Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Virginia (2 page)

He moved in on her then and when his body brushed hers she realised he was naked. She’d been so mesmerised by his gaze on her, the look of tortured pleasure straining his face, that she hadn’t noticed he’d undressed. And now she wouldn’t get a good look at him because he was gripping her waist and lifting her off the floor.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She did as he asked, the hot press of skin on skin sending shuddering waves of need through her core.

“Take me in, Princess.”

“Condom?”

“On.” Carter bucked his hips. “Now take me all the way in.”

His cock slid through her folds, the heat—the hardness—all but pushing her from the ledge. Virginia wasn’t sure she wanted to let him in. He was going to make her come again just by filling her. She’d never been this responsive—this turned on.

“Now, Princess.”

Carter took control. He used his big hands to tilt her hips and lined their bodies up. Her shoulders were pressed against the wall, her hands gripped his biceps and her legs wrapped around his waist. The position shouldn’t have worked. He shouldn’t have been able to manipulate her body so that he could do what he wanted, but he did.

He placed the head of his cock at her opening. “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Princess? ‘Cause I have to say it’s too bad if you aren’t.”

With the flex of his hips he drove into her. A cry tore from her throat as he filled her with what had to be the biggest cock she’d ever had. She was so wet, so ready, and yet he stretched her to the point of pain. He filled her to overflowing and he didn’t seem to care.

“You’ll get used to it,” he panted as he pulled out and shoved back in again. And again.

It was hard. It was rough. And it was all Virginia needed to fly once more.

***

Ginny’s fingernails dug into his arms but all Carter could feel was the hot slide of his cock as it plunged in and out of her cunt. Jesus she was tight. Tight and hot and slick and fucking his brain right out of his head. She’d come within a few strokes but he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. He wanted more than a quick fuck against the wall but he’d agreed to no strings sex. If he wanted more he had to make it so good she’d want a repeat.

He planned to make it so good she never went anywhere else.

“Let’s do that again.” Carter leaned in to fuse his mouth to hers. He kept pounding into her. Kept driving hard and fast while she moved her hands and clawed at his back.

Her nails scratched, and with the pain slicing through him he figured he’d wear the marks of this exceptional fuck for days. Thinking she needed similar reminders, he left her mouth and nibbled his way to the throat. He hadn’t given a woman a hickey since he was a teenager but he wanted to mark this one.

He sucked at her skin. Pinched it between his teeth and increased the pressure until her breath hitched. Carter couldn’t help the grin that split his face when he open his eyes and surveyed the damage. Oh yeah, she was going to have a nice bruise right at the base of her throat.

Nobody would miss that thing and she’d have a hard time hiding it with make-up. Carter had never wanted to claim a woman as his before Ginny. And now that he was inside her, had watched her come—felt her come around his cock—the need to make her his only increased. He wanted her like no one else. Wanted everyone to know she was his.

Of course all these crazy thoughts didn’t mesh with the whole no strings sex thing he’d agreed to, but he had a plan for that. One he needed to concentrate on instead of all this chatter in his own head.

Then again, all the thinking was keeping him from blowing too soon.

There were so many other things he wanted to do to Ginny—with her—and he had to play it like this was the only chance he’d get to touch her.

With that in mind, he slid a hand up her back and gripped her neck. “Hold on.”

Wrapping his arm around her lower back, he moved them away from the wall, his cock still buried in her cunt, and walked the few feet to his desk. Lifting her off his cock, he lowered her feet to the floor and spun her around. She didn’t protest or fight him, so he put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed.

“What?” she asked.

“Face down on the desk. Up on your toes so that sexy arse is in the air.” Carter smoothed his hands over that perfectly curved butt and spread her cheeks wide as she did what he asked. “Damn,” he murmured as he brushed his fingertips through her wetness.

She was soaking. Her juices covered her cunt and had travelled between her arse cheeks. Carter swirled his fingers in the slickness, teased her—and himself— while he moved in behind her.

