16. Chapter 16 #2
Something came over me—a feeling that caused me to swing myself over the center console and into his lap.
When I did, my ass hit the horn, and the loud honk echoed in the silence outside the car.
Nobody can hear us. I cringed anyway until Carter laughed.
He reached beside him and pulled a lever, sliding the seat back and allowing me to fall into his lap with one leg resting on either side of him.
“You’re not the only one,” I said, planting my hands against the car seat behind him and leaning in to kiss him again.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth, swirling mine around it while his lips pursued mine.
When he wove his hands into my hair and deepened the kiss, I hummed, eager for more. I wanted this man to consume me.
Our breathing got heavier, and the window next to us fogged slightly.
I rolled my hips, grinding against his lap.
The friction felt like shockwaves and need that ran through every part of my body.
When the cotton panties I wore brushed against my clit, an involuntary moan slipped from my lips.
He swallowed the sound just before his hands moved to my hips.
“Beth,” Carter groaned. When he gripped my hips harder, forcing me to sit still, I realized I had been rocking them more than I thought.
I was chasing something—the shockwaves, the excitement, the feeling of having Carter as close to me as possible.
Whatever it was, the feeling was overwhelming, and it felt even warmer in the car.
“I want you to have it,” I said, resting my forehead against Carter’s. He closed his eyes for a lengthy second and when he opened them again, they were heavy.
Then he shook his head, and a shiver of regret rolled down my spine. “Not here,” he said, lifting me off his lap and helping me back into the passenger seat. The leather felt cold, and I missed the racing of his pulse against his skin. “Not like this.”
“What’s wrong?” I stifled the feeling of wishing I hadn’t said it. It was true. I wanted to give Carter a part of me that I had hesitated to give to anyone else.
His movement was swift, and he returned his finger to that spot under my chin that it fit perfectly cradled against. “If I’m going to be the first to make your entire body tremble, then I’m going to take my time and leave you wet, breathless, and in my arms in my bed .
” Carter kissed my forehead and then the corner of my lips. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Oh, ow,” I said when he backed me against his front door and the handle dug into my lower back. I gasped, stepping closer to him. When my chest met his, I almost stopped caring about the knob trying to wedge its way somewhere uncomfortable.
“Are you okay?” Concern covered Carter’s face when he framed my cheek with his hand, staring at me like he was searching for the source of my pain to be spelled out on my face.
I giggled. “Doorknob.”
“Let me get that.” He chuckled, unlocking the door and opening it to reveal a dark living room. A sliver of light came from under Benny’s door, but the rest of the apartment was quiet. Carter put his finger up in front of his lips as if to remind me to be quiet. “This way.”
Carter took my hand, leading me through the living room and to his room on the other side.
When the door closed behind us, it was like we were in a different apartment.
I forgot all about the light under Benny’s door and the doorknob that may have left a small bruise on my back—all I could think about was the aching feeling between my legs that needed to be soothed.
“Come here,” he said, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me gently toward him. His hands grazed the hem of my shirt, his fingertips brushing against my bare belly beneath it. “Tell me what you said again.”
I had said a lot of things to him tonight, but I didn’t have to think very hard to know which one he was referring to. “I want you to have it,” I whispered. Then I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull my shirt over my head. My skin buzzed beneath his stare when he traced the lace line of my bra.
“You want me to have what?” he asked before he placed his lips against my collarbone. I held my breath when his fingers trailed my spine to the clasp on the back of my bra; as he unclasped each hook, my heart started to beat faster.
“Me.” I was breathless before my bra hit the ground and when it did, I suddenly became aware of how exposed I was in front of him.
When I shivered, I became aware of how stiff my nipples felt.
His eyes narrowed, so he must have become aware of it too.
“I want you to by my first.” My cheeks warmed from embarrassment and lust that had probably been building for much longer than I could comprehend.
Carter grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side, and his muscles rippled before he reached for me again.
He tucked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, controlling my steps toward him.
