Blasphemous (18 page)

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“How do you think that went?” I eyed Carter since he looked weird, a pained expression on his face. The snacks that the staff gave him left untouched.

The man barely glanced at me before whispering, “Good.”

“Good? That’s it? No, ‘you could work on your hair flipping or sultry looks’?”

He pulled me close to him and whispered against my ear, “I’m hard, Emma. That’s why I’m sitting down. That should tell you how it went.”

Bingo. I forgot how Carter loved lingerie—on and off me—and how he would make me do a little striptease while he watched.
How in the world had I forgotten about that?
Bass on the other hand, liked to rip my clothes off. Bass just loved to consume me without warning. 

“Oh. Ouch.”  I pouted at my blue-balled ex. “You did persist to come here, so that’s what you get. Why don’t you go to the bathroom to, um… take care of it?”

“Are you offering to help out?” Those dark eyes were playful, but I knew he’d hoist me over his shoulder if I told him that he could.

“
Pft! Dude, work on your lines, maybe I might just consider it the next time you ask,” I said sweetly, shutting him down with a smile. 

He groaned like a baby. “You’re not helping.”

Giving him an eye roll, I waved him a goodbye. “Not my problem, Mason. Now, I’m off to change again. A couple more, then it’ll be over.”

Almost an hour later, I came out of the room, pulling the sides of the tiny squares of my black mesh bra, unsure about this last piece of outfit. “I can clearly see my nipples.”

Tanya, the stylist, simply brushed me off with an amused smile. “You’ll be posing without exposing them. A hand or a strand of your hair will cover it, unless, you request it, but I think you’re contract stated that those aren’t allowed, so we have to keep it sexy with a borderline of tame, but pushing that limit.”

Cool. That was nice of Barbara to look out for me. “Thanks, Tanya,” I said as I gave my chests another quick glance. 

“When you’re ready, we’ll need you in the living room, Emma,” someone said somewhere before leaving in haste.

“Okay, thank you,” I called out, breathing a few times before I strutted out in my six-inch gladiator heels and black, mesh, Brazilian-cut underwear with matching mesh
bralette-top.

“Holy FUCK! God is punishing me big time.”  Carter swallowed, cursing as he took his phone out, browsing.  

Based on his stone, odd-like expression, I was a little unsure about this number. Should I request to change it? She said there were a couple more to try if this wasn’t working for me, but I had asked what the photographer would like and Tanya chose this one. “What do you think? Hot or sluttish?”

“Both. You look great,
Em.”

My eyes lowered to his crotch area. Fair enough
; he was still sporting good ole junior. “Okay, I’ll be off then.”

“Emma?” he called out before I started to walk away.

“I know you’re enjoying being such a tease, but I can only handle a little at a time. Try to be a tad more considerate the next time you decide to check on me, provoking my thoughts to drag you to the nearest room and taste what you’re parading in front of me.”   

“I know, right? Too bad you can’t drag me to the nearest room and do the things you want to do to me.” Smiling, I blew him a kiss. “Hope those five women were worth it, Mason.”

Chapter 17

“Some people think it’s wrong, being single isn’t right. But if you hurt the right person, you’ll be wrong all your life.”

                                              - Tyga

Emma

“Happy Birthday!!!” I was woken up by a loud, screaming
Trista, Lindsey, Amber and Carter. A five-tiered pancake with fresh strawberries and blueberries piled around it along with sparkly, colorful candles was shoved in front of my partially asleep face.

Sweet. I loved my dolls! “Damn, why couldn’t it be like this every morning?” I smiled before thanking them as they shoved paper bag after paper bag of goodies my way.

The girls already had planned to celebrate with dancing tonight, however, for now, they had to get their lazy bums in gear to get to their classes. They bid me goodbye as they each went out of my room, complaining, sighing and a little whining on the side.

I was grinning from ear to ear as I reached for a strawberry and popped it in my mouth, half-sitting on my crumpled bed. “Don’t you have a class to go to?” I questioningly raised my brow at Carter.

It was ten in the morning, Carter smelled like a fresh shower and was dressed in his usual semi-loose jeans that showcased those thick, glorious thighs and those steel buns that had me panting at his feet back in yesteryears.

Even though Bass had a body that made me feel faint, Carter had a body that made me want to reach out and see if that ass really lived up to my expectations. I loved, loved,
luuurved
soccer thighs!

“Not until two, but if you want me to leave, I happily will because you’re the birthday girl.” Carter had a smirk on his face as he fed me more strawberries.

I didn’t know what the heck it was with strawberries, or maybe I was too wired with sexual hormones that needed to be unleashed off my deprived body, but I was feeling a little… playful.

I was in love with Bass. However, it’d been a little over a month of no communication with him. No calls, text, or emails of any sort came from him and I didn’t expected any.

For just a brief moment, though, I wanted to feel sexy… beautiful.

Sexual power play
.

Sensual.

Erotic.

Carnal.

Gazing at him, I parted my lips and carefully bit through the succulent fruit, savoring the sweet, juicy taste as I watched Carter looking at me with another appetite in mind.

A trickle of juice slowly made its way from the bottom of my lip, all the way down to my chin. Using his thumb, he wiped it off and offered it against my lips. Using the tip of my tongue, I swirled it on his pad, licking any trace of sweetness from it. Before releasing it, I made a little, playful suck as I lasciviously gazed at him. I ended it with a soft graze of my teeth.

