32. Noodles for Legs #2
My response got caught in my throat as I stood in only my heels and jewelry, otherwise, on complete display for him. The soft lamplight was my only savior as my nipples peaked and he made a meal out of me with his eyes, took his time too.
Carter licked his lips before he reached out to grip my ribcage as if he needed to make sure I was actually real.
Breath ragged, he ran a thumb over the bottom swell of one breast and watched me very carefully as he dragged that calloused thumb over my nipple, causing me to take a sharp, sudden inhale.
I wondered if I might collapse as the sensation cascaded through me, making every part of me throb for more.
Carter didn’t bother taking my stilettos off as he gripped my waist with two hands and guided me backwards towards the bed, gently laid me back onto the silken sheets.
My feet were still on the floor, but the cool swath of fabric beneath me was a welcome reprieve against my burning skin as he planted a hand next to my head and leaned over me.
The way he was looking at me—I’d never felt more desired in my life.
Never felt so beautiful . The hopeful but nervous expression in his eyes was an illuminating look into the fact that maybe he was jumping off a cliff of his own.
That maybe we were in this together. Maybe things weren’t as one-sided as I had led myself to believe.
He was almost in a trance as he dragged a thumb roughly over my bottom lip and then trailed the backs of his fingers down the plane of my chest and over my stomach. I arched as his knuckles grazed below my belly button and whimpered when he pulled his hand away—a cautious explorer.
“Remember the rules?” Carter rasped, swollen-lipped, while he adjusted himself. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asked, and I nodded breathlessly. “You have to use your voice. Can you do that for me?” The look in his eyes told me I could pull the plug right now, if that’s what I wanted.
The feeling of safety with him—felt like pure freedom.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to keep going.” Would curl up and die if we didn’t keep going.
“Good girl.” Eyes dropping to my breasts, he licked his lips before pushing a knee between both of mine, and I clutched the sheets, nodding for him to continue.
His breath was ragged as he pushed my knees open, baring me to him for the first time—he swore, eyes dilated so much they looked wholly black.
Corded arms flexing, he reached over me and grabbed the toy, turning it over in his hand. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, sweet girl.” I trembled beneath him with anticipation.
In all the years I’d known Carter, he’d never allowed our harmless flirting to escalate, never turned the full force of his charm on me, and thank God for that because this version of Carter was utterly panty-melting and completely commanding.
He could have anyone he wanted, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why that seemed to be me at the moment, but I wasn’t about to start asking more questions.
Carter briefly looked at the toy in his fist, not saying whatever it was he was thinking, before he looked back at me with an expression I couldn’t even begin to describe .
When he slowly lowered the toy, finally dragging the pink dildo across my collarbone, his eyes turned glazed and animalistic—he dragged it so slowly, over the swell of one breast and finally over that nipple, making me arch with a sharp intake of breath.
“You like that?” He murmured, and my eyes were squeezed shut as I nodded. “ Say it. I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours, Sara.”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he repeated the motion and everything in me grew deliciously tight and loose at the same time.
“What about this?” He dragged the toy over the plane of my stomach and then down my inner thigh, making me tremble as he teased me.
“I never thought I was a greedy man, but right now I’m feeling very greedy.
” He started up the other thigh, deliciously slow, as he trailed up to the other nipple, slowly circling it while he asked, “Tell me, sweet girl, where should I go next?”
He knew exactly where I wanted it. “Lower.” I squeaked out.
“Here?” He asked, circling my belly button with a cocky tilt of his head.
“Lower.” I whimpered.
“Oh, here?” He slid the length between my legs.
“Yes.” I gasped at the contact, wishing I could snap my legs shut for more friction, but he kept his feet firmly planted, anchoring me open while he watched what he was doing to me.
I should have felt embarrassed or exposed maybe, he was still fully dressed—but the sight of him slightly undone in his dress shirt, hair mussed, looming over me with that look on his face, it told me everything I needed to know about how he felt.
I whimpered involuntarily as he dragged the toy over me again. “Look at you.” His free hand was planted next to my head and he was awed as he dragged the toy back up my stomach, leaving a slick trail across my body. “So wet. So ready for me already, and we’ve barely even started.”
He circled that one nipple until I was panting and writhing.
“Please, I need more.” I nervously begged, and he licked his lips, heeling off his shoes before he hauled me into the center of the sheets, murmuring his approval.
I felt precious as he carefully laid me back, but I knew I looked anything but—I was wearing stilettos, sparkly cat ears, adorned in my new jewelry and nothing else.
Who was I right now? I didn’t know, but I liked her. A lot. The thought of doing this with someone else, never in a million, but with Carter, something about it felt so damn right.
He lowered his bodyweight onto me, gazing at me with worshipful adoration and hungry lust, before he captured my mouth with his, and I suddenly relaxed, realizing he wasn’t even remotely in a hurry at all.
I don’t know how long we kissed like that, with me writhing underneath him, naked and desperate, but I gasped when the toy finally slid between my legs again.
Carter chuckled darkly before he swallowed up my sounds and went to work.
“Ohh, Carter.” I moaned into his mouth. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?” he crooned, kissing down my jaw and throat as he teased me over and over.
“You look so pretty when you need me—I bet you’ll look even prettier when I make you start begging.
” He added cockily, but I didn’t have it in me to argue with him.
He was right, I did need him, desperately.
“Do you know why you’re on your back?” he asked between kisses.
“Why?” I cried as he flicked the toy over my clit again, his biceps flexing under my white-knuckle grip on him.
“Because I want to see how beautiful you look when I wreck you for the very first time.”
A long moan was my only response as he set a delicious pace.
In another one of his fuck-boy moves, Carter knelt on either side of my legs, pinning them snugly together, while he fucked me mercilessly with that toy.
