Screw It
ADDISON
I thank my daddy’s driver for dropping me off and make my way inside the club. I normally wouldn’t go to such high-end clubs, but I’m feeling like spending a few thousand tonight. What’s the point of having a millionaire dad if I don’t spend his millions?
It’s my nineteenth today, and although I normally have very lavish parties, I decided not to do anything this time. Instead, I donated what would’ve been spent to women’s shelters and orphanages. I’m one of the few people in my circle who’s actually grateful for what I have.
I take a seat at the bar and call the bartender over.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“A strawberry daiquiri, please.”
“Coming right up.”
Normally, he’d ask for ID, but since I got in without any issues, he doesn’t really have the authority to do so, nor would he dare. Most of these workers know who I am.
The dimly lit room is a swirl of neon lights and shadowy figures, which is a stark contrast to the pristine walls of what others would call my privileged life.
I know I should stay away from here, I know I shouldn’t have threatened to fire my driver if he didn’t bring me here, but for once, just once, I want to defy the rules.
I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?
My drink arrives, and I scan the crowd. The air is thick with tension and the scent of expensive perfumes, and normally, I’d be suffocating, but for some reason, tonight I feel at ease. A thrill of excitement, if you may, a sense of danger that’s making my heart race.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Just as I take a sip of my drink, I feel a pair of eyes on me. A quick scan of the crowd again, and my eyes land on…
Oh no.
Fuck.
I’m so dead.
Piercing green eyes lock onto mine, and it is none other than Carter Russo. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I’m finding it hard to breathe while I hold his gaze. I know I should look away, probably grab my bag and run for my life while I have time to… but my body isn’t moving.
Carter Russo is the one man our entire social circle is afraid of, and also rarely speaks of. Sure, other men are afraid of my dad, my uncles, and whatnot, but Carter? There is no one above him. Tall, body sculpted by years of training and doing… stuff that I’m not allowed to know of. His hair, longer on top and shorter on the sides, seems styled, but it looks like he ran his fingers through it a couple of times.
How a fifty-eight-year-old man looks that fine yet scary, I will never understand.
He starts walking towards me, drink in hand, and I should get up, walk away, and never come back here ever again.
Instead, I stay. Give him a small smile when he sits next to me.
“Miss Scarlett”
He knows who I am? Of course, he knows who I am; he knows everyone.
“Mister Russo,” I reply, my voice steady despite the deep warning feel I have in the pit of my gut.
He takes a sip of his drink. Scotch, Bourbon?
“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
Run, Addison. Run while you have time.
“Why not?”
Shut up, Addison, shut up.
He chuckles and ignores my question while downing his drink. His hair is still mostly black, with the occasional grey strands scattered all around. The same with his stubble.
An image of that same stubble dragging along my inner thighs flashes through my mind, and I clench my thighs.
Oh god, I cannot be having dirty thoughts right now. Of Carter Russo of all people?! I might as well be thinking of the devil.
“Well… I’m here now, and I’m not planning on leaving any time soon,” I state. My heart is still pounding in my chest as I hold his gaze. His eyes flicker to my clenched thighs before returning to my eyes.
The air between us seems to thicken and make my skin tingle. I can literally feel the heat radiating from his body and his eyes, gosh, his eyes hold a depth of intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Addison,” he says, his voice reaching my very core. I can see why he’s feared by all. I can feel the power in his words, a promise of danger and excitement.
Is he flirting with me? Is this flirting? Why am I thinking like this? What has gotten into me?
All my life, I’ve lived under my father’s rules. He was strict, but he was very protective. The first time I snuck out with a boy, he made sure an NDA was signed the second he caught me, and then I never saw him again.
For once, I want to break free. And I don’t know what Carter is insinuating, but whatever it is, I’m going to play along.
Hey, it’s my birthday after all.
“I know,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, “But I’m not afraid.”
He could get rid of me this second, and I could never see the light of day ever again, but for some reason, I stand and take a step closer to him, my eyes never leaving his.
