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It was horrible timing on her part to start a relationship right before college midterms were set to begin. By that next Friday, she hadn’t seen David once since he dropped her off at her dorm after they spent the night together. They’d talked on the phone a few times and sent text messages back and forth, but that was a poor replacement for the real thing. Now that midterms were over and Halloween was upon them, she was finally able to relax and spend some much-needed time with David.
For the past two years, she would go with Lex and Asher to whichever frat house was hosting a Halloween party, but she still didn’t feel up to going out after everything that happened with Richard. She didn’t feel like she was losing out on anything, though. She was going to spend the evening with her boyfriend, watching movies and inhaling popcorn. Even if a small part of her wanted to go out... Just a small part.
Well, she would shove that part of her so deep down that she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“How do I look?” Lex asked.
Carrie was sitting on the couch, scrolling through their shared streaming services looking for a good movie for tonight. She turned to see Lex leaving her bedroom.
She raised her eyebrows as she took in Lex’s outfit. A wide smile grew on her face. “What are you supposed to be?” She was wearing a skin-tight black bodysuit. On top of her thick curls was a cat ear headband. She also had whiskers painted on her cheeks, and her nose was covered in black.
Lex cocked her hip and turned to the side so Carrie could see her tail. “I’m a sexy black cat.”
Carrie laughed out loud. “Why does the cat need to be sexy?” Even though the whole idea of the costume was ridiculous, Lex looked amazing in it. No one but her could pull off such a look. Carrie always thought that if they could bottle Lex’s confidence and sell it, they would never have to work a day in their lives.
“Maybe the cat had a litter of kittens that she needed to take care of so she had to turn to a job working the pole. Don’t judge,” she told Carrie jokingly.
Carrie rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You look great anyway.”
“Aw, thanks. You sure you don’t want to come? I’m sure we could come up with a costume for you before the party,” she offered.
Carrie tucked her feet under her, but before she could answer, they both heard a knock on the door. As Lex went to answer it, Carrie could see David’s hulking figure on the other side.
“Do I even want to guess what you are?” he asked as he entered their dorm.
“You’re better off not knowing,” Lex joked. She turned her attention back on Carrie. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” she repeated.
“I’m fine,” she answered, but she could tell by the way David was staring at her that he could sense she wasn’t telling the full truth.
“Really? You love going to these things.”
Carrie hesitated.
David could clearly sense her uncertainty. “Do you want to go?”
She shrugged. “The Halloween parties that the frats throw are always a blast, but I’m not sure... After everything, I just think it’s better to stay in tonight.”
David was quiet for so long that she thought he wasn’t going to say anything. “If you want to go, then I say you should, but I have one condition.”
“What is it?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I come with, that way I can make sure you're safe, and you don’t have to worry about anyone trying anything. No one’s that stupid to touch you when I’m nearby.”
“Are you sure?” she asked him. “Aren’t college parties not really your thing anymore?”
He sat on the coffee table in front of her spot on the couch. He grabbed her hands with his and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I would do anything for you, sweetheart,” he told her softly. “If you want to go to a party then we’ll go. As long as I’m with you there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Carrie looked at him for a few seconds to make sure that he was telling the truth. When she didn’t see anything but pure sincerity in his eyes, she gave his hands a squeeze in return before moving her attention to Lex who was just staring at her with hopeful eyes.
“What do you got for me?”
Lex squealed at Carrie’s words before rushing into her room to scavenge through her wardrobe for something that would be suitable for the party. Carrie tried to throw out helpful tips, but Lex was in her own world and didn’t seem to hear anything she was saying.
By the time she came skipping back into the living room, Asher was already there and waiting for her. He had on a tux and a pair of sunglasses, and his hair was slicked back.
“What are you supposed to be?” Carrie had asked him when she opened the door.
“I’m from the movie Men in Black. Every guy loves a guy in a tux,” he told her with a wink.
“You look very dapper,” she had told him.
When Lex came out of her room, Carrie groaned the moment she saw what was in her hands.
“Why do you have a cheerleading costume in your closet?”
“It’s from high school. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away; it should fit you perfectly.”
Carrie rolled her eyes. “I’m not wearing that.” She couldn’t imagine being comfortable in something that showed so much skin. She didn’t have nearly a third of Lex’s confidence to pull that kind of costume off.
“It’ll look great on you. Come on. Please?” she begged. Maybe Carrie could’ve turned her down, but she brought out the puppy dog eyes that she knew could break even the strongest of people.
“Fine,” Carrie groaned. She might end up regretting her choice, but she couldn’t stand letting her closest friend down.
“Yay! And while you’re getting ready, we’ll get David here all sorted out.” At the look on David’s face, you would’ve thought Lex had told him they were going to remove his toenails. Carrie laughed at the expression on his face before taking the bundle of clothes from Lex and going to her room to change.
