9. Sloan
Chapter nine
Sloan
I turn the key card over and over in my hand, willing my erection to deflate long enough to make my way to the top floor.
What am I doing? This is madness. Carter's technically my boss, with the power to influence my current job and my future. I believe him when he says he won’t do that, not intentionally anyway, but I’m not na?ve enough to think there’s no risk involved if I sleep with him.
Accusations of sleeping my way to the top for preferential treatment will follow me if word gets out, and Carter has no control over that. Between the gossip and the fact that my brother-in-law, who I live with, doesn’t fully trust Carter, sleeping with the man is just about the most reckless thing I could do. And don’t even get me started on how much it would disappoint my dad, the man who taught me everything about hard work and integrity.
Yet, I still slink past Janice and take the elevator to the top floor.
I know better. Really, I do. But I can’t seem to make myself walk away. To avoid succumbing to desire. Not after what happened in his office.
Some part of me always wanted to believe a connection was brewing between us. Something beyond just the physical. Knowing that Carter is no more interested than I am in taking risks just for sex tells me I’m right. We may respond to each other physically, but that’s not the only thing pulling us together.
There’s an audible click when the key card slides into the lock, the light on the door changing from red to green. I push it open and step inside, momentarily forgetting my purpose when I see the room.
It’s beautiful in a sterile sort of way. Wood floors with plush area rugs, couches piled with expertly arranged throw pillows, a gleaming white kitchen, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the mountain. Nothing is out of place, making the room seem like it’s for show instead of living. I wonder if that’s because it’s cleaned regularly, or the occupant spends more time in his office than his apartment.
I’m so absorbed in my surroundings I don’t hear the door open, though I register the desire spilling off him seconds before his arm snakes around my waist from behind.
The bulge in his pants presses into my back as he kisses my neck, causing my skin to pebble with anticipation. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” His hand snakes down into my boxers, and I inhale sharply as long fingers wrap around my reawakened length.
I relax into his warmth, resting my head against his chest as his fingers tease light circles over my crown. “Me, too,” I sigh.
“What did you think about?”
“I thought about touching you. Reaching under the sheet and taking you in my hands.” My breath hitches as he gives me a languid tug, shooting a wave of pleasure straight to my core.
“Like you did earlier.” The low rumble in his voice makes my belly flutter.
“Yes. ”
“Then what?” His finger ghosts over my slit, spreading precum around my head as he licks and sucks along my neck. My eyelids drift shut as I savor the gentle pressure between my legs.
“I’d pull the sheet off so I could see you. Put your cock in my mouth.” I feel my cheeks flush as words I never intended to say pass through my lips.
“The idea of sucking my cock turns you on?” The arm wrapped around my waist travels up to cup my neck as he rocks his length against my back.
“Yes.” I press my dick into his hand, silently pleading for more.
More pressure. More heat. More .
“Do you have any idea how hard that makes me?”
“I do.” I press against him, feeling unreasonably proud of the growl he gives me in return.
He pulls his hand from my boxers and spins me to face him. I brace my hands on his chest as he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I thought about these lips wrapped around me every time you left. I’d imagine it was your warm mouth bringing me to release instead of my hand.”
“You thought of me while you touched yourself?” The notion that I’m someone’s fantasy makes my cock even harder.
“Who else would I think about?” He brings his mouth to mine and devours it, unrestrained, sliding his tongue along mine as though he owns it. My ass clenches, from his words or his kiss I don’t know, but I have the sudden urge to make this fantasy play out.
My hands drift down the hard planes of his torso until they’re resting just above his waistband, then I yank his shirt up. He follows my lead, breaking our kiss and lifting both arms to help me pull the material over his head .
Naked from the waist up, I soak in the body I’ve spent weeks trying not to blatantly ogle. Holy hell. I lick my lips and place my palms against his heated skin as he takes my mouth once more. Sliding my hands over the ripples on his stomach, I find his belt buckle and unfasten it. The button and zipper on his suit pants come easily undone, and I slide them and his boxers over his hips as I sink to my knees.
His cock bobs heavily once it’s free, coming to a rest in front of my lips. Framed by a sexy ‘V’ of lean muscle, it’s every bit as beautiful as I envisioned.
Long.
Thick.
Smooth.
