Chapter 37
CARLIE
Arough tongue catches me off guard as it sweeps through my center. I was prepared to be impaled . . . This, this is pure bliss, and I can’t control what it does to me as Lawson devours my pussy like a man starved.
He tugs on my clit with his teeth, and my back curves, sending my breasts into the seat and pulling a mewl from my lips. My legs tremble, hands gripping the cushion supporting my chest and head. My ass is so high in the air I should be mortified. But for Lawson, I’m just desperate.
I’m dying for every tiny touch he gives me.
He plays my body like he’s its conductor.
“Fuck, a man could get used to this view, this taste. Spread those pretty thighs a little more for me.”
I wedge my knees into the edges of the sofa, but my left knee slips.
“Hmm. Technical difficulties. And I want you spread for me, Carlie.”
He grips my hips, turning me ninety degrees. My chest now rests on the back of the sofa, and he nudges my legs so wide, I have to curve my back once again to support myself on the back of the sofa, ass canted toward him as he drops to his knees.
Like the fucking king he is.
That makes me his queen.
I stifle a chuckle at my lame-ass thought.
A hand slaps my left ass cheek, and I jerk, glancing back.
“Focus, Princess.”
“I am.”
He raises a single brow.
“On you being on your knees for me,” I whisper.
“You like that? Me worshipping you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good.” The word is almost a growl.
Without another word, he grips my inner thighs just shy of my entrance and runs his tongue over my soaked center, suckling my clit.
All thoughts of kings and queens fizzle out as I moan, tempted to bite down on the sofa.
“Hell, you’re drenched, baby.”
“Less talking, more fucking, Cowboy.”
“Bossy little woman,” he says, shoving two fingers inside me without warning.
“Ah, fuck. God yes,” I whimper, wriggling my hips, needing more.
Needing Lawson to fill me up.
Every last inch of him inside me is what I’m salivating for.
He pumps his fingers in and out. “Look at you, Princess. Dripping wet, soaking my damn hand.”
“I don’t want your hand. It’s not enough,” I rasp.
He retracts his hand and rocks back on his heels.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I say on a groan.
His breaths are now choppy, and I see the way he’s restraining himself. So, I rise a little and tilt my ass at his eye level. “Please, Laws. Please, I’m burning up for you. So desperate.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
“Come on, let me have it, one delicious inch after the other.” I grab my breast, squeezing it before rolling the nipple between my fingers. “Oh, fuck, Cowboy.”
Rising, I sweep my hair over one shoulder and turn a little so he’s looking at my profile. I slide a hand down my belly and sweep a finger over my aching clit.
He fists his cock, his eyes closing as his head falls back. “Sweet Jesus, Carlie.”
I sink two digits into my aching core, and instantly my breathing hitches, my heart slamming into my rib cage.
“Look at me, Lawson.” My tone is harsher than I mean it to be, but it gets the desired result.
His eyes on me, unwavering.
“Should I just fuck my fingers until I come?”
“Let me see you do that.” He shuffles closer, his hand still working his cock.
I swirl my fingertips over my clit and can’t help the whimper that tumbles through my parted lips.
He reaches for me, aiming for my breast. I swat him away.
“Mine. You watch.”
“Fuck, now you’re making me earn it? This is your version of slow?”
“It is. And if I orgasm, you watch. You don’t touch. Got it?”
“Got it,” he rasps. His words are gravel.
He’s right where I want him.
I’m going to make sure my cowboy feels every second of this. Gets every blissful experience I can give him. The overwhelming desire to make him feel good has me dragging this out.
How fucking selfless of me.
I slip two fingers back into my soaked pussy.
The things a girl has to do to treat her man right . . .
I tamp down a smirk, and he tilts his head. “Fuck, Carlie. What the hell is going on in that head of yours?”
“Just you and your big cock, Cowboy. Promise.”
He huffs a laugh, pumping his cock harder. “Please, let me touch you.”
“Nope.”
I roll my nipple through two fingers, letting my eyes flutter shut, just to drive my point home.
Urgh, those last four words just made everything ten times worse.
Drive my—
Rough hands spin me toward the back of the sofa. My thighs are nudged wide, really wide, as Lawson winds my hair around one hand and tugs my hair backward.
“Sorry, Princess, that’s not going to work for me. I can’t not touch you.”
He thrusts upward, and I’m filled completely in the space of a heartbeat.
“Ah, fuck! Laws!”
I grip the sofa with one hand, lacing my fingers through his at my hip. He turns my head to the side, capturing my mouth. A beat later, he breaks the kiss, saying, “Good girl, keep screaming my name.”
He thunders into me as his hand leaves my hip. I cant my ass to get a better angle, and he fills me even deeper. Oh god, that’s—I’m going to—
Fuck.
His free hand collars my throat as my back presses into his chest and his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Every fucking day for as long as you’ll have me, this is exactly where you will come, wrapped around my cock. This is my job, got it?”
“Got it,” I rasp.
“Good, good girl. Now milk my fucking cock. Then do it again and again until I fill you up, Princess.”
