Taboo (6 page)

“Oh god,” h
e says, jerking into my mouth. I take everything he has to give while hovering above him. When he’s finished I swallow and wink to let him know guilt is not a word that consumes me.

“That…”

“Was just the beginning,” I tell him, standing up and moving to the edge of the pool. I pull my dress over my head and drop it to the ground. “Come swim?”

You’d think he’d move slower
, but I remember he’s eighteen and he, in particular, seems to have endless energy. I haven’t even had the chance to jump in the water when he tackles me from behind. Cradling me in his arms we both fall with a splash into the deep end.

I open my eyes under water and try to make out his shape in the darkened pool, but it’s not necessary because his hands are all over my body and his lips have found mine.

This summer just got way more interesting.

*

Guilt doesn’t consume me, but Carter, on the other hand, does. I wasn’t lying when I said he’s under my skin. He’s an itch I cannot soothe. In another life I’d call myself a whore or a slut or a cradle robber. But I don’t care. I want this and him. It’s a summer fling and I plan on falling straight into it. I plan on dragging him with me.

We stand at the car
s afterwards, my long hair still damp and hanging down my back.  Our cars sit alone in the parking lot and he says, “Shouldn’t I give you a ride home or something?”

The idea of him in my apartment
has its appeal but it’s a line I’m not willing to cross. I just laugh and say, “I’m a big girl. See you tomorrow?”

We part with another kiss and another until I push him away and drive off. Even then I’m
jumping out of my skin in anticipation for the next day, but I try to keep the smile off my face when I enter the pool, because really. I need to chill out.

“How wa
s your meet up?” Finley and I cool off in the water. It’s too freaking hot to be anywhere else.             

“Good.”

“Yeah?”

I splash water on my arms and over my chest. He’s wat
ching every move. I lean back on the edge of the pool, propped on my elbows, so he can have a better view. “Yeah.”

“Did you guys do it?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. I wanted to work my way up, or down as the case may be.”

“Did you?”
She makes a crude, but well-known gesture.

“Oh
, yeah.”

Her head turns toward him a little. She’s thinking about it.
About him. “How big?”

“Big—like him
.”

“Was it weird? Is it?
Him being younger?”

“Maybe a little.”
I shrug and watch him yell at a kid for running. His voice gives me chills. He’s nice but firm to the kids at the pool and that makes me like him even more. “We talked some. He’s not a virgin. He’s had a blow job before. This isn’t uncharted territory for him. But…”

“But what?”
She turns and rests her elbows on the side.

“But when he looks at me it’s like
seeing a kid in a candy shop. And I’m the candy. I can feel the want vibrating off his body. It runs though his blood and across his skin. Does he want me in particular?” I muse. “I don’t know, I doubt it, and really, I don’t care. That kid is horny twenty-four-seven and I plan to exploit every last second.”

We both look over just in time to catch him adjustin
g himself in the chair. We giggle and he gives me a quick, oblivious smile.

“Twenty-four-seven.”

Chapter
13

“
Softer,” I tell him. His face moves between my thighs and his beard feels thick and scratchy. I want him so bad it hurts, but he asked me to show him, so I am. After some fumbling around and a couple moments of indecision he found his rhythm and I found mine. His tongue feels hot and perfect. But I know if I don’t come soon, he’s going to end up with sticky shorts and neither of us wants that.

“Keep going,” I encourage
him, feeling the rush from doing something so dirty. So immature and illicit. I haven’t made out in the back seat of a car since high school. The fogged-over windows give a false sense of privacy, but anyone could find us. Anyone. Then his tongue hits my sweet spot and my body starts to shake and shiver, the possibility of getting caught makes the pleasure more intense.

I’ve barely come down, when I see him
on his knees, his dick tenting in his trunks. I pull them down, and his cock bounces like a spring. I open my already spread legs wider, giving him the green light. He moves frantically, like he’s afraid I may change my mind.

“Calm down,” I coax.

“Ouch,” he says banging his head on the roof of the car, trying to get fully free of his shorts.

“You okay?” I ask, but I think it
comes out in a mushy giggle because I’m still high from the feeling of his tongue. 

“Yep,” he replies
. The look of determination, plus lust on his face, confirms that a bump on the head isn’t going to keep this from happening.

“You have a condom?” I ask, but he’s already searching for one. With trembling fingers
, he rummages through his glove compartment, pulling the square package out. I pluck it from his hands and tear the wrapper. “Come here.” He hovers over me in the tight space, allowing me to roll it on. He jerks a little when my fingers touch his skin, trying to control himself, and I know he won’t last long, but I don’t care, I need him as much as he needs me.

He’s quick about it once he settles down, pushing in, burying himself to the hilt. I’m glad he
’s big because he isn’t skilled. His enthusiasm makes up for it, anyway. His pretty gray eyes glaze over as he gets lost in my bouncing chest, and he sucks the sharp breaths out of my mouth with his kisses.  When he’s ready he grunts deep and sweet, faster and faster and faster until his face is in my neck and dirty words tumble out of his mouth.

We untangle, and he
trashes the condom in a fast food cup, then rolling on his back. I let him pull me on his chest. I rest my head on the smooth skin—he isn’t very hairy yet, just a couple soft hairs scattered here and there. “That was awesome,” he says, and I nod into his skin, wanting to close my eyes. I can’t because were in the back of his SUV in the swimming pool parking lot. The SUV his parents bought him for graduation. The thought makes me search for my shirt but my sweaty body sticks to the leather of the seat. He tightens his grip. “You’re kind of amazing,” he whispers and then kisses the top of my head and the pit of my belly stirs.

