“You don’t have a family?”
“My parents and little brother were killed in a car accident when I was sixteen,”
she explained. She didn’t talk about it often, mostly because she hated the sympathy.
She hated anyone feeling sorry for her, and of course she knew he was going to say it…
“I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “Thanks.” She was already used to the awkward pause that followed.
Doc cleared his throat and said, “So tell me about you and Maureen.”
“We’re roommates.” She wiped her mouth on a napkin-linen. “Best friends since freshman year…”
“And lovers,” he added.
“Yes,” she admitted, flushing.
“But you’re not just into women…” He looked at her quizzically. “I mean, unless I’m crazy, I get a pretty strong vibe that you like men, too. At least, some of us…”
She smiled. “I’m an equal opportunity lover.” Glancing up at him, she asked,
“Does that bother you?”
“Hell no.” He gave a short bark of a laugh. “After last night, you have to ask?”
She stopped short of rolling her eyes. “Ah, the whole lesbian fantasy thing.”
Grinning, Doc leaned back in his chair. “Well come on…I don’t know a straight guy who doesn’t get off on that.”
Carrie wiped her finger around the edge of her plate, capturing the very last of sweetness. “Talk to James.”
Doc rolled his eyes. “Well, I meant outside of the puritanical future ministers of the world.”
“I’ve never been with a man and a woman at the same time before,” she admitted.
He tipped his chair back down, leaning his elbows on the table. “Did it turn you on?”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “You?”
“Being with two women?” he scoffed. “Like I said, might as well die and go to heaven now.”
Carrie frowned. “Don’t you think one woman is enough?”
“She could be…” He laced his hands behind his head and looked at her. “If she was the right one.”
They were playing a game now, cat and mouse. “How would you know?”
“I’d know.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “So you haven’t met her yet…?”
“I didn’t say that.” He laughed. “Come here.” He held a hand out and she took it, letting him pull her toward him. He situated her, standing, between his knees. “Carrie, I have to tell you something.”
“Hm?” She was distracted by the way his hands cupped her hips, even through the thickness of the robe.
“But I don’t want to scare you away again,” he admitted, looking up at her.
“You won’t.” Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair. Standing so close to him, feeling the flex of his thighs against hers, was making her crazy.
“Well…the first thing is…” He looked up at her sheepishly. “The poker game was fixed.”
She gaped at him. “You cheated!”
“Can you ever forgive me?” He looked like she was about to hit him, and she thought about it for a minute. It would serve him right.
She smirked. “What’s the second thing?”
“The second thing is…I can’t stop thinking about you.” He reached out, playing with the tie on her robe, tugging gently. “And it’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to just take you right here, right now.”
She swallowed, looking down at the tie in his hand. It was undone, but the robe was still closed. “You don’t need to stop.”
“Are you sure?” He pressed his index finger to her chest, at the V the close of the robe made, and began to trace down the opening.
“Yes.” She shifted, letting the robe fall open for him, seeing his eyes darken with lust. “Please. Don’t stop.”
He groaned, giving in, and she did, too, drawing his head to her breasts, arching her back. His tongue made fat circles against her nipples, sending sweet pulses through her, straight to her sex.
“God you’re gorgeous,” he moaned, cupping her breasts and pressing them together, his tongue trying to span the distance between her nipples as quickly as possible, back and forth, making Carrie dizzy with wanting him.
“So wet,” she murmured, taking his hand and pressing it between her thighs. He kissed his way down her belly, his fingers moving, parting her swollen pussy lips and exploring.
“Yes you are,” he agreed, slipping his fingers from her cleft and sucking them.
She grabbed his hand and lifted it to her own mouth, making him moan as she licked her own juices from his fingers. “Oh, god, I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Let’s see.” She smiled, sinking to her knees before his chair. His boxers were nicely tented and she tugged them down, grasping him in her hand. Gorgeous, thick and hard-very hard. She leaned in and licked the head of his cock, slowly exploring him with her tongue. His hand moved in her hair, eyes half-closed, watching her take him into her mouth.
“Easy, girl,” he murmured as she began to pick up the pace, greedy for him, sucking hungrily. “I want to fuck you.”
She moaned at the thought of his cock inside of her, sliding her tongue down his shaft to circle the tightening sac of his balls. His hands moved down to cup her breasts, fingering her nipples, making her wiggle between his thighs.
“Upstairs,” he instructed, helping her stand, kissing her deeply before turning and marching her up the stairs.
The bed was a cloud oasis and they both stripped down to nothing before crawling in together, kissing and rolling and groping each other in the early morning light.