The Lying Games: The Complete Love Games Duet, page 34
“I want you so bad right now,” I mutter.
“I know,” she says, pressing her forehead against mine. “I want you, too.”
Our lips hover close together without touching.
Seconds. Minutes.
She strokes me back and forth and we stare into each other’s eyes.
I try to keep a clear head. But it’s hard because in addition to being wine drunk, I’m Lacy drunk.
Drunk off the most beautiful angel who’s ever entered into my world.
This very well could be the last time we do this.
Still, she gives. She strokes me, without asking for a damn thing in return.
Closing the last inch between our lips, I kiss her. Our mouths are heavy with electricity that traverses every inch of our bodies.
I know it’s in her because I can feel her, too.
Reaching down, I put my hand on top of hers, and pull it off my dick.
“What? You don’t like it?” she asks.
“I love it,” I growl, looking right into her sea blue eyes. In my peripheral vision, I notice the very faintest speck of dawn outside, but the moon is still bright.
“But tonight is not about my pleasure. It’s about your pleasure. So sit back and relax.”
52
Carter
“What are you doing?” she purrs.
“What do you mean?”
“This isn’t how you like to do this.”
“Do what? Fuck?”
She bites her lip. “You like to just…”
“Just what?”
“You just fucking take me.”
“I’ll do you however I want,” I growled out.
I trail kisses down her stomach. “I like all the ways you kiss me. I get suspicious when you’re like this, though.”
Repositioning my body so that her legs are spread and I’m kneeling between them, I smirk.
“So you’re suspicious because I’m not just taking you.”
“Yeah. You’re just not taking me like how you want.”
“So that’s all you want—for me to take you how I want.”
Wrapping my hands around her legs, I gaze down at her beautiful, supple body.
“So what have you been thinking about these past six months when you do this, while thinking of me?”
Reaching a thumb around, I press down gently on her clit, which is already slick with desire.
“Nothing,” she breathes, smiling. “I don’t think of you.”
“Lies,” I say. “What have we said about those?”
“Fine. I thought of you once.”
I furrow my brow, but don’t say anything.
“Okay, maybe twice.”
“Tell me what you thought about.”
“Sometimes, I do think about you just taking me savagely, like the first night. I think about you finding me—preferably somewhere inappropriate where we might get caught—and tearing my clothes off and bending me over the nearest available flat surface with those greedy, lustful eyes.”
I feel my cock expand with every syllable she speaks. Not only is the image beautiful, but her just-woke-up, relaxed voice has such a beautiful tone.
“That’s hot. Very hot,” I say, pressing down lightly on her clit, teasing her with a deep press every once in a while. “Anything else?”
“I do think about you being tender, sometimes.”
“Tell me more about how I would be tender.”
“You would kiss me on the lips.”
Leaning forward, I move up and lay right next to her, my hand slipping away from her sex.
“Like this?”
I kiss her gently, deep, and long. She grabs hold of my shoulder and pulls me into her.
“Just like that,” she says, rubbing her hand through my hair.
“How about we do it again,” I say. “Sounds like it was something you’ve thought about a lot.”
I kiss her again, and she moans into my mouth, her eyes fluttering shut.
“My God, Carter,” she breathes when our lips separate. “You feel...different.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know, but--”
I run my hand through her thick black hair. “But…?”
“I’ve never felt myself getting turned on from a kiss like that before. Not even from you.”
I slide my hand down her side to her hip, then find her clit again with my finger.
“Good thing I’m right handed,” I joke. “Would have been a bummer with this bum left hand I have.”
She rolls her eyes first at my joke, then grabs my forearm and rolls her eyes again, in lust.
“Oh God, Carter. Oh God,” she repeats as I rub circles around her clit.
“Is this the next phase of your fantasy?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Just like that.”
Closing her eyes, she moans, arching her back, and her head pushes into the pillow.
“God Carter,” she says. “I didn’t know you had this in you.”
I squint. “Didn’t have what in me?”
“This gentleness.”
“Only for you,” I wink.
She slides a hand down my waist and into my boxers, wrapping it around my already rock hard cock.
“I want this, so bad,” she whispers, opening her eyes and locking on me like a target.
“No,” I growl. “Not now.”
“No?”
“Just let me be about you. For once.”
“If you insist. I don’t get where this side of Carter is coming from, though…”
Slipping one finger inside, I tease her even more, and her moans get louder.
“So what does fantasy Carter do next?” I ask.
“He goes down on me…for like twenty minutes.”
“What a coincidence.”
“What do you mean?” she breathes.
“That’s just what I was about to do.”
Trailing kisses down her stomach, I reposition her body and land my mouth between her legs.
I tongue her slit and finger her at the same time like I’ve been in the desert for forty days and she’s got the only supply of food available. And in some ways, maybe she does. After a while, I feel her pussy tighten.
