//Random Smut Scenes//

Long Time No See

Nicky and Carter were in a gang together, but after some painful mistakes in their past, Nicky decided to leave and run away to Spain. Unfortunately - or fortunately - Carter finds her, and intends to show her just how much he has missed her...

TW:
This story contains swearing, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, etc.
Read at own discretion...

My hands were caught in a stranger's grip, pushed up against the wall he had me pinned to as he pressed drunk, open-mouthed kisses to my neck. His hand was holding tightly to the top of my thigh, his fingers reaching in underneath the material of my dress. He pulled away from my neck, looking at me. His breath wafted over my face, reminding me of how much he had had to drink.

"Now, why don't we take this mask of yours off? I want to see if your face matches your pretty body..."

Just as he returned to pressing kisses to my neck, his hand coming dangerously close to my mask, he was suddenly on the floor, and I stood facing the man who was the reason for me escaping to Spain and letting a random drunk guy kiss my neck and touch my body.

"Do you know what this could have cost you?" Carter asked angrily. I didn't answer, just squaring my shoulders and waiting for his verbal assault.

"He could have figured out your identity, he could have kidnapped you. He could have killed you! But you just don't care, do you?"

I just looked at him, my gaze hard as stone and unwavering. He paced closer to me, towering over me, but I knew how not to let that affect me.

"What were you thinking?" he asked, his voice hushed, but still carrying the same intensity that it did a moment ago.

"That I wished his hands and lips were yours."

He seemed surprised by my answer, which just made me more furious with him. I took a step closer to him.

"But that probably doesn't matter to you, seeing as you have a new girl to keep you busy."

With that, I pushed past him. I kept walking, my hand barely touching the door knob when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him. There was fury burning in his gaze, along with something I had seen before, but could never place.

"I could press you up against one of the pristine, white walls in that ballroom, strip you bare and make you scream my name in front of all those people."

His voice was dangerously low, and he was so close to me I could see the golden flecks in his eyes that I had only seen once before. His words sent a jolt of both fear and excitement up my spine, but I managed to remain stone-faced, not showing any reaction, besides a small smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth.

"Try me," I whispered, before pulling out of his grip and disappearing into the crowd of people in the ballroom.

I kept mingling for another half hour, giving a willing man the occasional dance when I got bored of just standing around and watching the men gawk at my body in the tight-fitting dress I was wearing. I was making conversation with a well-dressed man when I felt a breath ghost over the shell of my ear, goose bumps raising on my skin because of it. The man bid his goodbye, leaving me with Carter who stood behind me. He didn't turn me around or touch me. He just whispered a sentence in my ear. But that sentence almost made my knees buckle.

"Meet me at your hotel room in an hour, and I'll show you just what I'm capable of."

Then he was gone, like he wasn't even there a moment ago. I drank the leftover contents of the glass in my hand, trying to calm my heartbeat. Then I grabbed the few things that I brought and left the ballroom, not even looking back when an unknown man called my name.