14. Doomsday #2
“Hey.” He sweeps my cheekbone, drawing my gaze to his. “Where’d you go? Kinda disappeared on me there.” Warm lips slide along my jaw until he buries his face in my hair. “And why the fuck do you always smell so good? Like banana bread, freshly baked. I wanna devour you.”
Desire takes flight like butterflies in my stomach, and a heavy ache thuds between my thighs.
“The only problem is I don’t know where to start. I wanna be everywhere, all at once. Like…” He skims a hand down my neck, fingertips ghosting over my breast, my skin erupting with goose bumps when he drags his thumb over my nipple. “Here.”
My lips part with a shaky exhale when his face dips, and he looks me in the eye as his tongue flicks over my nipple.
“But I also wanna be…” Carter trails off, just like his lips and the slow, torturous path they’re taking down my stomach, where he kisses around my belly button. “Here.”
Anticipation shakes every bit of me, wrecking my nerves, and a moan gurgles in my throat as his mouth follows his leisurely path down my body.
He pauses to suck on my hip bone, staining my skin with his mark, before he lifts my leg, alternating between the wet slide of his tongue and the touch of his lips as he glides up.
“And here,” he whispers, finishing at the juncture of my thigh.
“And fuck.” It’s a breathy, crackling exhale, one that washes right over my center, and I can’t breathe, “Here, Olivia? Here’s where I wanna be most.”
My head falls back, mouth opening on a moan as he presses his tongue flat to my core and licks one languid stroke right up to the top.
The tip of his tongue swirls around my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.
My fingers plow through his silky waves as he tosses my legs over his shoulders, buries his face between my legs, and does what he promised: fucking devours me.
The way he eats me is nothing short of ferocious, a meal when he hasn’t eaten in days, hot lashes of his tongue paired with searing, sucking kisses as I hold him to me and grind my pelvis into his face.
“Fuck,” I moan, a fiery heat blazing up my body. My back arches and I gasp as he thrusts two fingers inside me. “Carter, I-I…I can’t.”
“You can.”
He’s relentless, a savage intent on showing no mercy, his chest vibrating with approval as he watches me climb higher, and when he throws me over the edge, I clap a hand across my mouth to stifle my cry.
Carter tears my hand away, pinning my wrists on either side of my head as he looms over me. “Slap that hand back there again and I’ll tie both of them to the bedpost. I wanna hear you scream my name when you come with me inside you. Got it?”
Words have escaped me, so I nod rapidly.
Carter grins, crawling up my body. He hooks a finger under my chin. “No sassy comebacks, Ol? Did I break you?”
Closing my eyes, I pull in a deep breath and let it go. I kiss his lips, then follow his rugged jawline to his ear. “You haven’t broken me yet, but I’m hoping if I’m a good girl, you will soon.”
His gaze darkens. “Fuck, I wanna give you whatever you want.”
I brush my lips against his. “Wreck me, Carter.”
Our mouths collide in a frenzy, scraping teeth, sliding tongues, bruising touches.
I shove him down to the mattress and straddle his hips, because I need a minute to properly admire the masterpiece that is his body.
He’s broad and firm, solid, corded muscles that ripple beneath his golden skin.
I trail the tip of my finger down the etched path in his torso, around each ab, swirling around his belly button before following the path of soft chestnut curls that disappears below the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur.
“Me?” He runs his palms over my thighs and grips my waist. There’s something in his gaze, something obscure and yet so open, so vulnerable, like he wants me to see it but doesn’t know how to show me.
The callused pad of his thumb runs across my lip, his gaze watching the movement before flipping back up to mine. “You’re fucking immaculate, Ollie.”
A heavy, swift drumming in my chest makes everything tight, and my throat constricts as fear grabs hold once again.
I don’t know what I’m doing here, why I’m giving myself up.
If it weren’t for sheer desire to let go and feel the weight of his need for me, mixed with the drinks we’ve consumed that’s lowered both our inhibitions, I might hit pause.
We need to talk, but when all I can see is his body below mine and that heady look in his eyes, I don’t remember how to communicate.
“Hey,” he whispers. “What’s wrong? You wanna stop, we’ll stop. I’ll snuggle the shit outta you and we can watch a movie. I’m cool with that.” There’s nothing in his expression that hints at his duplicity, though the heat of his body gives way to how much he hopes I won’t ask him to stop.
