Chapter 120

Arrick half carries me, half walks me backwards from the elevator, mouth glued to mine as he kisses
me passionately, hands all over me and things getting steamier than they have since Leila’s party.
Fingers roaming one another, not looking where we are stumbling and fully focused on making each
other as horny as humanly possible without physically putting our hands in each other’s pants. He has
my hair all messed up and in my face from running his hand through it, using it to tug my head to one
side as he angles in, giving me about the most body curling kiss known to man. His tongue seems to
be doing a whole new thing with mine and my insides are going to self-implode with the amount of
scorching fizz going off. We bang into a wall, then a table, giggle without breaking our connection and
his hand skirts up under my dress to cup my ass and guide me a little more directly into his apartment.

We are both drunk, been pawing and flirting for the last couple of hours when we all moved to a club
after bowling and he had me sexy dancing up against him on the dancefloor, grinding saucily and
unable to keep his hands from straying. He changed my mood from downhearted and deflated to
happy and party-ready, in only one long, slow smooch and flurry of his hands skimming my body in the
alley. Ever since then I have been wrapped around his neck, unable to be parted.

The cab ride home was equally steamy as he pinned me against the seat and kissed me relentlessly,
libido set loose with the amounts of alcohol we ended up drinking and hands braver than they have
been since that party. Arry drunk horny and inhibitions wavering. Things notching up all evening,
heading for a complete hormonal explosion and now we’re back at the apartment to carry it further. His
hands boldly slide up my thighs while I start opening his shirt buttons, hints at more than a make-out
session brewing between us and I’m all for it. There is no doubt, no confusion about the inner stirrings
of my body and the way I’m crying out for him to be inside me.

All night, it’s half the reason I drank so much. Dutch courage. My head telling me to just get over this
hurdle and give my poor man a girl who actually gives him sex. He clearly needs it after what I listened
to, and I don’t want to be another reason he has a less than satisfying life. All night I felt fragile and



vulnerable, what with Natasha showing up, the way she kept appearing to try and infiltrate our group
and making Arrick a little more toned down in his attentiveness because he doesn’t want to rub it in her
face. He let loose when we went to the club and the pent up ‘behaving himself and keeping his hands
off me’ ended; he made up for it by barely keeping his hands to himself and I loved it.

He sucks on my bottom lip, running his fingers into my hair so he can angle my face again, lifting me
with his other hand, so my legs automatically go around his waist as I straddle him standing. I have no
bearings on where we are going, too busy playing tonsil tennis with his mouth, those perfectly soft lips
pressed into mine and he tastes so good. Eyes closed tight and lost to what an amazingly good kisser
he is. No matter what way he kisses me, it always feels like this and seems to press all my buttons
effortlessly, igniting any response he wants from me. My body is on fire with the aching need to have
him all over me, skin tingling and head empty of everything except the need to be joined to him in every
way possible.

I giggle when I’m dropped on my back on the couch, separated for a second before he is right there on
top of me again, nestling between my open legs, warm hands sliding down my calves and pushing my
shoes off for me while he recaptures my mouth. His kissing is more on par with that drunken night, a
little hint of real Carrero passion coming through and blood most definitely heating up on his end. I love
the little hints into what he can be if his real unleashed side gets to play. It’s obvious he holds back with
me, always aware of pushing me too far and yet it’s always there, bubbling under the surface like a hot
devil wanting to come out to play.

He moves on top of me slowly, taking his weight on his arms as he slides fully against me, moving to
my throat with soft grazing kisses. His hand cups my breast through my dress and I close my eyes at
the sensual contact. I let my own fingers wander over his chest and shoulders, one hand finding its way
down to his hip then over that tight ass, groaning when he nibbles my throat and his pelvis grinds in
against me. Waves of lust sweeping from him, yet I know he is holding back, still being gentle and
overly cautious and it has the same effect as trying to rein in the ocean.



So far there is nothing but that ache of desire to get him on top of me and lose myself in him. I moan
and writhe at how good his hands feel, as one slides under my dress at the thigh, sliding up to my hip
where my lace panties lie, stroking my skin deliciously and I mentally urge him to keep going. Pushing,
edging for more, yet knowing he is still holding himself in check, fully aware of where he touches me. I
want him to unleash that inner animal I know exists. I get hints, more and more as we continue to be
together and part of me knows that if he opened and let go then he would probably be more than a
competent lover, he will probably blow my mind.

