Bastard (13 page)

I continue walking backwards as he stalks towards me. Eventually my back comes into contact with the wall. Shit. Closing the distance between us, he places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. Leaning forward he pushes his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. I’m trapped.

“Get out of my room,” I sneer as I try to push him off me. As mad as he is with me right now, I’m surprised I’m not scared of him.

“I don’t think so,” he says, roughly grabbing hold of my face and tilting it up so my eyes meet his. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Well you thought wrong,” I retort narrowing my eyes at him. Who in the hell does he think he is?

“After everything I told you about him, you still invited him over?”

“Yep,” I say smugly, because it’s none of his business why Brad was here. He growls angrily in my face. Fuck him. He can think what he likes. You didn’t see me ripping that pink-haired bimbo out of his window the other night, even though the thought did cross my mind at the time.

“You wanna act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one,” he says, roughly bringing his lips down to mine. I’m shocked. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. I wasn’t expecting him to insinuate I was acting like a slut either. How dare he? What a hypocrite. He’s the whore, not me.

I try to push him away for all of a second. His kiss is hard, bruising almost. Nothing like the sweet kiss we shared last time. But it’s hot. Smoking hot. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about having his lips on me again. I hate him and lust over him all in the same breath.

Fisting his shirt in my hands, I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He groans into my mouth. “You want this don’t you?” he breathes, thrusting his erection into my stomach.

“No,” I lie, but the answer is yes. I want him so bad. I want him to do all the things that he has done to those other girls, to me. How pathetic is that?

  His fingers glide down the sides of my body until he’s cupping my arse in his hands. He easily lifts me off the ground and my legs wrap around his waist. His hardness is pressing right against my centre giving me the friction I crave. Leaning my head back against the wall, I moan. The feeling is exquisite. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I dig the heels of my feet into his back, bringing him even closer as I grind myself against him.

His mouth moves across my jaw and down my neck. “Your body is telling me you want me. Stop denying it,” he says into the crook of my neck.

“You’re full of yourself. I don’t,” I pant. Another lie. He chuckles against my skin. Lifting his head, he looks me in the eye.

“If I was to touch you now, I know you’d be wet.” I know I would be too, but I’m not going to admit it.

“Well you’d be wrong.” He cocks one of his eyebrows. I know it’s a challenge.

“We’ll just see about that,” he says with a cocky smile as his hand slips into the waistband of my yoga pants. Oh God. He’s going to know I’m lying, but surprisingly I don’t care. I want him to touch me there. No, I need him to. “Your panties are soaked,” he groans pulling back to look at me. “Now tell me you still don’t want me.”
The anger I saw in his eyes when he pinned me against the wall has vanished. It’s now replaced with red hot desire. The way he’s looking at me right now has my heart beating out of my chest. “So you don’t want me to do this then?” he asks, pressing his fingers in a circular motion against my clit.

“No,” I lie as my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone before, but I want this. I want him. Badly.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes as his fingers move inside the silk fabric of my underwear and slide through my wetness. “What about this, then?” he asks as his fingers continue their assault on my clit. I feel my face flush. I hate that he knows how wet I am for him.

“No,” I whimper. God. It feels amazing. Nobody but me has ever touched down there. I love how his fingers are making me feel. Unexpectedly, I don’t feel as nervous as I thought I would being in a situation like this. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because it happened so fast, and I had no time to overthink things, or if it’s because it’s with Carter. Either way, I’m tempted to scream out,
Don’t you dare fucking stop.

“So you definitely wouldn’t want me to do this then?” he breathes, slipping a finger inside me. “Christ. So wet. So tight,” he growls out as his eyes shut.

“No. Definitely not that,” I moan pushing my pelvis further into his hand.

“I’ll stop then,” he says, stilling his fingers. My eyes shoot open to find him smiling at me.
Bastard.
He slowly slides his fingers out, so I reach down between us and grab a hold of his wrist. Shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to get me to admit that I want him.
Never.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe and his smile widens. My head is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t believe a simple touch is capable of igniting such pleasure. The rougher he is, the more intense the feelings become. Why don’t I feel like this when I touch myself? Damn him and his magical fingers. He’s playing me like a skilled musician would play their instrument.

