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  Tanya, the stylist, simply brushed me off with an amused smile. “You’ll be posing without exposing them. A hand or a strand of your hair will cover it, unless, you request it, but I think you’re contract stated that those aren’t allowed, so we have to keep it sexy with a borderline of tame, but pushing that limit.”

  Cool. That was nice of Barbara to look out for me. “Thanks, Tanya,” I said as I gave my chests another quick glance.

  “When you’re ready, we’ll need you in the living room, Emma,” someone said somewhere before leaving in haste.

  “Okay, thank you,” I called out, breathing a few times before I strutted out in my six-inch gladiator heels and black, mesh, Brazilian-cut underwear with matching mesh bralette-top.

  “Holy FUCK! God is punishing me big time.” Carter swallowed, cursing as he took his phone out, browsing.

  Based on his stone, odd-like expression, I was a little unsure about this number. Should I request to change it? She said there were a couple more to try if this wasn’t working for me, but I had asked what the photographer would like and Tanya chose this one. “What do you think? Hot or sluttish?”

  “Both. You look great, Em.”

  My eyes lowered to his crotch area. Fair enough; he was still sporting good ole junior. “Okay, I’ll be off then.”

  “Emma?” he called out before I started to walk away.

  “I know you’re enjoying being such a tease, but I can only handle a little at a time. Try to be a tad more considerate the next time you decide to check on me, provoking my thoughts to drag you to the nearest room and taste what you’re parading in front of me.”

  “I know, right? Too bad you can’t drag me to the nearest room and do the things you want to do to me.” Smiling, I blew him a kiss. “Hope those five women were worth it, Mason.”

  Chapter 17

  “Some people think it’s wrong, being single isn’t right. But if you hurt the right person, you’ll be wrong all your life.”

  - Tyga

  Emma

  “Happy Birthday!!!” I was woken up by a loud, screaming Trista, Lindsey, Amber and Carter. A five-tiered pancake with fresh strawberries and blueberries piled around it along with sparkly, colorful candles was shoved in front of my partially asleep face.

  Sweet. I loved my dolls! “Damn, why couldn’t it be like this every morning?” I smiled before thanking them as they shoved paper bag after paper bag of goodies my way.

  The girls already had planned to celebrate with dancing tonight, however, for now, they had to get their lazy bums in gear to get to their classes. They bid me goodbye as they each went out of my room, complaining, sighing and a little whining on the side.

  I was grinning from ear to ear as I reached for a strawberry and popped it in my mouth, half-sitting on my crumpled bed. “Don’t you have a class to go to?” I questioningly raised my brow at Carter.

  It was ten in the morning, Carter smelled like a fresh shower and was dressed in his usual semi-loose jeans that showcased those thick, glorious thighs and those steel buns that had me panting at his feet back in yesteryears.

  Even though Bass had a body that made me feel faint, Carter had a body that made me want to reach out and see if that ass really lived up to my expectations. I loved, loved, luuurved soccer thighs!

  “Not until two, but if you want me to leave, I happily will because you’re the birthday girl.” Carter had a smirk on his face as he fed me more strawberries.

  I didn’t know what the heck it was with strawberries, or maybe I was too wired with sexual hormones that needed to be unleashed off my deprived body, but I was feeling a little… playful.

  I was in love with Bass. However, it’d been a little over a month of no communication with him. No calls, text, or emails of any sort came from him and I didn’t expected any.

  For just a brief moment, though, I wanted to feel sexy… beautiful.

  Sexual power play.

  Sensual.

  Erotic.

  Carnal.

  Gazing at him, I parted my lips and carefully bit through the succulent fruit, savoring the sweet, juicy taste as I watched Carter looking at me with another appetite in mind.

  A trickle of juice slowly made its way from the bottom of my lip, all the way down to my chin. Using his thumb, he wiped it off and offered it against my lips. Using the tip of my tongue, I swirled it on his pad, licking any trace of sweetness from it. Before releasing it, I made a little, playful suck as I lasciviously gazed at him. I ended it with a soft graze of my teeth.

