Chapter Nineteen #2
He guided himself in the beginning, hand on his cock as he flexed in and out. But when I challenged his pace, when I took more of him than he was pushing and gagged a bit, he cursed, both hands coming to cradle my face.
And he surrendered to his need.
His cock slid inside my throat, deep, enough to make my eyes water when he flexed and held it there.
“Yes, Liv. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
I hummed my approval of the dirty talk, opening my throat and working with my breath as best I could.
He was big, and though I’d put myself through deep throat training, it was always a little difficult for me to settle in at first. I had to remind myself I was safe, that I could breathe, that I could take a break any time I needed to.
With that reminder, I relaxed, and used my hands to grab Carter’s ass and help him fuck my throat.
He was tentative at first, slow and reverent from where he watched me above. But the more I swirled my tongue and took him deep, the more I kept my gaze on his, the more erratic he became. He pumped harder, faster, flexing in so deep that I would gag and choke.
And he loved it.
“God, yes. You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”
I moaned and nodded, and Carter’s head fell back, all his muscles coiling.
I knew he was close.
And that was the exact moment I pulled back.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his cock jumping when I left it completely untouched. I loved the sight of it, how he trembled and fisted my ponytail tight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Liv.”
I pinned him with a wicked grin, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb before I held up my hands in a silent plea for him to help me stand.
He swallowed hard as he did, his breath fiery and shallow.
“I hope you enjoyed your treat for being a good boy,” I purred, and then I nodded toward my bed. “Now, lie down, lube your ass, and keep fucking that perfect hand of yours while I get ready.”
The storm swirling inside him was so apparent in his wide eyes. There was a little fear there, a little hesitance — but it was overridden by curiosity, by desire, by trust.
“May I kiss you first?”
The question surprised me so much I couldn’t hide my shock. I blinked, lips parting, the words throwing me out of the scene.
Carter didn’t back down. His eyes searched mine, patient.
“Um… yes,” I answered on a whisper. “Yes. You may kiss me.”
I wasn’t sure I understood the relief that washed over him then, but I didn’t have time to process it before his hands were sliding in to frame my face and he was pulling my mouth to his.
The kiss was tender and sweet, longing, like he was trying to speak to me through it. He kissed me once, twice, before opening his mouth and asking me to do the same. His tongue swept in to dance with mine, and electricity sparked between my thighs with the touch.
“Whatever is going on, just know I’m here with you,” he whispered.
And then the sweetness was gone.
The kiss turned hungrier, more frantic, laced with passion and arousal. I wove my hands through his hair and arched into it, and Carter wrapped me up fully, making me feel so safe and protected in his arms.
“I love tasting myself on you,” he rasped against my lips.
I moaned, kissing him harder, all while my heart beat with a very unsteady, very unfamiliar rhythm in my chest.
When he pulled back, my lids were heavier, my hands clinging to his shoulders like I’d fall if he didn’t hold me steady.
Wordlessly, he lifted my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it with a mischievous smirk, and then he did as I commanded, walking to the bed and crawling into it before reaching for the lube.
My pulse ticked up, anticipation thrumming through me like a river.
I stepped into the harness, buckling it tight around my hips as I watched him recline against my pillows. His hand was already between his legs, slick fingers working over himself with slow, deliberate circles.
The sight alone made my breath hitch.
“Such a good boy,” I murmured, adjusting the strap-on, testing the weight of it in my hand. “You take directions so well.”
His eyes darted to mine, heat sparking there. I marked all the proof of his anxiety, from the pinch of his brows to the thick swallow that constricted his throat. But under that surface-level emotion was what I loved to see most.
Excitement.
I crawled up the bed, the mattress dipping under my knees as I came between his spread thighs. My palm slid up his shin, over his knee, tracing the thick muscle of his quad until I rested my hand on his wrist. “Don’t stop,” I instructed. “I want you touching yourself while I’m inside you.”
He swallowed and nodded, his hand returning to his cock as I slicked the toy with lube. Then I reached for the lube bottle again, pouring more into my palm before stroking it along his entrance, my fingers pressing just enough to feel him shiver.
“Breathe for me, Rookie.”
I lined the toy up, my free hand braced beside his ribs, holding his gaze. The moment I began to push in, his lips parted in a quiet gasp.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Let me in… nice and slow. You’re doing so fucking well.”
He nodded, but his hand on his cock sped up instinctively. I smiled at the unconscious honesty of it, working myself in inch by blissful inch.
I wanted him to feel every single one.
We kept our eyes locked. The air between us thickened, heavy with the sound of our breathing, the faint squeak of the harness shifting, the wet slide of his hand. And when I was finally seated all the way in, Carter whimpered.
“Fucking hell, Liv.” He gasped the words, his hand moving over his cock with more intensity as he looked where I was nestled between his legs.
I withdrew just an inch before thrusting inside again, this time tilting my aim up to brush along his prostate.
The moan he let out was intense and unashamed, a higher pitch than normal, his eyes squeezing shut as he flexed his hips into his hand.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, picking up the rhythm to mirror the way he stroked himself. “Feel me. Let go.”
It didn’t take long — I could see the heat climbing his cheeks, the tension gathering in his abs. His breathing quickened, his fist working faster, and I matched him, hips rocking in time with his strokes until his whole body went taut.
“Liv—”
“Tell me.”
“I’m coming. I’m—”
I pushed in hard, deep, and that was all it took. He came with a shuddering cry, spilling over his abdomen and chest, his entire body shaking and his free hand gripping my thigh tight.
Power hummed through my veins as I watched him, as I fucked him to ecstasy and bore witness to the way he completely gave in to the moment, to me.
“Wow. Look at you,” I praised when he squeezed out the last of his release, his hand falling slack as aftershocks rolled through him.
I slowed instantly, easing out with care so I didn’t pull too quickly. I savored the way Carter looked now — dazed, flushed, gorgeous.
“Incredible, Rook,” I praised, my voice soft now.
I removed the strap before slowly climbing up his body, pressing a kiss to his hip, then to the trail of his abdomen, tasting the salt of his release as I worked my way up to his chest. “No one turns me on like you do. You know that? No one does this for me the way you do.”
His breathing was still uneven as I showered him with praises, but his arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close. I let him, settling into the space we’d just made together, my hand smoothing over his sternum in slow circles.
“You’re safe,” I reminded him. “You listened so well. I’ll be dreaming about this.”
He blew out a long breath, looking down at me with a sleepy, sated grin. “You’ll be dreaming about it? I just had my whole world blown up.”
I chuckled, pressing up to kiss his jaw. “How did it feel?”
“It was more intense than the plugs, a little painful at first but… not for long. I felt like I was instantly overwhelmed, but in a hot way. Like I felt like I could come as soon as you were inside me.”
“Because it feels forbidden. It’s new and exciting and out of the norm.”
He nodded. “And then there was the sight of you on top of me in this,” he said, plucking at the lace around my breast. “You look good enough to eat, Liv. And I’d very much like to do just that.”
“Tonight was about you,” I half-heartedly argued as he started to kiss his way down my body. “I need to get you cleaned up.”
“We can take a shower after,” he said, nipping at my thigh. “And don’t lie to me, Mistress. We both know you needed tonight.”
I leaned up on my elbows, watching him navigate my garters and silk thong until he had me exposed for him.
“It’s okay to have needs, too,” he said before I could argue, spreading my legs wide. He tossed my thighs on top of his shoulders. “You can be in control and still receive.”
“So, it’s you giving the lessons now?” I breathed in a challenge.
“If my student will shut up and let me,” he shot right back.
And then his mouth was on me, and all other thoughts were lost.