I want my mind blown.

Taking that as a hint that he is open to more than making out, I slide my hand between us, down his
now naked abdomen and start pushing lower; kissing him, teasing his lips with my teeth, his mouth
entangled with mine.

“Sophie.” He breathes, breaking a hair width apart, catching my hand with his and pulling it from
between us, placing it beside my head on the pillow. He moves back to kiss me, but I turn my head in
disappointment, so he can’t.

“Why are you stopping me?” I pout woundedly, wanting him to go with what’s happening; relax and let
this occur naturally, especially as I very clearly want it.

“You know why.” He moves over me to kiss me again, not willing to stop getting things heated even if
he has no actual desire to go any further and I hold my tongue, hoping that I can urge him to change
his mind if we keep going. His body is very pointedly indicating he wants it to, I can feel his erection in
my groin, even if his head is trying to stop it. I resign myself to shut up and see if I can coax him with
seduction rather than words.

I turn back, getting lost in the way he starts teasing me again, letting my hand go so he can go back to
running his fingers up the outer edge of my thigh and under my dress, edging closer, stroking my skin



sexily. He seems lost in the moment again so quickly, skimming my naked skin and edging his pelvis
into mine a little gradually with every moan and arch I make.

I get lost in the way we are grinding, erupting into a million sensations as his body fits to mine snugly
and I get to taste every part of his jaw and neck, moving to keep unbuttoning his shirt. He buries his
mouth in my throat, pulls my dress neckline down a little and trails kiss over the curve of my cleavage
seductively, nibbling gently and getting more than a little aroused against me. I can practically feel his
erection trying to burst free from his pants and the way I’m crushed again him and he’s rubbing into me
has me clawing at him as tingles hit my pelvic floor. Stimulating my clit and pushing me to extreme
horniness.

I recognize the feeling from that night, the start of an eruption from within, and it amazes me that even
though he isn’t doing anything I can feel one starting. Crazily sensitive down there, either that or he
knows just how to touch me without touching me. I wonder if he is doing this deliberately; if this is why
he is pushing for more even if he has no intention of actually having sex with me. Knowing he can
make me climax in other ways with some frontal grinding.

Arrick lifts my leg at the knee, pulling it up to bend around his body, so he can rub into me more
intensely, hitting me very directly with his “bulge” so that I cry out rather than moan and get a smile
against my mouth as a reward. I lose any doubts that it is exactly what he’s trying to do. Panting so
heavily that I can barely kiss him now, the effort of not having some womanly explosion consumes me
and his hot breath in time with mine hits me in the cheek as he increases the pressure and level of
speed to his rubbing against me. I’m more than convinced he is trying to make me cum now.

Sneaky ass!

Letting go to slide his hand under my dress and up to cup my breast through my bra as he captures my
mouth once more. Kisses more frenzied, bodies completely wild for one another and looking to anyone
watching like we are fully having sex with the motion and noise coming from us. It’s obvious he is



extremely horny, and he has me that way too, squirming for release from the craving inside me to just
do it already. Probably thinks he will cum from over horniness if he makes me climax and it will
somehow satisfy us both, but I want more than an orgasm this way. I want him to get naked and show
me what I’ve been missing in the last month. It’s obvious he has skills and it’s about time I got the
benefit of having a boyfriend who spent years honing them.

Feeling braver as he escalates things a little, I grab his free hand and push it across my thigh towards
my underwear, which is now on show since my dress has gotten hitched up my abdomen with his
wandering fingers. He tenses and pulls back, stopping his grinding rhythm for a second, but I catch his
wrist and hold it tight, refusing to back down when this is something, I want more than oxygen. He
breaks away to look down at me, gorgeously turned on with dilated pupils, kiss swollen lips and messily
ruffled hair from my clawing fingertips, dragging in a breath which makes his shoulders heave and
naked chest expand rapidly. I don’t think I have ever seen him look so crazily sexy in my life.

“Don’t stop … I trust you. I know you’ll stop if I say no. Stop holding back, it’s frustrating.” I whisper
through short inhales into his mouth, kissing him hard and slipping my tongue over his so that he can’t
talk, getting lost in this and urging him to carry on. I am so close to the brink of internal climax, but I
want it from him being inside me, not like this.

