Page 4 of Have Faith (Taboo Tales Book Club)

Me?

The now purple tip of his penis disappeared behind the shower curtain completely and so did I. I quietly closed the bathroom door and made my way back to my room, making sure to close the door behind me. I struggled to catch my breath as I leaned my back against the door and tried to process what had just happened.

I just saw Carter masturbating.

Masturbating to me?

It was ridiculous.

However ridiculous it seemed, I was affected nonetheless. My skin was overheated and flushed. If I were to look into the mirror right now, my fair complexion would be the color of a ripe cherry. Gathering myself, I made my way to the bed. I could feel the slick saturation squelching between my legs as I moved, giving away how turned on I was by the scene in the bathroom. I knew about sex and how my body reacted when I was feeling excited, but it was nothing like what I was feeling now. Usually when I felt horny, I would take a nice warm bath to otherwise occupy my mind. I’d tried masturbation a couple of times before but I could never really get into it. Maybe it was because I’d never felt like I did right now.

I was so aroused that the feel of air on my skin turned me on. I decided to try to put it aside - this wrong feeling and this day - as I slipped between my crisp, cotton sheets and turned off my bedside lamp. Closing my eyes, I turned my thoughts to peaceful nothings in order to lull myself into slumber. Unfortunately, all I could think of was Carter’s smooth member, glossy from the shower as it swelled with want. What would the whole thing look like? Would it be big and durable, just like the rest of him? And the smell? I bet he smelled so good down there. Like man and desire.

I shivered, my hands unconsciously seeking out the hem of my shorts; my fingers teasing the elastic band. This is as far as I’d let myself go with these errant thoughts, I told myself as I continued to tickle and tease my abdomen to thoughts of Carter. Oh, I bet it’d feel so good if he was doing this to me. His large hands, almost double the size of my slight ones, catching on my skin as he acquainted himself with my flesh. I mimicked the thought, imagining that it was his hands that slipped under the band of my underwear.

It was his hands that smoothed themselves over the bald expanse of my shaved vulva, tickling the untouched skin.

It was his fingers petting my outer lips.

I hadn’t even opened myself up and already there was wetness seeping out. I touched my arousal, familiarizing myself with the abundant, slick substance. I bit my lip hard to suppress a groan as I spread my legs further to explore.

Tentatively I caressed my slit, whimpering when I touched the fleshy nub at the apex of my middle. What was it called again? My Clitoris. My clit.

It sounded so dirty but it felt so good when I applied just the slightest pressure of my sticky, wet fingers to it. Jesus, maybe I’d gotten masturbation wrong when I’d tried it the first few times. I’d never been this wet and I’d never focused solely on my clit.

As I moved my fingers quicker between my sleek folds, a discernible smacking sound echoed throughout my quiet room, giving way to what I was doing, and turning me on even more.

“Yeah,” my moan was quiet as I continued to circle the inflamed flesh between my lower lips, the sloshing sounds spurring me on, making me work faster and faster. The ache that had begun upon seeing Carter in the shower increased as I thought about him soaking wet, water dripping off of his tanned skin and charcoal hair as he called my name with his release.

“Carter,” I whispered, feeling mutual satisfaction in knowing that he’d done the same moments before. I was fiercely excited as I continued my self-discovery, reaching faster for my reprieve. I felt like I was on the precipice of something. Orgasm, enlightenment, nirvana… I wasn’t sure. And I wasn’t going to figure it out tonight because just as I was on the brink of something truly astonishing a knock sounded on my door before it creaked open, revealing none other than the man of my fantasies.

Carter Kennedy.

Chapter 5: Carter

The first thing I noticed when I walked into her room was the smell. It was a pungent yet sweet scent that I’d know anywhere, anytime.

Pussy. Wet pussy.

The smell coupled with the darkness of the room disoriented me as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. It was then that I noticed the quick, breathless sounds coming from the direction of Faith’s bed, drawing me closer. I wasn’t sure if she was asleep or not, but I wanted to talk to her. No, I needed to talk to her, and now that prospect seemed like it was shot all to hell. How the fuck was I supposed to have a rational conversation with her when all that I could smell was her wet heat?

“What are you doing?” Faith murmured hoarsely.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Well, I’m in bed. Can it wait until tomorrow?” She sounded tense and nervous as I reached the edge of her mattress. I could see her figure outlined in the moonlight, her whole body hidden beneath the coral colored comforter.

“No, it can’t.” I sat down on the edge of the bed, causing her to shriek in response.

“Carter?!!” She whisper-screamed, sitting up and grasping the cover to her chest.

I was adept at seeing things in the darkest of darks - compliments of my multiple tours in the Middle East - and I could make out every single one of Faith’s features in the moonlit room. Her long hair was loose around her shoulders, hanging to her ribs in messy waves, begging for my hands. I could see the thin straps of her tank top and bra along her shoulder blades and the firm grip that she had on her blanket as she clutched it to her belly, hiding everything else underneath it.

I reached forward, grabbing one of her hands and prying it off the cover. She drew in a sharp breath and struggled to retain control of her hand from my own, but it was no use. I brought her silken hand towards me, determined to figure out if she had been doing what I thought she was before I walked in here.

“Stop. Give me back my hand,” She whined and fought, her grip faltering on the cover as she stood up on her knees. The little minx was tenacious, I thought as I grabbed her other hand, restraining both of them in one of my palms as I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply.

Sweet Jesus.

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