Key West (11 page)

“Ah, God, baby,” he breathed, looking down at her, clearly stunned and aroused at her actions. She met his eyes, rubbed his column again through the shorts.

Then she lowered her gaze there. She wanted to see his cock so badly, wanted to know it, take it into her. Pulling in her breath, she unzipped his shorts, using both hands to open them fully. Above her, he hurried to take off the t-shirt he wore. His cock stuck up out of his boxer briefs and she wasted no time in pulling them down over his hips beneath the undone shorts.

“Oh…” she breathed at the sight. Not only was his cock wonderfully long—ten or eleven beautiful inches, at least—it was full and thick and so powerful-looking that she almost couldn’t imagine getting it in her pussy, but she also couldn’t wait to try.

She ran her hand lovingly up the steel-hard shaft, curling her fingers around the head, drawing away the wet dot of moisture gathered there.

“So big,” she whispered in awe, gazing up at him.

“Big for
you
, angel.”

Mmm, God, she wanted him in her mouth. But his erection was so long, arcing up his well-muscled stomach, that she couldn’t reach the tip from where she knelt before him, so she eased upward, settling her butt on the built-in wooden seat across from the phone. She drew his cock down, licking playfully over the head. Above her, he sighed.

Licking her lips, she opened wide and lowered her mouth onto his massive shaft as far as she could. Given his size, she wasn’t able to take more than half of him in, but she toiled hard, taking him as deep as her throat would allow.

His movements were light, almost like spasms, and she realized he was trying to hold back and let her run the show, but that his shaft was demanding more, demanding he fuck her mouth. She wanted that, so very badly—keeping her fist wrapped firmly around his base, she began to slide her lips up and down the silk-covered column, relishing his small thrusts into her throat. He was so wide that each descent stretched her mouth to its limits, and when he finally pulled his cock out, whispering, “No more, angel, or I’ll explode,” her mouth felt swollen and well-used.

“You don’t want to come?” she asked. Given that his hot shaft had taken her to ecstasy yesterday, she wanted to return the favor tonight.

He chuckled wryly. “God, yes, I want to come, but not yet, baby.”

With that, he descended to his knees and ran his hands boldly up her thighs, pushing her skirt to her hips as he went. When he sank a tiny firecracker of a kiss onto one inner thigh, she lifted one foot onto the seat beside her, so that her pussy would be totally accessible to him. It pulsed so hard she wondered if he could see it, throbbing through her white lace thong panties.

Reaching up, he rubbed the flat of his hand over her cunt. She let out a groan that came all the way from her gut. Her pussy felt swollen against his touch.

He closed his hand firm over her mound and let out a ragged breath. “I wanted to touch you here so bad yesterday, angel. It was killing me not to.”

His firm grip made her feel fully possessed by him as waves of pleasure rolled upward from her crotch. “It nearly killed me, too.”

“I know, baby, and I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head. “Ancient history. Let’s concentrate on now.”

Fresh heat invaded his eyes. “You’re so right.” His gaze dropped to her cunt and she watched as he used one hand to pull the white lace aside, revealing her gaping pink slit, its peaks and valleys shiny with moisture for him.

He looked utterly enraptured with her pussy as he raked one thumb up her slick center and over her clit. She sucked in her breath as the bolt of pleasure shot through her.

Then he lowered his mouth onto her mound, licking her engorged nub even as he drew it gently between his teeth. She let out a muted shriek at the stunning sensation and he continued to lave her with gentle but firm and eager licks of his hot tongue. It excited her beyond belief to watch him kneeling between her parted legs and to remember where they were, that at any moment someone could whisk open the curtain and discover her spread so wide for him.

They looked into one another’s eyes as his ministrations took on a warm, steady rhythm that encouraged her to move against him, to fuck his mouth as he’d fucked hers just moments ago. Her breathing turned to panting. When he slipped a finger into her tight, slick passage, she stifled a moan.

