32. Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter thirty-two
Carter
The movie ends, and surprisingly, we’re both still wide awake.
I look up at him, nerves fluttering around in my stomach because I know what I’m about to ask, what I’m about to do. I want it, I know I do, it’s just been so long.
I didn’t think I was ready for something more with Nash.
Making out on the couch was amazing, and I was sure I needed time to get further.
But after going through Ryan’s things and talking to Heather, I just feel so free.
Like I’m ready to move on. Of course, moving on doesn’t mean jumping into a relationship and having sex.
I’m not saying I’m going into the bedroom to have sex with Nash, but I am ready to go in there and cuddle.
Be intimate in whatever way that looks for us—whatever way feels right.
“Do you want to go to bed?” I ask carefully.
“As long as you do.”
“I do,” I say as I get up and stretch, lifting my arms above my head. My back cracks in a few places, and when I drop my arms and look at Nash, he’s watching me like a man starved, his gaze on my stomach, where my skin was showing from my lifted shirt. I offer out my hand. “Come on then.”
His gaze drags to mine, holding it for a few seconds before taking my hand and letting me lead him to the bedroom like this is my house and he doesn’t know where to go.
I flip on the light. The light in here is just as bright as the other rooms, but the walls are painted a dark blue with hardwood floors, so it doesn’t brighten as much.
It’s comfortable, though. Perfect for sleeping and relaxing.
I like the moody vibe of it. If only there was more stuff in here, other than one dresser, two end tables, and a bed.
“I’m just going to brush my teeth,” I say, gesturing to the attached bathroom.
I’d already put my things in the bathroom when I got here, so I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face.
When I’m done, Nash takes his turn while I crawl into his king-sized bed.
The sheets are soft and cool, a few shades lighter of navy blue than the fluffy comforter on top.
The moment I pull the blankets over me, I feel myself warming up.
The bathroom light flicks off and Nash walks out shirtless. I take in the sight of him, never having such a perfect view. I swallow hard, gripping onto the blankets. Is this man really about to get into bed with me? Like that?
His shoulders are wide, arms and stomach toned. Dark hair trails along his chest and down his stomach, leading right into his sweatpants. The man is so attractive it makes me sick.
He turns the bedroom light off, and we’re basked in darkness. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark room, and that’s when he pulls the blankets back on his end and climbs in.
His body heat warms me, and I move closer to seek it out.
“You’re so warm,” I say, sliding my arm over his stomach.
“If you’re cold, I can turn the heat up.”
“I’d rather just cuddle with you.”
“Fine by me.” I hear the smile in his voice.
It takes us a moment to get comfortable and the blankets right. I cuddle up to his side with my head on his chest, while his arm is around me, holding me to him. I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy the peace that I feel right now, in this moment. Peace I didn’t think was possible.
His chest rises and falls rhythmically, the sound soft and soothing, lulling me into this perfect, calm moment.
“Is it weird having me in your bed?” I ask softly.
“Not at all.” He squeezes me a little tighter. “I like it.”
“So do I.”
I settle against him, feeling his warmth and inhaling his musky, spicy scent. It suddenly hits me that I’m lying half naked in bed with this man, and I’d already considered our options, but I’m realizing now that we’re here.
Nash has barely made a single move first, and I know, without him having to say, that it’s because of me.
He’s never treated me like I’m fragile, not like some others I know have, but he is cautious at times.
He wants me to make the decisions, be in control, and somehow, even with that, I know he wants me as badly as I want him.
There’s something in his eyes, in the way he looks at me, that tells me so. I don’t doubt it for a second.
Which is why I don’t second guess myself when I slide my hand lower on his stomach and run my fingers through the hair there.
His breath stutters. His stomach and chest freeze for just a second before he catches his breath again. Slowly, I run my finger back and forth below his belly button, at the waistband of his sweatpants.
Nash shifts, his hips lifting just slightly as his hand squeezes my side.
I’ll take that as a sign he wants me to keep going, and my dick being hard says the same thing.
I dip my fingers into the waistband, still running them back and forth, teasing him, listening to the way his breath hitches and the way he trembles.
This man, this detective who has done nothing but make me feel safe and protected, is shivering under my touch.
I’ve never felt so powerful. This is what he gives me.
