He led me back to his place. A fine mansion in its own right, in walking distance from the fraternity. Huge gates, well maintained gardens, it really did put my father's mansion to shame. Carson, and likely Darren, likely had access to more funds than my father could ever dream of possibly having. The interior didn't do much to dissuade me of that notion, fine art and other various doodads gracing the walls and hallways.
I wasn't here to see his house. I was well accustomed to luxurious homes, and maybe I'd even have one of my own in the future. I was here for Carson.
"My brother and I have very different ideas about making love. He's abrupt, rough. Tries to call it passion. My definition is very much different."
He led me to his bedroom, in which there was a king size bed with four pillars on every side of the mattress.
He tossed off his jacket as he walked toward the bed.
A tinge of nervousness hit me. This was it. My first time. It wasn't like how I envisioned it happening. I expected more candles, maybe some flower petals. I was always the more hopeless romantic.
Carson was approaching me, met me eye to eye.
He kissed me again.
This. This was okay. It wasn't like the movies, no, but I definitely couldn't deny my attraction to Carson – or his brother for that matter. Even as he guided me in our embrace, the kisses meeting my face, I was constantly reminded of the fact that he wanted to share me, just to prove how much better of a lover he was.
I had to hope that this wasn't all bravado and he was actually terrible. As his hands ran through my hair and down my back, I was realizing that to be quite unlikely. Everywhere he touched me, gooseflesh appeared. He was good at this, damn good at this. Deft and delicate, I only wanted more from him, and let my own hands roam him back. He was firm and strong, and even through his shirt I could tell that he was incredibly ripped and strong.
Carson then used that strength to sweep me off my feet and carry me to
the bed, planting my back on it, and covering me right behind him. He whispered into my ears, his hot breath tickling them as he spoke. "Ever since I saw you, I knew I had to have you, Christine. I had to have you first. I would have broken the rules for it."
"Rules?"
"Me and my brother put a cap at one million, but I would have bet a billion for you."
His continued to devour me with his kisses, them raining down my cheeks, my mouth, down my neck and across my chest. He reached around my body and found the zipper that was keeping my dress in place, pulled it down, and with it, the garment as well.
Carson took the revelation of more of my flesh to ravish it, and make more the tiniest hairs on my body all perk up. He outlined my breasts with his fingers, my bra still protecting me from the best of his touch, and he proceeded to continue to use it against me. My nipples hardened, yearning for more of his touch, but I was denied, his hands going down my back, all across my thighs.
He was making my entire body want him. Every single nerve inside of me yearn for more of his touch. It was the move of both evil and genius at the same time.
My tormentor only briefly glanced over my panties, even though I knew he wouldn't ignore what laid underneath forever, but he was only going to drag it out further. Anticipation was powerful, and Carson was all about abusing that power to its absolute fullest.
His teasing continued, and I unhooked my bra, trying to encourage him to go forward. Luckily for me, he actually took the cue, pulling it off me and reveling in my naked breasts in front of him. Carson smiled, his approval comforting as I'd never shown them to anyone who should have been attracted to them before.
Doubling down on his admiration, he laid a kiss on my chest, and let his tongue roam around my nipple, and they were more than ready for his stimulation. The littlest bits of bliss were forming there under his licks, and it only got better as he showed my other breast the same attention, running his fingers softly over the teat that his tongue was neglecting at the time.
Even steadier, his hands slid down my naked body and toward my valley. Carson continued to suckle me as he slid his fingers into my panties, and saw how despite my initial confusion and protests, I was hot and ready for him already. "You're an awfully dirty girl for a virgin," he said.
"I have a very active imagination, and you're just making me imagine what's coming for me very shortly."
"Well I shouldn't disappoint you should I?"
He ran a finger suddenly over my nub and I damn near almost came from that alone. He continued, his finger deftly circling around my labia, letting the shock of his brief touch set in before doing it again. His fingers slipped into my slit, teasing me even further, and his kisses left my breast to cross my abdomen and down to my panties. Carson teased me even further through the fabric of my underwear, sucking on my clit for them, and letting me yearn for it to be gone.
My own hands reached for the band of my underwear, trying to push them down. All Carson did in return was grin like the asshole he was, then help me get rid of them. Bare in front of him, I was now completely at his mercy.
Carson was going to make sure that I wasn't going to regret it. He took in the sight of my naked body, nodded, and then flung off his own shirt. His chest was as good looking as it felt moments earlier, but I only got to see it briefly before he dropped to one knee, and then the other. His hand slid down my body from between my breasts back to my valley, before gently easing my legs apart. Carson's head drifted between my legs with a grin, as he was out to enjoy everything about me. Taking in my scent, then shocking me as he began to lick up my arousal, sucking it up like it were sweetest nectar on the planet.
It threw me off, the sudden surge that jolted through me did. It kept coming as his tongue pressed against everything tender down there, and started building the fires of lust inside me. No longer content with me simply enjoying the little things that he was doing to me, he was out to give me the absolute best, something that up to this point, I had only enjoyed by my own hand before this, and Carson was quickly proving his tongue was far greater than my fingers.
He continued to build at my ecstasy. Every lick around my labia, every little fuck with his tongue, every suckling of my clit, it was all orchestrated by him so damn well. His hands roamed my body, to keep the fire alive there and unify everything in my core. He wanted me to cum, and he wanted me to cum so damn hard.
It wasn't going to be long before he got his wish and I got my wish to. As much as I resisted the growing bliss inside me, pulling his hair, crossing my legs around his head, I was quickly heading toward that climax and fast.
When it hit me, it hit me hard. Every muscle tensing then releasing in bliss. So intense, so powerful, I moaned so loud for him as he was devouring me so completely. He didn't even stop as I screamed for him, wanting my orgasm to be sung out as loud as it possibly could be.