“You look incredible.” His hands left a trail of static on my skin when he traced them up my bare sides and toward my chest. “My sweet cherry.” His voice was almost husky when he closed his hand around my breast.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, unsure of what to do with my hands while his were causing currents of electricity to start with his fingers and end between my legs. I pressed my thighs together as a whine slipped from my lips.
“Just enjoy it.” Carter kissed me as his thumb brushed over my nipple, and he took a step forward, forcing me to take one back.
He repeated that, taking slow steps while his tongue demanded control of mine until the backs of my legs met the mattress.
“We’re going to take this slow. I want you to enjoy every minute. ”
I nodded while his fingers made their way to the button on my skirt. “May I?”
Carter waited until I let out a breathy “yes” before he unfastened it.
As he pushed the denim past my hips, I wished I had chosen something other than white cotton to wear under it.
There weren’t any lace or fancy straps that accentuated the curves of my body just right.
It was just soft, white cotton with a simple elastic band.
He didn’t seem to mind though when he grunted.
“Lie down, cherry.” His eyes traced every line of my body as I climbed onto the bed.
Carter grabbed the elastic band around my hips and tugged, leaving me completely exposed on the bed.
The vulnerability felt overwhelming and like I desperately needed more at the same time.
I leaned back, resting my head against the pillow at the head of the bed.
When Carter climbed onto the mattress after me, I gulped, but the look on his face calmed me. He didn’t look gentle. He looked like a predator about to devour its prey, but he looked giving, like he’d make sure I enjoyed my fate.
“Look at you,” he said, running his finger between my breasts and down my stomach to my bare hips and then over to my thigh.
When he guided my legs apart, I let him.
The cold air against my pussy made the nervous butterflies in my core jolt awake, and they raced between my legs.
“No one has ever even touched your sweet little pussy?” he asked, rubbing the inside of my thigh with his thumb in a way I felt in my core.
“No,” I whispered, more focused on the pattern of his movement than his words.
“Nothing?”
My cheeks warmed, and I considered pressing my legs together, but I didn’t want him to stop touching me. Call it curiosity or call it being nineteen and tired of being a virgin, but there was no question that I wanted Carter to change that. I swallowed. “Nothing.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, bending down and pressing his lips to the soft spot on the inside of my knee. “You can’t tell me that. It makes me want to ruin you before anyone else can.”
I gasped, surprised when my hips involuntarily lifted from the mattress. “What do you mean, ‘ruin me’?” I asked, both nervous to find out and excited to experience it.
“I mean I’m going to make you tremble and fall apart in such a way that you’ll never quiver without wanting to whimper my name.
I want you to experience how it feels to lose all sense of yourself without having to worry if you’ll find it when you come back down.
” I felt his name on the tip of my tongue when he said it, and I bit down, stifling the moan that wanted to slip at the eagerness.
Then he pushed my legs apart and when he inhaled, I resisted the urge to cover my face. “Can I do that?”
I could feel his breath against the inside of my thigh when he asked, and I nodded. “Yes. I want you to take me. Please?”
When his tongue traced the length of my slit, it felt foreign—forbidden—but when he spread my legs further apart, exposing my clit enough that he could place a gentle kiss on it, it felt so right.
Carter was gentle while his tongue explored me, and I nearly levitated off the bed when he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked.
The overwhelming sensation felt so good, it made me question if it was painful.
“Oh, God! Wait.” I locked my fingers in his hair and gripped, relieved when he stopped.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking up at me from between my thighs. His lips were glistening; when my clit throbbed, I wanted to feel his mouth on me again.
I nodded. “Yes. I wasn’t expecting it to feel…” I paused, overcome by the embarrassment of the words that hung on my lips. “So good.”
“You think it feels good now? I’m just getting started.
” His lips around my clit were less shocking this time, but the waves of static were more intense and traveled further down my legs, ending at my toes.
They curled when he flicked his tongue. Then he stuck a finger inside me, and it felt so foreign.