I felt that coil of warmth starting to build, and I began to move, meeting his hand thrust for thrust. “There’s a vibrating setting.” I gasped, not sure why I felt like I needed to share that random fact. Why was I trying to make awkward conversation?
“Don’t need it.” He chuckled arrogantly, making me cry out in the next instant—like my pleasure was my punishment for even suggesting it.
He teased me until I didn’t know if I could take it any longer, because I’d never spent this long having sex in general, let alone sex just for me.
I was just about to start freaking out that I couldn’t do it, that I was taking too long to get there, worried that I was going to frustrate him, lose his attention—when something unfamiliar started to unravel within me.
“C-Carter.” I whimpered, realizing it was going to happen.
“Yeah, there it is.” he purred, his mouth at my ear as I started to lose a sense of time and space.
“I think I’m going to—I think it’s—” I gasped, unable to string a full sentence together.
“I know.” He dragged the toy over my clit for emphasis. “I know.” He was giving me everything I needed and more. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Let go and come for me.”
The magic-O was definitely going to make an appearance. Holy. Shit. Yes.
This had never happened before. Truth be told, nobody had ever spent this much time trying to get me there, and it showed.
“Look at you squirm, baby.” He crooned as I rasped in each breath, and light started to speckle my vision. “You’re mine right now. All mine. ”
God, I was almost there. So fucking close.
I clutched the sheets, thighs fighting against his while he kept me pinned, unable to escape the building tension in my core.
I was thrusting up onto his hand with abandon, and I didn’t care if it made me look like a desperate, needy slut.
Maybe I was. Maybe for Carter I was. I was chasing the high, and all the while I wished it were his hands, or better yet his cock, instead of the toy, but still, he was right there with me every step of the way.
“Oh, God.” I panted, ripping at his hair, pulling it, blubbering about I don’t even know what, as I teetered on the edge of coming completely undone.
Carter was patient, relentless, and diligent, and I was so freaking close, but I just couldn’t quite—I didn’t want to let him down, I wanted to be enough for him, but maybe I really was broken, maybe this wouldn’t work.
I wondered if the other women he’d been with had taken this long or if I was the outlier.
“Sweetheart, stay in your body. I want you to focus on how this feels. It’s going to happen, you’ll see.” He captured my mouth with his, and kept the pace—didn’t deviate until everything started to coil tighter and tighter, as if it were inevitable.
“Carter.” I gasped, throwing my head back into the sheets as my back arched with pleasure.
“My name sounds so good in your mouth when you’re so wet and needy for me. Look at you ,” Carter groaned. “My fingers aren’t even inside you yet, and they’re a fucking mess.”
Oh, I was so screwed.
“I love the way you look, taking your pleasure, Sara. You’re so fucking pretty, you know that? I’ve honestly never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now.” He murmured, adding, “You look free.”
And then it was happening all at once.
“That’s it, let it all go.” He crooned. “Give me everything you’ve got, pretty girl. I want it all. All of you .” I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, didn’t even exist at all as my climax finally tore through me, like an explosion of fucking fairy dust, leaving a limp wreckage in its shimmering wake.
I rode each shuddering wave, realizing I was crying Carter’s name as I came back down from my high. I also realized I had a death grip on his hair, and I roughly released him, all while he grinned down at me triumphantly.
That was all I saw before I collapsed back and closed my eyes, still practically convulsing, aching with pleasure.
The months of tension that had been building between us were relieved in one mind-blowing orgasm, confirming that no, I really hadn’t experienced a real orgasm before, just little mini, almost ones, if that was even a thing.
I felt invincible. Someone else making me come—made me feel free, powerful even. I couldn’t quite explain it. I thought I’d be giving up my power, but honestly it felt a lot like I just took it back.
I shuddered as wave after wave rippled out of me, finally slowing down, and Carter finally removed the toy from between my legs, with one last shuddering stroke over my clit.
I was so relaxed-exhausted-delirious that I nearly fell asleep, but skin still sticky, I forced myself to find my brains so I could shove them back into my cranium in a desperate attempt to function again. So much for remembering my name.
Still panting, I found Carter lying beside me, gazing at me with such admiration in his eyes, I wondered if he was hallucinating, or maybe I was the one hallucinating. Totally possible.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, I could finally form words. “You have magical powers.” I breathed. “I guess that means I’m not broken.”
“Told you.” He hummed, fingers trailing absentmindedly over my stomach as he added softly. “Perfect as always.”
“That was,” there were honestly no words. “Incredible.”
His mouth crooked up, adorably proud of himself. “That good, huh?”
I shook my head sleepily. “Better. I don’t think I’ll ever have an orgasm that good again.”
Carter’s fingers flattened over my stomach, stilling, and he got a devilish grin. “That’s an interesting theory.”
My eyes went wide. “What is that look—Carter?”
“Oh sweetheart,” he purred wickedly. “You are a na?ve little thing, aren’t you— that was just the warmup. ”
“The warm-up?” I practically gaped.
“Always such a Rookie.” He chuckled, “Now that we got a quick win and we know you’re not broken, it’s time to have some real fun.” Carter popped up with all the energy in the world. “You ready to play, pretty girl?” I yelped as I was suddenly being flipped over onto my stomach.
I wanted to be dramatic and tell him I didn’t know if I’d survive another one, but I knew what he was doing, he was checking in, asking for my consent again. So I nodded breathlessly. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” Carter’s muscular arm was a band around my waist as he lifted me up onto a stack of pillows and then settled in behind me. “I hope you’re ready.” He murmured possessively. “Because tonight, you’re all mine .”
I knew right then and there, it was over for me.
There was no escaping the gravitational pull of Carter.
Not tonight, maybe not ever.
Finally.