Chapter 35

Kay I close my eyes, gripping his arms with my sweaty palms, when he starts lowering his head. Fuck, I haven't kissed anyone before, and I don't know how to do it. What will he think of me when I do it wrong? I quickly snap my eyes open, and he furrows his brows in confusion. "What is wrong?" he asks, his hands still holding me securely. "Mmh'' I clear my throat, hesitating. How do you admit to your crush that you don't know how to kiss? What if he changes his mind? Oh! no. "Hey, you can tell me anything," he whispers, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. What is Carlos doing to me? I never thought I would ever desire a man, but here I am, my body desperately begging for his touch. "I don't know how to do it," I admit, and my whole face flushes in embarrassment. A 20-year-old woman with virgin lips, I cringe. He gives me a small, seductive smirk, his eyes sparkling in amusement." I know, princess, follow my lead, okay?" he whispers huskily, and I nod. I forgot Carl knew everything about me for a long time. He grazes his lips on mine teasingly before capturing my lower one, and I marvel at how soft, yet firm they are. The kiss starts slow and sweet as our lips move in perfect sync. I imitate his moves until I get the hang of it and finally relax in his arms. He bites on my lower lip, making me moan in the kiss, and he grunts approvingly when I do the same. Carl's arms tighten around me, bringing me impossibly closer to himself, if that was even possible. We don't deepen it, but it becomes desperate and needy, making me squeeze my thighs to look for any kind of friction to satiate the aching between my legs. We both desire each other, and I can feel it. Also, I know Carl won't do anything until I give him a go-ahead. Problem is,I don't have the guts. "Fuck princess," he lets out breathlessly after breaking the kiss, and I stare at his swollen lips, wishing we could do it again. I'm feeling really bothered, my body feels hot and deprived, but how do I tell him to touch me? Everything in me is aching for him. "You're beautiful," he mutters, giving me those lazy eyes again while his thumbs caress my cheeks. I unconsciously rub myself on his hard erection, and he groans, moving slightly back. "Shit, let's get you dressed," he murmurs, and I cuss him internally. Is he fucking blind? At least he should make a move to see my response. I know Carl believes I am not willing to take that step. I don't even know if I am ready either, but one thing I am sure of, I need a release ASAP. I have never touched myself, but I guess there is always a first time for everything. He carries me out of the cubicle and helps me into one of his white shirts. I don't mind undergarments because I'm not leaving this room anyway. "I will be in my office if you need anything, okay?" he mumbles, kissing my earlobe, adding more fire to my body, and he hurriedly walks away. We both know why. "Okay," I trail behind him. Carl goes to the closet to change from his wet clothes, and I settle on the loveseat in his room, switching on the TV, which I am not gonna be watching anyway. When the door to his office shuts, I begin to get excited to erase Carlos from my head. Okay, we got this, Kay. I breathe in before undoing the two buttons of his shirt and slightly parting my legs. This looks so dirty, I swear. It's a good thing it will be my little secret. I start by softly massaging my tits like he did in the bathroom, assuming it's his hands on me. I close my eyes in concentration to get that clear picture. I imagine his big, veiny hands on me and how he pinched my nipple. I do the same, causing a soft moan to slip from my parted lips. I lower one of my hands to my most sensitive aching bud and cuss him out for how wet he got me. I run my finger from my wet folds to my clit and shudder at how amazing it feels. Why haven't I done this before? I guess I needed inspiration. My head spins behind me when I hear footsteps, and I cut my sweet moment short. I quickly retract my hands and compose myself. I hope he didn't see anything. When did he even open the door? "Were you touching yourself?" he huskily murmurs, staring at me with amused eyes, standing right in front of me. One time, the only time I decide to be naughty I get caught. I look into his hooded eyes in embarrassment and shake my head, " N...no" I stutter, my cheeks becoming hot. "Let me see." Carl kneels in front of me and grabs my hand to inspect my wet fingers. He looks back at me after proving his point, and I quickly look away "Look at me, baby," he gently redirects my head towards him with the other hand. His eyes hold lust and desire, mirroring mine. Carl brings my fingers to his lips, and I gasp when his warm tongue meets my fingers, and I watch him lick my wetness clean. Fuck, that was so hot. My thighs clench at the sight, and Carl's eyes drop to the reaction, "You taste amazing," he mumbles, dropping my hand as his eyes land on my chest. "I remember doing these two buttons, didn't I?" he whispers, undoing the remaining buttons and exposing my naked body to him. I squirm in the seat under his scrutinizing gaze, especially when he catches his lower lip between his teeth. " Fuck" he murmurs, his eyes lustfully raking my tatted skin up and down. It's like he's seeing me for the first time, yet he has seen me naked countless times," Trust me, okay?" he whispers, and I frantically nod. I can't believe I am this eager and needy. Carl grabs my thighs and parts my legs wider for him, and I feel the air leaving my lungs when he stares at my pussy. Fuck, I guess I'm officially a bad girl now. " You look so perfect, baby, so beautiful," he compliments. He lowers his finger and runs the pad up and down on my wet folds, and I shudder at the delicious feeling. It feels better when he does it instead of me. "Did I get you this wet?" he hoarsely whispers, and I nod breathlessly with parted lips. I'm breathing like I just ran a marathon. "Words, baby, talk to me," he mumbles teasingly, drawing small circles on my clit and causing my breathing to turn shallow. Carl uses the pad of his fingers to spread my wetness all over my folds very sensually and so slowly that I feel like crying. "Yes, Carl," I pant out, and he smirks. "Then tell me, what you wish I should do to you," he says, his fingers stopping their action, and I whine in protest, making him chuckle instead. How should I tell him those dirty words? He completely takes off my shirt and stares at me expectantly, waiting for me to say what I need. Can't he see it in my eyes? Can't he see how my body is practically aching for him? "I am waiting, angel. What were you fantasising about me?" he urges, pulling me closer and settling between my legs. His face is in front of my chest, and all I can think of is those lips sucking my swollen nipples. "Please touch me," I whisper timidly, and his eyes flash with different emotions. Carl looks at the nipples in front of him and shivers run down my spine, just imagining what I am yet to feel. I feel like he's taking so damn long. His lips move closer and closer, and he runs his tongue on the bridge between my tits so fucking slowly and I groan in frustration. He chuckles at my skin before slightly licking on the hard nub, and I quickly grip tightly on his hair. I want more, but Carl is testing me. "Please, babe," I whisper, and his eyes quickly snap to mine. He's amused and surprised by the nickname, which works like my little magic. This time around, he takes my nipple in his mouth and gently sucks before biting on it. It feels amazing, more than I thought it would actually. He uses the other hand to squeeze and caress the other nipple, overwhelming me with the intense feelings. "Fuck..Carl" I moan out when he pinches and bites at the same time before gently caressing and licking them. Where was I all my life to miss this wonderful sensation? His lips trail down on my body, licking and biting, which I am sure will leave a couple of hickies. However, the main door to the room bursts open, and we both groan, detaching. Sam rushes in frantically looking around while Carl quickly helps me with the shirt before Sam notices us. More reason I love this room. The seat faces the opposite side, and he'll only see us when closer. "Carl," he shouts, heading to his office, and Carl grumbles, standing up. "What?" Carl snaps, annoyed. Understandable. "They found Santino, and Ace is killing him," he announces in a distressed tone, and every horny bone in me disappears.