Page 14 of Carlos: Trilogy: Part Two

He turned back to the pans on the stovetop. She smelled eggs and bacon. “Take a seat. This is almost ready.”

“You cooked for me too?” Surprise kept her where she stood in the doorway.

Carlos was quiet for a minute too long and she realized, again, that she’d hurt him with her question. She hung her head, her dyed brunette curls falling forward to hide her face. Despite her feelings for him, how could this relationship ever work if she was constantly doubting both herself and him? Zoe didn’t want to hurt Carlos. That was the last thing she wanted.

She heard the click of the knobs being turned off, followed by the scraping of the pans and clank of the ceramic plates being picked up and brought to the table. Still, she stood in the doorway. Would he even want to have breakfast with her? Why would he?

Strong arms encircled her, warmth infused her, and Zoe sagged against him on instinct. This felt right. In his arms, there was no doubt, no fear. Her arms looped around his broad chest, tucking under his pits. He was so big that her fingertips couldn’t even touch at his back. Her fingers dug into his hard muscle and she ridiculously wished she could burrow her way inside him. The ultimate shield.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed against his bare chest. The fuzz there tickled her lips.

Carlos lifted his hands to her face. He cupped her cheeks, gently coaxing her to lift her head. As soon as she did, his lips were on hers. One hand shifted around to grip the hair at the base of her head. Her arms around him tightened as she went up on her toes to meet him with equal intensity.

Carlos bent his knees, scooping her up under her butt by his free arm. The summer dress she’d put on was loose enough that it did not impede her legs from looping around his hips.

“Breakfast can wait,” he murmured against her lips. “Our talk can wait. I have to have you, sunshine. Please.”

She’d barely nodded before he started walking them down towards their bedroom. Funny, she thought, as he closed the door with his foot. She didn’t have an issue calling it their bedroom when she was in his arms.

CHAPTER 5

Zoe trembled as he laid her out on their bed. The other two times they had sex, it had been fun and lively. Zoe could not recall a time with any man where she’d laughed during sex. It gave those times with Carlos an elated feeling that surpassed passion. The fact that he’d made himself vulnerable to her had relaxed her in a way she hadn’t thought possible after Davis’s treatment of her. She’d never enjoy the company of a sexual partner more than she did Carlos.

As she watched him strip off his pajama pants, there was an intensity between them that heated the air. Zoe felt her nipples pebble against her dress, moisture pooled between her legs, and her tongue dampened her lips in anticipation of his touch.

Staring down at her, Carlos took his thick erection in his hand and started to leisurely stroke himself. “Are you wet enough for me? I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back once I get my mouth on you.”

Zoe shuddered. She hiked up her butt enough to pull the long dress up under her hips, revealing the fact that all she’d been wearing was the dress. No bra, no panties.

His eyes darkened. “Fuck. Naughty girl, you were standing in my kitchen with no panties on? If I’d known I’d have bent you over the counter instead of carrying you to our bed.”

Heat seared her at the idea of him taking her in the kitchen. It did not occur to her until later in the day that it shouldn’t have turned her on so much, considering the last time Davis had forced himself on her had been in their kitchen. But right then, that thought never even crossed her mind. All she saw was Carlos bending her over the kitchen counter, hiking up her dress, and entering her from behind.

He must have picked up on her increased mood. “You like that idea, don’t you, sunshine?” He continued to stroke his cock. “You want me to take you, use you, in the kitchen. How about the living room? Bend you over the arm of the couch and spank your little ass until it reddens with the print of my hand.”

Zoe’s breath hitched at his words. Her back bowed off of the bed and she felt her clit throb with nothing more than him voicing a fantasy. “Carlos… Please…”

Carlos moved over to the nightstand. He reached inside to pull out a condom packet. Using his teeth, he tore it open, but he didn’t move to take it out of the wrapper. Instead, he held it out towards her. “Put it on me, sunshine.”

Zoe rose up onto her knees. She pulled the dress off over her head, leaving her just as naked as he was. She crawled on her knees on the mattress over to the edge of the bed.

Feeling more wanton and adventurous than she had the first time they’d made love, Zoe pulled the moist latex from the wrapper. Making sure it was facing the right way, she placed it to her mouth instead of the head of his cock. She stared into his eyes as she lowered herself down and used her mouth and tongue to roll the condom down the length of his erection.

Knowing he wasn’t averse to a bit of pain mixed with pleasure, Zoe carefully scraped the edge of her teeth along his hard shaft as she backed her mouth off of him. Carlos let out a low moan. His hand went to her hair and he held her face in place for a couple of extra thrusts before he removed himself from her mouth. Using her hair, he tipped her head upwards to stare up at him.

Crouched as she was on her knees before him on the mattress, she acknowledged the submissiveness of the position. More importantly, though, she realized she wasn’t scared of him. He had a tight hold on her hair, but she did not fear him.

“Where in the world did you learn to do that, sunshine?”

Zoe bit her lip before admitting, “I’ve been doing some research. You let me borrow your tablet yesterday, remember? I probably should have erased the history.”

His grip on her tightened slightly, though not painfully. She knew to the marrow of her bones that if she showed a hint of pain that he would back off. Carlos led her to rise up on her knees by her hair. Zoe’s hard nipples scraped against his hard chest as she rose.

“And what other wicked things were you looking up on my tablet?” His voice was deep, dark, but there was a hitch to it that portrayed his intense arousal. She had a suspicion that he was barely able to keep himself under control.

Suddenly, she knew that she didn’t want Controlled Carlos. She wanted Wild Carlos, Unabashed Carlos, Naughty Carlos.

Zoe leaned in, nipping at his jawline that he hadn’t shaved yet that morning. “I was looking up the best strap-ons with large dicks made for anal pleasure.”

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