Blasphemous (Torn #3)(41)
“Holy f*uk! God is punishing me big time.” Carter swallowed, cursing as he took his phone out, browsing.
Based on his stone, odd-like expression, I was a little unsure about this number. Should I request to change it? She said there were a couple more to try if this wasn’t working for me, but I had asked what the photographer would like and Tanya chose this one. “What do you think? Hot or sluttish?”
“Both. You look great, Em.”
My eyes lowered to his crotch area. Fair enough; he was still sporting good ole junior. “Okay, I’ll be off then.”
“Emma?” he called out before I started to walk away.
“I know you’re enjoying being such a tease, but I can only handle a little at a time. Try to be a tad more considerate the next time you decide to check on me, provoking my thoughts to drag you to the nearest room and taste what you’re parading in front of me.”
“I know, right? Too bad you can’t drag me to the nearest room and do the things you want to do to me.” Smiling, I blew him a kiss. “Hope those five women were worth it, Mason.”
Chapter 17
“Some people think it’s wrong, being single isn’t right. But if you hurt the right person, you’ll be wrong all your life.”
- Tyga
Emma
“Happy Birthday!!!” I was woken up by a loud, screaming Trista, Lindsey, Amber and Carter. A five-tiered pancake with fresh strawberries and blueberries piled around it along with sparkly, colorful candles was shoved in front of my partially asleep face.
Sweet. I loved my dolls! “Damn, why couldn’t it be like this every morning?” I smiled before thanking them as they shoved paper bag after paper bag of goodies my way.
The girls already had planned to celebrate with dancing tonight, however, for now, they had to get their lazy bums in gear to get to their classes. They bid me goodbye as they each went out of my room, complaining, sighing and a little whining on the side.
I was grinning from ear to ear as I reached for a strawberry and popped it in my mouth, half-sitting on my crumpled bed. “Don’t you have a class to go to?” I questioningly raised my brow at Carter.
It was ten in the morning, Carter smelled like a fresh shower and was dressed in his usual semi-loose jeans that showcased those thick, glorious thighs and those steel buns that had me panting at his feet back in yesteryears.
Even though Bass had a body that made me feel faint, Carter had a body that made me want to reach out and see if that ass really lived up to my expectations. I loved, loved, luuurved soccer thighs!
“Not until two, but if you want me to leave, I happily will because you’re the birthday girl.” Carter had a smirk on his face as he fed me more strawberries.
I didn’t know what the heck it was with strawberries, or maybe I was too wired with sexual hormones that needed to be unleashed off my deprived body, but I was feeling a little… playful.
I was in love with Bass. However, it’d been a little over a month of no communication with him. No calls, text, or emails of any sort came from him and I didn’t expected any.
For just a brief moment, though, I wanted to feel sexy… beautiful.
Sexual power play.
Sensual.
Erotic.
Carnal.
Gazing at him, I parted my lips and carefully bit through the succulent fruit, savoring the sweet, juicy taste as I watched Carter looking at me with another appetite in mind.
A trickle of juice slowly made its way from the bottom of my lip, all the way down to my chin. Using his thumb, he wiped it off and offered it against my lips. Using the tip of my tongue, I swirled it on his pad, licking any trace of sweetness from it. Before releasing it, I made a little, playful suck as I lasciviously gazed at him. I ended it with a soft graze of my teeth.
Acting as if that little interlude didn’t just occur, I diverted my attention to the plate next to my bed, took a piece of blueberry and popped it in my mouth. “Got any news to share?”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Emma,” he growled before crashing his lips into mine, wretchedly seeking access as he hovered his sinew body over my pliable form.
His lower hips ground, suddenly parting my thighs as he pushed against my mound, rubbing it with fervor over his jeans. I only had my cotton chemise on with no hindrance of underwear to speak of. After months of going commando during nighttime, wearing them again felt weird.
Still kissing me, Carter’s hands were busy roving over my breasts before he drastically took off his shirt, glaring down at me like a feral, loose animal before he took my lips again.
He was hard. So hard that I used the bulging tent, shamelessly writhing against it to soothe my aching nub. “f*uk, baby. I can feel your wetness through my clothes,” he muttered against my lips, losing control as he panted against my cheek.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I spoke the truth as he studied me with acute concentration. “I don’t want to have sex, Carter. I’m not ready for that, but it’s just been so long, I guess my body’s just going crazy.”
“Don’t worry, Em. I’m not going to force myself on you.” He gave me a minute long kiss before whispering into my ear, “What do you want me to do to you? I’m at your service to please you.”