The top of the uniform was long-sleeved, but it was cropped to show a lot of her belly. No matter how much she tried to pull it down, she couldn’t magically make the fabric grow. The skirt went to the middle of her thighs. Overall, she was showing a lot more skin than she was normally used to. She picked a pair of tennis shoes from her closet and put her hair up in a high ponytail. She applied on a small amount of makeup, just enough to give her a sliver of extra confidence. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she went out to the living room.
Her hands came up to cover her mouth as she giggled. Somehow Lex had convinced David to let her draw on his white t-shirt. She had written Gaines U on the front with his old hockey number below it. When she spun him around, Carrie saw Clarke on the back and his number repeated below that.
Lex spoke up. “I know they normally don’t have cheerleaders for hockey, but I thought that for tonight we could change that.”
David gave her a heart-stopping smile that took her breath away. He could be wearing a potato sack, and she would still think he was the hottest man in the world.
When she walked closer to David, he pulled her against his body and captured her mouth with his. “I’m quickly learning that I would do just about anything for you, woman,” he growled against her lips before pulling away to send her a wink.
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WHEN THEY GOT TO THE party, Carrie was reminded why she loved these kinds of things. It wasn’t for the drinking; it was for the sense of camaraderie that she felt when she was surrounded by people her age who were just having fun. Most of these people she didn’t talk to on a regular basis, but here, surrounded by the pulsing beats of the music, she felt like they were the same.
David grabbed her hand when they exited his truck and didn’t let go of it as he followed Lex to the back of the house where the kitchen was located.
“What can I get you?” he asked her when it was their turn to serve themselves.
“Are you drinking anything?”
He shook his head. “I want you to have fun, so I’m staying stone cold sober. I’ll just have water.”
“Are you sure?” She felt like she was ruining his night; she should’ve just stayed in at the dorm and watched a movie with him. That way he would feel comfortable having a beer or two. He must’ve seen the conflicting feelings in her eyes because he swung the arm that was still holding her hand over her shoulder without once losing contact with her skin.
“I’m fine. I’m actually looking forward to watching you tonight. I couldn’t very well do that last year with John keeping anyone interested ten feet away from you. Tonight, I’ll be able to watch every... little... thing.” He punctuated the last three words with his kisses—one on her forehead, then her eyelid, and finally brushing against her lips.
She decided on whiskey with a dash of lemonade. Once he filled her cup, he led her into the kitchen where they stood against the wall and watched the spectacle that was a college party unfold around them.
As they finished their drinks, they came up with stories about some of the people.
“That girl over there,” she said while gesturing with her chin towards a girl in a playboy bunny outfit, “she just had her heart broken by her boyfriend of three years. Now she’s out looking for someone to be her rebound.”
“That guy with the Ghostbusters suit on,” David pointed out, “has never been with a woman before. He’s vowed that tonight that’s going to change. He’s going to show a lucky girl just how his ghost gun works.”
They were doubled over in laughter by the time she drank the last of her whiskey. He took her cup from her hand and threw both of their drinks away in the nearest trash bag.
“Now, I think someone owes me a dance,” he told her once his hands were empty.
“I owe you?” she asked with a laugh.
“You definitely do. You did let Lex come near me with a marker. Did I mention that it was permanent?”
She rolled her eyes at the way he pouted, but she wasn’t about to turn down the chance to dance with him. She couldn’t even count how many times she’d watched him at one of these parties and wished that it was her who was pressed up against him.
Oh, if her 18-year-old self could see her now, she would be passing out with excitement.
He led the way to the edge of the dance floor and pulled her body flush against his. His hand burned against her skin, especially where it touched her bare flesh underneath her top. Chills erupted all over her body.
They moved to the beat and got lost in each other. She couldn’t imagine being this open with someone other than him. The longer they danced, the more confidence she seemed to gain. When the music changed to a more sultry note, she turned in his arms so her back was against his chest. As her ass moved against him, she could feel a certain part of his anatomy growing hard. She probably should’ve stopped, but the whiskey had clearly gone to her head. Her body was flushed as she brought her arms around her to grab hold of the hair that was at the nape of his neck. She knew how much he loved the feeling of her fingers in his hair. She tugged not so softly and heard his quiet moan against the skin of her neck.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he whispered against her ear. His hands were roaming her stomach; she could sense that he wanted to feel the rest of her, but he kept himself in check since they were surrounded by people. A fact that she needed to keep reminding herself about.
“Uh huh. You?” she gasped out. He might have only been touching her stomach, but with the way her body was lighting up, it almost felt like he was touching her core. She could’ve probably come alone with just the feeling of his body moving against hers.
“I certainly am. So much that I’m tempted to take you somewhere and show you just how happy I am.”
She wasn’t sure how long they grinded against each other, but when his fingers started to dip below her skirt, she knew that she needed to get him alone before she combusted from all of her pent-up lust.
“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked him.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He took her hand and guided her towards the front door. She was glad then that Asher had decided to drive himself, that way Lex wouldn’t be stranded. Once they were in the truck, she sent her friends a quick text to tell them where she was going. She then turned her full attention toward the hot hockey player that was next to her.