He relaxes on top of me a little, his hand moves up under my dress again and over my breasts once
more, slowly, tensing as doubt obviously gets him. He stops and looks down between us for a long
moment, so many thoughts and emotions passing over his face as he lightly draws patterns on my skin
with his finger. I can almost taste his turmoil, that quick brain torn between wanting to have sex with me
and the protective part, wanting to not hurt me. I couldn’t love him anymore if I tried.

“Say no … Promise me! If anything, doesn’t feel right, Sophie. Even the tiniest doubt, then stop this.”
His eyes meet mine, deadly serious and I nod, leaning in to kiss him again. Arrick seems to hesitate,
assessing me me for a moment even though I’m kissing him, as though trying to decide if he should or



shouldn’t and then finally closes his eyes and kisses me back. Pushing against me and losing himself
in me once again, going back to the way his body fluidly moves with mine.

His hands come up to cradle my neck and face, angling to deepen the kiss to panty twisting levels and
I realize in that single moment just how much my boy has been holding back. Hot kissing to scorching
kissing in a flash as he lets go a little, his groin meeting mine harder as euphoric heat starts enveloping
me at a faster speed that makes me literally tense and move higher up the couch in reaction with a
gasp. My mouth is a whole new plaything for him, lip sucking, tongue caressing and generally making
every part of me combust with that hidden skill. A talent he has been keeping from me until now. I’m
literally swept up hopelessly and realize he has only had me simmering until this second and now I am
consumed with new levels of insane need.

Arrick’s hands move down to my thighs and pull me up, so I’m wrapped around his hips snugly as he
nestles tightly against me, body molding heavily to mine, maneuvering me so I can feel every pulsating
inch of his desire between us and he has access to my upper body without leaning on his arms. He
pushes my dress up to my bra to expose it fully, still tasting me, then my jaw and neck, grinding against
me, igniting a switch inside that has me moaning and arching to him wantonly. Excitement going crazy
inside me as I realize I am finally getting exactly what I want, and it only intensifies the sensation.

The way our bodies are pressed together, his hardness fits tightly against me in ways that have me
writhing around as he moves against me deliberately, knowing how to get a woman ready when he has
his eye on the goal. He slides his hands under my butt, under between us to the outer edge of my lace
underwear. His mouth back on mine leaning forwards over me, flitting from my throat and cleavage to
my mouth in small bursts. My own hands roaming him, unbuttoning the very last buttons low down on
his shirt to reveal a sexy tanned torso, achingly perfect abs and that one side of tattoos and sleeve that
is as sexy as sin.

My own lips go to his throat when he leans into me again, nibbling him and tasting his skin in the way
he is tasting me. Aching to be fully naked and feel him against me in every way possible.



He slides a hand between us, along the top edge of my lace panties and pulls his face away from me,
opening his eyes to look into mine, focusing on me, nose to nose as he slides his hand lower and into
my underwear slowly. Watching me with obvious concentration and a hint of wariness as I hold my
breath in anticipation. Watching his eyes moving from mine to my mouth and back as his fingers slide
down over their target making me flinch with pleasure. My lips part with a gasp, as his warm skin
connects with me between my thighs and he circles me deliciously.

I groan as he glides his fingers up and down slowly, feeling me out, testing my responses and making
me squirm wildly. His breathing becomes more labored as his pupils dilate. He seems to watch for any
sign of rejection, seeing only my inability to withstand how good this feels as I close my eyes, bite on
my bottom lip and squirm about in sheer ecstasy at his massaging touch. His mouth finds mine again,
tongue in as he slides his fingers under the edge of the fabric and inside of me so slowly it’s almost
torture. I moan out as he penetrates me, panting, overwhelmed at how amazingly good he feels,
arching to let him have better access and pushing against him hard.

He slides inside of me fully, his thumb massaging the front of my sex as tingles, waves, and crazy
aching sensations consume me. Sensations that make me claw at his shoulders and arch underneath
him. He dips his head to my throat and kisses me, sucks gently, drives me wild with the intensity of
finger banging me into oblivion. Unable to control myself and not caring about how I am reacting; I have
never felt this crazy, yet so lost at the same time, my body yearning, crying out for more and unable to
control anything I’m doing.

His fingers are raising my body temperature and heart rate to explosive levels and the building
crescendo and fireworks are so close to erupting. I can barely hold myself together and arch crazily as
my body is gripped with need. Almost on the verge of a body ripping orgasm.

