Redemption (Complete)

18. Along For The Ride

It took Violet a few minutes to collect herself after her impromptu bathroom orgasm. When her cheeks were finally less flushed and her clothing back in a presentable status, she left the bathroom to go back to the party.

Constance was almost done with opening gifts, having only one or two left.

"My dear, are you alright?" Mathilde asked her daughter, her face looking concerned. "You were in the bathroom forever."

"Yeah, uhm," Violet said wildly, thinking of an excuse. "I'd stay away from the fish sandwiches. They uh... didn't agree with me."

"Poor dear, do you need a Beano or some Tums?" her mother questioned, hand already dipping into the purse at her side.

"No!" Violet blurted out loudly, drawing all eyes to them. "No, I'm fine, Mother. I uh- already took something." Well, I was given something anyway. Head- tremendous head. Damn that man's tongue.

"Okay, suit yourself," Mathilde responded, her face inscrutable as she looked at her daughter.

Mathilde knew the bright-eyed look her daughter had on her face. It was a carbon copy of one she had once adorned when she was younger. When she thought her path would have gone in a different direction. Before children and... before a certain good-looking younger Englishman had set his sights on her.

Well, her daughter would let her know who the lucky man was when she was ready, though Mathilde was nosy enough to try to pry. Mathilde might have thought it was Liam and she had gone to make an international phone call to Ireland, but she knew Vi was not interested in the man as anything more than a friend. It was plain as day on the girl's face, though she knew her husband wished it was more.

Violet wore a faint smile on her face for the rest of the day and fiddled with her phone every so often when a text message would pop up. Her mother's eagle eyes watched as her daughter's face blushed crimson at times or a smile would light up her face unexpectedly.

Well, she was good friends with her daughter's roommate's parents'. Perhaps the Winter's would know a little more about the situation than she did. Violet told Leila everything. Perhaps Leila had mentioned something to her mother or father.

Mathilde planned her next gab-sesh with Mrs. Winters while the party kept on around her.

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"So sweet of you to offer, Carlton," Mathilde said as she waved him along. The man was heading home after the excruciating ordeal of living through a co-ed baby shower. He offered rides to Bettina Crowley, Violet, and Lily. While Bettina and Lily lived closer by, Violet was all the way up in Berkeley and it was certainly out of his way. "You don't have to, after all- Violet can stay here for the night. We can send her back tomorrow."

"It's no trouble at all," Carl assured her with a smile.

Constance had gone out to lunch with Betty, Lily, Bev, and Violet before heading to the shower. They had all gone in Bev's sedan, but it was being used to help Constance and Aiden get some of the gifts back to the apartment first. Instead of waiting, Carlton had offered rides to the women who had come with her.

"I love having a nice ride in the car on the weekends," Carl told Mathilde, winking. He hoped she would think it was code for getting laid. It might have meant anything from what it was on the surface to 'I'm not heading home any time soon'.

Mathilde smiled at him and winked back before giving her daughter a double kiss on her cheeks.

As Betty lived closest, she was the first to be dropped off. Lil lived in Hayward and was second. It was a good twenty-minute ride until Carlton would be able to drop off Violet and she sat shotgun in the car in relative silence. The only noise was the soft melody coming from the radio.

Carl looked over at her.

"Are you mad?" he asked her, not able to understand her relative silence. It had been a long time since they had been this awkward in any situation.

She arched a brow and finally looked at him.

"Why would I be mad?" she asked.

"I, uh- kind of attacked you without warning in the bathroom," he admitted with a smirk in her direction.

"If I didn't want it, I could have easily sent you on your way," she told him. "Besides, it's nice to know that if your d**k is a bust, you always have your natural talents with your mouth to fall back on."

He chuckled at her for a moment.

"Trust me, my tongue is nothing compared to what my d**k can do," he told her, confident of his bedroom prowess. "Though, it is nice to have options."

"Big talk," she replied with a smile. "If your d**k game is anything like your tongue game, I'd have to say Mazeltov to whatever lucky lady takes you off the market permanently."

He didn't say anything to that and his brows darkened a bit before his face cleared.

"So... what would you like to do this evening?" he asked her out of the blue. "I assume you have no further plans since the baby extravaganza has finished. Care to come with me somewhere? Maybe get some dessert to nosh on after that frightful display of finger sandwiches and gallons of tea and coffee?"

