.

“I agree,” I say, staring at the ceiling and wishing he would reach for me. Touch me. Hold me.

He gets up and goes into the bathroom, and I watch his magnificent, muscular ass stride in there before the door closes. I hear the water running and begin to drift off to sleep.

When I wake hours later, it’s one a.m. and Carter is nowhere to be found. I’m tucked under the sheets. I look around. His clothes are gone. I get up and wander into the living room. The beer bottle is empty and in the trash.

I plop down on my sofa and frown. Carter Lockwood just took my virginity and didn’t even say goodbye.

Asshole.