“Your place or mine?” he asked.
“Definitely yours.” She wanted him all to herself, and she didn’t want to have to worry about being quiet. She had a feeling that tonight would be no holds barred; she was practically giddy at the thought.
Once he started his truck, he placed his hand on her upper thigh, right underneath the hem of her ridiculously short skirt.
She would have to thank Lex later.
She knew what he wanted to do, but she had other things in mind. She placed her hand on his thigh and slowly traced a path with her fingers to his zipper. He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand against his growing cock through the denim of his pants.
“What are you doing?”
She smiled coyly. “Just focus on driving, baby.”
She unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. She practically drooled at the sight of his hard length. If she wasn’t so determined to taste him, then she would’ve had him pull over by now. She bent over and took his head between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip before bringing as much as she could fit into her mouth. What she couldn't fit, she rubbed with her hand.
He dropped a hand from the steering wheel and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She grew unbelievably wetter when his hands pulled her strands.
“Fucking hell, you’re such a dirty girl. Aren’t you, my little minx?” he groaned. She wasn’t sure how close they were to his house, but she wasn’t letting up. She took him even deeper until she felt him touch the back of her throat. The way he tugged her hair told her how much he liked that feeling.
She felt the truck stop, but she didn’t make any movement signaling that she was going to pull away. Eventually, he had to force her away.
“If you go any longer, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he gasped.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she told him sweetly.
He laughed darkly. “You act all sweet and innocent; you have everyone fooled, but not me. I know exactly who you are, my naughty little minx.” He crushed his lips against hers. When she gasped into his mouth, he thrust his tongue inside. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths until she had to pull away to breathe.
“I want to fuck you right here,” he told her huskily.
Instead of replying, she sat back and slipped off her lacy underwear. She placed it on his dashboard and then looked at him in defiance.
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
He growled before grabbing her hand and pulling her on his lap so she was straddling him. He pulled his pants down so they fell to his feet before he rubbed the head of his cock against her sensitive pussy.
“You want my cock, minx?”
“I want it. I want your cock.” She could barely get the words out before he thrusted inside her. She cried out at the feeling of him. It was like she could feel everything. Absolutely everything.
That was when she realized that they hadn’t put on a condom.
“What about a condom?” she gasped into his mouth.
He stilled her body and pulled away so he could look into her eyes. “Are you on the pill?”
She nodded. “I’m clean too.”
“Same here.” He brought his hands up from her hips so they were against her cheeks. “I’ve never gone bare before.”
She smiled widely at that news and, without any further conversation, she continued rocking against him. He understood what she was trying to tell him and his hands went from her cheeks to the nape of her neck where he pulled her hair.
When he could sense that she was near, he trailed one hand to her trembling clit and flicked it in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take more than a few moments before she went off in his lap. She expected him to continue pounding into her, but instead, he stilled and waited until she was back on Earth.
“I hope you’re not too tired,” he told her with a grin, “because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He put pressure on her hips so he could slip out of her. He opened his door to help her down and then followed suit. She started to walk towards the door that led out to his apartment—she’d never been more thankful that he had a garage not too far from his front door—but before she could make it more than a few steps, he put his arms around her waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered against her ear.
“To the house?” Her answer came out sounding more like a question.
“No, my little minx. I want you here, right against my truck. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined fucking you against the hood.” She grew wetter at the image he was painting in her head.
He led her to the hood in question and placed a hand on her upper back to signal that he wanted her to bend over. The metal of the truck felt warm against the already heated skin of her stomach. He flipped her skirt over so he had a full view of her behind and sent a stinging slap to her right cheek.
“That’s what you get for blowing me in the car.” He slapped the other cheek. “And that’s for making me want to fuck you right there on the dance floor.” She had a feeling that her ass was bright red, but instead of being turned off, she couldn’t help another wave of arousal that flew through her body. He ran a hand through her slit and hissed when he could tell how wet she was. “My little minx really likes to be punished, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for a response before he lined his cock up with her entrance and thrusted inside her. She cried out at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her body. He had one hand in her hair and another one on her hip as he pounded inside her like his life depended on it. Like this was their last time together and he wanted to leave her body with the imprint of his cock.
She could tell when he got closer due to the way his thrusts sped up. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to come again when he moved his hand from her hip to her overly sensitized clit. He rubbed it a few times before sending a harsh slap to her center. She gasped at the feeling of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
“I want you to come for me again, minx. Do it for me.”
He sent another slap to her nub, and she was screaming out as her orgasm barrelled into her full force. Her throat was raw, but she couldn’t help the loud sounds that were coming out of her. David must’ve liked it, though, because his thrusts sped up before he stilled inside her and groaned into the garage. She felt his cum fill her already dripping pussy.
She never thought that sex with David could get better but, fuck, was she wrong.