Malik (Carter Brother Series Book 1) (22 page)

Malik groans, his hips moving back before he slowly thrusts himself inside me again.

We start off slow, my movements timid and hesitant. I’m unsure what to do, I feel like I’m doing something wrong, so I lay still for a few seconds, feeling what Malik is doing to my body, his thrusts now sending a different sensation than the sting I felt before. It feels better now, the sting only slightly there.

Once I feel confident I picked up a rhythm do I start moving my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. The loud moan that leaves his mouth has me grinning, and my mouth slamming against his in a hot and hungry kiss. I block out the slight sting and concentrate on the how good it feels every time he slams himself inside me. His movements become quicker, more frantic, and my belly tightens, my mouth agape and my breathing hard. My nails dig into his shoulders, probably drawing blood.

Everything around me blurs, my mind is blank and free of thought as he drives me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Please,’’ I beg, needing something, needing him to move faster, harder inside me. “Harder,’’ I gasp.

“Fuck Harlow!’’ he growls, his body moving faster and harder, his erection slamming inside me, my stomach tingling and my body trembling with excitement.

His mouth closes around one of my erect nipples, his teeth lightly scraping across it, bringing a new sensation altogether while his fingers play with my other nipple. It has me feeling like I’m having an out of body experience, I feel powerful, my whole body trembling and rigid, a loud cry leaving my mouth and my head arching towards Malik. My orgasm tears through me like a tidal wave. My whole body shudders, my sex throbbing hard as my orgasm starts to fade off.

Malik’s breathing becomes ragged, and once I can, I open my eyes to stare at the most intense dark eyes I’ve ever laid eyes upon. Sweat lines his forehead and chest as he keeps up his pace, his movements becoming more intense. When his eyes close and he throws his head back releasing a loud moan I’m completely mesmerized. In that moment he looks more beautiful, rawer, like I’m seeing another side to him and I know, that no matter what, I’ll never get enough of this boy.

I love him.

I think.

And that scares me.

Both of us take a shower, taking the time to pay attention to each other’s body. My excuse? I was just making sure he was clean. Neither of us has been able to keep our hands to ourselves, always finding a way to touch each other. Even eating the bags of goodies I bought from the off-licence earlier, we managed to turn it into something sexual by feeding one another. It ended up with us exploring each other’s body again, Malik letting me take some control in coming acquainted as such with his man parts. To say I enjoy his body would be putting it mildly.

We spend the rest of the night cuddling, talking, kissing, and when we finally did fall asleep, Malik woke me up hours later with his hands driving me wild.

Sunday rolled around quickly and instead of spending the day with the rest of the Carter family, Malik and I decided to spend the day in bed watching films and talking about our pasts.

There are things about Malik that I never knew before, like how he’s undecided on what he wants to do in college. He tells me about how conflicted he is in choosing between becoming a mechanic and an architect. The mechanic choice would have been my first guess as his career choice, but becoming an architect isn’t something I would have thought Malik to want to be involved in.

We even discussed his side job. Apparently a friend of his Granddads had been talking about decorating his granddaughters bedroom in a princess theme. He had mentioned trying with princess themed wallpaper but it just peeled off, so they ditched the idea. Malik overheard and offered to paint the bedroom, painting the princesses and other things girly around the room, for little money as long as the bloke provided the paint. He showed me a couple of pictures of his work on his Facebook page that people had tagged him in. They all looked amazing. My favourite had to be
The Little Mermaid
room. It looked spectacular, like you were really under the sea.

He has spoken more about his past, his dad, and his mom, but nothing too dark, not what I know is troubling him inside that head of his. I see the darkness, the anger and resentment in his eyes, more so when he stares off into space. I want to be able to help him like he’s helped me. Not that he’d ever know how much he’s helped me the past few months. Not just him either, everyone has made me feel welcome and loved, well, almost everyone.