I lift myself up and smile. “You’re pretty amazing
, too.” He pushes his hips toward me and he’s hard again. I think about being his age and how once a night would have been enough, but now the idea of a second go is more than appealing. He’s more than ready to oblige.

“What time do you need to be home?” I ask, wrapping my hand around him, feeling a little strange asking the question. But I have ideas and plans for the rest of
the night and most of them take place in this car.

“Whenever,” he says
, tossing my shirt to the front seat with one hand and reaching for my chest with the other. God he’s handsy.

Whenever is perfect. Whenever is fine. I decide then to do whatever we can do between now and whenever.

Chapter 1
4

“Details.”

We’re back in the shade again, but not because of the sun.  This i
s the best place to watch Carter when he decides to get cocky and show off on the diving board. Right now he’s standing on the board, leaning against the guard rails waiting for the kid in front of him to take their turn. He’s funny, because he’s so laid back and even this little kid being slow doesn’t faze him.

One fuck session and m
y obsession has shifted. I’m no longer focused just on his body, but on him. Like where does he go when he’s not here (or with me?) and where are his friends? And seriously, how can he not have a girlfriend? 

But something else I’ve noticed is
how the water truly is his home. For Carter it’s like another layer of skin. He glides through it. He moves fast and graceful. Outside the water he’s capable as well, but he’s like a puppy. Arms and legs slightly out of control. He occupies too much space. He’s just a little too big for his coordination, but in the water he moves like he can breathe under there.

Like Aqua-Man
.

“Ruthie,” Finley
snaps her fingers. “Details? Please? I’m dying over here.”

“It was good. He was good.”

“Really?” Her nose scrunches up and I can tell she’s skeptical.

“I mean, no, he’s no
sexpert, but honestly, he’s so into it, and so into me and he’s so freaking
eager
, it makes it more than worth it.” I think about his face when he comes. The way his eyes squeeze shut and the way he bites his bottom lip. It’s all about the sex. Nothing else.

“What does his skin feel like?”

“Velvet,” I tell her. “Smooth like velvet.”

We watch him
go to the edge of the board. He’s on the high dive now. Carter balances himself, arms wide and in a beat he’s in the air, first sideways, then tumbling forward, and ending in a can-opener that showers us in water. We’re drenched, and his head bobs to the surface and he gives me a fast smile.

Show off.
Splashing girls is Carter’s way of flirting. The equivalent of pulling my pig tails. He’s marking his territory without ever saying a word.

I fight a
smile back because I still don’t want anyone to know. These moms gossip too much, and the older kids are into everyone’s business and I’m working here. Plus, I like him being my dirty little secret. He likes it, too.

“So does he listen? L
ike are you telling him stuff?”

She’s still talking about sex. “Yeah, he’s willing to learn. Last night we worked on the theory of
why men should make sure women get theirs first.”

“Oh
, yeah?” She smiles. She knows this to be true.

“Yes, he learns fast
, and—“ I start to giggle. “He was rewarded richly.”

I hear the spring coil and release. He’s in the air a
gain, pushing his body to the highest levels it will go. Again, he lands like a bomb, in the sweet spot between his butt and his back and water showers over me like rain.

*

Carter
pushes the hair off my neck and kisses the spot below my hairline. My skin is sticky and slick with sweat. Just like every other inch of our bodies.

“Holy shit,” he says, for
the third time. There have also been a series of fucks, damns and one sweet Jesus earlier. Now though, he pulls my skirt down so it covers my backside, and in the shadows of the darkened girls’ changing room I can see him pulling his shorts back up. His hands shake and I can see his knees wobbling as much as my own. I slide my back down the wall and rest on the bench.

I had shown up at closing, waiting around until the other guard left. Once the l
ights were out and the gate locked, I pulled him into the changing room. I kissed him, and tugged off his shirt and then his shorts. He was ready, always ready and then I leaned into the wall, resting my forehead on arms and let him discover on his own that there was nothing underneath my dress. 

“Really?” he asked.

I kissed him in reply, bending over further and feeling his dick run along my sensitive, exposed flesh. I shivered and bit my lip when he finally slid in.

“Use your hands,” I breathed. He followed directions and made up for his lack of experience with ambition. Between his fingers and mine,
I showed him where to touch me, gently and then with more pressure. I came hard, my voice echoing against the cinderblock bathhouse.

I braced myself
for him, both hands on the wall as he grunted low in my ear. I heard my name whispered between the swear words. An angel or the devil, that’s what he must be. I’m still not sure which.

“I can’t believe you let me do that,” he says, pulling me off the sea
t and hugging me. I think it’s a ‘thank you for letting me fuck you from behind’ hug. Maybe? No one had ever hugged me after that before.

“Your next girlfriend will thank me
, too,” I say, because she will. She may even send me a note or flowers. Not only did I let him do it, I showed him how to do it right.

I wave him away and he goes outside and waits while I clean up.
Bonus of bathhouse sex? Showers. When I’m clean, we meet up outside, he laces his fingers through mine and asks, “Why do you always talk about other girls? It’s a little weird.”

“How so?”

“Girls don’t like to hear about other girls. I may be younger than you, but I’m not stupid.”

No. He isn’t. I’ve found out that he’s smart.
Really smart. Full academic scholarship smart. Pre-Law. He’s thoughtful and kind, even if a bit of a douche at times. I can’t blame him. God gave him looks and smarts and ability. It would be hard to keep it all in check.