  Acting as if that little interlude didn’t just occur, I diverted my attention to the plate next to my bed, took a piece of blueberry and popped it in my mouth. “Got any news to share?”

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Emma,” he growled before crashing his lips into mine, wretchedly seeking access as he hovered his sinew body over my pliable form.

  His lower hips ground, suddenly parting my thighs as he pushed against my mound, rubbing it with fervor over his jeans. I only had my cotton chemise on with no hindrance of underwear to speak of. After months of going commando during nighttime, wearing them again felt weird.

  Still kissing me, Carter’s hands were busy roving over my breasts before he drastically took off his shirt, glaring down at me like a feral, loose animal before he took my lips again.

  He was hard. So hard that I used the bulging tent, shamelessly writhing against it to soothe my aching nub. “Fuck, baby. I can feel your wetness through my clothes,” he muttered against my lips, losing control as he panted against my cheek.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I spoke the truth as he studied me with acute concentration. “I don’t want to have sex, Carter. I’m not ready for that, but it’s just been so long, I guess my body’s just going crazy.”

  “Don’t worry, Em. I’m not going to force myself on you.” He gave me a minute long kiss before whispering into my ear, “What do you want me to do to you? I’m at your service to please you.”

  Um, um, fuck!!!!!

  “My lips,” he whispered against my neck, nipping it. “My tongue.” He licked the valley between my breasts. “My fingers.” He captured my nipple over the thin chemise, twisting it with purpose. “My dick.” He slammed his hips into my sensitive womanhood with great force and I cried out with anticipation as he rubbed my clit with the roughness of his jeans, showing no signs of slowing down. “Tell me what you want. I’ll pleasure you all day long.”

  “All of them—use all of them, but with no penetration of any kind.” Nether region infiltration was too personal for me. As horny as I was right now, I still couldn’t go through the whole nine yards yet.

  Someday, I knew I had to eventually do it, but for now, I could suffice my carnal pursuits with other pleasurable actions without jeopardizing much of myself.

  “Let me see your beautiful, tight body, baby.” Carter was on his knees, pushing the hem of my dress up, carefully taking it off.

  His eyes zeroed in on my exposed pussy while I half-sat, watching him admire me with those dark orbs, absorbing every single detail of my ripe nakedness as his eyes became reacquainted with my body once again. Biting his bottom lip, he got out of bed and took care of his soaked jeans and briefs, taking them off without breaking our gaze.

  The sight of his cock, thick and long, jutting proudly before my very hungry sight, made me question if I was crazy not to have sex with him.

  “Having second thoughts?” Carter motioned towards me, carefully placing his body atop mine, making sure our sexes didn’t make contact, much to my disappointment.

  “You fucking made me a handicapped man, Emma,” he declared in one harsh breath before imprisoning my body under his. Pressing his hard chest on my breasts as he unhurriedly consumed me.

  When he gradually lowered himself towards my breasts, I almost sighed with relief since he took his time with me. The old Carter took without consideration, but this new man was crucially and deliberately plaguing
me with acute sexual frustration.

  I wanted the crazy, mindless, couldn’t-get-enough-of-you hunger. Not this let’s make slow passionate love until we grow white hair type. “Carter—please, hurry!” Adamantly pushing him to get down south and take care of the business. “Finally!” I panted out my relief when his tongue parted my slit. I could feel Carter grinning as he suckled on my core.

  “Just to warn you, birthday girl. I’m not parting with this delicious pussy until I make you come twenty-one times.” A second after his warning, his mouth locked-down on my hot entrance, flicking it all the way up beneath my clit and back down, past the tip of the entrance, while his thumb was frenetically teasing my clit. My womb immediately tightened, tensing as a new, growing sensation was budding in me.

  “Carter!” Screeching with urgency whilst grabbing his hair, nails gripping his skull, when I felt his left thumb begin to rub circles in my other canal—simultaneously along with his relentless tongue and his thumb on my clit. “Aww… Oww… OH.” I heaved out, writhing without shame. “OH. GOD. OH FUCK!!!” I sobbed with a half scream as I bit my lip, riding the severely intense orgasm with little energy left.