Although I’m eager for Malik to talk to me, I also don’t want to put a gloom and doom stamp on our relationship. So, I’m going to give him time. It’s not like he pushes me to tell him about my parent’s death, he just let me tell him what I’m ready for him to know.

The weekend passed by in a blur, and I’ve not been able to keep the silly grin from off my face. Malik stayed over again on Sunday night to keep me company. And I’m thankful that he did because I woke up the early hours of the morning screaming from my latest nightmare. Had Malik not been there to soothe me and to keep my mind from off it, I would have been in a gloomy mood all day.

Heading to my last lesson of the day in a daydream about Malik and his hands, I’m grinning like a big fool. It’ why I don’t see Davis until the last second. When I go to move around him, he follows, blocking my path. Growling in frustration I try to move past him, pissed at him for ruining my good mood.

“Get out of my way Craig,’’ I snap, knowing I hit a nerve using his first name when he gives me a hard look.

“You may be getting fucking cocky now Evans, but the Carter boys won’t always be around to protect you. Be careful what you say to me.’’

“Or what?’’ I challenge, feeling brave all of a sudden.

“Oh princess, you really don’t want to know that.’’ He leers at me with his hardened, cold eyes before giving my body the once over, making me feel uncomfortable. When his eyes reach mine he gives me a cruel smirk knowing he’s gotten to me, “You know Harlow, I reckon after a good fucking you will finally lose that stick you’ve got shoved up your ass.’’

“I’ve got a stick up my ass because I don’t like you? What did I ever do to you Craig for you to be so fucking vile?’’ I ask, wanting an honest answer, but knowing he’ll never give me one.

He laughs maliciously giving me the creeps, “Harlow, you have no idea,’’ he sneers before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

Ignoring his snippy comments and threats I make my way into the locker room, grabbing my P.E. kit from my bag. Once changed, I put my stuff on my peg and make my way outside, knowing I’m five minutes late and that everyone is already out there.

By the time gym ends, I’m a sweaty mess. Mrs. Priest made me run an extra five laps, one for every minute I was late. Then she made me help put away all the gym equipment as punishment. I did try to explain why; she just didn’t want to hear it.

“I don’t need to hear your excuses Harlow. Now go get changed and go home,’’ she snaps, turning her back to me.

“Do any of you listen?’’ I mumble under my breath as I make my way to the locker room.

Only half of the teachers in this school act like they want to be here and actually teach us, the other half act like they got sentenced to death and forced to get their teaching degree. They never listen when you’re trying to speak; they automatically presume you’re smarting back to them. Then there’s the teachers who treat you like you murdered someone in front of them and look at you like shit. Mrs. Priest is one of them, so is my geography teacher Mr Haynes. They are the two teachers I hate being around. It’s like they hate sorting out conflict or love seeing the weak tortured and bullied.

Angry that I let another teacher walk all over me, I storm to my peg picking up my towel and bag before storming off into the showers.

As P.E. is at the end of the day I usually don’t bother showering until I get home. I’m just glad it’s not like my old school where it was just one long shower where we had to stand side by side to each other. Here, they have had cubicles built in giving us girls some well-deserved privacy.

A noise startles me making me nearly slip on the tiled floor of the shower. Not wanting to be here any longer I switch the water off.

Wrapping the towel around my body, I look down at my bag confused. Each lesson I always fold my school uniform up and place it in my school bag knowing if I put it in my P.E. bag it will end up stinking of sweaty feet, but it’s not there. Frustrated, I open the shower cubicle looking out to make sure no one is around. Yes, I’m in a towel, but I’m still self-conscious about my body, plus, a cleaning lady or one of the Janitors could walk in.

“Crap!’’ I yell, holding the towel tighter when I notice my dirty P.E. kit missing. My eyes water, but I don’t let them fall. I can’t let people keep getting to me like this. They took my clothes, so what? I’ll find another way.

Grabbing my bag I fish for my phone that I keep in my secret pocket so teachers won’t confiscate it and press call when I get to Malik’s name.

