Chapter 15 Carter
CARTER
Carter hummed happily as he started the shower to let the water heat.
He left the bathroom to strip off his clothing, tossing them into his suitcase.
When they went into the city to get more clothes for him, he needed to get a laundry basket.
He felt bad about leaving such a mess in Rey’s spotless house.
Granted, he wasn’t really the neatest person, too distracted by most things to bother being that organized, but he didn’t want to annoy his mate, either.
The idea of Rey getting so frustrated with him that he left Carter caused his stomach to drop into his feet.
Not literally, of course, because that was impossible, but it felt like it.
Thinking of Rey abandoning him terrified Carter.
Naked, he padded back into the bathroom to test the water.
Steam had already fogged the mirror over the twin sinks.
He stepped into the shower, closing the half-frosted shower door.
The hot water cascaded over Carter’s chilled skin, warming him quickly.
Would Rey hate the real Carter? He’d only been there a week, and it took time to truly get to know someone inside and out.
Darryl had hated the way Carter left things lying all over the house.
He never meant to, but he’d set something down, intending to go back to put it away later, and completely forget because his attention would get pulled into something else.
The first time Darryl hit him because of his bad habit was when he’d left his shoes tossed haphazardly in the living room by the couch and Darryl had tripped over them.
Carter flinched at the memory of how much Darryl’s palm on his face had hurt.
His cheek even throbbed at the thought. Would Rey get that angry because he’d left something lying around?
He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, a fine tremor racing through him.
What if Rey hated how messy he truly was?
Cool air rushed over Carter, and he jumped when Rey’s arms came around him from behind. “It’s just me,” Rey said.
Carter gave a strained chuckle. Guilt at thinking Rey might hurt him trickled through him, but he’d only known the man a week. Even if his heart was more than involved now, it didn’t mean he couldn’t change. Darryl had. “I knew that. Who else would it be?”
“Better be no one but me,” Rey said, tightening his hold on Carter a fraction.
He bent to place a kiss on Carter’s shoulder, over the mating mark there.
One hand slid up Carter’s chest to glide over his nipples, the calluses on Rey’s palm sending sharp lightning through Carter, straight down to his groin.
His cock swelled until it stood straight out from his body.
“Will you let me try something new with you tonight, sweetheart?”
A slight tension tightened Carter’s shoulders. “Something new?”
Rey circled one of Carter’s nipples with his finger, then grasped it between thumb and forefinger, pinching slightly. Carter gasped, shuddering as his cock jerked. “The clamps I mentioned. I want to see them on you, on these, while I make you cum.”
“O-okay.” Carter whimpered, arching against Rey, who gripped both nipples and tugged on them. “Oh!”
Pre-cum dripped from the end of Carter’s shaft, washed away quickly by the shower water.
Rey didn’t stop. He rolled, tugged, and pinched until Carter’s head lolled on Rey’s chest, cries falling from his lips.
“So fucking sexy,” Rey said, nipping at Carter’s earlobe, neck, shoulder, and anywhere else he could reach with their height difference.
Rey turned off the shower, opened the door, and grabbed a towel, never once releasing Carter.
He briskly dried them both off, tossing the towel onto the bathroom counter without care.
Then he looped his arms around Carter’s back and knees, lifting him off the ground and carrying him bridal style into the bedroom, where he placed him on his back in the middle of the bed.
Carter watched as Rey opened the nightstand drawer and took out what looked like a pair of rubber-tipped clamps with a small silver chain connecting them.
There was a silver knob on each clamp. His heart beat faster, but he didn’t utter a word.
Something must have reflected on his face, for Rey dropped the little mechanism on the pillow next to Carter and climbed onto the bed, concern on his rugged features.
“It’s okay, little wolf. If you don’t want to explore that way, we don’t have to. ”
“I-I want to,” Carter murmured, his eyes searching Rey’s features. He really was curious, but he was also very intimidated. None of his previous lovers had tried anything beyond vanilla sex. They’d just been looking to get off, not caring if Carter did. “Will it hurt?” he asked.
Rey’s face softened, and he cupped Carter’s cheek. “It’s meant to bring you pleasure, sweetheart, but they can be uncomfortable. That’s why you have to tell me when something doesn’t feel good. If you don’t like them, I’ll remove them immediately.”
