That made her smile. She’d been thinking about him, too. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. “What have you been thinking?”
“I’ve been thinking about your hands.”
“My hands?”
“Yeah, your hands…and how good they felt wrapped around my hard cock.”
“Ohh,” she breathed, her body temperature instantly rising two degrees at least.
“And your mouth,” he added. “And your sweet little pussy.”
“Hmm.” That was all the sound she dared to make. She was remembering, too, the pulse of him, the dark look of lust in his eyes.
“I haven’t just been thinking, to tell you the truth,” he admitted.
“No?”
He cleared his throat. “I’ve had to take a few cold showers in the middle of the night…”
She blinked at the phone, knowing just what he was talking about. “Really?”
“I have to admit…” His voice dipped lower, into an even sexier range, if that was humanly possible. “I was secretly hoping maybe you’d show up…”
“Steven…” She gulped.
“Call me Doc,” he said.
“Everybody does,” she finished with him, smiling.
“And of course, now that you’ve deigned to talk to me, I’m sure I’ll have to make another visit to the showers tonight.”
“Is that so?” She knew an invitation when she heard one.
“Probably around three. Just F.Y.I.”
“St-Doc…listen…”
He made it official. “Just in case you wanted to join me.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she said slowly, sounding sad, and she was. But did she really want to get involved? Things were, as she’d said, complicated.
Did she want to complicate life even more?
He sighed. “Does this mean the Ice Queen has returned to her throne?”
Carrie froze and she could almost hear his grin, see the challenging look in his eyes. “I’ll be there,” she snapped and hung up.
* * * *
Carrie’d had to explain away her “I’ll be there” comment to Maureen. “I’ll be in Key West,” she said to her friend. “That’s what I meant.” Of course, Maureen was thrilled that Doc would be coming along, at the prospect of double dates and Carrie not feeling like a third wheel when James was around.
Carrie didn’t know how she felt about it.
She still didn’t know as her alarm woke her at two-fifty-five a.m. and she reached for it before it woke Maureen. Her friend was breathing deeply, still asleep.
What am I doing? Carrie thought, pulling on her robe and sliding out of her room, closing the door quietly behind her. The dorm was silent, eerily so. Bars closed at two, so even those breaking the midnight curfew were probably sleeping it off in their beds.
She padded down the hall and slipped down the stairwell. It was only when she neared the men’s bathroom that she hesitated, her eyes still adjusting to the overhead fluorescents, her brain fuzzy from sleep.
Was he there? Cock throbbing and hard in his hand, thinking about her…? She was already soaking wet-had been, since he first suggested this clandestine meeting.
She crept into the bathroom, barely breathing, trying to listen. Nothing. Just one of the sinks dripping water, a tinny “plink, plink” sound. She dared to venture a little further, glancing behind her just in case-if some guy decided to come in to take a drunk piss, she was going to take off running.
“Oh yeah, Carrie, your little pussy is so tight!”
The sound of her name in his throat made her freeze-he was here. Same shower stall. She was sure, although she couldn’t see him-yet-that his cock was hard in his hand, and this time she knew exactly who he was imagining. It was both exciting and embarrassing, to know he was picturing her.
“Come on, baby, please, I want you so bad.”
It was as if her cunt had a mind of its own, propelling her forward. She inched toward the closed brown curtain where she now heard the distinct sound of his jerking off, his hand shuttling up and down his stiff length.
“Ohhhhhhhh fuck,” he groaned, sounding pained, and she held her breath as she drew the curtain quietly aside, wanting to see him, needing to, before he knew she was there.
He was laid out on the bench, still now, his fist wrapped tightly around the tip of his dick, squeezing hard. His lower lip was drawn between his teeth, arm thrown over his eyes. Slowly, he released the vice-grip he had on his cock, letting out a shaky breath. The tip was wet with pre-cum and she had a sudden urge to lick it off.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged, whispering, his hips beginning to thrust up into his hand. “Squeeze my dick with that hot little cunt.”
She bit her lip, moving in to get a closer look, her pussy more than sopping now.
If she wasn’t wearing panties, her juices would be dripping down her thighs. As it was, the crotch was soaked-she knew, not only because her pussy felt swollen, but because she was cupping her mound through her panties, idly rubbing herself.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, his hand moving faster again now. “Fuck me. Ride that cock. Oh god yeah, just like that.”
She swallowed, hearing the click in her own throat, waiting for him to feel her presence, but he was too engrossed in his fantasy-his fantasy of her. She stood fully in the shower stall with him now, right beside his thrusting hips, watching his cock appear through the clench of his fist again and again. His balls, she noticed, were drawn up tight. He’d been at this for a while, she realized.
“Oh baby, I want your mouth,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading pre-cum everywhere. “Please, suck me off.”
Carrie couldn’t resist. She dropped quickly to her knees, taking the head of his cock between her lips and sucking. Doc let out a gasp, half-sitting up on his elbows, and she gave a throaty laugh, taking him in as deep as she could manage, her eyes meeting his.
“Jesus,” he croaked, his hand moving in her hair. “Don’t do that!”
“You want me to stop?” She sat back on her heels, biting her lip. “Are you sure?”
He groaned and pressed her head back toward his crotch. “No, not that. Don’t ever stop doing that.”
She smiled and slid her fist down his shaft, following with her mouth and tongue, breathing in the fully masculine scent of him, letting it fill her senses. He reached for her, lifting her t-shirt and cupping a breast, rubbing her hard nipple with his palm. She gave a soft moan, her other hand wedging the crotch of her panties between her swollen lips, gasping when her fingers reached her clit, throbbing and aching for release. But she didn’t want to climax yet. Not yet.
Just the feel of his cock in her mouth, the way his hips pressed up, his hand groping her breast, made her want to come. She sucked him eagerly and, using just her index fingernail, began to scratch her itch through the crotch of her panties-faster and faster over that little nub, back and forth, scratch scratch scratch.
She could barely concentrate on what she was doing, his cock moving wildly, a thick, wet frenzy as her breath came in hot, quick pants. Her finger was pressing now, rubbing her clit in delicious, familiar circles, her pussy pulsing. Close. Too close.
“Oh Doc, I’m gonna come for you,” she gasped, her hips jutting toward the bench, and he grabbed her, holding on tight as her whole hand scissored between her legs, shoving her panties deep between her sopping pussy lips. She let him hold her up, clenching her between his thighs, supporting her with strong arms as her orgasm seared through her and she faded to black for a moment, nearly collapsing from the pleasure.
“Oh yes,” he whispered, pulling her close, his cock like a brand against her belly.
“Oh my god, yes, yes.” He rained kisses against the top of her head as she shivered in his arms.