I see the surprise flicker in his eyes, the slight raise of his eyebrows, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he leans in, his voice dropping low, “You should be. You know who I am, Addison. And I’m not the kind of man you can just walk away from.”
I let out a long breath. Definitely flirting.
I feel a rush of boldness take over me. Carter is everything I want, everything I dared to dream of during lonely nights in my bed with my vibrator. An older man, who knows exactly what he’s doing and how to do it.
I’m sure my nipples are hard by the way his eyes look down at them and back up. I’m wearing a little black dress, barely covering my ass, which shows a great deal of cleavage.
I take another step forward so that I’m standing between his thighs. His big, thick thighs that look like they would make an amazing seat. I reach up, brushing my fingers against his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He’s solid, real, and I can feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric.
“You’re right,” I try to steady my voice, “But I’m not afraid of you, Carter.”
His eyes darken, and he reaches out his hand, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb against my lips. I can feel the rough calluses on his hand and the strength in his touch.
I lean into him, my eyes closing as I feel him getting closer.
“You’re playing with fire, Addison,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl.
I clutch his shirt, pulling him closer and locking my gaze onto his. “I know. I want to know what it’s like to be with a man like you.”
He doesn’t answer, but his hand moves from my cheek to my neck, choking me slightly.
“I have tattoos older than you,” he chuckles.
I shrug.
A beat passes by before I hear him mumble a “Screw it” and pull me closer, his lips crashing onto mine in a fierce kiss. I can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles as he presses against me. I open my mouth slightly, and his tongue explores, a deep, demanding kiss that sends a surge of desire through my body.
I’ve never felt more alive.
I moan, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, his hand moving from my neck to my waist, his fingers tracing the curve of my body. I can feel the heat of his touch, the promise of more to come.
He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in slow but urgent. “We should go,” he says, his voice low again, “Somewhere private.”
I nod, my heart beating a million miles per second, filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement. I take his hand, and he quickly pays his bill and mine before leading me through the crowded club. His hand tightens around mine, dragging me out of the crowd and into an empty hallway.
His grip is firm, his touch leaving a trail of heat on my skin.
Carter pushes me up against the cold, rough wall, his body pressing against mine. His lips find mine again, this time with an urgency that leaves me gasping. His tongue explores my mouth, and I moan, my hands once again reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He responds with a low growl, his hands moving from my waist to my hips, grinding me against him. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and a wave of heat washes over me.
“Can I touch you? Anywhere?”
I nod, not giving it a second thought before pulling him to my lips again.
His hands move up to my breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of my dress. I arch into his touch, my nipples hardening more at the contact. He breaks the kiss again, and the sight of his messy hair and my lipstick smudged across his lips makes me ten times wetter than I already was.
“Does your father know where you are?”
I shake my head, my hands playing with the buttons of his shirt.
“Call him. Tell him you’re spending the night at a friend’s house.”
I grab my bag off the floor, dialing his number.
“Hi sweetheart, where are you?”
I look up at Carter, biting my lip, “Daddy, I’m at Emily’s. I thought of staying over tonight. We’re going to bake and have a movie marathon.”
Daddy sighs, “Okay, sweety, her parents are home, right?”
Carter kisses my neck, and I try so hard not to make any unwanted noises.
“Mhm yep,” I manage to gasp out, “Sorry, Daddy, we were running to her cinema room. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay, Addison, be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I end the call, moaning when Carter gropes my ass and pulls me to him again.
“Good girl”
…
The doorman nods at Carter as we approach the elevator, “Mister Russo.”
He nods back while my eyes dart around the lobby, taking in the grandeur. I’ve never been to any of the Russo Hotels, mostly because there was no point and then because of, well, Carter.
I quickly sent a text to Emily on the way to cover up for me, to which she sent a million texts asking about every little thing. I muted my phone after the tenth ‘Is he someone I know?’
The elevator ride up to the penthouse is a blur of numbers and the soft hum of elevator music. Carter stands beside me, relaxed from his normal demeanor. He flashes me a small smile as the doors finally slide open.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come. It’s too late to turn back; I should probably run as far and as fast as I can.
