33. Trust Exercises
CARTER
“Do I look like a raccoon?”
“A cute raccoon.” I wipe the remnant of her mascara from beneath her eyes as she giggles softly. “There. No more raccoon, just my beautiful girl.”
Olivia sniffles, a sweet smile on her lips. “You’re so patient with me, Carter. Thank you for helping me work through this.”
“Always, Ollie. Together.”
She slips her hands around my neck and presses her lips to mine, coaxing my mouth open.
The sweep of her tongue is tentative, like she’s testing the waters, and I grab her hips, bodies fusing together as I rock her on top of me, letting her know there’s no hesitation here.
I want her now, the same way I’ve always wanted her, so I take the control I crave, giving her what she needs until we’re nothing but lashing tongues, rough hands, and searing touches.
I lift her shirt over her head and slip one lacy bra strap off her shoulder, littering the skin there with kisses, dotting it with tiny, purple marks as I suck on her and ditch the bra altogether.
Setting her on her feet, I drop to my knees and shimmy her jeans off her hips, down her smooth legs.
My thumb teases the edge of her panties, and she sinks her fingers into my hair, her back hitting the wall when I shift the satin and my lips meet the pool of warmth between her thighs.
Her exhale is a breath of raw desire and need that fuels my tongue as it dips inside her, and I groan as the sweet taste of her fills my mouth.
My name leaves Olivia’s mouth as she tugs on my hair, my shoulders, trying to guide me to her. When I don’t come, her fingers wrap around my tie and pull, drawing me up to my feet, and I pin her to the wall with my hips. With a fistful of her hair, I yank her head to the side and devour her neck.
Olivia’s fingers tighten around my tie, hauling me closer, and our chests heave together as I bracket her jaw in my hand, our lips a breath apart.
“Want to have some fun?” she asks on a raspy breath.
My gaze dips to the midnight blue tie in her fist then flips back up. Fuck me , what the hell is going through her mind right now? Surely it can’t be what I’m thinking, watching her wind that thing around her knuckles like she wants to…use it.
But then she lifts a brow, and I grin. “Trust exercises?”
Her teeth tug on her bottom lip, lashes batting, and I’m already pulling the tie free, watching the silk slip between her fingers.
“How do you want to trust me tonight?”
Something mischievous dances in her dark eyes. “Blindly.”
Fucking shit, I’m dead. Gone, deceased, six feet under. What the fucking fuck? Is this the result of her reading smutty books? Because o-fucking-kay, I’ll buy her the whole damn romance section and turn a room into a library for her.
“Are you sure?” Because I’m kinda freaking out.
Olivia takes my hand and leads me to the bed, and like the obsessed puppy I am, I follow. Her lips touch mine, tender, soft, and sweet, and then she pulls my tie from around my neck and my cock pitches an entire four-person tent in my goddamn pants.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I blurt.
“Me neither.” She kisses the dimple in my right cheek when I smile. “I love your dimples.”
“I love—” My jaw slams shut. My throat’s itchy; I bring my hand to it. “Um. I love, um…your butt.” I cringe. “And, um…everything…about you?” Sweet Christ, my brain is melted.
Before I can embarrass myself further, I lift her onto the bed. She clambers to her knees, resting her butt on her heels and reaching for me. Smiling, I shake my head.
“I’m in charge, remember?” I run the tip of her tie across her shoulder, down between her perfect tits, around one nipple, watching as it hardens to a stiff peak.
Her stomach clenches as the silk swirls around her belly button and dips low, trailing up the inside of her thighs and tracing around her glistening pussy.
“Isn’t that how this will work tonight? I lead you, and you trust me? ”
Olivia nods, eyes widening as she watches my fingers work the buttons of my shirt, watches me slip it off my shoulders. When my bottoms follow, she licks her ruby lips, shifting, thighs rubbing together. She wants me to touch her, and I will. I won’t be able to take my hands off her all damn night.
Naked, I join her on the bed, fingers curling around her biceps, chest to her back. The tip of my nose trails her neck until my lips meet her ear. “I need you to know that I’d never hurt you. Hurting you would break my heart, and you own that thing. You’re my Ollie girl.”
Her hands quiver where they rest on top of her thighs, gripping that tie like her life depends on it.
“Tell me. Tell me you know I won’t hurt you.”
Her inhale is sharp before she speaks, words a breathy whisper. “You won’t hurt me.”