“Babe, where are you?’’ he asks, not bothering to greet me with ‘hello’. I can hear kids in the background laughing and shouting and I start to feel nervous. I don’t want them knowing what’s happened. It would be all over school before you can ask who did it.

“Where are you?’’ I ask quietly.

“Outside on the field, the lads have just finished football practice, why?’’

“Um... I... I have a problem,’’ my voice cracking slightly at the end.

“Where are you?’’

“In the changing rooms, but I.... Malik... I need you to get me some clothes.’’

“Why, where are yours?’’ He sounds calm when he asks, but I can hear the bite to it. He’s pissed.

“They’ve taken them,’’ I tell him feeling defeated.

“What the fuck?’’ he asks deadly quiet.

“And my P.E. kit when I was in the shower,’’ I finish, tears falling from my eyes.

“I’m going to fucking kill whoever did this. I’ll be there in a minute, babe. I’ll grab my P.E. kit, that’s all I’ve got left here.’’

“Thank you,’’ I whisper, not caring what he brings as long as I don’t have to walk out of here only wearing a small towel.

Ten minutes later a knock on the changing room door startles me. Not wanting to go and answer, I don’t bother calling out. I’m in a flimsy towel for Christ sake and it could be anyone standing out there, so I stay huddled in the shower cubicle, feeling the safety behind the locked door.

“Harlow?’’ Malik calls a few seconds after I hear the door creak open.

“In here,’’ I tell him, opening the door a little to peek out.

“Sorry I took so long, Babe, I bumped into Denny. I told her what happened and she gave me this to give you. She said it’s what she had left in her locker from drama club last week or something. She also said there’s a new pair of knickers in there, but no bra.’’

“What the hell is she doing with this many clothes?’’ I chuckle, wiping my eyes. “And why clean knickers?’’

“She actually answered that one for me when I looked at her funny,’’ he laughs. “She said you never know when Aunt Flow is in town,’’ he shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Good God that girl is organised.’’

I’m thankful though. Quickly looking through the bag, she has dresses, a pair of leggings and a few other girly clothes and shoes. The only thing that I know will fit me in there is the summer dress because Denny is two sizes smaller than me. I’m bigger in the boob and ass area, where as she is a natural beauty all over.

“Looks like it’s this dress,’’ I show him praying it’s still warmer outside.

The past few weeks it’s starting to warm up more, but with British weather you can never be too sure. Knowing our luck it could snow in the middle of July. That’s how unpredictable our weather can be, no joke.

“She’s given me her cardigan too; I left it outside on the bench with my bags. Sorry,’’ he says hoarsely.

The tone in his voice has me looking up at him. He’s looking down at me with an expression I’ve come accustomed with the past few days. It has me stepping back, my back bumping into the shower cubicle.

“Oh, no, you don’t,’’ I grin, when he takes a step towards me, bringing him closer.

“Oh yes I do,’’ he whispers huskily, his eyes raking over my body slowly, obviously enjoying the view. It doesn’t make me feel creepy like it did earlier when Davis did it. With Malik it does something totally different to my body. A feeling I’ve come to love and long to feel for the rest of my life.

“Malik we’re at school,’’ I hiss quietly, trying to ignore the wetness pooling between my legs. Since I lost my virginity a few days ago I haven’t been able to get enough of him. Before, he turned me on, but now, he has me panting like I’m about to have a heart attack.

“Exactly, just think of how much more exciting it will be,’’ he whispers, his lips a breath away from mine.

My body hums to life, my sex soaking wet for him and craving his touch. When his lips first touch mine I can’t help the moan that escapes. He groans into my mouth, his kiss turning more heated as I cling to his school shirt. I’m at war with myself, I’m fearful we’re going to get caught, yet I couldn’t care less as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing. My hormones are all over the place, I can never get enough of him.