I don’t respond—not verbally, anyhow. Instead, I raise one hand, reducing it to two fingers and press them to my forehead in a salute.
His jaw feathers and he thrust into me so deep, so hard, the blissful heat of release swells and explodes, sending me over the edge, wave after delicious wave.
Before I have time to recover from the orgasm of a lifetime, he’s hauled me onto his hips, and we’re on the floor, on the rug by the coffee table under the flat-screen.
“Hands and knees,” he barks.
I take my time lowering to the floor and arching my back before offering up my aching pussy, still wanting—no, needing—more.
“By the time I’m finished with you, we will have fucked on every surface in this tiny-ass apartment.” Lawson takes my hips, slamming into me before I can formulate a response.
After I catch my breath from his delectable assault, I glance over my shoulder. “Promises, promises, Cowboy.”
“You need it in writing, Captain?”
His face goes through every emotion as he waits for me to respond.
“I trust you. Have your way with me anywhere you want.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he grinds out.
I roll my eyes at him, and he flips me over, the air rushing from my lungs as my back hits the floor. Hips hauled upward, my legs wrap around his waist automatically as he sinks into me with a heady groan. “Every time I think it can’t get better, it fucking does.”
I can’t respond.
Each punishing stroke is deep, ratcheting up this blissful sensation in my core, sending an ache through my clit. I reach for it, desperate to ease the throbbing need.
Lawson growls—he fucking growls at me—as he swats my hand away, gripping my ass with one hand and flicking my sensitive nub with his other.
“Oh, fuck!” I jerk with each harsh flick he sends over my little bean.
It’s painful and delicious all at the same time. He slows his pace, alternating between long, languid strokes and harsh flicks. It sends me higher and higher with each movement.
“God, look at you, fucking writhing around my cock, Princess.”
He flicks my clit then leans over. “Show me those pretty pouty lips panting.”
He flicks it twice and slams into me before pulling out so, so slowly.
I grip the rug beneath me. Arching off the floor, I tremble.
Lawson rubs his fingertip over my clit. “This sweet little thing is driving you crazy?”
He flicks it again.
I moan and meet his gaze. “You are driving me crazy.”
He offers a smirk back, and . . .
Flicks again.
“Oh fuck, Laws. Please. Please . . .”
“You going to come on my cock again, Carlie?”
“Please, yes.”
He flicks again.
This time, he sinks into me slowly, all the while pinching my clit.
“I hate you,” I hiss, rocking my hips, waiting for the burn to subside. Wanting the bliss back.
And he gives it to me.
Fuck, how he gives it to me.
Lawson slams into me, one hand reaffirming on my hip, the other sliding over my lower belly before his thumb takes up a rhythm over my clit that pushes me higher with every tantalizing sweep of the pad of his finger.
From harsh to soft.
On the next deep, rough thrust, I explode around him. Bucking off the floor, a steady train of whimpers flies from my lips. His name, or parts of it, syllable stacked upon incoherent syllable, spewing from my mouth.
“Good girl. Fucking strangle my cock. Go on.”
He keeps up the pace, but his strokes turn sloppy, his grip tightening.
“Your turn, Cowboy. Fill me the fuck up.”
His lip curves on a half snarl as he does exactly that. With a low, raw growl, he sends ropes of heat deep inside me.
I go limp on the rug, closing my eyes as a shadow and warmth close in and hover above me.
I open my eyes to find myself caged in by Lawson.
His hands, on the floor on either side of my head, hold him up.
He leans down, still inside me, and kisses my lips, my cheeks, my temples, and finally my forehead.
I slide my hands into his hair, forcing his gaze to meet my own as I say, “Mine.”
Before he has a chance to respond, my phone vibrates in my bag where it hangs on the back of his front door, the sound noticeable now that our breathing has settled against the silence.
Lawson rises, leaving me to the rug in my boneless state.
“Oh fuck,” he utters as he hands me my phone.
Twelve missed calls from Mills.
No.
No, no, no, no . . .
Oh my fucking god.
I’m tucked into Lawson’s side as the Uber travels from his apartment to mine. God above, could they go any fucking slower?
“Can you go faster, please?” I hiss.
Lawson’s hand wraps around mine. The way his touch, his words seem to crack away at the hardened veneer around my heart. Right now, I wish that veneer was still flawless, because the thought of Mills needing me for hours and me not hearing her calls has the picnic food rising all on its own.
Twelve missed calls over four hours.
When I finally got through to her, she was breathless.
She’s been lying on the floor for four fucking hours, while we—while I—
“Oh god, I’m so fucking selfish.” I shove my hands into my hair before dragging them down my face where I leave it buried.
God knows what damage she’s done to herself.
Hell, she could be bleeding internally, and nobody would know . . .
Lawson’s phone rings.
“Yup, she’s at Carlie’s, I’ll shoot you the address. Meet us there, bud.”
He hangs up, not bothering with goodbyes.
“Miles is on shift; he took the call. He’s meeting us there.”
I sag against his side as the first tear spills over and rolls down my burning cheek.
If anything happens to Mills, I will never forgive myself.