I gasped, closing my thighs around his face when the way he curled his finger caused my stomach to lurch. “No, wait!”
“Are you okay?” He paused, but his finger still inside me made my pussy flutter.
“I think I might…” I cleared my throat, debating if I was really going to say it. “I think I have to pee.”
When Carter laughed, my face got hot, and I wanted to disappear into the mattress.
“You’re not going to pee. That’s a good thing.
” He lifted himself, keeping his hand between my legs but moving up my body until his face hovered over mine.
“That feeling means you’re going to come, and I can’t wait to see your face when you do.
Don’t resist anything your body feels right now. Give into it.”
My muscles were shaking, and the feeling that I had to pee only got stronger until it changed and it felt like tension swirling.
Then it happened. A broken gasp fell from my lips when my body arched, and an intense feeling of pressure and release battled inside me.
I closed my eyes and felt his hum of approval.
“How do you feel?” he asked, pulling his finger from between my legs and sticking it between his lips.
"Like I want more,” I admitted, staring at the bulge pressing against his jeans. “I want to do that with you inside me.”
Carter smirked. “How could I ever turn down a wish like that?”
He climbed off the bed, and my mouth dried out when his fingers unfastened the button at the front of his jeans. I licked my lips when he pulled them down but when his cock bobbed free from his boxers, my eyes widened. There was no way that was going to fit. “Oh,” I said with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry.” It was like he could read my mind. “You can take it,” he said, tearing open a foil package and rolling the condom on.
I held my breath when he climbed on top of me and as he lined himself up at my entrance, I tried to swallow the fear. What was I so scared of—besides the size of his cock and the way I still doubted it wasn’t going to split me in two?
“Are you ready?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face before he gently kissed my forehead. Then he kissed my cheek before pressing his lips to mine for one of those only-a-few-seconds-but-feels-like-an-hour kisses he had been giving me. I nodded. “We can stop any time you want to.”
“I don’t want to stop.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, locking our stares. “I want you to have sex with me. Please?”
The first movement when he started to slide into me burned. I could feel my pussy stretching around the width of his cock, and I could feel the head of it pressing into my walls. Then I felt a small twinge of pain and slight resistance, and he paused. “Take a deep breath,” he said, and I did.
The air filled my lungs as he pushed past the resistance, and a sharp pain jolted through me. I cried out at the pain and the pleasure that instantly followed it, and the aching yell turned to a wanton whine. He paused. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m great,” I said when the pain went away and the craving to feel more of him returned. “Please don’t stop.” Carter kissed me as he pulled out, slowly pushing back in. The more he did it, the more the small aches turned to a feeling I could easily see why people craved.
His movements were smoother than the rippling muscles in his arms or the breaths that grew more ragged. Carter closed his eyes and furrowed his brow like he was clinging to his self-control—almost like it was killing him to be so gentle.
The same sensation I’d felt earlier returned, first feeling like I was going to pee and then feeling like the newly familiar ecstasy that worked through my nerves and made my muscles tighten.
“Carter,” I moaned, digging my nails into his back like I was clinging to him in case the bed slid out from under us. “Carter, I’m going to come!”
“Good,” he grunted, his breathing heavy. He moved a little faster, brushing against a spot inside me that made my legs shake. “Let me feel you come all over me.”
He thrust into me again, and the tension snapped.
I cried out, digging my nails harder into his back until it felt like the world was spinning faster than we were.
I grabbed onto the sheets, clinging to them while waves of my release coursed through my body.
Then I felt him jerk, and the muscles in his legs tightened and relaxed again.
His body weight was heavy on top of me when he dropped, but it was comforting, and I settled into the warmth. “Thank you,” I whispered against his chest. “That was better than I thought it would be.”
“Don’t thank me, cherry,” he chuckled, kissing my forehead. I could feel our erratic heartbeats trying to match up to each other through our skin. “I won’t ever get that look on your face out of my mind. It was better than I ever imagined.”