(The image above suggests what Carter looked like during her morning jog.)
My morning jog began. Lana Del Rey's mesmerizing voice was guiding me through the streets. I knew Kris wasn't gonna be able to hang out with me today. Her come down would be too real. I had today all to myself. Nothing I wasn't used to already.
Turning the faucet on, the steam began to release. I stepped into the shower and let the water hit my face. My pores began to open up. I loved this feeling. My mind was cleansed and for a few moments, I actually felt worry free. After I finished my hygiene routine, I threw on a black pair of sweatpants and an oversized Montreal Canadiens shirt. Checking my phone, I noticed that Abel had texted.
"Quick, send me a nude."
I smirked and sent him a picture of old man tits.
"You're an asshole for that." Laughing at his response, I brought up yesterday.
"And you're an asshole for trying funny shit yesterday when you said you weren't going to."
"Don't act like you didn't want me. You came onto me first." Immediately blushing at his text I managed to type, "Whatever Fuckboy."
He asked if he could come over and I was reluctant to give him my address along with permission. I ended up giving him both.
"See ya in a bit, fuckboy."
I smirked at my response and turned the TV on. A hockey game was on. Finally. Something I was looking forward to seeing for once. A couple minutes into the game, I heard a knock on my door.
Abel....
"Hola fuckboy." He rolled his eyes and stepped in. His dark eyes were carefully observing my home. After he had decided that looking around was enough, his eyes finally landed on me. I looked right back at him.
"Y'know, you're not as intimidating as you think you are. You know that, fuckboy?"
He smirked at my response and calmly said, "Y'know, you're not as tough as you think are. You know that, whore?"
"Crazy how I'm the whore, yet you were begging for me to fuck you last night. But okay, if it pleases your mind, then I indeed, am a whore." I shrugged and flashed him a smile.
As I began to walk away he quickly grabbed my arm and forced me into a kiss. I tried to pull away, which only resulted in him deepening it. When I was finally able to pull away I looked at Abel seriously.
"We're not fucking." His facial expression remained the same but I could note the disappointment in his voice when he said, "Why not?"
"Well, for starters, we just met. Also, I don't know you. And quite frankly, you don't even know my name."
He broke the distance between us and whispered, "You know you want me Carter." into my ear.
I froze in perplexity.
"How do you know my name?"
"I have my ways."
Hmmmm.
"Wonderful, but I still know nothing about you and if I'm being completely honest, I don't really want to."
Completely forgetting how close he was to me, he kissed me again and this time there was no getting out of it. I kissed back eagerly. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his body. He began walking towards my bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. While still on top of me, his lips planted sweet kisses all over my neck. At this point, I didn't mind where things were going. You're young Carter, let it happen. His hands began travelling up my shirt, gripping my breasts. He was in control. Unacceptable. I managed to flip us over so that I'd be on top. The control was mine. I got a hold of his jacket and shirt and pulled them off together. His bare chest was now exposed. Wasting no time, I made my way down to his pants and unbuckled his belt. This is fun. I eagerly bit my lip and smirked. My smirk went to waste as soon as Abel grabbed both of my hands, laid me on my back and hovered above me. Shit. Judging by the look on his face I could tell that i was no longer going to be in control. I had my first and last chance. He took immediate control of my shirt and took it off of me. My camouflage print bra was exposed. My pants were next. Abel ripped my sweatpants off, revealing my nike panties. The nike logo was printed right on my core. Immediately embarrassed, I reached up to my lamp and turned it off. Lucky for me, the room had black curtains that blocked any trail of the sun. The room was basically pitch dark now. I couldn't sense Abel's presence and was immediately discouraged. As I was trying to get up, a warm hand got a hold of my stomach, forcing me to lay back down. My cheeks immediately flushed after I felt a delightful sensation. Abel had began to trace the logo with his tongue. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to moan or laugh. The sensation was wonderful, but it tickled. I ended up laughing.
"The fuck is funny?"
"Being tongue fucked, it tickles."
"I can assure you, this dick won't tickle."
"I can assure you, I don't want to find out." With that I pushed him off of me and turned on my lamp. I caught sight of my shirt and pants and put them both on.
Looking down at abel sitting on my bed, I mouthed, "Like I said, we're not fucking." I smiled wide just to piss him off a little more and walked back into my living room. I sat on my couch and resumed to watching the game I was watching earlier. Abel came out dressed a few moments later. He sat down next to me and put his legs on top of mine. Looking at him annoyed, he smirked and began to speak.
"Y'know, there's no need to play hard to get. You're already hard to want."
"Y'know, I find it funny that you think that and are still trying so hard to fuck with me."
He shrugged and didn't say anything. I smirked and chuckled.
"Fuckboy."
"Whore."
"Funny how I'm a whore, yet I'm a virgin."
His eyes widened and then went back to their normal state.
"You're a virgin?"
Chuckling again, I responded, "If you believe so, then sure."
"Hmm okay. So you're a virgin. Now I see why you don't want to fuck."
"If you think so, and that's not why I don't want to fuck." He looked perplexed for bit and then he finally spoke up.
"Then why don't you want to fuck with me?"
I shrug, "Unlike the bitches you fuck with, I don't open my legs for just anyone. Does that answer your question?"
Abel:
Damn.
I Shrug and say "We'll see."
She's hard to resist, I must admit.
She licks her bottom lip and says, "The only thing I'm going to see is this hockey game."
She's right, she's not like the other bitches I fuck with. I have to earn her, unlike the other hoes.
"You said you barely knew anything about me earlier. We can change that right now."
"I later added that I'm not interested."
Damn.
Feeling the need to reply back harshly, I say,"Like I said, you're already hard to want, don't play hard to get."
She leans in so that we're face to face and smirks.
"Then why do you want me so bad?"
Fuck.
"Don't get carried away."
She licks her bottom lip and goes back to watching her game.
My phone goes off, informing me that Cash has just texted. His text is regarding work in the studio. He asks me to meet him in an hour. I get up from the couch and point at Carter. "I'm picking you up tomorrow."
She licks her bottom lip and says "I bet."