  “How was that for a start?” Carter parted from my mound as he drove his lips onto mine. Snaking his tongue out as he made me taste my very essence. One hand teased my breast while the other cupped my ass, squeezing and gripping as he gently parted me wider, nestling himself in between my thighs.

  He swallowed my loud gasp when his hot length sat on my pussy, tempting me to cater to its need. My nails were fiercely stuck on his ass when he started to glide his length over mine. Igniting a different hunger than what his tongue had unleashed in me.

  “Baby, you are so wet,” he bit out through gritted teeth as he paced himself faster, fastening my legs behind his hips as he started to lose control. “You feel so good. It makes me want to fuck you, so bad. Let me fuck it, baby.”

  No. Yes. No. Maybe. Yes. No.

  I was still engrossed in my indecision when I felt the tip of his head slowly pierce me, seeking permission to slide through. “Tell me that doesn’t feel fucking good.”

  It did. Hell, it did. “I can’t. Not yet, Carter.”

  “Okay, baby. I’ll pull out if you just let me put all of the head inside for a minute, then I can make us both come.” He offered a deal.

  To be fair, I suppose I could do that. “One minute.”

  When the tip of his shaft made a furious push, opening my tight channel for his intrusion, Carter was burning holes into me. Dark clashed with blue as we both experienced his entrance, measuring as it went deeper in such a slow agonizing way, I felt every single feeling in me.

  A pained expression crossed his face when he knew he couldn’t go any further. He lavished it as I felt him expand the head inside me, making me writhe in ecstasy. When he slowly pulled back out, he went in again without going past half an inch after his head. God, I wasn’t going to deny that having him inside me felt so good, but it didn’t feel right.

  Carter was kissing me again as he pulled out of me and positioned my legs over his shoulders. When he began gliding manically, I reached to my side and sought for his scrotum, tugging the sac, stimulating him further.

  The old instincts kicked in, noticing the evident signs of Carter about to come soon. I gripped his balls the second he released a harsh sound as the first string of semen shot out of his tiny slit, spurting my navel with his seed.

  Regrouping and evening his breath, Carter got up and went straight to the bathroom. He came out with a wet towel and gently wiped my tummy off with soft strokes. “Open your legs, please,” he kindly asked as my thighs parted and he cleaned me off.

  Dumping the towel on the floor, he gathered me in his arms, sighing happily before he kissed the back of my neck. “I love you, Em. I know you’re going through a lot right now, but I just want to get it out there; the moment you’re ready to start dating again, I will be the first man in line to try and steal you away.”

  Funny how the situation was now reversed when it was only last year that I was madly in love with this soccer stud. It also mocked my recent relationship mishap with Bass.

  If the time came that I was ready to date again, would I consider getting back with Carter? True, I may still feel something for him, but was it enough to risk being with him after the disastrous break-up we had?

  To that, I had no answer. I suppose only time would tell.

  Getting back on the dating wagon was inevitable, but the thought of being able to fall in love with someone else was questionable.

  I had fallen already. How many times does a person drop in the depths of the abyss? I was sure most people who had infinitely loved another would tell you once. Loving someone was not a hardship.

  Falling into it was.

  Judging from the semi-aroused state that Carter was already in, it wouldn’t take long for him to get started again. Sure, it was great and all…

  BUT.

  I wanted… Bass.

  Not only was he entertaining and adorable, but he knew what to do to make me crave him like I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t give it to me in a heartbeat. He simply knew my body like it was his own.

  It was crazy to be this wanton.

  There was no one to blame for my rapacious appetite other than Bass.

  My body was programmed and played to meet his liking. I was Bass’s whore because he made it that way and I was more than happy to be his.

  There’s sex and, then, there’s The Sex.