"Sounds good to me," she said with a smile.

After going to a little Italian bakery in Oakland, Violet invited him over to her house. It would be the first time she allowed him in further than the front hallway. She figured they could talk or watch a movie if the time allowed for it. Leila would probably be out for the night as she always was on the weekends. Violet envied her enthusiasm for frat parties and clubbing. She was much more reserved than her best friend when it came to extracurricular activities outside of school.

"I have some wine, water, and some orange juice," Violet called out from the kitchen. Carlton came around the corner of the door to look in with a befuddled face.

"How did you get wine?" he asked. "Both you and Leila are underage."

"We had a study group and one of the older students brought it over on Thursday. It's white so it should still be good."

"Well, I guess I can't have you drinking it, Jailbait," he told her as he tossed her a wink. He grabbed a wine glass from a cabinet and poured out before handing it to her. He grabbed another glass for himself and poured himself a glass. He wasn't normally a drinker of wine unless he was at a restaurant, but he figured he would since it was there.

"My, my, living on the edge, aren't we tonight?" she teased him. "Giving liquor to an under-21. I should have you arrested."

"I'm the only one who'll be using cuffs, Kitten," he told her with a playful growl, nipping at her bottom lip. She laughed and brought the bottle of wine into the living room before sitting down on the loveseat and turning on the television.

"Want to see what's on or try to catch a movie OnDemand?" she asked. "That is if you have time."

"Well, my parents recently extended my curfew, so I'm all set," he told her, rolling his eyes a bit. "But I wouldn't say no to a movie. Preferably something that makes you cling to me throughout."

She scrunched her nose at him. "Not really a big fan of horror. I prefer Comedies or RomComs."

"Take one for the team?" he asked. "I'm a huge fan of having my girl cling to me when she gets scared. I would owe you one."

"I thought I would have owed you one after your little display in the bathroom this afternoon," she stated with a smirk.

"I wouldn't say no to some head," he allowed. Tit for tat.

"Ugh, fine- we'll watch a scary movie," she bit out.

"Ouch. You'd prefer to have nightmares over sucking my d**k. Burn..."

She looked over at him with an arched brow.

"Your seduction techniques need some work," she told him. "You don't ask to get your lollipop licked by being so blase about it. As if you were tossing an old dog a bone."

"Hmmm, my techniques- as you say- always worked for me before," he told her.

"I'm different," she said plainly.

"Hell yeah, you are," he told her gruffly and placed his wine glass on the coffee table. He grabbed hers as well and set it next to his before pulling her body into his arms and kissing her mouth. He tasted the wine they were drinking on her lips and tongue and it fueled his need for her.

Thanking God that she was wearing a loose dress, he pulled her over his lap so she was straddling him. His hands roamed lower down her body before settling on cupping her ass in his hands. His mouth settled on hers again as he tasted every inch inside it.

"Mmm... what time... does your roommate... usually... get home?" he asked her in between deep, needy kisses.

"No clue," she told him as she placed her palms over his cheeks as they kissed.

"Should we... stop?" he asked, groaning as she flicked her tongue back in his mouth for another deep kiss.

"Maybe... but I don't want to," she told him as his mouth kissed down her chin and past it, nipping at her neck.

"f**k," Carl murmured out as he pressed his throbbing erection up to grind against her. He could feel the warmth of her s*x against his aching member as Violet's groin met with his, soaking her panties once again.

"I need to touch you again," Carl told her as he started to pull up her long, flowing skirt. Violet moaned and allowed him to press his fingers up against her panty-covered slit, rubbing her through the wet material.

"More," Violet moaned out as Carl continued to stroke her, soaking her even more.

"If you insist, Kitten," Carl spoke against her lips as his fingers pushed aside her panties.

Dipping a thick finger between her folds, he came into immediate contact with her c**t and started to circle it, winding her up as she moaned out into his mouth.

He continued to circle the fleshy nub until her breathing started to hitch. He pinched her c**t between two fingers as she cried out, her hips bucking and legs shaking.

"Carl, please," she pleaded as he continued to tease her. He was torturing her, getting her close to her climax before pulling back and letting her settle again.

