Key West by Lacey Alexander Page B

where she remained pink and open for him.
    “God, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was probably sixteen the last time that happened. But when you said what you said…” He tilted his head and grinned. “Damn, angel, you drove me over the edge.”
    “It’s okay,” she told him. “I just wish I could have, you know…made you fit.”
    He smiled. “I don’t think that’s something you can control.” He glanced down at her pussy, reaching out to cup it. “You’re starting to drip.” He looked around helplessly. “And we don’t even have a napkin.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry I got it all over you. This was, uh, not how I intended this to go.”
    She bit her lip. “ I’m not sorry. Rub it in.”
    His eyes glimmered with revived fire. “Mmm, baby.” Pressing his hand fully to her cunt, he began to gently massage his semen into her soft flesh. She looked into his eyes, letting the wet caress begin to get her hot again. “Sorry I ripped your panties,” he said, although he sounded more sexy than sorry, given his current task.
    “I loved it. I loved making you feel that urgent.”
    He laughed. “Well, like I said, none of this was what I planned.”
    “What exactly did you plan?”
    “I was thinking I’d kiss you, touch you some, just get us good and primed for later. But then you seduced me, you bad girl.”
    She only grinned. “I hate to break this to you, but you were easy.”
    Another laugh escaped him. “That I can’t deny.” Then he sighed. “But I do wish I’d managed to wait, so I could get you in a bed, and we could do this right.”
    She sighed, doubtful. “Is getting me in a bed going to make my pussy any bigger or your cock any smaller?”
    The corners of his mouth turned up in a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, angel. I have a plan.”
    She couldn’t help saying, “I hope it works better than your last plan.”
    “You’re funny,” he said, then pinched her ass and she let out a squeal, after which she clamped her hand over her mouth.
    “By the way, I think you’ve been gone for more than fifteen minutes.”
    He leaned his head back in a nod. “Luckily, Tom’s an easygoing guy, and I suspect the crowd will be even lighter than when we left.” With that, he extracted his hand from between her legs and gently pulled her skirt back down. As he pulled up his underwear and did up his shorts, she adjusted her bra back into place and worked on her buttons. “All set?” he asked.
    She reached down and plucked up her ripped panties. “What about these?”
    He took them from her hand and stuffed them in his pocket. “Just so you know, I’ll probably be on the verge of exploding again in no time just thinking about you walking around without anything under that cute little skirt.”
    “Good.”
    “Shit,” he said then.
    “What?”
    He ran his hand back through his hair. “It just hit me. I can’t believe…I forgot about a condom. Damn it, I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay—we didn’t…”
    “But we sure as hell tried to.” He looked disgusted with himself. “And I’m always so damn careful, too. “
    She grabbed his hand. “If you’re always ‘so damn careful,’ then…”
    “Then what?”
    She shrugged softly and smiled. “Then maybe we don’t have to worry. Because I’m on the pill, and I’ve only been with one guy my whole life…and believe it or not, despite recent events, I really don’t think he cheated on me on a regular basis or anything. So if you’ve always been careful up to now—I mean, if you really, really have…”
    He squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. “I really, really have.”
    She narrowed her gaze on him. “Then I trust you. And if we don’t get around to using a condom…”
    “It’ll be safe, I swear. Because I never forget.”
    She grinned. “Except tonight.”
    “Except tonight,” he confirmed with a small smile of his own.
    When he pushed the curtain back, Carrie felt like she was stepping into the