DEEP: The Complete Man Candy Trilogy (8 page)

"I don't have anything to wear."

"I'll go ask Katey to loan you something."

Twenty minutes later I was clean and wearing a pretty cotton nightgown courtesy of my friend. My very mischievous friend.

The nightgown was see through.

Not X rated, just soft worn cotton that you could clearly see my nipples through. I had rinsed my bra and panties out in the sink and was waiting for them to dry. It wasn't happening fast enough.

I sighed and pulled the belt of the hotel robe tighter around my waist.

I couldn't sit in here forever.

"Soup's on!"

I cracked a smile. Everyone back home said that when food was ready. It made me feel better immediately.

Chan was pushing the rolling room service table up to the bed. There was only one chair and it was enormous. I guess we were going to eat on the bed.

The big, bad, dangerous bed.

He'd ordered us both chopped salads without asking. He knew me. He knew I hated the thought of animals dying for my food.

That's another thing Max hadn't really cared about.

We ate in silence for a while, both of us famished. I was almost finished and wondering what to do about the sleeping situation when I heard his husky voice. He was so close; I could feel the heat coming off his body.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

"How's Katey?"

I looked up at him from my food.

"She's great. She's been having a blast with Shari all week."

He smiled at me benignly.

"And Bear."

"What?"

He started laughing. He was as surprised as I'd been apparently. I gave him a probing look.

"Did you tell Bear to start dating my friend?"

He shook his head, barely able to speak between guffaws.

"Does Bear look like somebody could tell him to do anything? I wish- I wish I could see them together!"

I tried to picture the enormous Bear and tiny, hilarious Shari together. She was short and curvy. Bear was close to seven feet tall and all muscle. Shari never shut up. Bear had only grunted the few times I'd spoken to him.

I started laughing too.

"I think- I think they are perfect for each other!"

We both fell backwards, unable to stop the giggles from coming. As my laughter slowed I realized Chan was staring at me. I turned my head and my breath caught in my throat.

The heat in his eyes... the promise... it took my breath away.

"Caro..."

I was lying on a bed. With Chan.

He was getting closer.

He was about to kiss me.

I held my breath, wondering if I should let him.

And then he did kiss me. And I didn't do a thing to stop it.

Ohhhhhh.

His lips felt amazing against mine. He felt so good. He smelled so good.
 

Heaven help me I kissed him back.

Chapter Ten

Chandler

It was finally happening. After all these years. I could hardly believe my luck.

Caro was letting me kiss her.

I forced myself to hold back. I didn't want to rush things or scare her off. I kissed her softly. Not moving. Not yanking her against me.

When all I wanted to do was rip her clothes off of her and bury myself inside her.

And never, ever come out.

Well, there were a few things I wanted to do first. Like touch her. Taste her. Look at her. Make her scream. Twice.

To hell with it.

With a groan I pulled her against me. I wasn't rough, but I wasn't stopping either. I rolled her onto her back and threw one leg over hers. My tongue danced with hers.

I felt like I'd won the God damn lottery.

She was kissing me back.

Carolina Murphy was kissing me back.

The prom queen was letting me have my way with her. Well, more or less. I knew she'd barely even petted before. I could tell by the way she'd responded to me at The Show.

The way she was responding now.

Like a kitten testing its legs.

I tested the waters, letting my hands slide up and over her chest. I was rewarded with a sexy mewling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief.

She liked it.

Caro was the hot little piece I'd always imagined she would be. Fiery. Responsive. Passionate. And I'd spent quite a lot of time over the years imagining just this moment. She might have signed a chastity vow, but frigid, she was not.

I groaned again. The damn pledge. I knew I could make her doubt it. But I realized abruptly that I didn't want to make her break it.

I did want to make her
want
to break it however...

This night was not going to end with me inside her. But that didn't mean we couldn't have fun. Or that I couldn't make her feel as desperate as I was.

I slid my hand up and under her robe. She squeaked and sat up, staring at me. Her hands clutched the hem of her bathrobe as if it was going to fly up and expose her. I stared at her, trying to show her my intentions were good.

Well, mostly good.

"Caro..."

She shook her head wildly.

"I'm not wearing anything. Underneath."

I laughed. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I was.

"Five minutes Caro. Give me five minutes. Please. I won't do anything that you don't want."

"Chan... you know I can't."

My fingers brushed the inside of her knee. Just a few inches up and I would be touching thigh. A few inches more and... I groaned as my cock lurched in my jeans.

"Just let me... play..."

She stared at me, her big eyes full of doubt. She was curious too. About what might happen. I could see it.

"You promise not to do anything else?"

I could hear the hope in her voice. The desperation. Neither one of us wanted to stop.

"I promise, Caro. Please don't make me stop. Not yet..."

I smiled at her disarmingly, guiding her back onto the bed.

"Remind me of these rules again... I can touch. Just not inside right?"

She nodded breathlessly.

I grinned.

"I can work with that."

Slowly I tugged on the belt to her bathrobe. We both held our breaths as I gently opened it to reveal... a plain white nightgown.

There was a pink bow at the neck. It was shapeless, with thin cotton straps.

Her full, gorgeous breasts were just barely visible through the worn fabric. I could see the shadowy pink of her nipples. And the alluring triangle between her legs.

It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

My mouth went dry as I let my fingers slide over her nightie. Her nipples poked through the fabric as I teased them. Then I let my hands run all over her body.

I felt like I'd just run a touchdown. Or won a gold medal.
 

No.

The world fucking series.

My hands felt hot where they skimmed her perfect curves, Her thighs... her belly... then up again to toy with her beautiful breasts.

I leaned down to kiss her as I reached for the hem of her nightie. And slowly started to lift it.
 

