Page 100 of Debts and Desires
“It is, now.”
When he finally looked away, he pulled out his wallet, grabbing a wad of cash. He motioned for Tyler to come back over. Carter went to hand Tyler the money when Tyler shook his head, pushing it away.
“Nah, man. I told you it’s on the house tonight,” Ty said.
“It’ll end up in the tip jar then,” Carter said. With a sigh, Tyler took it. “We gotta get home to Mac.” He grabbed my hand, gently tugging me off the barstool. “Back door unlocked?”
“No, but you can go ahead out that way. Just make sure to lock it on the way out.” Carter gave a nod and we were heading to the back, toward the door to the alley. I halted, making Carter turn.
“Just trust me, okay?” he said, putting his hat on backwards. I nodded.
He led me outside. The night air hit me, sending goosebumps across my skin. Or maybe it was the memory of what had happened here. I found myself pushed up against the brick wall, Carter’s arms caging me in.
At first, I wanted to freak out, everything was way too similar. But then he ground his hips into mine, the bulge in his jeans rubbing against me. My eyes fluttering closed as I imagined what it would be like to have him inside of me. As if hearing my thoughts, his hands slipped down beneath my dress. I gasped as he slid two fingers beneath my underwear and inside of me, curling them in a way that made me see stars. The sounds of cars driving by and people talking in front of the bar were the soundtrack to our little tryst. And it was incredible.
His mouth pressed into the crook of my neck, biting and sucking. I was almost to the edge when he pulled his hand from me. I was about to protest when he ripped my underwear off of me completely, balling them up and stuffing them in his pocket.
“Carter!” I hissed as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Someone might see!” He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist out of instinct.
“Then I guess you better come quick, huh?” His eyes burned into mine as he pushed into me in one go, his cock filling and stretching me open. I barely had time to hold on to him before his hands gripped my hips tight, keeping me in place as he thrust into me over and over. My nails dug into his skin, exploring his body. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt, his ragged breaths becoming louder as he lost himself with me. My legs shook around him as he bit into my neck. I moaned.
“The only memories you’re gonna have here are the ones of me kissin’ the daylights out of you and of me fillin’ your pussy with my cum ,” he said breathlessly.
Carter fucked me harder and faster, and I struggled to hold back. I tried to stay quiet, but as he continued, I was starting to lose control. He must have sensed it, because he moved faster, putting his mouth beside my ear.
“Sing for me, Buttercup,” he groaned as I tightened around his cock. He fucked me through it, never stopping. The pressure in my core built and built until I was sure I would explode. And then I was coming, his mouth swallowing my cries. I was a mess, clinging to him, panting. He hadn’t stopped, but he was grinning down at me as he continued. Then his hand came up and wrapped around my throat as he pounded me harder. He squeezed my throat a little tighter as he came inside of me. The pain mixed with pleasure made me come again unexpectedly, this time much louder and more intense than the last.
For a moment, I felt weightless, as if I were floating.
When he pulled away, I opened my eyes, still trying to catch my breath. He was smiling at me as he put me back on my feet. He straightened my dress before tucking himself into his pants and zipping them back up. We stared at each other for a long time before we laughed like lust-drunk teenagers. When we started to walk to his Blazer, I remembered he promised a kiss.
“What happened to kissing the daylights out of me?” I teased. Suddenly I was against the wall again, only this time his hands cupped the sides of my face and his lips met mine. Isighed into his mouth, pulling him closer. I would never tire of kissing Carter.
When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine before he pulled me in, hugging me tightly to his chest. I sighed happily, melting into him once more.
“Take me home,” I whispered.
“Gladly.”
39. CHECKLIST
October 27
Day Sixty-One
193 Hours to Go
“Emogen!” Mom called. I was in my bedroom, practicing. I ran down the stairs to see what she wanted. My parents stood before me, their disapproving glares casting long shadows across the room. “Can you explain this?” It was my degree.
“I—” How had she found it?
“You are a disappointment to this family!” she screamed.
“You won’t receive a penny more, you dishonest, selfish, spoiled child. After everything we’ve done for you?!” my father snarled.
“I want you out of this house and out of my sight for good!”
With every word they uttered, their voices grew louder, their criticisms sharper, until the weight of their expectations threatened to crush me entirely. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t speak. I looked at myself in the mirror. My small stature, cherub round face, and broken little eyes stared back at me. It was my eighth birthday. Everyone was happy except me. I wasn’t allowed to be.