Her legs weren’t as long as his so he bent his knees, lined his cock up with her cunt and plunged into her once more. God, she felt like heaven. He gripped her arse and pounded into her for several minutes. Each thrust forward brought her higher on her toes. Each withdrawal dragged a soft whimper from her lips.

Carter concentrated on keeping control and making Ginny come again. He wiggled his thumb towards her puckered anus. Using her juices, he slicked up his skin and circled the tight muscle with the slippery digit.

“Carter?”

“Relax, Princess.” He pressed on the pucker, then circled some more.

“I’ve never…”

He chuckled. “That’s not gonna stop me.” Scooping up more of her juices, Carter pressed on the tight opening again.

“Oh.” She wiggled her hips, pulled away, pushed back.

“That’s it, find what feels good and go for it.” He timed the push forward with the stroke of his cock.

Before long she was moving with him—setting the pace—and Carter knew he’d get what he wanted. Ginny every way a man could take a woman. He just wasn’t sure he’d get more than this one night. Shaking that sobering thought away, he concentrated on working his thumb deeper.

She was moaning and whimpering. Lifting her arse to meet his thrusts and pressing back against him in search of more. Carter leaned over her, his chest connecting with her slick back, and drove his cock and thumb as deep as they could go.

“Carter!”

“Right here, Princess,” he whispered in her ear. “Right here driving you out of your mind.”

He rocked into her. Barely moved in and out. Carter didn’t want to push her too hard too fast, but he could tell she was into what he was doing. And he’d noticed her reaction when he talked dirty. She might be Virginia the ice princess outside of his bar but in here she was Ginny. She’d told him enough over the last few years for him to know she came here to escape the perfect life she’d made.

Carter wanted to believe she came here so she could be herself. Not the cultured woman she showed the rest of the world. That woman was fake. He knew it. She knew it. Now if he could only convince her to let go of that shell some more. Open up with him away from the bar. He’d be one hell of a happy man.

He wasn’t ashamed to say he’d take her any way he could get her and right now he had her naked under him. All he needed now was to hear her beg. “You like this don’t ya, Princess. Like having my cock in your cunt. My thumb shoved up your arse.” She whimpered when he swivelled his hips, wiggled his thumb. “Yeah, you like it dirty and this is almost as dirty as it gets. Wanna get dirtier, Princess?”

She moaned and pushed back against him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He licked her neck. Bit her shoulder. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”

“More,” she panted as she pushed up on her toes and pressed her arse against him harder. “Please. More.”

“More what? This?” Carter pulled his cock out and slammed it back in. “Or this?” He withdrew his thumb then drove it back in repeatedly.

“Yes!”

She came. Her orgasm surprising them both.

Carter rode it with her. He held her hip with one hand and fucked her hard with his cock and thumb until the squeezing of her body was too much and he succumbed to his own inevitable release.

“Ginny.” Her name was a growl on his lips as he leaned his head against her shoulder and, shuddering, lost everything he had inside her.

***

She couldn’t move. And it had nothing to do with having Carter plastered to her back, his cock still buried inside her. His pulse beat against her spine and his ragged breath burst over her shoulder in a wash of moist heat.

“Wow.” Virginia hadn’t meant to say the word out loud but her brain was still foggy with post-earth-shattering climax confusion.

“Ditto,” Carter spoke against her shoulder. His lips moving over her skin in a delicious caress that sent a shiver down her spine. “Give me a sec and I’ll stop crushing you to death.”

“I’m okay.” And she was. She was so okay it scared her.

She’d never had sex like that. Her insides still quivered and her pulse hammered in her veins—in her ears. Satisfaction and contentment had never gone hand-in-hand before. She had to leave. But the urge to stay—to fuck Carter again—spiralled through her.

And the need to cuddle up against him.

That wouldn’t do.

Virginia May Wexworth didn’t cuddle. She had hot sex and when the deed was done she walked away. Easily. Carter was already different.

For a start she
knew
him. She’d told him things she’d told no other. Not even her closest friend Darla knew what Carter knew. God. In the last two years she’d been more open—vulnerable—with him than taking her clothes off and letting him fuck her could ever make her.