I lean forward and drag the tip of my tongue along the underside, tasting a hint of the musk I’ve come to associate with him. He inhales sharply as I travel along his length, his body going rigid when I lick over the tip. Wrapping my fingers around the base I bring him into my mouth, stroking him with my hand as I lick and suck.
I’ve always loved giving blow jobs, and after weeks of curiosity about what Carter was hiding beneath the sheet, I’m happy to explore every inch of him.
Rolling his heavy balls in the palm of my hand, I run my nose along his length, nuzzling the smooth skin as I make my way to his tip. I swirl my tongue around his crown before sealing my lips around it, gently suckling while I knead his sac.
“Oh fuck,” he groans on a heavy sigh, and I fight the urge to smile since it would interrupt my ministrations.
Despite being as solid as granite, his erection is soft against my lips. I close my eyes and inhale the woodsy scent of the massage oil that lingers on his skin as he glides in and out of my mouth .
Strong fingers thread through my hair as Carter rocks against my face, cradling my head as he gives me what I’m willing to take. “Your mouth is heaven, Sloan. Absolute heaven.”
Bracing my hands on his quads, I dip my head lower, taking roughly half of his length. He’s too large for me to swallow without choking, which I hate, but every so often I bob deep enough to take roughly three quarters, and each time I do I increase the suction on the retreat, relishing the way that makes his thighs quake under my palms.
“Sloan,” he growls when I hum around his length. “I’m too worked up to last long.”
Ignoring the warning I pump a little faster, eager to see just how far I can take him.
“I mean it. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Despite the slight ache in my jaw, I hollow my cheeks and suck as hard as I can, determined to push him over the edge. He tries to pull back but I follow, gripping his ass to keep him from moving out of reach. With a strangled cry he relents and pushes forward, pulsing in my mouth as his release consumes him.
I try to take everything, but it’s too much, too fast. Covering him with my hands I stroke him through the finish, his cum seeping through my fingers and seeping from my mouth. Why is that so hot?
“Sloan, fuck.” His chest heaves as he tries to steady his breathing. Grabbing his shirt off the floor he wipes my hands and pulls his pants up to rest on his hips. Then he pulls me off the floor, tosses me over his shoulder and stalks down the hall. “That was incredible, but since you’ve rendered me useless for the next thirty minutes or so we’ve got a lot of time for me to return the favor. ”
Yes, please.
Carter deposits me on the bed and tugs my company polo over my head, tracing the faint outline of the muscles on my torso. “God you’re pretty.”
The compliment makes me blush, though not because I appreciate the praise. I’ve always been on the slim side, my muscle definition due more to my lean figure than actual strength, and while I’m not so small as to be considered a twink, I’m hardly masculine and cut like Carter. I’ve learned how to make my physique work for me, and I’m not unhappy in my own skin, but put me next to a guy like Carter and it’s hard not to feel a little underwhelming. Usually, that would make me a tinge self-conscious, especially if the word pretty is used to describe me, yet the hunger in his gaze has me feeling uncharacteristically confident. Sexy even.
He pins me with a lusty look before letting his hand drift to my pants, tugging the khaki fabric off with ease. His fingers trace along the waistband of my boxers, teasing my skin with his feather-light touch. Then he hooks his fingers around the cotton and tugs them lower, releasing my cock.
It springs up, standing proud between my legs. Carter takes a moment to admire it—surprised by its thickness compared to my thin frame no doubt—before he leans forward and inhales deeply. “I need to taste you.” Strong hands hold my legs to the bed as he dips his head and drags the tip of his tongue over my slit. A moan I don’t recognize as my own passes through my lips as my hips buck involuntarily.
“So sensitive,” he whispers before doing it again.
I take a deep breath and hold it, willing my body to stay still. It’s nearly impossible. I’ve been craving this contact for weeks, and it’s infinitely better than I could have imagined, especially when Carter seals his lips around my tip and sucks gently before letting me pop free .
I’m so turned on I can’t tell if it’s my precum or his saliva that has my crown glistening, but either way, my cock lurches toward his mouth, eager for more.
Carter’s tongue swirls decadently around my tip, my hips rising gently to meet each swipe. When he wraps his lips around my shaft and sucks it rhythmically into his mouth my thrusts turn needy, violent almost, in pursuit of release.
