Garden of Sins

15. A Carter fuck

Carter

Alayna is in my garage and I won’t let her escape so quickly.

It was so easy to play Caden for her even if I had to hold her hand. I hate that shit. And I had to be gentle and do shit I never do.

Now she’s standing next to me. Her hand is in mine again and her wide, astonished eyes wander over the couple groping wildly in the corner and to the people on my couch shoving pills in each other’s mouths and drinking alcohol. A few laugh, but most are simply high and out of it. A few bitches are dancing. My dim lighting is blue and shines over their bodies. Somewhere, I saw one ru

Get used to it, Alayna.

Caden will probably come back soon and he will freak out when he finds his bed empty. He didn’t give me permission to play the Caden game, but I knew he was gone and she was just lying up there. I could have her so easily, such easy prey. Who would be stupid enough to leave her behind and vulnerable to attack? Who wouldn’t grab and devour her?

“Wow!” she remarks with wide eyes. The dress clings to her curvy body like a second skin. I love her body. Honestly, it’s top-notch.

Her gaze wanders over the fifty or so people who are here. Some are in front of the garage, but nobody is allowed upstairs. That’s my fucking fuck area.

I love that Alayna is here.

Everyone thinks I’m Caden because I wear white. That’s his color. They further support my deception by greeting me by his name. People are so easy to manipulate and most even want to be manipulated. They only see what they want to see.

“And where is Carter?” she asks somewhat worried.

“Oh, he’s probably off somewhere fucking some chick, as usual.” I wave it off.

I pull Alayna by the hand to the sitting area and shove the guy who is sitting on my beanbag onto the floor. He says nothing, after all, he is not tired of life.

I drop into it. Normally, I would place Alayna on the floor, right in front of me, like a little dog, but I am Caden, so I pull her onto my lap, although there are never women there. I don’t like them on my lap when they’re not fucking me.

Alayna sits sideways across me, her ass pressing against my cock. She tightly clenches her naked legs together because the dress is so short. If I was truly Caden, I would push them apart now so that everyone could see under the dress because that’s what he usually does with his women. But with her everything is different, isn’t it? With her, he shows a concerned side. Maybe that’s why I love to fuck with him a bit more in that respect.

But I am me and in this respect, I will always be me, so her legs better stay together before I have to hurt her. When I touch her, it’s one thing, but no one else should even look at her since she’s my brother’s girlfriend.

I put one hand on her knee and draw lazy circles over it with my fingertips. Alayna’s astonished gaze continues to roam over the fucked up people and my garage.

I have wanted to fuck her since I saw her this afternoon.

She turns her face in my direction. I remove the finished joint I rolled earlier from behind my ear and light it. The dense smoke pours into her face and I turn my head to the side because Caden doesn’t do that.

People are gradually getting more stoned and spi

Alayna squirms on my lap because watching the others soar probably turns her on. Watching it can turn you on.

Then she puts one hand on my collarbone and looks at me with expectant eyes. “Don’t you want to share, Caden?” Her voice is hoarse and she bites her full lower lip. I hold the joint to her mouth and let her take a hit. She looks me in the eyes. I love it when she has something between her lips and sucks on it.

As Alayna exhales the smoke, it comes out of her open mouth and nose. I have never seen anything so hot and I have seen some hot things. Sighing, she turns on my lap so that her back is against my chest and rests the back of her head against my shoulder. Fuck, I’d love to just unzip my pants and shove it into her.

Obviously, she wants to do that too because she’s moving again. I put one arm around her waist, my hand pressed against her lower belly, and smoke over her shoulder. She lets the music flow through her as she relaxes against me.

I press my hand against her pelvis and stop her from moving any further because I know that it turns her on even more and because I don’t want to come in my fucking pants. Alayna turns her head towards me and stretches her lips towards mine. I give her another hit instead of kissing her like she wants because I want her fully loaded, to lose control. I also want her extremely high so she doesn’t feel anything.

Finally, I pull a transparent bag out of my pocket and she watches wide-eyed as I sprinkle coke on the skin between my thumb and index finger. Just a little, I don’t want her to freak out her first time. Yeah, it is with me. Yeah, Caden told me not to give her drugs. And, yeah, fuck him.

Alayna looks me in the eye. Insecure. Questioning. Astonished. She’s never done it before — I know that from Caden. The strongest thing was grass and now and then, a cigarette or alcohol, but never anything chemical.

I hold out the hand with the coke on it to her. She hesitates for a moment and with the other hand, I brush the hair off her shoulder, as Caden always does, and slide through her strands.

“It’s not so strong,” I murmur to her. “Trust me.” I brush through her hair with my nose.

I like it.

I love the dark.

I love to fuck up. And I love to fuck up women who get involved with me.

Alayna covers one side of her nose, bends over, and inhales.

All of it.

I nod appreciatively. I didn’t expect it, but she seems to trust Caden implicitly. So sweet.

Then she contorts her face. A sneeze shoots from her lips that sounds so cute, I almost puke. With two fingers, she rubs her nostrils and gives me a pained look because the shit burns her nose.

That is step one. Step two is deafness.

I raise one eyebrow as Alayna puts her little finger on my chin and runs over the stubble on my jaw. Her eyes follow her movement. Then she looks into my eyes again…for a very long time. Inquiring. In case of doubt, it was the drugs when she started imagining things again. I notice she’s already thinking about getting fucked up again.

She bends over with my chin still between her fingers and kisses me.

I know what she’s doing. She still remembers the pool thing and is testing me. But I only kiss her like I do when I want her to become insecure. Now, I don’t want that, so I kiss her like Caden. I have seen it happen often enough and I know exactly what he does. I move one hand into her hair, the other, the one holding the smoking joint, I place on her ass and stretch my head toward her.

I try not to bite her lip.

I try not to kiss her too hard.

I try not to pull her hair.

I try not to grab her by the neck and push her upward to get her hands off me because they are still on my face and ru