But when the feeling of his big, rough hands pulling me to him comes back, I step into the suite, which he’s opening the door for me to.
I don’t have time to admire the room or the fact that I’m in a Russo penthouse before Carter leans in, kissing me again.
His eyes darken with desire as he trails his lips down my neck, his hands caressing my soft skin. I’m sure he can feel my heart racing beneath his touch, and my breath hitches as he leaves a trail of kisses along my collarbone.
He takes his time, exploring every inch of me, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips and my thighs. I throw my bag away and arch into him, my body responding to his touch and my skin flushing with heat.
Carter kneels before me, his tongue flicking against my stomach, his hands sliding up my legs. I shiver, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kisses the sensitive spot behind my knee. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “You’re so responsive, baby,” he says, “I could spend hours just exploring you.”
I smile, reaching down and brushing my hand against his cheek. “I’d like that,” I breathe, “I want to feel every inch of you.”
His hands move to the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slowly. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, my nipples pebbling under his gaze. He pushes the dress off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.
I stand before him in my lace bra and matching panties, which weren’t a coincidence.
Carter’s eyes darken, his gaze roaming over my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he groans, his voice filled with raw hunger. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. I gasp, my back arching into his touch.
He leans in, his lips capturing my nipple through the lace of my bra. I moan, clenching my pussy and tangling my hands in his hair as he sucks and nibbles on my nipple. He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention while his hands move down to my hips and ass, pulling me closer.
Soon enough, his hands move to my panties, pulling them down slowly. I step out of them and let him remove my bra, my heart ready to jump out of my chest as I stand before him, completely naked.
I’m standing in front of Carter Russo, completely naked.
I’ve lost my mind.
He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that sends a wave of desire through my body. “You’re mine now, Addison,” he grips my neck, “Every inch of you.”
I nod, looking up at him, “I’m yours.”
“We have all night, baby, and I intend to make the most of it.” A threat and a promise.
He moves down my body again, trailing kisses along my stomach as he kneels and looks up at me. “I want to taste you, want to feel you come on my tongue.”
I’m sure I’m dripping wet already as he seats me down on one of the couches and spreads my legs. Kissing up my calf and thighs, I smile when his stubble scratches my inner thighs.
He leans in, his tongue flicking against my clit. I gasp, my hips bucking against his touch. He groans, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me closer. He throws my leg over his shoulder as he licks and sucks, his tongue exploring every inch of me.
“That’s it, ride my tongue like the dirty little slut you are for me. Your cunt tastes so fucking sweet, I could eat this pussy for hours.”
Oh fuck, he dirty talks so good too? I can already feel the heat building inside me, the tension coiling in my body.
The sight of Carter Russo on his knees and between my legs is enough for me to come.
I move with him, my hips grinding on his face, and he groans, “You taste so good, Addison.” his voice vibrates my pussy as he gives it another slow lick. “So fucking good.”
I moan, my body tensing as the heat inside me reaches a boiling point. One more such, and I come with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me.
“Carter…”
He groans into my pussy, lapping up everything I had to offer before pulling me into a kiss again, my body still tingling from the pleasure that coursed through me.
I stand, taking him with me, “I want to see you too.”
Carter kisses me once more before his hands move to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. I unbutton his shirt and gasp at the eight-pack staring back at me, a dust of grey and black hair on his chest, and a V-line that leads down.
I watch, gulping as he removes his belt and pants, pulling his cock out of his briefs. He’s hard, thick, and long, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
I reach out, spitting on it first before wrapping my fingers around him, feeling the heat of his skin and the hardness of his flesh.
He groans, his head falling back as I stroke him. “Fuck, Addison,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a raw need that sends a surge of power through my body. “You feel so good.”
I smile, pushing him onto the bed and kneeling, using both hands to stroke him. I tighten my grip, and he reaches out, covering my hands with his and guiding my movements. I can feel the heat of his body and the tension of his muscles as he sits before me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Just before he comes, he pulls my hands away and lifts me, softly throwing me on the bed. “I need you, Addison, I need to feel you, baby.”
