Chapter 17 #2
We didn’t talk for a while. It wasn’t really bedtime yet, but I guess telling the story, digging up those memories, took a lot out of me.
“A nap and then round two?” I asked drowsily.
Carter chuckled. “Yeah, baby. That sounds good.”
He settled on his back and I cuddled to his side, head on his chest. I even put my leg over his, like I’d seen people do in the movies.
“I’ve never done this before,” I murmured against his skin.
For a moment I thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he said, “Well, consider more cuddling in your future from now on.”
I smiled and kissed his chest, then gave in to the tiredness.
A few hours later, I woke up to go take a leak. When I came back to bed, Carter was waiting for me.
“I thought you left,” he said, his tone surprisingly vulnerable in a way that I hadn’t expected.
I moved close to him again. “I wouldn’t do that.”
We kissed for a moment, and when I slid my hand down his stomach, I found him half hard.
“I want to try something,” I murmured against his lips.
“Oh?” He reached over to turn on the bedside table lamp on his side.
It was dim enough to not blind me, which I appreciated.
“I’ve never ridden anyone before,” I confessed, feeling almost shy about it.
His cock filled more in my hand.
“Based on what I’ve seen you do in a saddle, I’m sure you’ll do fine.” He reached to squeeze my ass. “You sure you’re not too sore?”
I grinned. “I have no horses to ride tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter.” Then I ducked my head and admitted, “Plus I kind of like the idea of feeling you all day.”
That seemed to be the right thing to say, because Carter let out a grunt and moved to kiss me ravenously.
He insisted on making sure I was lubed enough, and I put more on his condom covered dick, too, just to appease him. By the time I straddled him and lowered myself on his cock, I was fully awake and concentrating on my task.
The feeling of him inside me was different from this angle. He was suddenly deeper, and I closed my eyes, grinding down even more as I concentrated on feeling him inside.
I rolled my hips, my cock thickening more with every beat of my heart.
“Jesus Christ, Hawk.” Carter’s voice was tight as he squeezed my hips.
I opened my eyes to look at him, and I could tell he was really holding back.
“What?”
“You’re stunning and I love watching you like this, but for the love of everything holy, move. ”
I let out a laugh and began a slow up and down motion, squeezing him on occasion on the upstroke.
Then I leaned forward, put my hands on his chest, and said, “Fuck up into me.”
He growled, planted his feet on the bed, and bucked up hard enough for me to squeak out a laugh that sounded funny in my deep voice as I balanced myself again.
I kissed him and then held on as he did as I told him, while I began to meet every thrust hard enough that our bodies collided with loud slaps.
His hands on my hips yanked me down to meet his hips, too, and I lost myself in the ecstasy of him stretching me so damn well.
I angled my body just so, then wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked a few times. That was all I needed; I started to come again, moaning as I felt every inch of his girth being squeezed by my hole.
Carter gave a few more uncoordinated thrusts up, then slammed me down on his cock and came with a long, drawn-out groan of pure satisfaction.
I slumped forward into the puddle of cum I’d left on his stomach and chest.
It took a while for our breathing to calm down, our hearts pounding too quickly in our chests.
“That was…,” he managed to say after a couple of minutes.
“Uh-huh….”
“Shower before we sleep?”
I felt the stickiness between us and the sweat cooling on my skin again. “Yeah.”
We didn’t move for another minute.
“For what it’s worth, excellent riding technique,” he teased as we finally got out of bed.
I laughed. “Good to know it’s a skill that transfers.”
When we were done in the shower and were drying ourselves in his very nice bathroom, he clearly couldn’t stop looking at me.
“What?” I asked, not sure how I felt about being observed so intently.
“Sorry, it’s just….” He reached out his arm and pulled me closer by my waist. “You’re amazing, Hawk.”
I felt a bit awkward at his words, so I ducked my head and tangled my fingers in his chest hair. “You’re not too shabby yourself, Carter.” Then, because I was smooth like that, I kissed his jaw and asked, “So about that dessert?”
He chuckled. “Let’s pull on some underwear and go look.”
Ten minutes later, we sat at his table, legs tangled underneath, eating the panna cotta he’d made me. It still blew my mind that he’d gone through all that trouble for me. For me . This was the part I wasn’t good at.
I could do horses and talk about them for hours, but I didn’t know how to do relationships or dates.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Carter asked, nudging my foot with his.
“That you need to teach me how to do all this,” I replied, carefully not mentioning words like dating or relationship.
He smiled and took my hand, squeezing my fingers in a way that had become comforting in a way few things were.
“I can do that.”
“Good.”
His smile turned into a little smirk and I raised a brow at him.
“I was just thinking that your riding skills are a good start,” he deadpanned.
I groaned and tried not to smile. He laughed and reached to take my hand again, but I pulled both of mine back.
“No, no hand holding for you, sir.”
That just made him laugh more, and soon we were both snickering.
I could get used to this.
The thought scared me as much as it made me excited.
I was pretty sure someone like Russ would tell me that all the best things were like that in the start.
I held out my hand and Carter took it, then pulled enough so he could kiss the back of it again.
Grabbing my spoon, I continued to eat and soaked in the peace I was feeling.