For three years, I have felt so out of control, but with Nash… it’s different.
I move my hand down more, feeling the thicker hair settled around his cock.
He groans softly. “Carter…”
“Hm?” I say.
“Take what you want. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
I don’t hesitate to move my hand further down and wrap it around his erection. He’s thick and so hard it has my mouth watering and my dick aching.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re so big.”
I stroke him once, from the base all the way to his leaking tip. His hips thrust up again, body trembling as I slide my hand back down and cup his balls gently.
I find his mouth; my hand still wrapped around him. Just holding him.
“Can I taste you?” I whisper against his lips.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses.
I smile as I toss the blankets back, then move down to tug his pants off. Excitement swirls in my chest, and I almost mistake it for nerves. But there’s nothing to be nervous about here. This is Nash.
Through the dark, I can see the outline of his dick from the bit of light in the room; the moonlight coming in through the blinds.
I settle between his legs and lean down to drag my tongue up the length of him. I circle my tongue around the tip, then take him into my mouth and suck. He lets out this rumbling, husky groan that makes my dick throb.
Nash finds the back of my head, holding but not pushing.
I taste him, let myself get used to having something so big in my mouth, and then I see how far I can take him.
He’s big, and my jaw aches. He tastes of the soap he washed with in the shower earlier and a hint of something that’s just him.
I go deeper and deeper, listening to the sounds he makes and the way he grasps my head gently but firmly.
“Carter, that feels so good.”
I take my time, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth and the way he shows me that it’s good without having to say it with words.
“Can I touch you? Please?” he asks. No, he begs. His voice has a lilt to it, almost a whine that has me dizzy.
I release him. “How do you want me?”
“However you’ll let me have you.”
I lift my shirt over my head and toss it away.
Nash sits up straight, reaching for my pants and tugging them down while he leans in to lick along my ribs and around my nipple. I moan, finding his head and holding on as he moves along to the other side, sucking and nipping at my skin.
His large hand wraps around my dick. I suck in a breath as my body heats from the inside out. It’s been so long since someone has touched me, since I’ve had any interest in even touching myself. But everything about this is perfect.
He strokes me slowly, more like he’s feeling me than it being for pleasure. His tongue moves upward, until he’s at my neck where he licks and sucks at the skin. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, my nipples peaking. I brace myself with my hands on his shoulders because now I’m the one who’s shaking.
“Lie down,” he whispers.
I do as he says, lying down right beside him.
He gets up, takes my pants off the rest of the way, and now he’s hovered over me with his mouth on mine.
I grab his hip, pulling him down on top of me so I can feel the weight of him, the size of him, how hard he is—while he kisses me passionately.
I thrust up, needing friction, needing more of what I’m feeling right this second because it’s just been so damn long since I’ve felt like this and I want every bit of it I can get.
“Yes, keep doing that. Fuck, that feels so good,” I say, holding on to him tighter.
Nash groans as he grinds against me, our dicks mashed together between us. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels in so he’ll go even harder. I want all of what he’s willing to give me.
“More. Harder,” I breathe out, scratching at his back.
Nash complies, doing exactly as I say.
“I’m close,” I tell him. “You’re going to make me come.”
He makes a growling sound and keeps up his movements.
“Fuck, Nash—”
“Come for me, Carter,” he whispers. “Let go.”
Stars burst behind my eyes as the orgasm hits, my body like lava as the pleasure rolls through every inch of me. Hot cum spills between us, over and over, going on for what feels like forever.
Nash grunts, his body stiffening as his orgasm follows, making more of a mess between us. It’s one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had.
He stills above me, breathing hard, his body shivering. I run my hands through his hair, before cupping his cheeks. We stare at each other, something intense passing between us.
I don’t regret this. I was worried I would, but I don’t. I loved it.
Nash leans down to kiss me, his lips warm, breathing heavy. “Let’s go shower.”
I huff a laugh. “But I don’t want to move,” I complain.
Nash smiles. “Neither do I, but, uh… we’re very messy.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You want to sleep covered in our cum?”
I laugh. “No, but hearing you say cum is really hot.”
He smirks. “Then let’s go in the shower and wash this cum off of us.”
He moves to get up, but I grab his arm and pull him back down because I need to kiss him again. And again. And again. And again.