Never Get Enough (Enough #1) (11 page)

If she wants me to take her against a tree so bad for her first time then that’s what I will do. I just want her anyway that I can get her. She can tell by my face that I am giving in so she takes off her jean skirt and pulls her shirt all the way off. She is standing there in her high heel wedges and a hot pink lace thong, and
my dick gets even harder at this sight which I didn’t know was possible. “I want to take a picture of you like this, baby. I promise I wouldn’t share it with anybody ever but you look way too sexy to not see it again and again.” She smiles at that and pretends to pose for me, “You can have this picture in real life,” she says, “any time you want it, big boy.” She starts stroking me as I get ready to get my dick in position. I tell her, “I love when you talk like that, baby. Everything you do is so sexy, but then you look like a blond angel with the most fuckable body which makes you even sexier.” I kiss her and bite her lip. She puts her tongue in my mouth and I suck on it and she moans loud. I start to stroke her and softly brush against the top of her pussy. She moans even louder and gets even wetter. I softly slide one finger inside and she starts to slowly ride it up and down. I don’t think she is even clued in to what is happening around her now. She’s lost in the bliss of pursuing her orgasm, and I am just the instrument being used to help her get there. I don’t mind at all but just love watching her lose it against the tree with my finger inside of her. I slide a second one in and I get rewarded with an even louder moan and I decide I want to hear her try to respond to a question when she is lost like this. “Does it feel good, baby?” She tries to draw in breath to answer and I can see it is a struggle to concentrate on what she is saying while she is rocking up and down but she manages to say, “Yes, Bray, it feels so good, oh so good. Ah, ah!” Shit, she is so sexy I can barely stand it. I can feel she is about to come as she is clenching harder and harder around my fingers. I place my other hand on her hip to keep her steady and then increase the pace of my fingers pumping relentlessly in and out. I wait for it and then she gives me what I want, my name on her lips as she comes, “Yes, Bray, yes, yes! Please, yes!” I keep my fingers going at the same pace until she collapses and I hold her to me. After she recovers she looks at me and asks, “Can we still make love? Please? I am so ready after that to just have you inside of me. I want you, Bray, please.” After giving her an orgasm, I feel far more capable of telling her not right now. I had caved but would have regretted not cherishing her the way I had always planned if I was ever lucky enough to be her first lover. So I am able to tell her no, and she pouts but still seems okay. Then I go on to say that we do not have time for her to touch me right now because I can tell that is the direction her thoughts are going to. She starts to get mad now, and I can feel her insecurities with sex begin to take over.

“Bray, I do not just want to leave you hard and wanting! That is not what a good girlfriend would do. I want to give and share in your pleasure.” She’s already on her knees and stroking my dick which is still hard when I have to pull it away from her and zipper it up. I never thought when I got Carter that this w
ould be the stuff we would argue about. “Carter, we have taken too long out here. Jace, Hampton, and Cole are going to be ready to come look for us, and I don’t want anybody to see you on your knees but me. Please, baby, watching you come apart in my arms gives me a natural high like no other, and I just want to enjoy the feeling. Let’s go find the others and get home. I would definitely not protest if you want to give me some attention in the hot tub.” I could tell she tried to cheer herself up at that but she was still upset that she couldn’t do anything for me right now. She is so secure in some ways but with sex and fulfilling me she is a mess. Everything we do turns me on and is a hundred times better than whatever I did with anybody else, but I don’t know how to get her to realize that.

We walk back and she looks sad so I just pick her up and carry her to be closer and give her some comfort. I see our crew by the cars so they were waiting on us but too polite to come into the woods to interrupt. Maybe we should ride separately from now on if Carter is going to want to fool around at parties. “Hey guys, sorry you had to wait.” They all smile back like they know we were up to no good, and Jace has to add, “Sure you’re sorry
, bullshit, man!” Cole chuckles and says, “Its fine, dude. Hampton and I just got back and the party was wrapping up. We found Jace publicly groping a cheerleader that looked good with it, and after that we all headed to the car. We were here for about two minute’s total.” Cole’s a good friend trying to not make me feel bad about making them wait. My girl has still not said anything, and she could just be tired but if she is sad I want to cuddle her and make her feel better on the way home. I look down at her to tell her and she is asleep, so not upset just sleepy, that’s a relief. I don’t want to wake her so I give Jace the keys after he motioned, joking, that he would just hold Carter. He didn’t drink tonight so that I could, and I don’t trust anyone, even me, to drive Carter after drinking. Jace drives us home and I just enjoy looking at her face while she is sleeping all the way home, what a crazy night.

Chapter 10

                                                                     Carter

I wake up feeling a ton of different emotions pulling me in all di
fferent directions. I feel pissed about that girl, Davis, revealing she has slept with Bray, but then I feel proud and badass about getting into a fight and holding my own. I get turned on thinking about what Bray did to me in the woods, but then I hate the way he could just walk away from my offer to make him feel good. Does he not want my amateur efforts? Can he tell that I feel nervous and inexperienced when I touch him sometimes? All of these feelings make me not want to crawl out of bed, but it is the Sunday before school. I have a ton of school supplies I need to pick up. I also need to get my daily run in and pick up some food if we don’t want to eat from the cafeteria every day this week. I forgot to add lunch stuff to Lana’s grocery list so it looks like I will be getting that today too.

