CaughtInTheTrap (17 page)

Zach drew in a breath as beads of sweat formed above his brows. Carla’s moan elevated when his finger found the entrance to her womanhood.  He inserted a second finger, stretching as he moved in deeper.  Her breathing became erratic as she squirmed on his lap.

“I want you,” she whispered with her head against his.  She turned around and straddled his lap and maneuvered his manhood from the confines of his briefs.  Lifting her hips, she eased over him.

“Damn woman, why are you doing this to me?  Why are you making me want you?” Zach growled when her tightness stopped him from sinking inside of her at once. Her arms were around his neck, her hair caressing the side of his face. He let himself slip further into her canal as she grinded her hips, her moisture lubricating his entry.

He lifted her off his body and turned her over on the bed, pulling her up until she rested on her knees.  Undressing he came behind her rubbing his erection along her exposed and swollen genitals.

“Please…” She whimpered against the pillow tightly tucked under her head.

Zach guided himself halfway into her, leaned down and pressed his mouth to the back of her neck. He had to slow his heartbeat and pace.  The sight of her on all fours pricked every nerve ending in his body.

“Zach, Zach, Zach—” She was ready before he’d fully penetrated her.

“Shhh, baby.” Zach’s hand closed over her mouth to quiet her moans. 

His hips plunged. Her muscles squeezed. She arched against his thrusts. She was driving him crazy. “Carla, you feel so good.  I crave you.” He drove into her, pulling her hips to meet his fingers digging into her flesh.

She lifted on her knees and hooked an arm around his neck. His pelvis hammered her on every drive, his penis so deep he felt the orgasm in her build until she tightened with the thrill of it.

Sweat covered his body as energy surged through him.  He stopped, pulling out of her.  Drawing her up, he gathered her in his arms, twisting her head to kiss her mouth. His tongue darting to dance with hers.

He started to move his hips against hers.  The squeaking of the bed was covered up by the noisy box fan. He was losing control.  With one motion he pulled the nightshirt up and over her body roughly tossing it on the floor.  Laying her on her back he mauled at her nipples, kissing down the flat plane of her stomach until his mouth reached her other lips.

He circled her swollen nub, and then dipped a finger into her wet womanhood coating his finger with her juices before working it on her nub again.

“Mmm,” she mumbled.

Her hips lurched forward in a steady rhythm, urging him to finger her and lick her harder, faster, deeper. “You taste so good,” he said, his words vibrating against her folds. That's when she lost it. He felt her fiery hot orgasm shower his tongue. It was fierce “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me taste all of you.”  Carla grabbed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she cried out in ecstasy.

Her body shuddered and showered his mouth with her sweet release.  He was in heaven.

Zach gave her a minute to recover before he parted her slender brown. His penetration was deep, bordering on what he knew was painful for her, but the thrill of his penis hitting her G-spot was fantastically glorious.

“Yes. Zach.” Her moans reverberated off the walls, her legs curled around his waist.

The temperature in the bedroom soared depriving him of air. He did want her but that wasn’t the point.  She was an emotional wreck and having sex with her wasn’t the cure.  He didn’t want her attraction or the distraction she was causing him.  As he thrust harder, he ignored his own warnings; she was too addictive.

Her womanhood closed down on him like a fist, squeezing and convulsing, breaking Zach’s control. Carla’s cries of pleasure filled his head.  His body jerked and before he could stop himself, he was spilling his seed deep inside of her. “Ohhh, yeah,” he said drawing out the words as he let go and pure bliss burst in his balls, blasting through his penis and radiating down his legs, up his chest. His brain shut down. No thought passed only sensation. Waves of deep, staggering sensations he never wanted to stop.

Carla hit her peak, pumping him with a wet, tight womanhood, jerking what he could swear was another mini-orgasm out of him. He used his arms to balance his weight and keep from crushing her. He’d never been able to attain a multiple orgasm. Had always believed it was a myth for men until now.

Weak and drained Zach lowered his body onto her, and his manhood slid out of her slick heaven.  He kept his forehead on her shoulder as they both drew quick, jagged breaths.

“Oh my God,” she murmured. “You’re so… intense. I’ll never in life have had this feeling of satisfaction.  Thank you for teaching me what sex is really about, Zach.  Until you came along, I hated it.”

