Page 47 of Miss Behaved
Carson’s body tenses as my body starts to pulse around him, but his stare doesn’t leave mine. Every inch carves out a familiar and totally foreign path, the steady rhythm of our bodies climbing higher. Higher.
His hand moves between us and finds my still-sensitive clit, starting in slow circles that drag ounces of pleasure from me that I didn’t think still lingered.
“Yes, Carson,” I say in unsteady pants. “Oh, God, I’m close.”
I tip my head back, and Carson dips down and drags his stubble along my neck.
“Come with me,” he says, sinking his teeth into my collarbone. Every nerve ending inside me explodes as his thrusts deepen.
The surge of my climax pulses around Carson’s dick, and he fucks me through it, chasing his own unraveling in frantic strokes.
“Fuck, Mon. Oh, fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. His dick is throbbing inside me as he spills out and claims my body, recognizing it as always his.
We finally still, bare fragments of waves echoing in the centers of our bodies as we lie fused together. And when Carson brushes my curls from my eyes and kisses me, all the promises I felt years ago flood back.
19
Monica
Ten Years Earlier
“Whenwillyoustopgrowing?” I push Carson’s shoulder, but his solid frame doesn’t budge. He’s added another half foot to his height in the past year, and I’ve stuck in place.
“When do you start growing?” he teases back.
“Ha ha.” I drop down onto my bed, and I think I spot him blushing before he turns and starts scanning the same pictures that have been on my walls since I was thirteen.
“Where are your parents again?” he asks, his deep voice cracking slightly.
“Uncle Jose’s,” I say, watching him pace back and forth. “For the night.”
That stops him.
I’m one day over eighteen, and I finally feel like I’m capable of staying in my own skin around him.
Just friends. That’s all he’s ever wanted to be, and that used to be fine for me. But this year is graduation, so this is it. Time to put it all on the line, show him what he’s been missing out on, and pray he doesn’t reject me.
I’ve spent my entire childhood hiding my feelings for Carson, small hills that snowballed into mountains. He might not have noticed, but I’ve held my heart back for him, pined after him, saved my virginity for him.
I’m done hiding.
His chin tips, and he looks at me over his shoulder, so I lean back on my elbows and stretch myself out comfortably on my bed. From Carson’s reaction, I’m not sure if I’m coming across as sexy or like a serial killer. But there’s a nervous smile on his face that gives me a little confidence.
Yes, I’ve had boyfriends. I’ve kissed plenty of frogs. But sitting here pretending I’m a girl who can seduce Carson, I’m suddenly aware this might be a terrible idea.
“How’s Tina?” I ask, trying not to gag on her name.
Carson spins around and tucks his hands into his pants pockets. “We broke up.”
“Of course you did.” I roll my eyes.
“What?” He sounds the slightest bit annoyed.
I sit up and don’t miss that he takes the opportunity to skim his gaze down to my breasts. They may not be anything to write home about, but I at least fill out a bra now.
“You’ve always just broken up,” I say to him.
He shrugs. “Well, I have.”