I spread my legs, my hips bucking, “Take me.”
He stares at my pussy, the intensity of his desire clear in his eyes.
Reaching out to the side table, he goes to grab a box, and I stop him, “I… I’m clean. And I want you in me, no barriers.”
He sighs, “I’m clean too, but I’m not about to fuck you raw.”
I grab his hands, putting them on my breasts. “Please, Carter”
He reaches down, his fingers tracing the wetness between my legs. Without a word, he positions himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against me. I can feel his heat, the hardness of his cock. He looks down at me, his eyes waning me, “Are you sure?”
I nod, holding his arm, “Yes,” my voice is clear, “Please.”
He pushes into me, his cock sliding deep inside me. I gasp, clinging onto his arms as he begins to move, his hips thrusting against mine. He’s so big, so full.
“Is this okay?” he asks with a painfully slow stroke
I slowly start to move with him, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Mhm. Faster”
Carter kisses me again as he starts pounding into me fast, his thrusts merciless and making me take it all. He throws my leg over his shoulder and lifts my torso, putting a pillow under me.
“Carter,” I moan when he spits on my clit and rubs his thumb, “Oh yes, right there.”
He hits me with a harder thrust, just to see my tits bounce.
“You like getting fucked raw, Addison?”
I moan out a yes.
“Hm? You like getting fucked by a man twice your age, baby?” he thrusts deeper, while still playing with my clit.
I open my eyes to meet his gaze. “Thrice,” I correct him, and he groans, kissing me again. I pull him closer, rubbing my hard nipples on his chest.
He keeps railing into me, his cock hitting deep parts of me that I didn’t know existed.
“What would others say, hm? If they saw the prim and proper Addison Scarlett get fucked raw.” he slows down his thrusts, but keeps them hard. “By me, of all people.”
I raise my hips to meet his thrusts. “They’d wish they were me,” I meet his gaze, “But they’re not, so…”
I’m so close, my body clinging onto him and my breath coming in short gasps. He can feel it too, and his body tenses as he thrusts into me, now both hard and fast, hitting that deep spot in me that sends another surge of pleasure through my body.
He kisses me again, this time hard and wet. “Come for me, Addison, let me feel you come on my cock.”
And that does it for me, my body tensing as waves and waves of pleasure wash over me. He licks my nipple and sucks on it slowly, adding to the lasting pleasure of my orgasm.
"That's my good girl, you come so hard for me."
His body tenses as he keeps fucking me, and with one last thrust, his cock twitches in me as he comes in me.
I flip us over so that he’s still in me, but I’m straddling him instead.
I start to ride him, slowly at first and then in deep, grinding circles that let me feel every vein and ridge of his cock stretching me open, while his mouth latches onto my nipples, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
I’m so going to send him nudes showing off all the hickeys he’s leaving on me.
Sweat is slicking our bodies, my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with each bounce. “Look at you bouncing on my dick like a needy whore. Squeeze that pussy tighter, milk my balls dry, I want to pump so much cum into you it leaks out for days,” he groans into my tits.
Fuucckkk.
I come undone again, shuddering through waves of pleasure that milk him relentlessly, our foreheads pressed together in the afterglow as his fingers trace lazy patterns over my heated skin.
“That was… incredible.”
Carter chuckles, sitting up and leaning on the headboard, taking me with him before capturing my lips in a soft, tender kiss. I melt into him, my body still not over the pleasure of my orgasm.
He grabs my ass, making me grind on him. His cock is still buried deep in me, and I sigh when he moves me back and forth slowly. “We’re not done yet, Addison,” he kisses my neck, biting down softly, “Not by a long shot.”
“I know,” I say, bringing his hands to my tits and grinding on him before starting to bounce on him slowly, “I want more.”
“We’ll be careful, but I can’t stop this,” Carter murmurs, pulling me close for another slow, deep kiss that promises more, even as the weight of my dad’s potential discovery hangs like a shadow over our tangled limbs and shared breaths.
I’ll deal with all the consequences of this tomorrow. But for now, I just need Carter. Everywhere and all over me.