“So good,” she whispered down to him, her voice trembling. “So, so good.”

His eyes looked feral, wild.

Instinct made her lift her pussy to his mouth harder, harder. She would come soon if he kept this up. And she
needed
to come, so badly. Didn’t matter that she’d seemed to have orgasm after orgasm since meeting him—all that mattered was having one now. All that mattered was his mouth on her pussy. All that mattered was how incredibly hot and naughty she felt being so fully exposed to him, so deep into fucking his mouth, right here in the phone booth, a bar full of people just a curtain away.

She worked her cunt against his welcoming mouth—
thrusting, thrusting
—thinking,
Please, baby, just a little more. Just a little more.
His finger continued fucking her below, and its presence in her opening felt wonderful, but she wished for more—she wished for his cock there.

“Lick me,” she whispered hotly, staring into his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, lick me. Yes…” The pulses in her cunt were gathering power, coming with greater strength, building, and she knew any second now, any sweet second…and then she came. “
Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!
” She bit off the words through clenched teeth as the climax claimed her, body and soul, roaring through her like a locomotive. Her head fell back, her eyes shut, as the sweet spasms vibrated through her, violently at first, jerking her torso, before slowly easing up into something warmer, calmer, like gently pounding waves.

When she opened her eyes, he was still working away at her, clearly waiting for her to finish. She stroked one hand through his hair as her pelvis went still beneath him, the hot orgasm finally waning. He rose up on his knees and she could smell the salty scent of her sex on his mouth when he leaned close to whisper, “How was that, angel?”

She let out a low moan of satiation and summoned the strength to give him a small smile of appreciation. “The best of my life.”

He blinked, looking nonplussed. “Really?”

She nodded. It was true. She could never remember an orgasm that had lasted so long, been so strong, or left her body feeling so deliciously spent.

He kissed her, hard, and the tangy taste of her own juices met her tongue.

“I want to put my cock inside you,” he breathed against her mouth.

She could only nod.

He rose to his feet and reached down for her, murmuring, “Stand up, baby.”

It was difficult—her legs felt so weak—but she got to her feet. He positioned her so that one foot remained propped on the platform she’d just risen from. His hands closed greedily at her hips, under the skirt that was now raised to her waist—but he was struggling with her panties, the crotch of which had fallen back into place.

“Damn it,” he muttered, trying to pull the fabric aside from the back, but in her new position, the little swath of lace insisted on staying in the way. Finally, he gave a hard yank and ripped the thong off, the side seam tearing, sending the lace to fall at her ankle. “There,” he said, sounding relieved.

Mmm, she felt thoroughly possessed by him now. Yet still she needed more. “In me,” she whispered. It was the only speech she could manage at the moment, and she wanted him desperately, wanted to know what his huge shaft would feel like inside her.

Shifting her hips slightly, he poised the tip of his cock at her opening. She instinctively pushed against it, thinking,
Fill me, fill me up
.

He thrust slow and gentle against her, once, twice, three times. She felt him begin to enter, begin to open her, but already she could tell it was a tight fit. She let out a small growl of distress as he pushed upward again. Against her will, a small cry escaped her—his width was too much for her.

“You’re so damn tight,” he whispered, the lines of his face stretched taut with frustration.

She spoke between panting breaths. “I’ve been with the same guy since high school. He wasn’t nearly this big.”

Once more, he thrust his large cock upward into her softness. “Am I hurting you?”

She clenched her teeth. She wanted desperately to say no. She wanted desperately for him to fit. But finally, she let out a sigh. “A little. But it’s all right. Because I want you in there. I want your cock in my pussy so bad.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back. “Baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you just made me come.” Grabbing his shaft, he aimed it so that warm spurts of white liquid shot directly onto the front of her cunt as he moaned his release. Despite how it had occurred, it brought her tremendous pleasure to know she’d made it happen, and she liked being able to see and feel the hot, wet evidence of his orgasm.

