Chapter 32 Carson
CARSON
It’s hard to stand up after the orgasm Dan just gave me.
I feel like someone has melted all the bones in my body.
My ears are ringing, and my vision is still a little black around the edges.
The man is talented with his tongue in ways I did not know were possible.
Certainly not ways I’ve ever experienced before.
After the way he just wrung me out, I’m tempted to take to bed like an exhausted Victorian lady.
But the prospect of having him inside me helps me find the strength I need.
I stand barefoot on the linoleum, the evidence of my orgasm running down my inner thigh.
Dan takes my place in the chair, his fist still stroking his cock.
The three shiny barbells lined up horizontally on the top of his shaft move with each stroke, and the sight sends even more heat to my core.
I want to know what they feel like, and I’m about to find out.
Dan reclines in the chair like a Greek god, his muscles flexing.
My knees nearly give out at the sight of him.
“C’mere, baby.” He reaches out a hand. I take it, letting him pull me forward. As if I’d go anywhere else. I’d go wherever he led me right now. He helps me climb atop him, my knees astride his hips on the chair. I’m hovering just above him when he hands me the condom.
“You want me—?” I begin, another sliver of anxiety peeking through the haze of desire.
I’ve never put a condom on a man before.
The guys I’ve been with in the past acted like it was akin to flossing your teeth—something best not viewed.
They always did it under the covers in the frantic moments before we finally had what always turned out to be disappointing sex.
I don’t anticipate that’ll be the case this time, but I don’t want to mess it up right from the jump.
“Yes, Carson. I want. I want you,” he says, his eyes boring into me. “I want my beautiful, confident girl to show me what she’s got.”
In that moment, I have no trouble believing he’s talking about me. I’m the beautiful girl. I’m the confident girl. I’m the one he wants, so badly that he can’t wait to get me home.
He wants me.
And he should.
I pluck the condom from his hand, tearing off the foil and sliding the latex down his length. At my touch, he hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, sending a flood of heat to my core. He fists his cock, positions himself beneath me, then looks up at me.
The fire in his eyes and the pressure at my entrance nearly makes me come again.
As he slides into me, hard and hot, I’m overcome by how much more this is to me than just sex.
I feel like for all the ways life has taken me apart, Dan encouraged me to put myself back together.
These last two weeks with him have felt like my real life is finally beginning.
I’m finally becoming who I’m supposed to be.
Not at his hands, but with his encouragement.
He’s been quick to point out that it’s all been me.
When he’s fully seated inside me, my inner walls flexing around the size of him, my lips part in a sigh.
And something else.
“Dan, this is more…I mean, it’s—” I try to find the words, but I can’t, even though I know they’re there. Even though I know they’re so important. Even though I know this is probably not the time to tell him what this means to me—what he means to me. But also I just can’t not.
“I know,” he says, his hips twitching beneath me. His fingers sink into my waist hard enough to leave marks. It’s like he’s trying to hold on to his control by gripping my body.
“I don’t want…I mean, I want you to know…” The feeling of him inside me is driving me to madness, but so is his presence. My brain is glitching out, but it seems important that he knows how I feel. I won’t hide from it. I won’t pretend.
I’m done hiding.
He’s the one who showed me I don’t have to.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” I confess. “I’ve wanted you. And as good as you feel and as much I want you, I don’t want this to be just sex. Because it’s not. Not for me.”
My heart is pounding like a bass drum, so loud I worry he can hear it. My body is screaming at me to move, to slide up the length of him. I want to feel that delicious drag, but I can’t. Not yet.
“Carson, I want you now, and as many more times as you’ll let me for as long as you’ll let me,” he says. “But this has never been about sex for me.”
“Are you sure?” I breathe.
“You’ve got to stop acting like you’re not fucking incredible,” he says, his gaze softening but the fire in his eyes still burning bright.
“You seem to be under the mistaken impression—maybe because of the idiots you’ve been dating—that you’re somehow average.
It’s the one thing you’re consistently wrong about. ”
My heart stutters, and my hips begin to move.
I brace my hands on his chest and rise, feeling the exquisite drag of him, the added friction from his piercings sending electric shocks through my body.
When I lower down onto him, the head of him presses against my inner walls, and I can’t contain the moan.
Soon we’re moving together, his hips rising to meet me, his hands controlling the rhythm of my hips.
Our gazes are intertwined, our breaths aligning as we move faster, racing toward each other’s pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Dan groans through gritted teeth, nearing the limit of his control. “I won’t come without you.”
He reaches for my hand, guiding it down to the place where we’re joined.
My rhythm stutters as he places both his fingers and mine on my clit to coax out another orgasm.
The feel of his hands on me, my hand in his—it’s too much.
Every one of my senses is a raging inferno, and Dan’s touch, his words, the way he looks at me, all of them are fanning the flames.
My head tips back, and a sound I’ve never heard before claws its way up my throat.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking come for me,” he begs, his control breaking just as my inner walls clench around him.
His hand circles my wrist, holding my fingers to the sensitive bundle of nerves sending vibrations through my core as he follows me over the edge.
His hips shudder beneath me. I feel the pulsing of his orgasm, the sound of his pleasure trapped deep in his chest.
As we pause, joined and spent, the sound of our breaths filling the quiet room, Dan looks up at me.
“You are perfect, Carson Webber,” he breathes, and I hear the words he leaves unsaid.
Perfect for me.