Eternity (22 page)

“Oi, that’s not for you” I tease, grasping his shoulders and pushing him onto the bed with force. I slide one knee between his legs and slowly crawl onto the bed, running my hand up his body as I go.

His hands find my thighs, but just as they are about to reach my ass I take them in mine and pin them above his head. Lowering my body onto his and kissing him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, his fingers lock into mine as his hips gyrate beneath me, pressing his hard cock against me.

I don’t want to mess around with foreplay this time, I’m ready for him now; taking control is such a turn on. I release one of his hands, it instantly flies to my breasts, pulling down the front of the corset roughly and freeing them. In turn my hand is at his crotch fumbling with the button of his trousers before whipping them open and grasping his firm erection.

“I want you” I pant.

“Are you ready?” he asks surprised. In answer I take his fingers from my nipple and push them inside me, letting him feel how wet I am for him.

“You are ready” he grins.

He pulls my panties down, but finds them stuck at the garter clips; he spends a few seconds clumsily trying to unhook them from my stockings before resorting to ripping them off in frustration. Whacking both hands down hard onto my ass making me scream out, “I love it when you do that” I purr. Picking me up by my hips he throws me to one side, standing over me he tugs my panties off down my legs. Matching his vigour I sit up and yank his trousers down, his cock springing out to attention. As I’m there I give it a courtesy lick, not taking the time to tease him now, but instead taking it as deep into my mouth as I can and sucking hard. When I pull away he brings me to me feet, pausing to kiss me before turning me around so his cock rests against my ass.

He bends his knees pushing mine onto the bed, so I’m kneeling on the very edge, then moves his hand to my leg, encouraging them further apart. He comes in close behind me, stroking my hair back away from my neck and biting my shoulder softly. One of his hands reaches around to finger my wet pussy, while he uses the other to push himself inside of me. I don’t think I could ever tire of this feeling; the first time he penetrates me always takes my breath away, the way he fills me completely, fitting inside me perfectly, like we were made for each other.

We start to move against each other, back and forth, but I want more, I want it deeper and harder; I bend forward till I’m placing my hands on the mattress, instant gratification comes as he holds my waist and drives into me with force, I can feel my orgasm building already as he runs his fingers over my ass, “Spank me” I plead.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, landing his hand squarely on my right butt cheek, the short burst of pain spiking my pleasure, “again” I shout, my pleasure taking over my actions as I push back with fierce intensity. He spanks me again, I’m so close I can barely stand it, “Harder” I command and as he obeys with one sharp smack, I cum; my toes curl, my muscles clench and my legs shake “Oh Carlos” he pulls me up straight against him, his hands tracing up the lace of the corset until they find my breasts, while he circles his hips, waiting for my orgasm to subside.

As soon as my muscles relax he starts building momentum again; I ease back down to my previous successful position, but he places his hand on the back of my shoulder and pushes me down further until my face is flush against the bed, with my back arched and my ass sticking up in the air. If it wasn’t so good I’d be self-conscious right now, but quite frankly I would be willing to do a lot worse if it made me feel even half this good.

He’s pounding into me hard and I’m meeting him stroke for stroke, my fingers clenching the sheet as we descend into animalistic desire, each moving instinctively with the other, Carlos grabbing at my body as we rise to the crescendo. We cry out together, Carlos leaning over me, holding me tightly as we cum together.

Collapsing onto the bed we kiss, staring into each other’s eyes as he caresses my face, “Well Ms. Mavers, aren’t you just full of surprises?”

“I’ve got to do something to keep my toy boy on his toes” I reply, only half joking.

“You’re doing a great job” he says, pulling me into an embrace and kissing me softly.

I wake with a start, my dreams are full of dread recently. I guess there is so much going on in my life, so many loose ends to tie, it’s only natural to be plagued by bad dreams; but all the same, I long for the nights where I only dream of puppy dogs and rainbows and naked Carlos……

Speaking of which, his side of the bed is empty, rubbing my eyes and sitting up I notice the sound of the shower next door, it’s early, only 6am according to the bedside clock, he must have to work.

I suppose I have had him to myself for three days now, but as one of those days was mostly spent in hospital; don’t I deserve just one more?

When Carlos emerges from the bathroom, I’m daydreaming about what we might get up to, given one more day. I glance at him still half in the fantasy only to find him, dripping wet, in nothing but a small towel.

Oh you read my mind Mr. Johnson. “Mmmmm hey you”

“Hey sweetness, sorry did I wake you?” he whispers.

“No, but now I’m up…..” leaning forward on my knees I hook my finger over the top of the towel at his hip, pulling back sharply and whipping the towel off; he doesn’t even flinch, just stands there, proud in all his glory, his skin glistening with moisture like the first time I clapped eyes on him.

Only this time
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touch him, from the edge of the bed I kneel up, running my hands from his strong thighs, up along his defined hip lines and finally up to his chest; his skin is silky smooth, the droplets soaking through my t-shirt as I press my body against him.

A low guttural sound erupts from his throat, “You are a minx Ms. Mavers” he murmurs at me, making me shiver with excitement.

“But I can’t, I’m already late. I actuall
y
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e
to get some work done today”

I pout, wrapping my arms round his neck, holding him to me and move my body to rub against his growing erection.

“You are being a naughty girl this morning” he growls seductively, bringing his hand down hard on my bum, the slap making me scream out with delight; but he pulls out of my embrace and pulls his pants on, shaking his head at me, with a twinkle in his eye. “Later Ms. Mavers, I promise I will rock your world, once I’ve got some work done”

I collapse back on the bed, in a tantrum, chucking a pillow at him as I do.