“Why don’t you want me to stop?” he asks smugly. I narrow my eyes at him.

“Because …”

“Because why?”

“Just because it feels good, doesn’t mean I want you,” I say, and his smile widens, revealing his perfect, white teeth. The way he looks when he smiles like that is a sight I can tell you. It takes my damn breath away.

“Oh you fucking want me,” he says all cocky. “You don’t have to admit it,
kid
. Your dripping pussy tells me everything I need to know.” He smirks before sliding his fingers back into my panties and through my wetness. His eyes close again. “
Everything I need to know
,” he breathes.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“No. I think it’s you that’s full of me,” he says pushing two fingers inside me.

“Oh God,” I moan. My hands move up to his shoulders for leverage. Digging my nails into his flesh through his shirt, I push my hips towards his hand.

“My name’s Carter, not God.” He’s such a smartarse. Ignoring him, I continue to ride his delicious hand. It feels wonderful. Amazing. I’m so close.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he commands. “I want you to see who is making you feel like this … Who’s giving you pleasure.”
He called me beautiful.

Doing as he asks, my eyelids open as I gaze into his hauntingly stunning brown eyes. He’s smiling at me again. “Deny it all you want. We both know the truth. If I was to slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours, you’d be begging me for more.” Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before. His filthy mouth only turns me on more. Picking up the pace, I continue moving my hips against his hand. “Yes. Fuck my fingers,” he growls.

My fingernails dig further into his shoulders. “I’m … I’m …” I’m trying to say I’m coming but the words are lost as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my body. “Ohhh, Carter,” I moan as I throw my head back.

“Yes. Yes, that’s it. Come for me, beautiful. I love hearing you say my name like that,” he breathes as his fingers continue their assault.
I love hearing him call me beautiful.
“Fuck that was hot,” he says as his lips trail a path across my jaw until they find mine. “I almost blew in my pants just watching you come undone.”

His fingers are still inside me. I slide my hands up his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss. If he can make me feel like this with only his hand, I can’t wait to see how it feels when we go all the way.

Suddenly, he pulls out of the kiss. He removes his fingers and steps back. My legs slide down his until my feet hit the ground. I watch as his hand moves up towards his mouth. He pops his fingers inside and licks off my juices. “Mmm. You taste as sweet as I thought you would,” he groans, closing his eyes like he’s savouring the taste. I find this incredibly hot. “Is this what you brought Brad over for?” he asks when he opens his eyes again.

“What? No. We had an English assignment to do together,” I confess. He smiles. I guess he likes my answer.

“Have you ever let anyone touch you the way I just did?” he asks.

“No,” I admit honestly. I’ve touched myself on occasions, but I’m not telling him that. All these questions are killing the mood. I wish he’d just shut up and take me the way I want him to.

“Good. Make sure it stays that way,” he commands as he takes another step away from me. He abruptly turns and walks towards the window. What? That’s it? This is as far as it’s going to go? Why am I suddenly overcome with disappointment? “If I find a guy at your window again, I’m going to tell your father.”
What the hell?

I’m instantly consumed with rage. How dare he come over here, scare off Brad, give me the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had, and then walk away as if nothing happened?

“Fuck you, Carter Reynolds,” I spit. I reach down and pick up one of my shoes off the floor, throwing it at him. It hits him square in the back of the head.
Bullseye.
Take that you bastard.

He laughs as he reaches up and rubs his head before jumping down off the windowsill and disappearing into the darkness. The fact that he finds this humorous only makes me angrier.
Arsehole.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Carter

When I headed over to her place earlier, I was fuming. Ready to tear that fucker a new arsehole. Now I’m leaving with a huge motherfucking smile on my face. Well, I might be smiling, but my cock isn’t. Crazy. Everything about her makes me fucking crazy. Christ it was hard to walk away from her just now. It took every ounce of strength I had.