"Say my name," he told her softly between hungry kisses to her mouth.

"Carl," she whimpered out again.

"No." The word came out as a vehement growl and he stopped his ministrations to her p***y.

"What's my name, Kitten?" he asked. "I've told you once before. Have you forgotten?"

Violet looked up at him, his face inches from her own. The look in his eyes was dominant and possessive; he wasn't going to give her what she needed until she spoke it out loud.

"Daddy," she murmured out softly, her cheeks turning redder at the word.

"Mmm... better," Carl told and pulled her lips back onto his. "Now let Daddy make you come all over his fingers, Baby Girl."

Violet cried out as he thrust two fingers into her wet warmth and immediately curled them to stroke the front wall of her p***y. She squeezed around him like a fist as he massaged her g-spot, soft whimpers eschewing from her lips as his fingers worked their magic inside her.

Carl continued to f**k her with his fingers while his thumb stroked her c**t, feeling as it engorged even further with each stroke.

When Violet started to writhe against his fingers, Carl felt them being gripped by her s*x around him, alerting him of her impending orgasm.

"You gonna come for me, Kitten?" he asked her, voice low and gravely. When she nodded, her heavy breathing not allowing for words, he closed his eyes and held himself back. All he wanted to do was rip open his fly and plunge his c**k deep within her to feel her coming all around him. Squeezing him as he impaled deep within her.

"When you come, I want you to say my name," he told her, the command seated deep in his voice.

He didn't wait for a response and started to rub vehemently on her c**t, his fingers thrusting and rubbing the sweet spot inside her until he felt her walls start to spasm around him.

"s**t- Daddy!" she cried out, just as he had requested.

"f**k," Carl muttered out. Her voice finally calling him that as she came around him had him almost coming, spilling inside his pants like a kid with his first handjob.

She collapsed in his arms as he pulled his fingers from her, sliding them into his mouth to taste her.

"Holy s**t," Violet muttered under her breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Her eyes fluttered open as she gained her breath back, watching as Carl looked up at her, his eyes still dark with lust.

She looked further down from his face to the bulge in his pants that was straining to get free.

"That looks a bit painful," she said to him lowly. "Do you need some help?"

"Vi-" he started to protest as she popped a button from his pants. She unzipped him as he continued to speak.

"Baby, you don't owe me anything," he told her softly. "It's a pleasure and, quite frankly, a turn on to see you coming at my hands. And on them."

Violet wasn't really listening at the moment as she pulled his stiff length out from his boxers. She stilled as she took in his size and gasped.

"A- you have a Prince Albert?" she asked, shocked.

"A reverse Prince Albert," he told her. His hands itched to stroke his c**k as he caught the sight of her lips parting, almost in awe.

"Is it- does it hurt?" she asked.

"When I first got it- yes. Now- no," he admitted. "If you don't like it I can take it out."

"No- it's just... surprising," she admitted.

"I like surprising you," he told her. "You- holy s**t!"

Violet had bent down and flicked her tongue out at the crown of his d**k, licking around the ridge and drawing a hiss from Carlton as he leaned back a bit, giving her better access.

Her mouth swallowed his head and she ran her tongue around the tip as he strained not to pump his hips to get more of him inside her mouth.

"Holy Hell, Kitten," Carl gritted out as Violet's mouth swallowed more of his c**k. She bobbed her head up and down on him slowly until she had taken the majority of his d**k inside her wet mouth.

Her hand crept down to his balls and she massaged them as her head continued to rise and fall on him.

"Baby..." Carl's eyes closed and opened, his breathing becoming rapid as she sucked on him gently, mouth like velvet around his stiff length.

She let go of him with a pop and looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent looking.

"Is that good, Daddy?" she asked before taking him back into her mouth again.

"f**k!" he groaned out as his d**k twitched in her mouth, balls tightening.

"Baby girl, Daddy's gonna come," he warned her between deep, shuddering breaths. She moaned around him and kept bobbing up and down on him, moving faster as she felt his nuts retract and his c**k swell.

"Kitten, s**t- I can't hold ba-"

That was when the front door flung wide open and Violet lifted her head from his lap in shock. Carl couldn't hold back and let go, jets of semen splashing onto Violet's shocked face.