He shifted, braced his hands on the desk either side of her head and pushed up. A shudder followed by burning need ran through her as he slowly slid his cock out of her sensitive pussy. The man was still hard and all sorts of naughty thoughts raced around her mind before she shut them down and reminded herself she never had seconds.

“Let me grab something to clean up with.” Carter was gone before she could answer.

Levering herself up, Virginia took stock of the carnal arch cramping her muscles. She heard water running, and turning to the right saw there was a small bathroom off the side of the office. Now that she had something other than hot sex on the brain, she took in her surroundings.

The office was well appointed. Her background told her the furnishings, the computer system, weren’t cheap. One thing that had impressed her from the moment she’d stepped inside Boyd’s Bar was the quality of the place. Her gaze landed on the clothes crumpled on the floor where they’d been dropped or tossed. Even Carter’s clothes weren’t cheap.

Not that anything was obvious, like Nella with her moneyed socialite ways or Lana with her brash look-what-I’ve-got personality showed they had money. But to those who knew the signs, it was apparent that Carter was doing more than all right for himself.

“Here.” He held out a cloth. “Let me clean you up.”

“Oh my God, are you for real?” Virginia pushed his hand away. “I’ll just use the bathroom.”

She strode past him, her head high, and tried not to look at the man. He was still naked. Still hard. And Virginia’s eyes seemed to have a mind of their own because they zeroed right in on that erection like it was the first and last thing they’d ever see.

Her throat constricted. Her pussy too. God, the man was built. Gloriously long and thick and she’d had that inside her… Before she could give in and ask for a do-over, Virginia forced her head away and her feet to move.

Closing the door between them, she leaned back against it and took a deep breath. How the hell was she going to find the strength to walk away from him?

***

Carter scrubbed a hand down his face. He wasn’t sure what to do now. Put his clothes on? He would except Ginny’s were tangled with his on the floor, which meant she’d come out of the bathroom naked and he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable by covering up before her.

He was treading on eggshells and he knew it. One wrong move and she’d bolt and never come back. Contrary to what his brothers said, he wasn’t stupid where women were concerned. He’d never have been dumb enough to walk away if he were married to her, that’s for sure. What kind of fuckwit had she married?

The door opened a crack. “Would you mind passing me my clothes please?” Her voice was crisp, a tone he’d never heard before, and he had to assume it was the one she used in her everyday life.

“Sure.” Carter gathered up her things, trying not to crumple them any more than they already were. He walked over and held them out. “Here.”

“Thank you.” The door snapped shut.

“Oo-kay then.” Well, that solved one problem. He scooped up his jeans and shirt. No point being the only naked one.

He was dressed and leaning his arse against his desk—the one he’d just fucked Ginny on—when she emerged from behind the shut door. He watched her for a moment and realised if he didn’t say something, she wasn’t going to. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” There was that frosty tone again.

Carter wondered if she used it as a shield to keep people away. He figured a lot of people wouldn’t approach her on looks alone, but when she opened that mouth and formed words dripping with ice…well, it would take someone with a thick hide or a thick head to keep coming at her.

He shrugged. “No reason. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“You promised no questions.”

“What?”

“You said you’d stop asking questions so we could have hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”

Carter laughed. He couldn’t help it. And when she arched a brow and looked down her nose at him he only laughed harder. Obviously not the reaction she was after.

“Really.” She spun on her heel and headed for the door.

Oh no. Not happening. He lunged forward, grabbed her wrist and spun her back. “Before you go.” Carter smashed his mouth to hers.

He took them deep. Thrusting his tongue between her lips he left no room for protest. He took. He conquered. He devoured.

And when he was done he lifted his head and stared her straight in the eyes. “See you later.”

***

See you later.

See you later? What the hell was that? Did he think they would hook up again?

A shiver rolled over her. God, she wanted to. Against all her better judgement she wanted another go-round with Carter. Hell, she wanted a hundred. Even then it might not be enough.