Chapter Fifteen
SOPHIE
We get an Uber and ride back to my place in silence. The space between us is charged with so much heat, I’m afraid one look at his face will have me going up in flames. My heart pounds in anticipation. If he makes a move… what will I do? A shiver runs through me at the memory of the way we danced together, and in response, his hand slides on to my bare knee.
“Cold?” His voice is slightly husky.
Before I have to answer, we pull up to the curb in front of my house. Carter rushes out of his side of the car to get to my door, and then walks me up the steps of the front porch as the driver idles on the curb.
“Just want to make sure you get inside okay,” he murmurs.
I unlock the door. It pushes open easily, and I turn to face Carter, who is looking at me intensely.
“I—” My words catch in my throat as his hand moves to cup the back of my head. He moves slowly, giving me every chance to back away.
I don’t want to. I want to give in, even if it’s just for the night.
When I don’t move, he leans down, capturing my lips with his. The kiss is nothing like the one at the Twin Rinks.
That one was urgent—desperate, even. I had gotten swept away in the intensity.
This one is slow and deliberate, claiming.
He tastes like whiskey and oranges.
Like stargazing and late-night phone calls.
Like holding hands while you watch the first snow of the year and sneaking kisses behind a lake house.
But he also tastes like jumping into the deep end.
Skydiving.
Something familiar yet new at the same time, and damn, I need to learn it all.
His tongue explores my mouth with intention, and I welcome him in, heat pooling low in my belly.
When he pulls back, both of us breathing hard, I turn my head to look at the Uber driver waiting, and wave him off. With a rev of the engine, the car drives off, and Carter and I move into the house, shutting the door behind us.
“Tom and Jordan?” he asks breathlessly
“Camping for the weekend. We have the house to ourselves.”
The door shuts, and Carter is immediately on me again, my back against the wall as both his hands cup both sides of my face. He tilts it up for better access, and I grip his shirt roughly.
“Do you want this, Angel?” His hips grind into mine.
Do I want this? Hell yes, I want this.
“I do.” My voice is husky, my breathing heavy as I hold onto his shirt for dear life.
With that, he moves his hands, putting both of them under my ass and lifting me against him as he continues to dominate my mouth. My dress rides up as I wrap my legs around him, causing my center to press directly against his stomach, my thong the only thing separating us.
“Up the stairs, last door on the left,” I groan into the kiss.
I’m so lost in the feel and taste of him that it doesn’t register that we've arrived in my room until he’s laying me gently on the bed. He briefly backs away to shuck off his pants, then continues our kiss, propping himself up on an elbow and letting his free hand roam all over my body.
Why does he feel so good? It’s not like I’ve been with a lot of guys, but it’s never like this.
His touch lights my skin on fire and I arch towards him, wishing for about a million less layers between us.
As if reading my mind, his fingers find the rolled-up hem of my dress at waist, and he moves to help me take it the rest of the way off.
I scramble to my knees on the bed and he mirrors my movements, pulling it up over my head. We’re a foot apart, staring at one another. My cheeks heat when his eyes linger on my body, his hands reaching out to run reverently over my skin. I’ve never been self-conscious of the way I look, but I’ve also never had anyone else look at me like that either. Like I’m a freaking goddess or something.
His eyes fly to mine, and he leans forward, cupping the side of my face again. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Soph. Nobody has ever compared to you.” Then he kisses me again.
Carter’s words send a pang of jealousy through me. Thoughts of him with anyone else make my stomach turn, but I can’t help but hope his words are true. Some part of me is wickedly satisfied with the idea that none of his other partners measured up.
His kisses move from my mouth down my neck. Instead of going for my breasts like I had expected, his lips move down to my shoulder. Then he holds out my arm, kissing the sensitive flesh of the inside. His mouth grazes my wrist, then the palm of my hand. Each kiss is a tease, a tiny bolt of electricity shooting straight to my clit.
By the time he repeats the process on the other side, I’m a writhing mess of need. Low whine escapes me, and Carter gently pushes me so my back is on the bed again. “Shhh. I’ll give you what you need, Angel. Let me worship you.”
And worship me he does.
His mouth licks and sucks and nibbles its way down my body, unclasping my bra and pulling off my thong. A shudder overtakes me when he runs his tongue across my stomach, and my eyes close as his hot, wet, mouth nears my pussy, but he doesn’t go there yet. Instead, he ignores the mess he’s created between my legs and works down my thighs, my calves, before finally brushing his lips over the tops of my feet. Each touch heightens the sensation until a single kiss feels like caress over my entire being.
When he’s done, he sits up briefly, removing his clothes. His body is a work of art. I knew his chest is broader than it used to be, but the fact is only made more apparent by his lack of clothing. His hard cock stands at attention, nearly making my mouth water. Now that nothing else stands between us, he crawls onto the bed and on top of me.
When my hands reach for him, he grabs them, holding them above my head.