“Oh you did not just throw a pillow at me” he warns, the grin spreading across his face; in an instant he is straddling me, tickling me mercilessly till I’m screeching with laughter, begging him to stop. When he finally subsides, I’m panting and flushed, but smiling, “That’s better. You are so beautiful when you smile” leaning down and locking lips with me.

All too soon he is up again, grabbing a T-shirt from the wardrobe and heading out the door “I’ll hopefully be done by early afternoon, I’ll call if I run late, try and stay out of trouble huh!?” he jokes, blowing me a kiss and closing the door behind him.

I lie there for a while and mentally plan what I need to do today; I have to call Caz and should send an email to my parents and then maybe I’ll give Blair a call and see what she’s up to today.

First things first, I have a quick shower and throw on beige shorts with a white camisole, then grab some breakfast, I really could have called Caz first, but I’m delaying the inevitable. It’s quarter to eight when I finally pick up the phone, she sounds so happy to hear from me that I almost chicken out, but part of me wants to know if she knows where Jake is now, not to mention what I should do about tonight so I jump right in.

So much has happened since I last spoke to her, just five days ago, I barely know where to start, but once I do it pours out in a rambling waterfall.

She stays silent throughout and for a good minute after I finish, trying to take it all in.

Finally she speaks “Jesus Kate”

“Tell me about it”

“I mean….Jesus”

I can’t believe it, I’ve actually managed to gob-smack Caz, this is a rare feat.

“No pressure, but I’m relying on you to fix this mess I’m in” I state.

She’s quickly back on form, “Right, first are you sure you’re OK? Nothings broken?”

“I’m sure, couple of stitches, nothing serious; Carlos has been taking excellent care of me”

“Awwww” she croons, “Don’t distract me from the mayhem with your romance!” she tells me off, practical as ever.

“I’m sorry I should have told you about all this before now, it’s just been a hectic few days”

“I can imagine! I’ve got a plan, first I’m going to track down Jake, there are only so many places he could be hiding and find out what the hell he was thinking. Actually I’ll speak to his parents, they’ll probably disown him, he deserves it the little maggot!” she fumes.

“I really think he’s gone off the rails, mentally, I can’t explain it, but he had a proper crazy look about him”

“He must have to do that and think he’ll get away with it. Don’t worry about it Kate, he’ll get what’s coming to him!”

There is clearly not going to be anything I can say to calm her down, or change her mind on this.

“Alright, now tell me what I’m supposed to do about tonight!?” I beg, changing the subject instead.

“Tonight will be awkward!” she laughs.

“Not helpful!”

“Sorry, but it will, there’s no escaping that, all you can do is wear something stunning, be your usual charming self and whatever you do, don’t bring it up in conversation.”

Well that is not useful, but I guess there is nothing much else she can say which could magically fix this one for me. She lets me gush about Carlos a little more; accepting that I’m in too deep already not to be upset when I get back and has given up lecturing me about it accordingly.

She is however as optimistic as she gets about how it’s all going so far and the fact that he has moved me in with him has earned him some real brownie points.

She gives me a brief update on the house, it’s all going swimmingly and at this rate, I should be in the new place within three weeks of getting back, which is scary, but so exciting!

Lastly before we say our goodbyes, I get her to promise not to mention any of the bad stuff to my parents, for their own good; they will only worry about me if they know. She is reluctant, stating that she is the one who still gets daily calls from them, badgering her for information constantly; I persuade her with the fact that those calls will double if they think I’m in any way in danger.

She makes me swear on Carlos’s life that I will call with regular updates, whether anything else happens or not, which I do, but keep my fingers crossed, just in case and hastily hang up before she somehow realises.

I send off a brief, cheery email to my parents, avoiding all taboo subjects and sticking with the standard holiday template, weathers lovely, wish you were here etc.

Picking up the phone again I ring through to Blair’s room and get John; he explains Blair is by the pool sunning herself, while he plans on going to the gym for a bit, so she would be thrilled if I went and joined her. I thank John and head out to do just that.

I find Blair on a lounger in the most sought after spot, of course, catching every available ray from sunrise to midday. She screeches loudly when she sees me, waving like a lunatic and pulling me into a hug.

“Oh my God, how have you been, you look so much better!” apparently she hasn’t noticed the huge cut across my forehead, only half hidden by my fringe. “How’s Carlos? I thought I’d leave you two love birds to it for a few days.” She says, giving me a sly look.

In so many ways she reminds me of an overexcited version of Caz; it must be why I like her so much, she is my Caz away from home.

I briefly fill her in on the events since I last saw her, there’s no way she’s not going to notice the line of stitches for much longer. She listens with the usual enthusiasm, plenty of ‘OH MY GODS’ and throwing her hands to her face looking shocked, followed by a satisfying amount of coo’s and ah’s at Carlos’s part in the drama; that’s the only way she improves on Caz, her die-hard commitment to romance, although if it weren’t for Carlos being in my life, it would be the one thing I hated about her.

We spend the morning gossiping and sunning ourselves, sipping on strawberry Daiquiris; time flies and before I know it, the sun is the wrong side of us and I’m a little tipsier than I really should be. 

I make my excuses and head back to Carlos’s place, promising that we will have another day together this week.

As it turns out I left in vain, Carlos does not materialise until around four, and contrary to what he said this morning he did not call to say otherwise.

“Hey sweetness, sorry it was really busy” he says, offering me a kiss. Damn it, I can’t stay mad at someone so sexy.

“That’s Ok, now that you’re here, can you help me decide what to wear tonight?”

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look gorgeous” he says, melting my heart.

I make him pick between three outfits anyway, settling on the green, ‘good for all occasions’, dress that I wore on our first date. There is just enough time for me to take another quick shower to wash the sand out of my hair, before I get ready. My stomach is doing continual flips, I’m so nervous. Meeting the parents is frightening at the best of times, let alone when they’ve seen you practically naked!