When it was done, they both stood frozen for a moment, staring at his white fluid as it mingled in her light curls, draping down into where she remained pink and open for him.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was probably sixteen the last time that happened. But when you said what you said…” He tilted his head and grinned. “Damn, angel, you drove me over the edge.”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “I just wish I could have, you know…made you fit.”

He smiled. “I don’t think that’s something you can control.” He glanced down at her pussy, reaching out to cup it. “You’re starting to drip.” He looked around helplessly. “And we don’t even have a napkin.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry I got it all over you. This was, uh, not how I intended this to go.”

She bit her lip. “
I’m
not sorry. Rub it in.”

His eyes glimmered with revived fire. “Mmm, baby.” Pressing his hand fully to her cunt, he began to gently massage his semen into her soft flesh. She looked into his eyes, letting the wet caress begin to get her hot again. “Sorry I ripped your panties,” he said, although he sounded more sexy than sorry, given his current task.

“I
loved
it. I loved making you feel that urgent.”

He laughed. “Well, like I said, none of this was what I planned.”

“What exactly
did
you plan?”

“I was thinking I’d kiss you, touch you some, just get us good and primed for later. But then you seduced me, you bad girl.”

She only grinned. “I hate to break this to you, but you were easy.”

Another laugh escaped him. “That I can’t deny.” Then he sighed. “But I do wish I’d managed to wait, so I could get you in a bed, and we could do this right.”

She sighed, doubtful. “Is getting me in a bed going to make my pussy any bigger or your cock any smaller?”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, angel. I have a plan.”

She couldn’t help saying, “I hope it works better than your last plan.”

“You’re funny,” he said, then pinched her ass and she let out a squeal, after which she clamped her hand over her mouth.

“By the way, I think you’ve been gone for more than fifteen minutes.”

He leaned his head back in a nod. “Luckily, Tom’s an easygoing guy, and I suspect the crowd will be even lighter than when we left.” With that, he extracted his hand from between her legs and gently pulled her skirt back down. As he pulled up his underwear and did up his shorts, she adjusted her bra back into place and worked on her buttons. “All set?” he asked.

She reached down and plucked up her ripped panties. “What about these?”

He took them from her hand and stuffed them in his pocket. “Just so you know, I’ll probably be on the verge of exploding again in no time just thinking about you walking around without anything under that cute little skirt.”

“Good.”

“Shit,” he said then.

“What?”

He ran his hand back through his hair. “It just hit me. I can’t believe…I forgot about a condom. Damn it, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay—we didn’t…”

“But we sure as hell tried to.” He looked disgusted with himself. “And I’m always so damn careful, too. “

She grabbed his hand. “If you’re always ‘so damn careful,’ then…”

“Then what?”

She shrugged softly and smiled. “Then maybe we don’t have to worry. Because I’m on the pill, and I’ve only been with one guy my whole life…and believe it or not, despite recent events, I really don’t think he cheated on me on a regular basis or anything. So if you’ve always been careful up to now—I mean, if you
really, really
have…”

He squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. “I
really, really
have.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Then I trust you. And if we don’t get around to using a condom…”

“It’ll be safe, I swear. Because I
never
forget.”

She grinned. “Except tonight.”

“Except tonight,” he confirmed with a small smile of his own.

When he pushed the curtain back, Carrie felt like she was stepping into the Twilight Zone. No one saw them exit the booth, and everything was essentially as it had been when they’d gone in—people still drank and talked, music still played, Shay still delivered colorful drinks and mugs of beer in those sinfully short shorts—but everything felt different. Her whole body felt energized with what had just happened between them. As she walked with Chris back to the bar, she felt like they shared a naughty little secret, and as she climbed up on her stool, the circulating air from a ceiling fan above washed lightly over her bare pussy beneath her skirt. She was no longer worried about right or wrong—everything felt right. And she was no longer worried about how she’d feel when this was over—she was living in the moment and intended to continue that way.