“Seriously? What about nature boy—wasn’t he any good?”

“Ugh, I won’t ever go there,” she said removing sweat from his forehead with her hand.

He kissed her chin, lips and eyes. All he wanted to do was float in this sweet euphoria longer, and wished he wasn’t leaving in a few hours.

“I’m glad I got a chance to experience what it is like before I die.”

He rolled over on his back and this time he pulled her in his arms to cuddle her and said, “You’re fast-falling into a depression and making yourself believe death is your destiny. I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“You’re leaving. You won’t have any control over that.”

“I have control over everything, Carla. Well, except your seduction.  I can’t seem to control that.”

Her voice held a tone of embarrassment. “How pathetic am I? I seduced you knowing your partner is in the other room. He’s going to know what’s going on.”

“Shell is pretty sharp when it comes to certain things. But I don’t care what he thinks. Look, I shouldn’t do this, but I’m gonna give you my personal phone.  I’ll call you in a day or two to see how things are going. Will that ease your fears any?”

She snuggled against his damp chest. “I guess it will have to do since I won’t have you here physically.”  She inched a finger up his chest. “Zach, will you stay with me tonight? I’m paranoid and freaking out and I don’t want to be alone.”

Dammit!
She’d gotten under his skin, into his blood and melted his cold heart. “Yeah, I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

“Thank you.”  Her voice trailed off.

It didn’t take long for Carla to fall asleep. Zach sat up searching for his clothes.  He found his pants and pulled them on.  Looking over at a sleeping Carla, he shook his head realizing acting in the heat of the moment had caused him to make a fatal mistake.

Three days had passed since Special Agent Zachary Murphy left. Carla hadn’t heard a word from him and she found herself missing him more than she expected to.  In the meantime, Agent Shell allowed her to return to work. However, she was never out of his sight.  Rodney’s watchful eye over her was so different from Zach’s.

Rodney didn’t object to going to see a movie or to Tino’s with Tonya and her.  Of course Tonya made her move on him, and Carla saw the attraction in Rodney’s eyes growing when he questioned her about Tonya.  However, he couldn’t act on his attraction since he was married.  Tonight the three of them were having dinner together.

Rodney waited by the car as usual when she got off work.  He parked outside the Hearts home in plain view of traffic rolling down the street and people walking their dogs.  He didn’t attempt to keep her or himself hidden.

It made Carla nervous every time she stepped foot outside her client’s home.  Anything that distracted Rodney for a split-second meant she’d be gone forever.  When they drove past the bus shelter, she couldn’t bring herself to look.  Going in that area caused her to have panic attacks.  The day couldn’t come soon enough when she’d trade in her scrubs for a uniform worn by an EMT.

Rodney opened the door, and Carla slid inside; they were headed to the grocery store to shop for dinner. She was pleasantly surprised by Rodney’s shopping skills.  He chose the right wine and cheeses and made suggestions on how to improve a simple spaghetti meal.

As they worked their way through Costco looking for a quick snack, Carla suggested a hot soft pretzel.  They decided to eat in the food court. Rodney reached for the mustard and squeezed a generous amount on the edge of the napkin and dipped the pretzel before taking a bite. “You’re a little quiet. Did you have a bad day?”

 She took a bite of pretzel. “Not really; I guess I’m having one of those days.”

“Tonight should be fun for you.  You get a chance to let your hair down and relax with your best friend.”

She smiled. “Seriously, Rodney? I think tonight will be more fun for you.  You like Tonya don’t you?”

He released a confident but crooked smile. “Yeah, I’d go after her if she were older.  You, young girls, are too much for an old guy like me to handle.”

Carla clicked her tongue. “Oh please, you are not old. Besides, I don’t think your wife would approve.”

Rodney rubbed his brow with his thumb. “I’m not married.  Did Zach tell you that? Damn, he would attempt to sabotage me.  Talk about a fucking sore loser.”

She frowned confused by his strange behavior. “Whoa, Zach didn’t tell me anything.  You’re wearing a wedding ring.”

Rodney flexed his hand. “Well, this ring doesn’t mean a damn thing. My wife left me three years ago.  I wear it as a reminder never to get myself into a jam like that again.”

