Chapter 15 - Karter #4
He drove in deeper, the angle hitting something electric inside me that forced a sharp sound out of my throat. “Tell me whose this is.”
“Yours,” I managed, the word breaking on a moan. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is,” he said, voice thick with approval. “Your ass is mine, and it’s taking it like it’s all you have ever wanted.”
He leaned down, his chest pressing flat against my back. His weight pinned me there, and he wasn’t letting up.
His breath came hot against my ear as he growled, “You ruin everything. But you’re worth ruining everything for.”
I turned my head just enough to see his face; the jagged scar on his jaw lit sharp in the dim dash glow. He caught the look right away.
“I want to see your face,” he muttered.
True to his word, he slid out of me in one quick motion. The sudden emptiness left me gasping at the raw, slick drag and the deep ache that throbbed in its place.
He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. I landed with a huff, quickly tucking my knees up toward my chest to make space in the cramped backseat, my thighs spreading wide as he settled between them.
He lined his cock up again to my hole, before pushing back in with a slow thrust. One hand wrapped loosely around my throat. But he wasn’t choking me, only steadying me, his thumb pressing just under my jaw.
The iron grip anchored me to the seat, keeping me from sliding with his movements.
I fixated on the thick muscles of his forearms bunching with every snap of his hips. Each deep slide filled me up, the slick stretch sending heat radiating through my gut and making my dick harden again.
My breaths came out in shaky bursts, the pressure coiling low and tight until I was grinding against him just to chase that sweet, building burn that had me teetering on the edge.
I grabbed his wrist, holding on, my nails digging in.
He noticed. “You like that?” he asked, his voice shaky.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Don’t stop.”
“Then let me hear it,” Aleksey ordered, his hips driving harder. His grip tightened a fraction, just enough to make me feel it. “Let me hear you say my name.”
My muscles locked up—with my balls tightening and still sensitive from my first orgasm—the pressure coiled low in my groin again. I bucked against him, my free hand clutching his shoulder, nails biting into his skin.
“Aleksey!” I yelled, the sound bouncing off the car windows as my second orgasm of the night ripped through me. I came untouched, the first hot spurt shooting high enough to hit my chin, the second hit my cheek, the force of it surprising even me as my whole body convulsed.
My back arched off the leather, thighs trembling around him while aftershocks jolted through my abs with every continued snap of his hips.
“That’s right,” he grunted, driving deeper. “You’re coming so hard it’s all over your face. You really needed this.”
Aleksey didn’t stop; his hips slamming into me even harder now, each thrust jolting me like he was rearranging everything inside. I gasped with every impact, the backseat creaking under us as he chased his own orgasm, using my body relentlessly.
I watched Aleksey’s face, loving the way his brow furrowed deeper with every stroke, and how his eyes locked on mine like he couldn’t look away.
His breaths turned ragged, chest heaving against me, and I could see the tension coiling tighter in his jaw, the veins in his neck standing out as he got closer. My oversensitive nerves lit up with each pounding stroke, but I savored every second of it.
I wanted to feel him lose it inside of me completely.
“Come on, Aleksey,” I urged, pulling him down for a messy kiss between thrusts, our lips crashing together, tongues tangling briefly before he pulled back to drive in again. “Give it to me. Use me.”
He groaned against my mouth during the next kiss, his rhythm faltering, breaths coming in harsh pants.
I felt his muscles lock up under my hands, his grip on my throat tightening just a fraction more as his cock throbbed inside me.
I felt him swell and release in hot bursts through the condom, his hips jerking erratically a few more times before he thrust deep one last time and stilled, groaning low against my neck.
Then he bit down on my shoulder hard enough to break the skin, like he was claiming me for good. The sharp sting blended right into my haze of pleasure and exhaustion, leaving a deep, throbbing mark that I knew would last.
I didn’t mind. Hell, I kind of liked the idea of carrying that bruise.
When his body finally relaxed on top of mine, we shifted a bit, staying tangled together in the warm backseat as our ragged breathing filled the quiet car. The heater kept blasting dry air over our skin, and I could feel the sweat cooling on my back against the leather.
Aleksey ran his fingers through my hair, his thumb brushing my damp forehead.
“You’re mine,” he whispered into the quiet, warm space. “I don’t care what it costs.”
He’d said it before, back when it sounded like a warning. And lying there tangled up with him in the dark, I believed every word.