“Carter, I’m coming...can I...oh God it doesn’t matter.”
“Come baby. Come all over my face.” I breathe quickly before mouthing her again. I feel her entire body quiver with pleasure. She arches her hips up and into me, and screams as she comes.
“Holy shit, Cartwheel,” she whispers as she comes down. “Holy shit.”
I smile, then use my arm to wipe her juices off my mouth. “Holy shit is right.”
“I haven’t come like that in four months.”
“Well hopefully it won’t be so long until the next one.”
As I speak, I slip my boxers off and rub the tip of my cock on her opening.
“Is this phase four of your fantasy?”
“I thought we were on phase five.”
“Whatever,” I say, and before she says another word I push inside of her, holding my cock at the base so I don’t go all the way in.
Leaning down, I kiss her on the neck.
“Why are you being so gentle all of a sudden?” she whispers in my ear.
“I just want to see if I can do it.”
“You can.”
“And how does it feel?”
“It feels amazing. It also feels a little like you’re teasing me. Are you...all in?”
I laugh. “Yeah. I’m in all the way.”
She rolls her eyes, and reaches a hand down to my cock, feeling that I’m holding out on her.
“Liar. Give it all to me.”
“You sure you can handle it?” I tease. “It’s been a while.”
“You know I can.”
With her hand, she pulls my hand away from my cock, and I push all the way inside her.
“Oohhh yes,” she moans, and wraps her legs around me. “That’s it.”
I thrust slowly at first, She’s tighter than I remember, and she’s already got me on the brink of coming.
Pushing in and out slowly, I wait for my cock to get used to her. Or maybe she’s getting used to me.
She feels angelic. I’m fucking an angel right now.
So I fuck as slow as I can. I kiss her neck. Her cheek. Her nose. Her lips.
Sliding in and out, painfully slow.
“Oh God, what are you doing to me,” Lacy whispers as she nibbles at my ear.
“This is gentle Carter,” I say. “How do you like?”
“I love,” she says. “I love.”
I rock into her hips slowly, taking my time and feeling every inch of her.
Pleasure sears through me, and I know, this could only be with her.
Only with Lacy could I fuck like this.
Make love like this.
I smile, then bite my lip, thinking in my head about *making love*.
“Hey,” Lacy says, gripping the hair behind my head. “It’s time for phase six.” I’m so high I barely hear her.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“Fuck me hard.”
It’s like the word ‘hard’ turns me into a different person.
I speed up, until I am long-stroking her hard and deep and I’m not myself any more.
Gentle Carter has left the building.
Now all I do is respond to Lacy’s moans and her wiggles.
Above the sound of skin on sweaty skin, the sun starts to shine just onto her face, and I realize something fully.
This had to be Lacy.
She’s the one.
“Laces,” I blurt out, in the middle of being balls deep inside her.
“Oh God, Oh God, Carter.”
She cries out and clenches around my cock, and I’m done.
I shoot ropes inside her, I must keep going for a minute, I’ve got so much tension built up inside me.
When we’re done I hold inside her for a moment.
“I don’t know where the hell that came from, but I want more of it,” Lacy says.
53
Lacy
Laying in the early morning sun, still in bed, we sip waters and let the breeze waft onto us through the open window.
“Well that was...different,” I say.
“Different good? Or different bad?”
“Neither...just different. I’m surprised you had that in you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I thought you always had to be in control.”
“Do you like it when I’m in control?”
“I like it. But I like it when you let go, too, like you just did.”
“I realized I’ve never really asked you...what you like.”
“So what made you think you should ask me now?” I ask.
He shrugs, rubbing my leg. “I just figured the time was now. I don’t know. I just wanted to.”
“It was fun.”
“It’s funny, I thought you liked it when I was in control.”
I shrug. “That’s not why I like sex with you. It doesn’t have to do with control, or not control.”
“Oh? What does it have to do with?”
“That it’s you.”
Carter’s gorgeous eyes look amber in the early sun as they flit downward toward my naked body.
“Oh.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself?” I say, grinning.
“I’ll be honest. I like having all different types of sex with you. I do especially enjoy just...taking you, though.”
I run my hand along the middle of his abs, and smile. “I can’t put my finger on it, but you seem different.”
“I feel different. All I want is for you to truly be happy. If that’s with me, or—what’s his name, James—"
“Please don’t talk about Josh,” I interrupt. “Not a good topic for post-sex discussion.”
Carter nods. “Right. We should keep talking about the next time I’m going to take you like I did on the yacht.”
“That was very hot,” I add, swallowing. “Different…but hot. I’m just a little surprised to see you sensitive like you just were. And I wonder what’s gotten into you.”