“Tonight is about you. I’m going to worship this fucking sinful body,” he repeats in a whisper. “Let go.”
A gasp escapes me when his hand reaches down to skim across my soaking wet folds. If I thought his touch was electric before, that was nothing compared to now.
“Look at you, so wet and ready for me,” he rumbles before claiming my mouth, his fingers circling my clit. He swallows my whimpers as his pace picks up, my hips bucking up into his touch. His kisses from before have set every nerve ending on fire, and everything is impossibly more . His hand holds both of mine above my head, leaving me helpless to do anything but feel as he brings me closer to the edge.
I’m so close. So, so, close, that when his circles become smaller and he increases his pressure slightly, I erupt. Stars explode in my vision. All I feel is his body on mine as his fingers coax me through the end of my orgasm. “Fucking hell, Angel. You’re a goddamn vision when you come undone for me."
My chest rises and falls rapidly, his praise turning me on even more. He sits back and brings his fingers up to his lips. His eyes never leave mine as he sticks those two digits into his mouth and sucks my wetness off of them.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “I’ve gotta taste you, Angel.”
He moves down my body until his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue immediately licking at my core. Again, everything is heightened, and Carter presses down on my lower stomach, holding me in place while he ravages my clit with his tongue.
“Carter,” I whimper, fisting the sheets next to me and doing my best to just submit to the way he plays my body, like an instrument he’s been practicing for years. It’s like I’m on fire as he tastes me, swirling his tongue where his fingers were only moments before.
All too soon, he pulls his perfect mouth away from me, and my hips arch in protest.
“I promise I’ll taste you again later, but for now, I need to be inside you.” Biting my lip, I nod, but he falters. “I… I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
Shit. “No, but I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”
He nods. “I’ve never had sex without one, and I just had my postseason physical. They test for everything.”
“I’ve never done it without a condom either,” I admit, pulling him close to me. “Are we about to take another type of virginity from each other?”
He rumbles a laugh before kissing me again. “I guess I save all my firsts for you.”
Once he’s positioned himself at my soaking entrance, he lifts my knee before he pushes in. We both groan as he slides in to the hilt, and he stills to let me feel him. With nothing between us, I feel every single dip and ridge of his perfect dick. “Focus on the way my cock stretches you open,” he whispers in my ear, “close your eyes and only think about how we fit together so perfectly.”
I close my eyes and fixate on the slight burn that morphs into pure, intense pleasure as he moves his hips back and forth, thrusting into me at a slow, deliberate pace.
His hand touches my cheek, and my eyes flutter open. I’m staring into the eyes of my Carter. My sweet, attentive, loving Carter. I tilt my face into his touch, and his lips capture mine in an all-consuming kiss.
Our lips move together slowly, matching the pace of his thrusts as Carter rolls into me.
“Angel,” he gasps against my mouth. “Fuck, you’re gripping me tight. I can’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to,” I gasp on a cry, the sensations too much and not enough at the same time.
He sits back on his knees, pulling me with him so I’m straddling his lap, with my legs wrapped around his waist, and his palms hold me up by my ass.
A keening sound escapes me as he ups the pace, his agonizingly slow thrusts becoming almost frantic. My arms fling around his neck, holding on for dear life as he bucks up into me, his bare cock running along my sensitive walls.
“You feel so fucking good,” his voice is raspy as he breathes hard, holding me to him so tightly it’s like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, “I want to live in this perfect pussy for the rest of my life.”
His words fuel the fire growing in my body, and I’m approaching the edge of bliss as he repeatedly hits my g-spot. I can’t stop the sounds that escape me every time he buries himself completely inside me.
He presses his forehead against mine, and one hand moves from my ass to grip the back of my neck. With anyone else, the touch might feel controlling or stifling. With Carter though, I just feel safe . Grounded.
His moans and gasps are enough to send me straight over the edge and my orgasm tears me apart, starting in the very base of my stomach and stretching outward until all I feel is pleasure..
“So—phie,” he grunts as he thrusts, then slows, a low groan leaving him as he empties himself inside me. We stay there, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard, before he
I’m a goner. I’m dead—this is how I die. Death by the best sex of my life.
His dick slides out of me as he moves to lay me on the bed before getting up. Is he… leaving? Shit. It’s not like I thought we’d be together after this, but with his intensity, I thought he would at least stay to cuddle. My thoughts don’t have time to spiral any further because he disappears into the bathroom and reappears with a wet washcloth, positioning himself in between my legs.
“What are you…?” My words trail off as he stares at the cum dripping out of me, looking fascinated. With a small shake of his head, he wipes away the remains of our releases from my pussy, gentle in his touch.
With a small kiss to my mound, he tosses the washcloth into my hamper by the door, and crawls back into bed with me, settling us both under the covers.
Pulling me close and laying a gentle kiss to my forehead, I drift off to sleep. Me in his arms, and him, possibly worming his way back into my heart.