Acting as if that little interlude didn’t just occur, I diverted my attention to the plate next to my bed, took a piece of blueberry and popped it in my mouth. “Got any news to share?”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Emma,” he growled before crashing his lips into mine, wretchedly seeking access as he hovered his sinew body over my pliable form.

His lower hips ground, suddenly parting my thighs as he pushed against my mound, rubbing it with fervor over his jeans. I only had my cotton chemise on with no hindrance of underwear to speak of. After months of going commando during nighttime, wearing them again felt weird.

Still kissing me, Carter’s hands were busy roving over my breasts before he drastically took off his shirt, glaring down at me like a feral, loose animal before he took my lips again.

He was hard. So hard that I used the bulging tent, shamelessly writhing against it to soothe my aching nub. “Fuck, baby. I can feel your wetness through my clothes,” he muttered against my lips, losing control as he panted against my cheek.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I spoke the truth as he studied me with acute concentration. “I don’t want to have sex, Carter. I’m not ready for that, but it’s just been so long, I guess my body’s just going crazy.”

“Don’t worry, Em. I’m not going to force myself on you.” He gave me a minute long kiss before whispering into my ear, “What do you want me to do to you? I’m at your service to please you.”

Um, um, fuck!!!!!

“My lips,” he whispered against my neck, nipping it. “My tongue.” He licked the valley between my breasts. “My fingers.” He captured my nipple over the thin chemise, twisting it with purpose. “My dick.” He slammed his hips into my sensitive womanhood with great force and I cried out with anticipation as he rubbed my clit with the roughness of his jeans, showing no signs of slowing down. “Tell me what you want. I’ll pleasure you all day long.”

“All of them—use all of them, but with no penetration of any kind.” Nether region infiltration was too personal for me. As horny as I was right now, I still couldn’t go through the whole nine yards yet.

Someday, I knew I had to eventually do it, but for now, I could suffice my carnal pursuits with other pleasurable actions without jeopardizing much of myself.

“Let me see your beautiful, tight body, baby.” Carter was on his knees, pushing the hem of my dress up, carefully taking it off.

His eyes zeroed in on my exposed pussy while I half-sat, watching him admire me with those dark orbs, absorbing every single detail of my ripe nakedness as his eyes became reacquainted with my body once again. Biting his bottom lip, he got out of bed and took care of his soaked jeans and briefs, taking them off without breaking our gaze.

The sight of his cock, thick and long, jutting proudly before my very hungry sight, made me question if I was crazy not to have sex with him.

“Having second thoughts?” Carter motioned towards me, carefully placing his body atop mine, making sure our sexes didn’t make contact, much to my disappointment.

“You fucking made me a handicapped man, Emma,” he declared in one harsh breath before imprisoning my body under his. Pressing his hard chest on my breasts as he unhurriedly consumed me.

When he gradually lowered himself towards my breasts, I almost sighed with relief since he took his time with me. The old Carter took without consideration, but this new man was crucially and deliberately plaguing me with acute sexual frustration.

I wanted the crazy, mindless, couldn’t-get-enough-of-you hunger. Not this let’s make slow passionate love until we grow white hair type. “Carter—please, hurry!” Adamantly pushing him to get down south and take care of the business. “Finally!” I panted out my relief when his tongue parted my slit. I could feel Carter grinning as he suckled on my core.

“Just to warn you, birthday girl. I’m not parting with this delicious pussy until I make you come twenty-one times.” A second after his warning, his mouth locked-down on my hot entrance, flicking it all the way up beneath my clit and back down, past the tip of the entrance, while his thumb was frenetically teasing my clit. My womb immediately tightened, tensing as a new, growing sensation was budding in me.

“Carter!” Screeching with urgency whilst grabbing his hair, nails gripping his skull, when I felt his left thumb begin to rub circles in my other canal—simultaneously along with his relentless tongue and his thumb on my clit. “
Aww… Oww… OH.” I heaved out, writhing without shame. “OH. GOD. OH FUCK!!!” I sobbed with a half scream as I bit my lip, riding the severely intense orgasm with little energy left.

“How was that for a start?” Carter parted from my mound as he drove his lips onto mine. Snaking his tongue out as he made me taste my very essence. One hand teased my breast while the other cupped my ass, squeezing and gripping as he gently parted me wider, nestling himself in between my thighs.

He swallowed my loud gasp when his hot length sat on my pussy, tempting me to cater to its need. My nails were fiercely stuck on his ass when he started to glide his length over mine. Igniting a different hunger than what his tongue had unleashed in me.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he bit out through gritted teeth as he paced himself faster, fastening my legs behind his hips as he started to lose control. “You feel so good. It makes me want to fuck you, so bad. Let me fuck it, baby.”

No. Yes. No. Maybe. Yes. No.

I was still engrossed in my indecision when I felt the tip of his head slowly pierce me, seeking permission to slide through. “Tell me that doesn’t feel fucking good.”

It did. Hell, it did. “I can’t. Not yet, Carter.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll pull out if you just let me put all of the head inside for a minute, then I can make us both come.” He offered a deal.

To be fair, I suppose I could do that. “One minute.”

When the tip of his shaft made a furious push, opening my tight channel for his intrusion, Carter was burning holes into me. Dark clashed with blue as we both experienced his entrance, measuring as it went deeper in such a slow agonizing way, I felt every single feeling in me.

A pained expression crossed his face when he knew he couldn’t go any further. He lavished it as I felt him expand the head inside me, making me writhe in ecstasy. When he slowly pulled back out, he went in again without going past half an inch after his head. God, I wasn’t going to deny that having him inside me felt so good, but it didn’t feel right.