Very, very slowly.

Caro didn't seem to notice. She was kissing me back, her soft hands on my shoulders. I pulled back when I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed the damn nightie off of her.

NOW.

"Lift your arms."

Her huge eyes blinked at me in surprise. I knew I was going a little faster than she might have expected. But she did as I asked. I groaned as her beautiful body came into view.

Her breasts were perfect, round and juicy, just right for her tiny frame. Her waist was tiny and her hips begged for a man to grab them. And her legs... her legs went on for miles.

She was perfect.

And she was all mine.

Quickly I pulled my shirt over my head. Then I was on top of her, pulling her hard against me. I wanted to feel her against me. Against my chest.

We both moaned at the contact. I'd never felt anything like it. Anything like her.

Sweet. Pure. Good. Utterly feminine.

My sweet Caro was mine at last.

I could not stop touching her, kissing her. Her nipples felt like they were burning into my chest. I gently guided her thighs apart so I could lay between them.

But it wasn't enough.

I wanted more. Much more.

I slid down her body so I could kiss her breasts. I wasn't being gentle now. I was kissing, grabbing, sucking. I couldn't get enough of her.
 

Sweet Caro seemed to love it.

Her back arched up off the bed. But that wasn't enough either. I leaned back so I could see her.
 

Soft pink petals topped with neatly trimmed blond hair.

It was the prettiest little pussy I'd seen in my life. I wanted to dive forward and take her with my tongue and fingers. But I forced myself to go slow, skimming my fingers up and down her thighs. I let my fingers stroke her puffy lips and she gasped.

That wasn't enough either.

I leaned down for a taste.

Carolina

Chan's lips hovered above me. Down there. I couldn't think. Could barely breath.

His lips brushed my sex once. Again. It felt incredible... so intimate... so wicked... Knowing that it was Chan's soft lips doing this to me was mind blowing.
 

But somehow, it felt totally right.

I whimpered, my hands threading through his silky hair. My hips were rocking of their own volition as he tasted me. This morning I'd been locked in a cage. Now I felt wild. I felt free.

I felt like a woman for the first time in my life.

Knowing the power I had over him was liberating. Exhilarating. And the power he had over me... instead of making me scared, I felt safe. Like I was in good hands. It changed everything. I'd been so wrong about Chan. This wasn't about him taking what he wanted. This was about give and take. About reverence and respect.

About love.

I wasn't ready to think about that.

He kissed me softly for a while, making me squirm. He obeyed the rules carefully, never trying to push his finger or tongue inside me. He started to trace the very edges of my sex. Not going inside... but almost. The tip of his tongue flicked against my sensitive nub and I almost came off the bed in shock.

"Chan!"

He chuckled without stopping what he was doing. Lightly stoking me, then flicking his tongue fast and hard. Again and again.

I felt like I was going to explode.

I was so close...

I was hovering on the edge of some sort of precipice when he stopped.

He kissed his way back up my body. I could feel his hardness against me through his jeans. Pressing against me.

It wanted in.

I wanted that too.

I wanted him inside me.

The realization rocked me to the core. I didn't want him to stop touching me. Kissing me there. Even if it was wrong. Well, it wasn't technically wrong...
 
not yet anyway.

For the first time in my life, I was starting to resent my chastity vow.

He stared down at me, his arms braced on either side of me. Not touching. Not kissing. Just... wanting.

"Chan... don't stop."

He groaned and shook his head. He rolled to his back, breathing heavily. He was fighting for control.

"Fuck."

He turned his head, staring at me. His eyes were blazing with heat. Heat for me.

"If I don't stop, you will hate me forever. And I couldn't bear that Caro. I just couldn't."

I didn't want to admit it. I just wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to do... everything.

But he was right.

I reached for him anyway. I needed something to hold onto. I felt like I was adrift. I wanted him so badly that it frightened me.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Then he got up. He looked so sexy and disheveled with his messy hair and bare chest that I wanted to jump on him and drag him back to bed with me.

Not to mention the enormous shape pressing against the front of his jeans.

That looked... uncomfortable.

I had to admit, I was curious about what might be inside. How he looked. How he felt.

I sat up, pulling the robe over me. He looked disappointed and relieved at the same time. I realized that I knew exactly how he felt.

"I need... I need a minute."

"Where are you going?"

He turned to stare at me, his face hard with regret.

"I'm going to take a cold shower."

Chapter Eleven

Chandler

The cold water cleared my mind if nothing else. I stood in there for as long as I could stand it, letting the water sluice over my over stimulated body. It hurt, but I couldn't go back out there as keyed up as I was.

My will power wasn't that strong.

When I got out of the shower she was gone. I wasn't surprised. There was a polite little note.

That didn't surprise me either.

Sleeping with Katey tonight. See you in the morning.

-C

I ran my fingers through my damp hair. I glanced at the bed, then down at myself. I was still hard. The cold water had done exactly nothing to relieve the enormous sexual pressure that had been building up inside me.

Basically forever.

I'd been 12 when I started noticing girls.

Let's be honest.

I noticed a girl.

Her.

I'd already been fixated on Caro of course. With her golden pigtails and perfect posture, she'd been noticeable from the first day we met. Teasing her in Church. Getting her into trouble. Wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers.

But one day I suddenly had an inkling about what I'd like to do with that one girl.

It had something to do with the pesky thing in my shorts.
 

I learned pretty quickly that lots of girls would let me experiment. Play around. Eventually do the deed. But they just made the ache go away for a little while.

And tonight, I'd gotten very close to easing that ache once and for all.

A big part of me was screaming inside my head that I was an idiot. That I wouldn't get a chance again. That I should have taken what she was offering.

But that part of me was a bastard.

I could wait. I had to.