40. I’m No Gentleman
I’m No Gentleman
CARTER
My cock was in my hand when I heard a soft knock on my bathroom door. I tensed, and then the melodic sound of Sara’s voice called through it. “Can I come in?”
I released my grip, cock aching just at the sound of her voice. “I’m in the shower?”
“I know.” It went quiet.
I should say no. I should definitely say no. Besides, it was early. What was she doing up at this hour? Especially after last night. She should be sleeping, recovering. Was something wrong? “Uh, yeah, come on in.”
Sara slid through the door, looking devious as ever, as she closed it behind her and leaned against it.
Uh oh.
The steam on the shower glass wasn’t any sort of real visibility barrier as she took a good long look at me, still hard.
I immediately started counting backwards.
Thinking of gross stuff. Thinking of my mom.
Sara heeled off her running shoes.
Never mind, definitely not thinking of my mom right now.
The sound of her zipper dragging down made my mouth go dry, and her tight little running jacket slipped to the floor a moment later.
Uh oh.
Her shirt was up over her arms next, leaving her in a sports bra that made her tits look incredible.
She was angelic, divine—except for the bruises she had forming all over her body, the red lump on her leg, and I hated that.
I could hardly breathe as she walked towards the shower. She looked me dead in the eyes and slowly shimmied her running shorts down over her hips.
Pink. Lacy-fucking-pink underwear.
Nope. Thong.
Never mind. Never-fucking-mind.
She wasn’t angelic—she was diabolical. A wicked little temptress who knew exactly what she was doing. Doing?—
What was I doing?
I was about to lose it on the shower wall, my hand right back where I’d started.
I should stop. I should look away at least.
But I wasn’t a gentleman—not when she was in here, looking like that .
Apparently, I was a man with no morals at all, devouring every inch of skin she revealed like a parched man who’d just found holy water in the desert.
She reached for the bottom of her sports bra, and my chest seized up, knowing what was coming next. She peeled the tight thing off, getting comically tangled before she freed herself, but I didn’t have it in me to laugh. Not when I was staring at the world’s most perfect tits.
How lucky was I about to be?
Fuck.
No.
I was a disciplined person.
Friday night had been a one time thing, and from here on out, we were going to slow this all down. Take our time. We deserved that. She deserved that. I dragged both hands down my face in agony.
Discipline was my middle name, yeah, I could stay in control. She approached the open section of glass and pushed that sorry excuse for underwear down her legs, and my eyes shuddered as I bit my knuckles with a groan.
She moved to pull her hair out of the ponytail. “Leave it.” I demanded hoarsely before I even realized what I was saying. Apparently, I was no better than a simple-minded brute. Sara dropped her hand, eyes glimmering while she left her hair in that oh so tempting high pony.
My fingers tingled, dick ached. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing, or rather, not doing. I wanted to wrap that ponytail around my fist. Wanted to haul her up against the wall and?—
No!
But she’s in here looking like that .
Stick to the plan.
No fucking way. It’s not a want, it’s a NEED .
She’s forever.
Would it really be so bad if forever started today?
Stick to the plan.
—what was the plan again? My brain short-circuited.
Sara sauntered across the walk-in shower and casually grabbed a washcloth off the teak towel stand. I clenched and unclenched my fists as she stepped under the stream of hot water, just barely brushing against me as she reached past me for the soap.
Fucking hell. I squeezed my eyes shut—maybe if I didn’t look. If I couldn’t see her, she couldn’t see me. Right? Like an ostrich. I’d just jam my head in the proverbial sand. Only now, very dirty things were playing on my very own personal movie screen, torturing me from inside my head.
It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see her, I could smell her. She’d just come from a run and had that slightly sweaty smell, the one that reminded me of other cardio-type workouts—of the horizontal variety. Fucking hell!
“I’ve been doing some thinking.” She started innocently enough, and I peeked as she lathered up the washcloth and began to scrub her arms.
I swallowed hard, immediately realizing I should have kept my eyes closed. “Yeah?”
“Mhmm.” She hummed, all too amused with herself.
I wanted to reach out and touch her so badly. Wanted to slip my fingers between her legs, no , wanted to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of her body, get a taste of heaven itself.
“You said we shouldn’t do more things until we figure this all out.”
I swallowed hard. Did I say that? Me? There was no way.
Why would I do such a stupid, stupid thing?
