Daddy Said To Stay Away From Girls Like Them

IV: The Generous S*x Devil

Carter’s smile was predatory as he dropped my leg, his lips glistening with my own essence. I buried my face in my hands, hot shame warring with the residual, electric thrum of an orgasm that refused to fade.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I can’t even look at you. You’re… you’re covered in me.”

Carter rose, fluid and composed. He hooked his fingers under my wrists, peeling my hands away so I had to face him. He swiped his tongue over his lower lip, savoring the taste. “Why are you apologizing? I loved every second of it.”

He didn't stop there. He raised his hand to his mouth, teasing me as he slowly licked each finger clean, his tongue swirling against the pads.

When he reached the last one, he held it out to me. “Taste it, Halley. Taste how good you are.”

My pulse hammered as I opened for him. I wrapped my lips around his finger, drawing a sharp, ragged breath from his throat.

He crowded me as I licked his finger, pressing into me so I backed further against the door.

Carter caged me with his body. I clamped my hand around his wrist and did my best to mirror the wet, rhythmic friction he’d just used on me. I was a novice, but instinct took over.

I sucked, swirled, and I stripped him clean of my own nectar.

He braced his forehead against mine, our breath hitching in the charged air. The silence was agonizing until I reached for him, desperate for his mouth.

When he kissed me, I felt a fresh wave of moisture pool between my thighs. He didn't ask; he simply grabbed the nape of my neck, his grip bruising and possessive, and plunged his tongue deep into my throat.

I melted, my body molding to his, our tongues locked in a carnal, wet dance that tasted of my own surrender.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, terrified that if I let go, he’d vanish.

Then, I felt the hard, rigid length of him pressing against my belly. He leaned into me, grinding his hips until he was hitting my center. I let out a broken moan, my knees buckling. He caught my hand, guiding it to the front of his trousers.

“Feel that?” his voice was a rough, delicious growl against my ear. “That’s what you did to me. All by just letting me taste you. Can you believe it?”

The intensity shattered me. A kiss that both ruined and rebuilt me.

“I owe you, don’t I?” I whispered, my senses spinning.

“Owe me what?”

I reached for his zipper, desperate to pay him back, to feel that hard length pulse against my palm. But he caught my wrist mid-motion.

The abruptness of the stop was jarring. He pulled away, his eyes, usually so playful, now flashing with genuine, clipped anger.

“Do you think I did all that just so I could f**k you?”

I blinked, dazed. “I… isn’t that how it works? What did you stand to gain?”

“Your pleasure, goddamnit!” He stepped back, leaving me shivering in the sudden vacuum of his absence. “I don't play transactional games, Halley. I don't need payment for giving you head. If you think this is just a trade, then we’re done.”

He turned for the door, but I lunged to block him. “Carter, wait—I didn’t mean—”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Halley? Is Carter in there?”

Carter moved like lightning, his palm clamping firmly over my mouth. “Tell her I’m in the toilet,” he hissed, his eyes fierce. “Then get dressed.”

I nodded, breathless. He released me, and I scrambled to pull on my yellow thong while he ducked into the bathroom. I opened the door to find Savannah, her nose already wrinkling with suspicion.

“What are you doing here?” she spat.

“I got bored of your party,” I lied, pulling a cloak of cold sarcasm around me.

Savannah smirked, her eyes raking over me. “Right. You’re here because Tyler dumped you. What a shame. That’s what you get for dating such an awkward loser.”

The bathroom door opened, and Carter stepped out, feigning surprise. “Hey, you.”

My body jolted, a traitorous thrill spiking in my chest until I realized he was looking at her. Savannah preened, and Carter, with a calculated, casual grace, wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her flush against his side.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Savannah purred.

“You know me,” Carter said, his gaze lingering on me just long enough to burn. “Always wandering.”

The door swung open to reveal Chase. He froze, his eyes darkening as he took in the scene. I looked away.

I remembered what I’d just done.

If Chase ever knew what Carter and I had just been doing, the fallout would destroy him.

“Poolside?” Savannah asked Carter before looking between Chase and me. “Are you guys coming?”

Chase stayed behind, and I muttered a refusal as they left. Once the door clicked shut, the silence was suffocating.

“Are you okay?” Chase asked, stepping toward me. “I saw what happened with Tyler.”

“Gosh, did everyone see that?” I retreated to the bed, clutching my stomach.

“They’ll forget. That’s what teenagers do,” Chase said, sitting beside me and pulling me into a protective hug. I leaned into him, burying the guilt. “Carter’s been up here a while. He’s just trying to play the big brother role because he feels guilty about taking Savannah from me. But I need you to do something.”

I held my breath. “What?”

“Stall him. I need to steal a moment with Savannah.”

I looked up, meeting my brother's eyes. “Why? You’re trying to get her back?”

“No,” Chase replied, his jaw tight. “I just want closure.”