Page 14 of Paradise

I grab on to him, digging my fingers into the material of his shirt while he pounds into me, making my ass bang against the wall. I moan loud, and he pulls his head back to slam his lips to mine again to keep me quiet.

He groans deep in his throat, his hips speeding up and becoming erratic as his orgasm washes over him. Pulling his lips from mine, his head falls to my shoulder, breathing heavily while fucking me through his climax.

“Baby,” he heaves, biting and sucking hard on my neck, drawing a whimper from my lips.

I dig my nails into him as pleasure mixes with pain, curling his shirt in my fists.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes, his hips slowing down as his orgasm dissipates. Lifting his head, he looks into my eyes as his hands release me one by one, so I’m standing before him. Then he’s slipping his hand between my legs and plunging two fingers inside of me quickly.

I cry out, spreading my legs the best I can while I’m standing in this cramped space. “Carson.”

He fucks me fast and hard with his hand, his cum making the sound of wet flesh echo around us. “Come on, baby, you know what I want.”

His other hand joins between my legs, and he uses his fingers to play with my clit as he continues to thrust into me with his fingers. My orgasm creeps up on me, surprising me and making me yell out. He kisses me mid-moan, silencing me enough that no one will hear, and I grind and buck onto his fingers as knee-weakening ecstasy ripples through me.

“That’s it,” He pulls his mouth back an inch. “That’s what I wanted, my good fucking girl.”

I press my lips together to keep myself quiet, staring at Carson as he pushes me farther and farther over the edge of my climax until I finally fall back, limp against the wall, my chest heaving.

Pulling his fingers from inside me, he mirrors my actions from earlier, tracing along my lips with the soaked digits. “Open.”

I obey instantly, parting my lips, and holding his gaze as he pushes his two fingers into my mouth. Wrapping my tongue around them, I suction my lips, savoring our combined flavor and not wasting a drop. He nods as his eyes latch onto the movement, pushing his fingers deeper into my mouth until I gag, but I don’t drop his gaze. Smirking, he pulls them back a little. “Taste good?”

I nod languidly, moaning around his fingers, and when he removes them from my mouth slowly, I lick around them until they disappear.

He puts his lips to mine, speaking against them so they vibrate. “You’re a dirty fucking girl.”

I nod again, smiling. “Only for you.”

He grins, and I feel it against my lips. “That’s right. Only for me.”

five

CARSON

We land in Hawaii just after the sun has set, which is the middle of the night for us because of the time change. Logan and I managed to get a few more hours of sleep on the plane before we landed, but I’m still dragging like a zombie as we make our way out into the airport.

First-class is let off first, so we meet up with our parents at the gate, pulling our carry-on bags behind us like dead weight. Levi is chipper, since he slept for almost twelve hours on the plane, and he keeps going on about finding somewhere to party tonight.

Logan has her hood up, walking ahead of us with her shoulders slumped forward because she has a headache and said Levi’s voice is“like a cheese grater on her brain.”

We find where we’re supposed to get our luggage pretty easily, and aside from the occasional comment from Levi, everyone is silent as we stand and wait for our bags to come around. My mom and Gary look exhausted as well, so they’re sitting on a bench at the edge of the carousel watching it spin.

“Maybe we should just head out to the beach for tonight,” Levi suggests, making Logan groan, and I spin around to look at him.

“Why don’t you go find one of those cart things to wheel our bags on before Logan kills you?”

He points at me, then spins on his heel. “I got you.”

I slide up next to Logan as Levi is walking away and put my arm around her. “You good?”

“Is it socially acceptable to lay on the floor in Hawaii?” she grumbles, her voice laced with sleep.

“I don’t think that’s socially acceptable anywhere, baby.”

She shrugs but doesn’t say anything else.

Once I spot one of our bags coming around the carousel, Levi is walking up behind me, pushing two metal carts, one with each hand. We all take turns leaping forward and pulling our bags off, then throwing them onto the carts.