“Yeah, I did.” I regretfully agreed, practically panting as Sara slowly trailed the washcloth over her breasts.
Such perfect tits. I wanted to reach out and grab one, wanted to mark that silky skin with my teeth.
“ Caaaarter .” She sang softly, moving to the other one.
“Yeah?” I whispered, in a trance.
“My eyes are up here.” She smiled deviously as I dragged my eyes up and swallowed. Looking into her eyes was actually worse.
That thread pulled tighter and tighter inside me?—
She should have known better.
I was just a simple man.
She’d underestimated herself, and she’d underestimated me .
She should have known how powerful she was when she came in here looking like that. Everything I’d ever wanted was just dangling in front of me, waiting for me to reach out and grab it.
—that thread of control snapped.
I took a step forward, and her eyes flared. It was such a stupid rule. I was leaving today, wouldn’t see her for months, possibly. The ache in my chest was too much to stay away. The ache in other parts of me was too much too.
“So I was thinking.” Sara continued quickly, alarm lacing her voice as her eyes went wide, realization slowly washing over her, discovering that maybe I didn’t have the strength to restrain.
Not when she was teasing me like this. Not when she was in my goddamn shower, naked and perfect, begging to be devoured. Not when I’d literally been ready to kill a man for her last night. Not when she was— mine .
I took another step forward, and she retreated.
“ Carter. ” She warned and then her back hit the stone wall, nipples peaking from the cold.
My hand hit the wall above her head, the other sliding up her soapy ribcage as the water cascaded over us, quickly rinsing the bubbles away.
“ Carter, ” she whispered.
“Yeah?” I rasped, dragging a thumb over a nipple, watching it immediately tighten for me.
She whimpered, eyes fluttering as her head dropped back against the wall. “I was,” She swallowed hard. “I was just thinking—that we need to even the score.”
“How so?” I slid my fingers up her stomach, up the slippery center of her chest and around her throat, tilting her face to me.
“Well,” she panted breathily, the water saturating her hair. “I—I—was just. We,” she rasped, as I dragged a thumb roughly over her lower lip.
“Open for me.” I begged before sliding my finger inside.
She wrapped her perfect lips around my thumb and sucked, and my eyes might have actually rolled back in my head.
I fisted my cock, pumping it a few times before stepping close enough that her perfect, perfect tits were now smashed against my stomach.
“Tell me, pretty girl.” I demanded roughly.
“Tell me what you were planning on doing when you came in here, and forgot how mouthwateringly tempting you are?” I replaced my finger with my lips, tracing her mouth, not quite stealing a kiss just yet, just feeling, exploring, discovering as the hot water poured over us.
Closing the remainder of space between us, I anchored her hips to the wall with mine, eliciting a sharp gasp that melted into a needy moan. Good.
“I want you to come for me.” She got out with great strain, as I slid my hands up her sides, guiding her hands above her head where I pinned them against the wall.
“Is that so?” I kissed the corner of her mouth before slowly moving to the other corner.
“Since you said we couldn’t touch each other yet.” She was trembling, arching into my every touch, but she tugged her hands down and I released my grip on her immediately. Too much. This was exactly why we needed to slow down.
I cursed when her slippery little fingers slid between us and she fisted my cock for the first time.
Shit-mother-fucker. Not too much . She just had plans all of her own.
She brushed her thumb over my already leaking head. “I want to watch while you come.” It was taking everything in me not to blow as it was.
“ Fuuuuuuck .” I groaned. Her hands on me felt too good, better than I ever could have imagined.
She giggled breathily and did it again, eyes sparkling with amusement, while I watched her discover she had me wrapped around her finger—that she always had. I was in big fucking trouble now.
“You are a greedy, wicked little troublemaker, aren’t you?” I chuckled lowly, but my laugh was cut off as she stroked me again, making me jerk.
“Do I make you feel as good as you make me feel, Carter?” She hummed.
“Yeah,” I panted. “But I meant what I said.”
“I thought you might say that.” She admitted, but her smirk didn’t falter.
“And I think it’s only fair that you come for me before you leave.
” She pushed my hand towards my erection, her small hand over mine, as we stroked my cock in unison.
“I want to watch you come for me, Carter, and if you won’t let me do it, then I want to watch while you do it. ” She demanded.
The thing she didn’t realize was that at this point, I would have let her keep going. Desperately wanted her to. “You’re going to pay for this later.” I narrowed my eyes, coming up with all kinds of sinful retribution.