My hands and feet go limp as I thrash against Carter, the sweet burn of pleasure rendering my limbs all but useless. He flattens his hands over my hips, but when he realizes my desire will not be contained he presses his face closer to my center. Pulling my dick into his warm mouth for a final time I shatter, wave upon wave of bliss coursing through me.
Time seems to stand still as my body writhes beneath him, unable to function beyond soaking up every ounce of pleasure Carter’s tongue can offer. He makes a valiant attempt to swallow everything I have to give, but seeing as privacy is a hard thing to come by when you’re living with your sister and brother-in-law, it’s fair to say I’m a little backed up, and what he can’t contain drips down to coat my stomach. Somehow that’s just as sexy as watching him try to drink me down.
When the tremors finally subside, I sink, dazed, into the mattress. I’m panting erratically as he crawls up my body, laying flush against me without giving me all his weight as I recover. Bringing his face to mine I kiss his lips, tasting myself.
His thick, hard cock rests on my stomach as he trails kisses from my mouth to my collarbone. “Feels like your thirty minutes are up.” I attempt to wiggle my hips, teasing him with a little friction.
“Turns out watching you come like that was all the inspiration I needed to make a quick recovery.” He teases me back, sliding his cock through the wetness pooling on my abs. It must have the same effect on him as it does me. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft groan, getting lost in the way we feel together.
“Yes,” I moan as his firm length rubs over my body, sending a jolt of lust throughout my body. “Don’t stop.”
“Sloan… I. Shit .” He goes eerily still.
“What?”
“No condoms.” He leans his forehead against mine with a heavy exhale. “I knew if I had them, I’d be tempted, and I honestly wasn’t sure we’d ever get here.”
Normally, those two little words would stop me in my tracks, but after our conversation earlier they barely register. If I can trust him with my career, can I trust him with my body?
“I’m clean. I’ve never… gone without.” I trap my lips between my teeth, waiting for his response.
He raises his head enough to see my eyes clearly. “I haven’t gone without either. Are you sure?”
The sincerity in his gaze tells me he’ll follow my lead, though the way he lifts and lowers his hips to drag his shaft over my torso suggests he likes this idea. And despite feeling completely wrung out just a moment ago, the friction of his cock along mine seems to wake my body up.
“I’m sure.”
Carter rolls off me and reaches toward the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. Kneeling between my legs, cock standing at attention, he’s just about to squirt a drop onto his palm when my hand shoots out to stop him.
“Can I?” I ask.
“You don’t want me to prep you?” A slight crease mars the space between his brows.
“You can, I just want to be the one to prep you. ”
Carter holds still for a moment during which I can’t tell if he’s surprised by the request or put off by it. Then he takes my hand and turns it so my palm is facing upward, squeezing the gel into my waiting hand. He straddles my waist, so his cock is within reach, and waits.
I rub the lube around to warm it, then clasp my fingers around his impressive shaft. He sucks in a ragged breath—I didn’t do the best job warming the gel since I was so anxious to touch him—but he soon relaxes enough to push his dick into my fist as I stroke, covering his length.
“Are you trying to make me come?” he whispers hoarsely as I slick him up, gently flexing my fingers around his shaft as I pump it.
“No. Just admiring how you feel.”
“Don’t admire too much or you won’t feel me in your ass.” Carter coats his index and middle finger and reaches behind him to press them against my hole.
“I won’t,” I assure him as he breeches me, and I fall into a contented state of bliss.
I open easily, my body anxious for the pleasure it knows is coming, and for several long minutes he fingers my hole while I leisurely prep his dick the way I fantasized about each time I saw it rising under the sheet. I never expected that fantasy to become reality, so I take my time fondling it, savoring the heavy weight of it in my hand, and the way my touch seems to make Carter’s breath hitch.
Despite telling him I wouldn’t get carried away, I’m in no rush to let go of his cock, so it’s not until Carter pulls back with a visible shudder that I realize he’s barely hanging on. I spread my legs so he can settle between them, and exhale steadily as he pushes inside.
He enters me in one long, smooth motion, coming to a rest when he’s fully seated. I’m not sure if the pause is to savor the feeling, to make sure he’s not hurting me, or to regain his composure. Either way, the doubts that had been bouncing around in my head fade away as I register how good he feels. How right. Like puzzle pieces fitting together.