Right now, I
also feel so embarrassed for begging Bray for sex then getting turned down that I don’t even want to see him. He is not in bed with me so I sneak into my bathroom without running into him. I turn on my shower and start to map out my plan of how to get to my car in the garage without him spotting me. I just need time alone until I can get rid of some of this embarrassment, but all the sudden my bathroom door pops open and sneaking to the garage without detection becomes impossible. I can’t even sneak to my own shower without discovery.

“Hey baby doll, do you mind if I get in with you?” Bray is looking at me with his beautiful eyes begging me not to say no. And
of course I can’t say no to him on this because it’s not his fault that I’m a begging slut when it comes to him and his body. It’s not his fault that I was so desperate I pleaded for sex in the woods because I wanted to share with him what he had already given Davis and some other faceless girls. So after thinking about everything that happened last night, I can’t look at him but give a small nod of agreement in his direction.

I am already in
just my underwear and bra, and he is staring at my breasts like a starving man looking at a piece of steak. Why does he look at me like that, and then deny me when I beg for us to just be together completely. He can be so confusing, and I am really struggling with understanding exactly how he feels about me. Then he takes off his shirt, and I now feel like the starving man. He is so much taller and wider than me and his muscles are just so big and tight. His size really turns me on. I love that he can just lift me in his arms with no problem, and that we are so physically different. He pulls down his boxer briefs, and his dick pops right up ready to play. I had seen the outline already, but I was so focused on his arms and abs with his shirt off that I didn’t realize just how hard he already was.

“Do you see how much I want you, baby doll?” He asks as he comes over to me and pull
s my panties down so I can step out of them. He tells me, “Turn around!” He unsnaps my bra and then slides his hands up and down my ass softly and gives a hard squeeze at the end. “Let’s get in before the water get cold, baby.” I step in and look up at Bray and his eyes are on my face. He looks very serious all of the sudden and I wonder what has gotten him so contemplative during shower time. Finally he speaks, “Baby doll, I don’t want you to doubt that I truly want you anymore. All of me has to battle with myself not to try to take you every time your hands are on me or mine are on you. I just want our first time to be something that we can remember together, but I know I can’t wait much longer and neither can you. So why don’t we get what we need to done today and then I can take care of you tonight in every way. I want to cook you dinner and show you how much I love you.” During this whole speech, he has been slowly running his hands over my body, just my arms, stomach, hips, and legs. It feels so good and I feel so relaxed that I would’ve agreed to anything, but I am happy that we can make love tonight and go to school as a couple in every way tomorrow.

Happily, I agree to everything he said, “That sound perfect to me, Bray. I can
’t wait till tonight for you to make me yours! But can I still make you feel good now? I still hate that you wouldn’t let me take care of you last night.” He looks at me frustrated and I can tell he wishes I wouldn’t be trying to keep track of that stuff, but he has a lot more sexual experience than me. I am scared to leave a guy as hot as Bray frustrated and wanting for long. Everyone wants to be with him. I know he didn’t sleep with girls at our school because of me, he said, but I still don’t want to not fulfill all of his needs for him.

“Baby, you fel
l asleep last night. I was planning on letting you do anything you wanted to me when we got home.” He grins at me and I can tell he is giving me permission to do my worst. So I start to caress him up and down his stomach and abs. He lets a deep groan and I can tell he has been waiting for me to touch him. I move down slowly until I am stoking his dick with one hand and caressing his balls with the other. He lets out another groan and says, “Holy shit, baby doll, that feels so good.” I smile and start to feel more confident as I see him falling apart as I touch him. “I know it does, baby.” I say, “I love to touch your dick and watch your face when I am doing it. But my favorite thing to do is have you in my mouth and look into your eyes while I sucking on you. I can tell that you love to watch me do that for you.”

With that, I get down on my knees and take a deep breath. I then d
eep throat him as far as my throat will let me go and then do it again. Now Bray is talking out of his head from the pleasure and he closes his eyes but then has to open them again and watch me, “Carter, holy hell, Carter, oh, Carter, Carter.” He just continues with his incoherent rambling as I continue with my steady rhythm while I put my tongue to good use. His dick tightens up and I increase my pace. He comes in the back of my throat to a series of loud groans, and I am suddenly grateful that we normally live alone. He picks me up after that and just holds me whispering over and over again how much he loves me. Then he washes all of me under the water while we sing tunelessly together “I’m Happy.”

We get out and I try to pick out a sexy outfit to do errands in since we are doing them together. I decide on short bla
ck shorts, wedges, and a spaghetti strap pink tank that shows off some cleavage. I walk out of my room and down the stairs cause I hear him in the kitchen. He looks up at me when he hears my wedges click on the hard wood floor and then he focuses his eyes hard on my body. “If you choose to wear that while we do errands, you need to stay close to me at all times. I am not even going to try to keep my hands off you, and I’m worried somebody could decide to kidnap you looking like that.” He says the last part with a smile, but I can tell he is definitely distracted by how much skin I am showing for our outing.

I look down at myself trying to decide if I look like I am asking for trouble. H
e is just so eye catching with his beautiful crazy hair, dark blue eyes, and perfect body that I just want to feel like I look like I fit by his side. I decide stubbornly that I want to feel good while we are out together so I will not be changing. I also decide to make a stand and tell him, “I will also be dressing like this for school, and you had better get over it there. We don’t have every class together, but I want people to know that I am not a prude and that I am sexy enough for you. My years of being the flying nun at Jefferson High are over. I am going to own the part of Carter Sanders, dance and volleyball team captain and Brayden Cameron’s girlfriend. I want to look the part! That means wearing sexier clothes sometimes.”