Carter sits up in bed, the covers partially crumpling over his legs. “I wanted to see if I could,” he says.
“I don’t understand.”
“The more I dig into my father’s background, the more I’m worried I’ll end up like him. What if his ways are in my blood? What if I mess you up, just like he messed me up?”
I rub his shoulder. “How would you do that? You don’t have to follow in his footsteps. You are your own person, Carter.”
He locks his eyes on mine, and speaks, a darkness in his voice. “Maybe. But I’ve got it. I’ve got the monster inside me, too. Maybe it sounds crazy, but I know I do.”
“Why do you think that?”
He pauses. “Because. I like taking you like I did on the yacht. I like being in control and I like when you submit to me. It turns me on a hell of a lot.”
I sit up and turn cross legged toward him.
“Well, Carter. Maybe if you asked me about these things, you’d know that I find it sexy, too. I like handing you the reins. As long as I know I can trust you. I feel it now. I can trust you.”
His eyes widen, and he threads his hand through my hair.
“You’ve said very many sexy things to me. But that might be the sexiest.”
We lean into each other and kiss.
Sparks fly.
Electricity runs through me.
We don’t stop.
“Fucking A, you’re making me hard again,” Carter growls.
I slide my hand down his stomach and onto his thickening cock.
“You don’t say,” I smile.
We pass out in an array of sweaty limbs, and I finally feel my hangover starting to subside.
When I wake up, I hear Carter in the shower, singing a tune.
I check my phone, and notice that the Wi-Fi is working again.
“Hey babe, Wi-Fi is working,” I yell to Carter in the shower.
“Perfect. Can you set the password on mine? I wonder if I have any missed calls. Passcode is 080418.
“No problem,” I say, grabbing Carter’s phone.
I press the passcode, open his phone up, and enter the Wi-Fi password to make it work.
His phone immediately starts buzzing with texts and messenger notifications.
I squint at one name that comes up.
Russian Girl from the Club
Who labels their contacts like that?
My heart beating a little harder than it should, I click on the text.
It’s from last night, a picture text.
Wearing a robe that barely covers her nipples, her head is tilted slightly to the side, and she’s making a duck face.
The text plastered across the photo says:
Loved seeing you at the party last week. This might be forward, but when can get together again, just the two of us? (eggplant/Peach emoji)
My heart hammers, my eyes unfocus.
The phone slips out of my hand.
The shower turns off, and Carter comes back to the bedroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Everything okay?”
“No,” I swallow. “Everything is not okay.”
54
Lacy
I spin the picture and text around and show it to him.
Carter glances at the picture, then at me.
“Goddammit.”
My heart bubbles with rage.
Carter looks me in the eye. “Lacy, this girl is a stage five clinger. I met her at a party a while back. She’s a Jersey Chaser.”
“Well if she’s ‘nothing,’ why did you give her your number?”
“We had a one night fling before you came to Chicago.”
“Oh.” I swallow, wondering how many more Jersey Chasers there are out there. “This is still upsetting.”
Carter stays calm. “Why would I tell you to look at my phone if I have something to hide? I don’t care. You can read our whole conversation if you want. I honestly don’t care.”
My heart, which had been up in my throat, drops to my feet. I’m overcome by a discordant feeling.
The black butterflies are back.
“I honestly don’t know what to think,” I admit. “You’re changing, obviously. You seem like a new person. How we just were, together…”
My voice trails off. I take a deep breath, and sit up on the bed. Hunching over my phone, I’m unable to shake the sinking feeling in my gut.
Carter, still with just his towel wrapped around his waist, stands in front of me.
“What, you don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” I say. “It’s just not a good feeling when we finally sleep together for the first time in half a year, and then I see this.”
I’m even surprised myself by the vitriol that sneaks into my voice.
“Hey,” he says, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
I trust Carter, but I’m starting to feel like maybe a tropical paradise isn’t the best place for me to objectively think through our future.
Vacations are nice, but I feel myself getting swept away again, and I need to self-preserve, too. I can’t let myself get hurt again.
Carter steps away and puts on boxer briefs. “In case you missed it, there was a part of our lives—about eight years—where we barely talked, and yes, that involved me dating—and sleeping—with other people.”
“Thank you for putting that image in my head.”
“I’m serious. I want to be with you, Lacy. I know that now, but I can’t change what’s already happened, and we can’t move forward if you’re going to hold onto these types of things from the past.”
I feel my body clench up. “If we’re really being honest with each other, this is how I feel.”
Carter shrugs as he pulls his shorts on.
“Well then I should be honest with you, too.” He locks his eyes on me. “Maybe I’m not a nice person when it comes to most people. Maybe you’re right to be scared. It’s not like this is standard behavior for me.”
I stand up and step toward my suitcase, getting my clothes on.