  With Bass, it felt like it was an absolute, chimerical-like mating, a ritual of some kind where the world shifted from its axis—a kind of transcendental experience. It was epically sublime. Making love with Bass had always been like that. How could I possibly fathom taking another man after that poetic, dynamite-like, hotter than magma, so ardently profound that it was a once in a lifetime kind of experience that only one man could accomplish?

  He made me so addicted to him—so drugged out from the very essence of him—that I was ruined for any other man.

  We were like a star; burning with heat, bright with hypnotizing beauty and dangerously suffused with powerful, volatile energy that could explode in due course. Fireworks, falling stars, and the entire fucking Milky Way combined with all the other blasted galaxies thundered into one. It detonated with corrupting speed, splitting and shattering whatever’s in its wake, until you’re left with pieces of yourself. Forsaking you with miniscule fragments of the person you once were, as you try to piece them together, trying to understand what the hell just imploded.

  Even though we adamantly try to glue it back, piece by piece, we were never going to be whole again. Why? Because the cracks were there, forever scarring. Blatantly reminding you that you’re just a shell—an empty, barren carapace—and we just go on pretending that we were still the same person, because that’s all it was.

  A pretense.

  Acting as if life still mattered.

  In truth, we craved to be back in that person’s embrace, but sanity demands us to lie to ourselves; telling our faces in the mirror that we were going to be okay.

  Each and every fucking morning without fail.

  After all, aren’t we the greatest pretenders of all?

  ~E~

  For the entire duration of the morning to the late afternoon, I was stuck in bed as Carter delivered his twenty-one promises.

  Heck, my vagina was throbbing so badly for the rest of the night that it was beyond awkward to dance, but since it was my birthday, the girls wouldn’t let me sit and relax whilst sipping my drink.

  Lindsey was persistent that only us girls partied, without the men, since we needed time with each other. For that, I was truly grateful because, if Carter were here, I might be in serious danger of getting excessive oral sex.

  The four of us bonded with laughter, more dancing, downing shots and an abundant supply of hugs.

  We drank so much alcohol that when it hit ten past one, we were ready for the h
ired limo to take us back to Taylor’s home. I admit, I missed the famed Chateau Marmont, but Taylor’s home was much more relaxed.

  I woke up early, coughing as if my throat had no moisture left in it. My hand started to rub the base of my throat to ease the feeling as I slid off the bed and headed through the dimly lit house, weaving my way downstairs.

  Taylor’s home was masculine yet homey, with mixtures of earthy tones and leather about. It suited the man quite perfectly. Helping myself to a glass filled with cold water, I didn’t take a breath until I had finished the entire content. The refreshing taste of the cold liquid made me feel a little awake now.

  Since there wasn’t a person awake at four-thirty in the morning, I leisurely explored the house. Smiling as I saw pictures of a younger Taylor and another guy, who I’m assuming was his brother because they looked like twins—apart from the smiles and the hair color.

  Striding towards the piano, I scanned the pictures with enthusiasm, that is until I found a picture of Bass with Taylor in their skiing gear, another one on a beach—his to-die for body was blatantly staring back at me—and the last picture had him with Taylor as well as a bunch of men and women on a vacation in a cabin somewhere.

  “Bass, it hurts to think of you.” Saying it out loud in the empty space as I sadly smiled at the picture of him.

  I’ll forever love you, my heart added.

  Even though my coping mechanism had helped me a great deal, it still didn’t shake off the reality that I was in love with him.

  One whole month later.

  I haven’t seen him for four weeks and yet it felt like it’d been years since I saw him last. I shivered as if cold, even though it was warm tonight. Bracing myself, I moved towards the bay windows and stared at the moonlit sky. How often had I gazed towards the moon with him next to me? Kissing me senselessly until I was drunk from his kiss, drunk from his intoxicating self?

  Hugging myself tighter, I started to take shallow breaths to help ease the drumming pain in my heart as I slowly dragged myself back to my bedroom. Sliding back in the cool sheets, I tried my damnedest to make myself fall asleep, but thirty minutes later, my anger was directed at the ceiling as I cursed the night. Frustrated as hell as my thoughts lingered with Bass again.