Nibbling his lip, Carter flicked his gaze to the chain and then back to Rey.
He took a tiny breath and nodded. But Rey didn’t reach for the clamps, instead leaning forward to kiss him.
Carter’s cock, which had softened some with his apprehension, quickly filled again.
Rey ate at his mouth, pushing his tongue deeper with every thrust, rolling over Carter’s teeth and palate.
“Can’t get enough of the way you taste, mate,” Rey said.
His teeth gently sank into Carter’s lower lip, nipping just hard enough to leave behind a slight sting.
Carter gasped, his hands seeking a port in the storm washing over him, and he grabbed hold of the sheets beneath him, sinking his fingers in.
He moaned into Rey’s mouth when he felt a tug on his left nipple.
Lost in the sensations, Carter didn’t notice Rey move until a sudden pressure encircled the same nipple followed by a sharp pinching sensation.
Eyes flying open, Carter pulled away from Rey enough to see one of the rubber-tipped clamps attached.
Sensitivity began to set in as the blood flow quickly restricted to the little nub.
Carter’s balls tightened and drew close to his body when Rey attached the other clamp to his right side.
They were uncomfortable, but not in a bad way.
It was unlike anything Carter had ever felt before.
Rey tightened the little knobs until both clamps firmly embraced Carter’s nipples.
He whimpered, never looking away from the sight of those black rubber tips and how every movement of his own body sent electricity licking along every nerve ending.
His fingers twisted tighter in the sheets, trying in vain to hold on as things he’d never experienced assaulted him.
The movement caused both nipples to throb with each pulse of his blood. “Oh!”
“Feeling good, little wolf?” Rey said huskily, his dark eyes glittering with carnal desire, ravaging Carter with his gaze.
Carter nodded, gasping as it caused his chest to move and the clamps to pull slightly. “I-I—”
He cut himself off, uncertain of what he intended to say, too lost in the feelings.
“Too much?”
“N-no!” Carter stammered out, slamming his eyes closed when Rey gently ran a calloused finger over one of the constricted nubs. The touch sent jolts of electricity racing through his body. An ache and a sensation of heat built within his chest, making him more aware of his nipples than ever before.
“You look stunning, mate.” Rey moaned, leaning in to lick at one of his nipples. “Would love to see these pierced.”
The idea of piercing his nipples had never occurred to Carter before, but hearing the sheer hunger in Rey’s voice brought the image roaring to life in his head.
His thoughts scattered when Rey closed his mouth around the end of one nub and sucked.
A whine broke free, and Carter reached up with one hand to grip Rey’s hair, wrapping his long, dark strands around his fingers. “Rey!”
Pleasure zipped through Carter’s body with every draw of Rey’s wet tongue and lips.
His cock was so hard it literally hurt. Nothing and no one had ever made him feel as if he’d splinter into a thousand pieces, never to be whole again.
He couldn’t stop his restless motions, his limbs rustling on the sheets.
His mind whirled with whether he enjoyed the sensations Rey triggered within him or if they were just too much all at once.
But it wasn’t until Rey moved to nibbling and suckling along Carter’s collarbone and throat, giving a sharp tug to the small silver chain, that Carter tipped over the edge.
A keening cry tore from him, and he shattered.
Hard, pulsing spurts of cum flooded the space between them, coating both of their bellies.
His vision went white, blinding him to everything else.
When he finally returned to his body, Rey had stretched out beside him, resting on his side with one hand propping his head up while stroking the other over Carter’s chest.
“Back with me, sweetheart?” Rey asked.
“That was… That was…” Carter had no words for what Rey had made him feel. He noticed the clamps were removed, but his nipples felt sore, tight, and so sensitive.
“Was it too much?” Rey frowned, drawing a finger lightly over one nipple.
Carter hissed, hunching back into the mattress a fraction to escape the almost painful touch. He heard Rey give a soft curse. “It was too much. I pushed you too far.”
He grabbed Rey’s hand when he made to move away. “No, no. It was amazing.”
Rey stilled but didn’t relax until after he saw the truth in Carter’s gaze. The tension faded from Rey, and he settled back beside Carter, keeping away from his chest. “You sure? You don’t have to tell me what you think I want to hear, sweetheart.”