He groaned, thrust harder into me, and shaped my flesh into his cock. “Oh yes. See. I’m such a good boy.”
Closing my eyes, my body trembled, and I think I came again, or something even fiercer happened. My senses came alive. Adrian was deeper inside of me, but I wasn’t talking about his cock.
This man seeped into my core somehow.
Had I left the back door of my mind open for some unsuspecting person to sneak in? Why did this seem like more than sex? If I broke this moment down to the bare bones, then we’d just caressed each other’s body parts, nothing more.
But that was lie.
This instance represented more. We’d already merged our minds—all those nights of wine-drenched flirting by the fireplace and mornings of self-disclosing chatter. Our words and thoughts bridged this bond between us. We were electric each time we were in the other’s presence. I’d tried to pass it up as some simple fascination with this remarkable man.
I could have passed it all up.
But then I had to fuck him.
“Carmen!” He wrenched his cock out of me. I opened my eyes and watched the beauty of him.
“Oh, Carmen.” He stroked his cock at rapid speed. Semen spurt out of his fat tip, spraying my ass with warm, white liquid.
“Oh, you’re so nasty.” I gripped the sheets harder, knowing I’d go another round with him if he craved it.
Even worse, he can talk me into sex any other time too. Damn him.
Chapter 8
Mother, May I?
Adrian
In my dreams, we danced all night long.
Gems of all colors dangled from Carmen’s dress. When she swayed, they clinked together and made the sweetest song. When I spun her around, the dress chimed into the wind.
Blood red roses surrounded the room and spread their perfume into the space. Candles sparkled between them, spreading a dim light throughout this empty ballroom where our shadows danced on the high walls.
Music played, but I couldn’t figure out what type. In one minute, violins swooned. In the next, an electric guitar blared.
We laughed and swirled around the room. Our bodies spiraled over and over, reminding me of those twisting teacups at Disney. I’d loved them so, every time Mom took me.
Turning and turning, we were giddy with each other. Lost in the moment of us. Our lips collided into a wet feast. Our fingers slipped against flesh.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Carmen rested her head on my chest. “I love you too.”
“Aww.” I tightened my hold on her, scared that she’d run away. “Finally, you tell me this? It took all of this time for you to admit it.”
“I didn’t know either.”
I ran my fingers through her hair. “But now that you know, what will we do?”
“Well, you still have issues. We can’t forget that.”
“Issues?” I stopped our dancing and leaned back to get a look at her. “What issues do I have?”
“You know.” She pulled away from me. With each inch of her leaning back, her skin lightened from brown to pale white. The contours of her face reshaped. Her hair transformed from thick curls to silky strands. The color changed to my own color.
I held breath, understanding what was happening. “No. Please, just give me this one dream. Please.”
“But then how will we address your issues?” My mom stared back at me, wearing Carmen’s dress. “You were always such a good boy.”
I screamed.
No!
I woke up right in time to hear a door slam closed and stomping head to the bed where Carmen and I lay, entwined in each other’s arms.
“Get up!” A man’s loud voice shook me out of my slumber. “I can’t believe this!”
Shit! Is that Dad?
Rubbing my eyes, I let go of Carmen’s nude and now shivering body. “Calm down, Dad.”
A splotchy red tinted his skin. Bags hung under his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled. He probably hadn’t slept all night. His fast-lane life was catching up with him. One day, he’d have to face the reality. He’d have to learn how to grow up.
“Calm down?” Dad stumbled over to my side. “You know our rules. Never in my bed. You fuck them? Fine. Just not where I sleep. I give you one rule and you break it. One damn rule.”
I had no idea when Carmen woke up, but she shrieked and jumped up. I tried to reach for her, and she shook her head and got away from my hands.
Damn you, Dad. Why did you have to come back this morning of all mornings?
Carmen put her back to me as she yanked the covers up to her shoulders and slipped out of bed, dragging them with her.
“Oh don’t try to cover up now, honey,” Dad spit those words out and then turned back to me. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to fuck in Daddy’s bed, right?”
“Dad—”
“What does he mean?” Carmen grabbed my attention with her question, but I couldn’t look at her. I wasn’t sure how much she’d heard about Dad and me. We shared many women in the past. Some of them left penniless and full of resentment, spreading the word about our deviant adventures.