HARLEY
I’m goingto hell for what I’m about to do with my enemy.
Okay, so maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I probably won’t go to hell, and Carter isn’t really the enemy. He’s just the oldest son and brother of the enemy.
The point is, I should not be getting ready to have sex with him. I’m pretty sure my brother, Wesley, and his girlfriend won’t take too kindly to it if they find out.
I have zero plausible excuses to give them. I can’t even blame it on alcohol, because I’ve only had one drink.
Nope. My only reasoning is that Carter looks too good to pass up, especially with the way his eyes have been boring into me for the last hour at Whiskey’s. You know the look I’m talking about. The sexy look. The one that says he’s already fucked me six ways to Sunday.
Oh, and there’s also the excuse that my lady bits haven’t had any action in way too long. I’ve had opportunities, but none of the men I’ve met through the dating app I joined has sparked my interest. I’m well overdue for some D before my va-jay-jay decides to rehymenate itself.
Why I decided to bring Carter back to my place and not insist we go to his—which would make it easier to leave afterwards—I’ll contemplate later. Right now, I’m much too occupied with how good his hands feel as he runs them up my sides while he takes off my dress.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he says roughly as I stand in front of him, in nothing but a strapless bra and thong. The blatant desire in his eyes makes me feel gorgeous.
My lips curve up, and I suddenly and stupidly feel self-conscious. “Thank you.”
The feeling is gone in the next instant when the cups of my bra are yanked down and Carter wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me up so my breasts are in his face. He tugs one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. I gasp and let my head thump against the wall at my back.
I hug my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, bringing his impressive bulge against my aching center. The vibration of his deep groans against my breast feels like heaven.
My hands, which were latched onto his biceps, slide over his shoulders then up his neck to the back of his head. I grab a handful of hair and tug his head back. He lets my nipple go with a pop and stares up at me.
“Fuck me, Carter,” I pant, barely able to get the words past my dry lips. I run my tongue over them. “Right here. I can’t wait. I want it hard and rough.”
His nostrils flare and his golden-amber eyes flash with unrestrained lust.
He taps the outside of my thigh, so I drop my legs. After yanking off his shirt, he fishes out a condom from his wallet. I release the clasp of my bra and wiggle my thong down my legs. Holding the foil packet between his teeth, he works on the button and zipper of his jeans. As soon as his cock is free from its confines, he rips the packet open. I look down to watch him roll it on and my eyes widen. He’s big. Like really fucking big. Long and fat. So big, I become anxious it’s going to rip me in two when he puts it inside me.
Carter chuckles, and I jerk my eyes up to his, seeing his smug grin. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make it fit.”
Holy shit. Why in the hell did his words make me gush between my legs?
I reach for him, eager to see just how well he’ll make it fit, but he stops me. Curling his fingers around my waist, he spins me, then takes my hands and places them on the wall.
“Keep them there,” he whispers in my ear.
Before I can utter a word, he grabs my waist again and pulls me back a step, so I’m slightly bent over. I stare at the wall in front of me, the air entering and leaving my lungs coming in little puffs.
I expect him to go straight for the goods, so I tense and prepare myself for the first uncomfortable invasion of his cock when he presses the head between my folds. Instead of pushing inside, he slides his shaft back and forth between my pussy lips. The head bumps my clit with each slow thrust and it sends shock waves of pleasure through me.
It’s torturous, what he’s doing, because it feels so damn good, but I also want him to fill me up.
I’m on the verge of begging him, when he stops with the head at my hole. He pushes just the tip inside and stops. I wiggle my hips, letting him know I want him, but he denies me with a slap on my ass.
I gasp and jerk my head around to look at him over my shoulder, glaring at the sexy smirk he gives me.
“Stay still. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I grunt, curling my fingers into fists against the wall. “Then move. I can take more.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
He slides in a bit more, and it’s then I start to feel the stretch. It’s not all-together uncomfortable, but enough to know it’s a tight fit.