He cups my jaw, and when our eyes connect, I blurt out, “I’ve only had sex with two people.” And because I can’t stop talking, I add, “I only sleep with people I care about.”
I feel so exposed under the weight of his assessment. Not knowing what he’s thinking only makes me more edgy.
“I’m sorry that I can’t say the same,” he finally says. “But I can tell you honestly if I only had sex with people I cared about, I’d be losing my virginity tonight at the age of twenty-seven.”
Surely, that can’t be right. There’s no way I’m the only person he’s ever—
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.
Never, Ollie. I just want you to consider…
consider giving me a shot. Consider me. That’s all I want, Ol.
A chance with you.” A gentle kiss sweeps across my knuckles.
“We can talk more about it in the morning.” He lifts me off of him and pulls me into his embrace, covering us with the blankets and stuffing his face in the crook of my neck as he murmurs, “Banana bread.”
“Carter.” I’m so lost, which is not at all what I want to be when I’m this turned on. “What are you doing?”
“Snuggling you.” Clearly, and he’s doing it well. I’m surprised; I’m pretty sure it’s his first time. “I’ve never been a snuggler before.” There we go . “I think I’m fucking fantastic at it.” And hello, arrogance.
“You’re doing impressively well. But what are you doing ?” And why isn’t his stormtrooper invading my territory right now? Judging by the way it’s poking at my backside, I’d say it’s pretty eager to be inside me, about as eager as I am at the prospect of it.
“Stop…stopping?” His hesitation has me biting back a smile. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“When did I ever ask you to stop?”
“You said…I…well, I guess you…didn’t.”
My hand lands on his collarbone, pushing him back as I crawl over him. I grind myself against him, enjoying his guttural groan and the rough way he grips me. I shift back enough to show him the wet spot I’ve left on his gray boxers, right where he’s straining for freedom.
“You said you wanted to hear me scream your name when I come. Are you going to make me or not? If you’re not up for the challenge, I can take care of myself.”
With a growl, Carter flips me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress. His face dips, teeth grazing the columns of my throat. “Mouthy girl,” he murmurs. “You wanna be wrecked, do you? I can make sure you don’t walk out of here if that’s what you really want.”
“Prove it.”
I’m on my hands and knees before I can comprehend how I got there, and Carter’s palm lands swiftly against my ass, a burst of pain and pleasure rushing through me, pooling between my legs.
“Jesus Christ, this pussy.” He climbs off the bed and pulls me to the edge.
I hear his underwear hit the ground, but all I feel is the plunge of his fingers as I go shooting forward with a gasp, clawing at the sheets.
He pulls out, leaving a trail of wetness along my hip when he flips me to my back.
All coherent thoughts promptly exit my brain at the sight of him standing there completely naked, fisting his cock in his hand.
“Holy shit.” I’m not sure wrecked is the right word for what Carter’s going to do to me.
Totally destroy, yes. Obliterate, I think so.
He’s so smug as he watches me, that self-assured, crooked smile painted on his face as he watches my eyes grow.
When he starts stalking toward me, thick, muscular thighs flexing with each step, I try to swallow my whole damn tongue.
I crawl backward when his knees hit the mattress and he starts slinking toward me, that thing dangling between his legs, dragging across the bedding.
Aside from the wild beat of my heart, the only other thing I can hear is the slowness with which it slithers across the bed, alerting me to my impending doom.
“I-I…” For the love of all God, what the hell am I trying to say?
I give up on words, instead spreading my arms out, palms facing each other, before I make a tiny O with my pointer finger and thumb.
My head wags furiously and my shrug is nothing short of both innocent and sincerely concerned. “It’s not gonna fit.”
Carter’s chuckle is way too ominous for my liking, and I’m still doing the crab walk.
My hand slips and I start tumbling over the edge of the bed, legs in the air.
He catches me before I can do any damage that might potentially and prematurely end this trip to heaven/hell that I’m so looking forward to, even though Carter’s packing a goddamn missile that’s going to blow my vagina to smithereens.
Taking hold of my ankles, he drags me beneath him, and a pulse blooms in my lower belly as he stares down at me, his cock brushing against my swollen clit. He palms my hip and drops his pelvis, a slow grind that draws all the air from my lungs.
With a fistful of my hair, he brings my face to his. His mouth covers mine, the hot lash of his tongue doing nothing to ease the apprehension his next promise brings. “We’re gonna make it fit.”