“Okay, but why attack Zack like that?  I thought you were homies?”

“We are. Just like women, men can run their mouths too much sometimes. Zach has a problem with my lifestyle, so I wasn’t sure what he told you.”

She tore off another piece of the pretzel flicking the large grains of salt away. “For real—Zach talks too much? Are we speaking about the same man I know?”

“It’s okay for you to defend him since you’re attracted to him,” Rodney said sticking the straw in his mouth to drink his pop.

Her breath caught in her throat as she choked down the dry bread. “Don’t make me gag.  I am not attracted to that bland personality of a man.”

“You can’t fool me, sweetheart; I’ve been around the block too many times.  Forget that I’m an FBI agent for a minute. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you two were doing the night before he left. I’m not gonna lecture you about it either. You just need to know that Zach is not the man for you.”

An embarrassing heat shot up to Carla’s cheeks. “That’s good to know.  Besides Zach being an ass, he isn’t my type either.” Carla willed her arms not to cross or her lips to pout. She had to maintain a stiff upper lip and not let on exactly how attracted to Zach, she was. “And to remove any misunderstandings about that night, we were talking, Rodney.  I had a minor setback and Zach talked me through it. I asked him to sit with me until I fell asleep.”

Rodney raised his brow. “Yeah, because that’s what he does. Carla, I’m not gonna beat around the bush; Zach is every woman’s type that isn’t looking for anything long-term.  He will satisfy you in bed but don’t expect him to come knocking on the door holding flowers and a box of candy on those special occasions.”

Her bottom lip began to tremble. Licking away the sensation she asked. “Can we change the subject, please? Has there been any movement on that sicko maniac hunting me? When are you leaving?”  She was sure Rodney would pick up on the hurt tone in her voice and needed to distract him.

 “Damn, I pissed you off and I’m sorry I was so forward about Zach.  I should have kept my mouth shut. I wished I could have warned you before you got in too deep with your feelings for him. Carla, you’re a sweet young woman and deserve better than him. Plus, his type is busty, blonde, blue eyes and only looking for a one-night stand just like him.”

Carla felt her eyes clouding over. She slid from the plastic red chair and said, “We should get going so I can start dinner.

Back at her apartment Carla worked in the kitchen preparing dinner.  Chopping onions gave her eyes a reason to tear and to let her real tears of sadness mix with them.  She kept the phone by her side 24/7. Zach lied to her. He never bothered call and check on her once. She sniffed and kept chopping and dicing. 
Forget him
.

Carla finished cooking the main course and put the apple pie in the oven to heat.  She heard Rodney talking with Tonya.  “Something smells good in here,” Tonya said strutting in the kitchen.

She didn’t look up from what she was doing. “It’s almost ready. How about giving me a hand and toss the salad?”

Tonya turned her lip up in the corner. “How about I keep your sexy uncle company?  Just think, Carla, if we got married, I’d be your auntie.”

Carla got plates from the cabinet and set them on the counter.  She turned to her friend trying to keep a straight face. “Really, Tonya? You settling down with one man for the rest of your life—don’t make me laugh, girl.”

“Geez, Carla, have some faith in me.  My life plans do include a husband and maybe a kid.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you.  We’ve been friends forever, and you’ve never mentioned wanting to be a mom.  When you split with Phil, I thought that turned you off.”

Tonya’s perfect brows creased as she picked up the knife and cut through the head of lettuce with anger. “He’s a bastard and I hate him.  I know he’s your cousin but what he did to me was wrong, Carla.”

“I agree what Phil did was wrong. But had you told me you were seeing him, I could have saved you the trouble of getting hurt. I knew his girlfriend was pregnant.”

“The bastard waited for me to tell him, I loved him first, before he dropped that information on me. That is not cool in my book.”

“Men don’t care about feelings when it comes to shit like that.  It’s all about what they can get away with.”

“Not all men. Greg didn’t cheat on you, Carla.  He was lousy in bed, but at least he treated you with respect.”

“I’m not talking about Greg.”

Tonya stopped mutilating the lettuce and looked at her. “Then who?”

It was obvious her attitude and anger with Zach was slipping through.  She pulled the plastic trash bag from the can and shook it down before tying the long strings together. “Nobody.  I’m going to take out the garbage.”