My lips move over her neck, stopping when I find the edge of her collarbone. “Tell me you’re perfect.”
Her body tenses, fingernails digging into the perfect skin on her creamy thighs. Her head starts moving, wagging. “I’m so far from perfect.”
“But you’re perfect for me.” My lips meet hers before she can object again, because that’s what she’s going to do; I can see it in her eyes. Dragging the tie from her legs, I watch it slip through her small hands. “Close your eyes, gorgeous.”
Her lashes rest against her cheekbones as I lay the silk over her eyes and loop the tie together behind her head. The loose ends drape down her back, the midnight blue a stark contrast to her milky skin. Her fingertips dance along the silk until she finds the knot at the back.
“Does that feel okay?” I sweep her hair over her shoulder. “Not too tight?”
Olivia shakes her head. “It’s good.” Her voice crackles and I link our fingers together, kissing her lips.
She turns her face, seeking more, but I move off the bed, because I need to admire her.
“Carter,” she whispers, reaching blindly for me as her head whips around, curls fanning out, chest inflating and deflating rapidly.
“It’s okay, baby.” I scrub a hand over my mouth, because sweet fucking fuck, she’s a vision right now. On her knees in the center of my bed, my tie over her eyes leaving her vulnerable and open to me. “I’m right here. Listen to my voice.”
Her hands fall to her knees, flexing, and she takes a deep breath, nodding.
“You’re stunning. Fucking breathtaking. I can’t believe you’re mine. I want to take a picture of you like this, burn this moment into my memory forever.”
Olivia trembles when the tip of my pointer finger lands between her shoulder blades, falling down her spine. “Okay.”
I stiffen. Okay? Okay what? I wasn’t asking, I was just—“I can take your picture?” It comes out a shitload breathy, earning me a tiny giggle from my pretty lady.
“If you want to.”
“If I—if I fucking want to? Are you fucking with me right now, Ollie?”
A cheeky smile pulls at her lips. “Soon, hopefully.”
I huff a chuckle. “Listen to you. Spending too much time with me. Starting to sound like me.” I open my mouth on her shoulder, teeth pressing into her delicate skin, and she moans. “For my eyes only. Promise.”
She reaches back to run her fingers through my hair. “I trust you.”
She doesn’t, not fully, not yet. But she will. I’ll make sure of it, and when I have that trust, I’ll never, ever break it. I’ll know how lucky I’ll be to have earned it.
I’m glad she can’t see the way I scramble for my phone, how it fumbles from hands, the way I dive for it before it can hit the floor. I’ve got fucking butter fingers right now because I can’t believe any of this is happening.
I get my shit together before I climb behind her on the bed, inhaling enough air to submerse myself between her legs without needing to come up for air for at least five minutes.
Which is basically what I plan to do.
But first, I wind her hair around my fist and tug, tipping her head to the side to grant my lips access to that neck. Her shoulder erupts with goose bumps as my mouth moves over her, licking a slow path across her delicious skin, and I snap the first picture.
When her head lolls and her mouth opens with a moan, my fingers tweaking one nipple, I take the second picture.
“Carter,” Olivia whimpers, rubbing against me. She finds my aching cock, palm closing around it. “I want to taste you.”
There’s no holding in that groan. It rumbles out as I drop my phone and squeeze her tits, slamming her against me. “You can’t say things like that, Ollie girl.”
“Please, Carter.”
I rocket to my feet, standing in front of her and fisting my cock. It would be rude of me to decline her when she asks so nicely.
Olivia wets her lips in anticipation, and I watch her throat work. “Will you take a picture?”
My body stills. “Of-of—”
“Yes.” She reaches for me, and goddammit, she manages to find my cock on the first try without seeing. Must be some soul mate shit. And also the size of my sword of thunder.
She gives me a gentle squeeze, her hand so fucking tiny against me, and when she starts stroking my hard length, I snap the third picture, one that’s definitely going to send me over the edge every time I look at it, which will be fifteen hundred times a day, give or take.
She tilts her face up, waiting for instruction.
I brush my thumb over the sweep of her rosy cheek. “Open your mouth, baby.”
I haul her forward the moment her lips part, and the second her tongue flicks out, tasting, smearing that drop of liquid around before the head disappears in her mouth, I fucking whimper.
My hips jerk forward and my cock hits the back of her throat.
Her fingernails bite into my hips as she slides her mouth over me, and my eyes blaze as I take a picture.