The harsh ring of his cell breaks the sudden ecstasy of the moment and completely kills my buzz as it
invades my brain and snaps my eyes open. He curses under his breath, pulling his fingers from inside



of me and starts moving around to fish his vibrating cell from his back pocket in angry agitation. He
pulls it forward, glares at it and sighs before tossing it aside. Almost automatically I spy her name on
the glowing screen and turn back to him with a frown, anger spiking stupidly inside my stomach.

It’s still ringing as he tries to come in for another kiss but something inside of me snaps, something that
has been building all evening after seeing her arrive, lying dormant under my happy fuzz since being
aware of her presence in the bowling alley. Maybe being brought to the edge of this mind-blowing
ecstasy and then halting abruptly has sent me over the edge.

I push him off and pull myself to the side, pick up the phone and red button it to reject her call, before
throwing it at the opposite chair in complete erratic rage. Cursing her under my breath for ruining this
moment for me, like she ruins fucking everything in my life. Arrick tries to pull my face back to his softly,
but I resist him, unable to look him in the eye when this much disappointment hits me hard and I’m
struggling to control Psycho Sophie from kicking out inside me.

“Baby?” He soothes, leaning in to kiss me back into submission, smoothing a little of my obvious
temper tantrum in a bid to get me back under him, but the stupid thing starts ringing again almost
immediately and this time, in my drunken stupor, I pick up my shoe and throw it at the cell phone in a
complete rage. I score a perfect bullseye and it falls to the floor with my shoe in rattling silence, unclear
if I just smashed, or killed, his cell. I really don’t care, I picture her in my head and want to assault her
with my shoe too. Stab her seriously tiny, little doe-eyed fucking face with any one of my knife edge
stilettos.

“Sophie, what the fuck?” Arrick half snaps, half laughs in disbelief, but she has completely killed the
mood and I’m being the asshole I always am when I’m hurt. Unable to go back when this inner demon
breaks free and acting like a petulant spoiled kid in meltdown.

“Screw it … screw you, and fucking screw her.” I push him back hard, so he ends up falling back
against the couch and slide myself out of his embrace. I pull myself up, pull down my dress angrily and



start stomping towards the bedroom without a backwards glance as fire consumes me for a whole
different reason. Irrational, drunk, and being an idiot, seething inside that we were so close and there
she was, like every time, popping up to ruin everything. Like a damn infernal constant black cloud on
my parade, who opens the heavens to a downpour any time she catches a tiny ray of sunshine in our
life.

“Answer your fucking phone, you know you’re going to.” I yell at him in rage, as his cell starts ringing
again, storming into his bedroom and slamming the door magnificently, so a picture falls off the wall
with a crashing thud in the room I just left. Tears blinding me and feeling like a class ‘A’ psycho for
completely overreacting. We were so goddamn close to something people take for granted as normal
every day, and like always, she goes and fucks everything up for me.

And he lets her! Every goddamn, fucking stupid, asshole, time.

Arrick opens the door seconds after me and stands there staring at me like I have completely lost the
plot. Face calm, but he has that tell-tale tense muscle and square jaw of being pissed off that makes
me want to scream at him. His shirt wide open and looking a little too inviting, even though I am in no
mood to even go back there and I ask myself why the hell I can’t go back out there and continue when
he’s looking like that, but I can hear the ringing starting again in the room behind him and it makes me
a hundred times worse. I glare at him coldly, like I hate him, even though he hasn’t actually done
anything wrong.

Like every other fucking time, I act like a completely insane, jealous psycho, and take it out on him.

“What was that?” Arrick seems mildly irritated, but I know him better and can see the suppressed anger
as he tries to keep his cool. Obviously as drunk as me and swaying on his feet a little. I guess stopping
men mid-sex makes them grumpy as hell too, as he looks pretty pissed, in his subtle but annoying way,
not his normal cool and controlled, understanding sober Arry.



Asshole.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk to you. Go away.” I wipe the start of my tears with the back of my hand,
not even sure why they started and glare past him as the phone finally stops vibrating across the
wooden floor like a massive irritation. Hating that she made me feel this way with just a bloody call.
Really starting to lose it where she is concerned; this goes beyond minor or major jealousy, she’s
getting into my head and making me crazy on new levels of insanity the longer this goes on.


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