“Jesus,” he mumbles through a ragged breath. “I don’t have the words to tell you how incredible this feels.”
Neither do I, especially considering the direction my mind just wandered. Instead, I clench my ass around his shaft. He gives me a strangled moan in return. “Yeah, I need to move too.”
Slowly at first, Carter rocks back and forth, exploring the boundaries. When he finds none, he starts to thrust in earnest, rolling his hips to increase the friction between us.
I’ve had sex before, good sex, but it’s nothing like what I feel with Carter. He uses his full length to pleasure us both, withdrawing almost completely before pressing back in, hitting all my sensitive spots along the way. And the view…I’ve never seen anything like it.
Arms that bulge as they hold his weight above me.
Stomach muscles rippling as he pistons.
Pecs hovering just above my face, smooth and hard.
The more we move the more desperate we become, damp skin slapping together as we fight to get as close as our bodies will let us.
Despite my recent orgasm, the familiar tingle of pressure starts to gather between my legs moments after he enters me. I try to hold it off, to prolong the moment, but I’m helpless to stop the inevitable, especially when the tip of his cock nudges that bundle of nerves deep inside my core, each thrust propelling me closer and closer to the edge. Wrapping my legs around Carter’s back I squeeze as hard as I can, hoping the friction will carry him over the cliff with me.
He must sense I’m close, increasing the pace and the pressure he’s using to drive into me with near reckless abandon. I can do little else but hang on, and I love it .
“Come with me, Sloan. Come now,” he grunts in my ear.
Until this moment, I would’ve said finishing on command was impossible, but between the desperation in his words and the frantic need behind his thrusts, I shatter exactly as he tells me to, my cries echoing throughout the room as I detonate.
A nirvana I’ve never felt before pulsates up my spine, along my limbs, causing my toes to cramp in a way that borders on painful save for the ecstasy that ignited it.
“Fuck!” Carter pumps through his own release, driving as deep and hard as he can.
Though his body stills I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, the aftershocks consuming him. I did that. It damn near sends me over the edge again.
“Fuck that was incredible.” Carter’s chest heaves as he leans his forehead against mine and tries to catch his breath. “I knew from the first moment you touched me it would be.”
“I thought that, too.” My legs fall from his back as I register just how tightly I’m clinging to him, my muscles protesting despite the fact I’m trying to give them relief. Unfortunately, as the feeling returns, so does the voice of reason I conveniently tuned out when I accepted his room key. “I should go,” I blurt without warning.
“You’re satisfied already?” He nuzzles my neck.
I lift my shoulders, forcing his lips off me before they tempt me further. “I have a shift at Murphy’s tonight.” Though that’s true, part of me wants to vanish before things get awkward. Having sex with your boss is one thing, pillow talk is another.
“Call in sick.” His mouth ghosts over my lips.
“I can’t do that to Lennon.”
“Fine, come back after.”
“My sister would freak out if I don’t come home tonight.”
He props himself up on an elbow to study me. “You answer to your sister?”
“Trust me, it’s better if they don’t know about this. Not yet.”
“Why?” His brows draw together.
“If I don’t come home, they’ll ask where I was, and Finn will go all big brother on me if he finds out about this.”
“He dislikes me that much?” Carter withdraws and flops onto his back.
I follow him, propping my chin on his chest as I trace my finger over the muscle in an effort to diffuse his knee-jerk reaction. It feels more natural than it should at this stage. “He doesn’t know you.”
“We had a meeting today. A good one.”
“That’s a start. But I don’t want anything between us to cloud his judgment of you.” I don’t know if one encounter means there is an us, but Finn is far too skeptical of Carter to know about what happened here, especially if it won’t go any further. And if it does, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
“When will I see you again? Outside my office.” He captures my wandering fingers in his hand and gives them a kiss.
“I’m not sure. I work several doubles over the next few days. Maybe Wednesday, I only work at the spa in the morning.”
“Come to my office when you’re done.” He places a soft kiss on my lips, and with that gesture, I start to think an us might be in the cards. I don’t know whether to be excited about that prospect, or ashamed that I’ve knowingly put my libido above my career.