I never intended for that to happen. It was the last thing I expected. When I had her pinned up against the wall, my hand roughly holding her face, her cheeks slightly squashed making her sexy-as-hell lips pucker, I had to kiss her.

Those delicious lips of hers will be the death of me. And now I have the memory of her pussy to contend with. The way she moved when my fingers were deep inside her. Those little fucking noises she made when I brought her undone. No woman has ever had me as turned on as much as she just did. What I wanted to do was sink my cock into that heavenly pussy of hers. She would’ve let me, too. I know it.

When she admitted nobody had touch her that way, it not only made me happy, but it also confirmed that I couldn’t screw her. As much as I would like to be her first, it should be with someone special. Someone that’s going to treasure her like she deserves. That’s not me. I’m only out for a good time. Nothing more.

After I jump through my bedroom window, I head straight to the shower. I’m gonna have to do something I haven’t done since I was fifteen.
Flog my log
. If I don’t get rid of this boner I’ll never get to sleep tonight. 

••••

Going by the shoe she threw at the back of my head last night, I kind of figured she wouldn’t be waiting for a lift this morning. I knock on her front door just in case. When she doesn’t answer, I jump in the car and head towards the bus stop. She
will
be riding to school with me this morning, whether she likes it or not.

“Get in the car,” I demand when I pull up beside her.

“I don’t think so,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes. Christ, I love her attitude, but this free bus stop entertainment for all the onlookers has got to stop.

“Are you going to make me count again?” I sigh in frustration. This shit is getting old. She’s not alone at the bus stop this morning, but if she thinks it’s going to stop me from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her arse in the car again, she’s mistaken.

A smile tugs at my lips as I watch her look around at the other commuters. All eyes are trained on her. I know I’ve won as soon as her shoulders slump and she lets out a deflated breath.

“Fine, arsehole,” she says sharply as she storms around the front of the car, making her way to the passenger side. It only makes my smile grow with satisfaction. Having the upper hand when it comes to her is the best feeling ever.

“Sleep well last night, Princess?” I ask once she’s settled in beside me. She ignores me. After the orgasm I gave her, I bet she slept like a baby. “I did,” I add. “I fell asleep with your delicious scent all around me.” I move my fingers up towards my nose when she looks in my direction.

“Ewww,” she says pulling my hand down. “You’re a pig.” I throw my head back and laugh. Why do I get so much pleasure out of riling her?

“You weren’t calling me a pig last night when my fingers were buried deep inside that heavenly pussy of yours,” I whisper as I lean towards her. I hear her breath hitch and I know she’s affected by my words. “If I remember correctly, it was
‘Ohhh, Carter’
.” I’m not sure if bringing up last night is torturing her more, or me.

“Shut up,” she shouts crossing her legs. Her pretty face is flushed. My words are definitely turning her on. Knowing this is making my cock grow even harder. I want to keep going, but decide not to. I don’t want to push her too far. I’m just having a little fun.

For the rest of the drive, she keeps her head turned away from me looking out the window, refusing to speak a word. I notice her squirm in her seat a few times and I know she’s thinking about last night. “You okay over there, Princess?” I can’t help but note her breasts rising high as her breath hitches again. It makes me happy to know I affect her. I bet if I was to reach down between her legs I’d find her wet and ready for me. I clench the steering wheel tight, because now that’s exactly what I want to do.
Touch her.

When we pull up outside the school, she’s out of the car in a flash. “Make sure you’re here this afternoon,” I demand, leaning over in my seat looking up at her standing next to her open door. Ignoring me, she slams it in my face before turning and walking away in a huff. I have a feeling she’ll show up. She knows what will happen if she doesn’t. 

She manages to avoid me most of the day. That is, until lunch. I purposely make sure I sit at her table. At least that fucker Brad has got the message and stays away. I’ve copped a few death looks from him today. He’s real fucking tough when he has his mates around him.