Within seconds my towel is dropped in a puddle on the floor and Malik is loosening his trouser pants. We haven’t yet tried it in this position which excites me and makes me nervous. He’s made me feel comfortable with everything we’ve done; always checking to make sure he’s not hurting me.

I’m around his body within seconds with his hands palming my ass and my arms around his neck. I don’t waste any time in placing kisses along his neck before making my way back up to his hard, square jaw, to his luscious plump red lips. The kiss becomes urgent, and before I know what’s happening his trousers are down to his knees along with his boxers and he’s slamming me against the shower cubicle wall.

With one easy fluid motion he’s inside me. My head falls back against the wall as I let out a loud moan, my walls clenching around his erection, the sensation making us both moan.

He eases me up and down effortlessly onto his erection. The angle has him driving into me deeper than ever before, making me cry out with pleasure. I don’t want him to stop. Ever!

My cries echo around the deserted changing room along with Malik’s groaning and grunting.

His pace picks up; his hips driving harder into me, hitting that spot that makes me feel wild. My lower belly is tightening, tingles spreading all over me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as my mind spins out of control. My cries are louder than they’ve ever been and before I know it, my orgasm tears through my body leaving me weak and limp in his arms. My walls clenching around him has him groaning through his own orgasm, shoving his head into my neck and biting at my shoulder.

“Wow! We need to have quickies more often,’’ I grin once I get my breath back.

Malik looks up at me grinning with a sparkle in his eyes. I’m about to open my mouth and ask him ‘what’ when he tilts his pelvis into me, the pressure of it making me moan once more.

“I can’t take anymore. Give me five minutes,’’ I wink, but the tiredness and breathlessness can be heard clearly.

“Come on; let’s get you dressed so we’re not late for dinner. Your Nan is cooking over at our place tonight. Granddad mentioned it to me this morning.’’

“Why do you do that?’’

“Do what?’’ He asks confused.

“Call her Nan when I call her Gram’s?’’

“Oh, I guess Gram’s sounds too old for her. She’s too... I don’t know... I can’t explain it.’’

“Are you trying to say my Gram’s is down with the kids,’’ I deadpan giggling.

“Yeah,’’ he laughs. “She could definitely give us a run for our money.’’

“That she could,’’ I giggle, loving how much he cares for my Gram’s.

**** **** **** **** ****

The next day, I wake up early with a huge grin on my face. After dinner last night Malik and I came back here to watch a movie whilst Gram’s helped Mark clean up the dishes. We managed to choose a movie to watch, but it never got played because as soon as we finished arguing over what film to watch we were on each other.

Even after having sex only a few hours before, my body came to life, begging to be touched by him. Never have I imagined feeling this way. My friends in my old school would always complain about sex with their boyfriends, saying they felt like it had become a chore or that it was boring. The way Malik makes me feel it has me wondering if they were doing it right. I know I shouldn’t think like that, but with each time Malik makes love to me it only gets better and better. I’m becoming more confident in myself too. Like last night he taught me how to go down on him, telling me what he likes. It was such a turn on. The only thing I disliked was the taste of the pre-cum. He never came in my mouth which I’m thankful for, I don’t think I’d like the taste or something I’d come to like either. However, the actual act itself was a huge turn on for me.

After I finish off getting ready I make my way downstairs to Gram’s. She’s in the kitchen waiting for me with a fresh steaming cup of tea. She knows I hate eating breakfast, so she’s stopped trying to force me. My parents always let me take fruit or a cereal bar to school, so I could eat breakfast when I was ready.

“Morning Gram’s,’’ I greet in a chirpy voice.

“You really don’t get being a morning person off our side of the family,’’ she groans before yawning.

“Oh Gram’s, cheer up, it’s going to be a beautiful day. Look how sunny it is.’’

“You’re too cute to even moan at dear. I swear I used to have to drag your mother out of bed when she went to school. She’d kick up such a stink. Then on weekends she’d sleep in until one sleeping half of the day away,’’ she says shaking her head.