34. Megyn
CHAPTER 34
MEGYN
I led Carter to the bedroom by his tie and tugged him inside, then kicked the door shut behind us. I turned back to him and he was already there, shoving me up against the door and kissing me with fervent urgency. His lips pressed down hard on mine, devoured them.
I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tightly while our lips danced and collided between us. I pressed my hips to his, felt the heat of his erection rubbing between my legs. I wriggled and grinded against him, my eyes closing from how good it felt. Sparks pulsated deep inside me, ignited by the push and press of our bodies together.
“Carter,” I moaned, arching my back and rubbing harder on him. I spread my legs, lifted one to wrap around his waist. His hard manhood nudged right over my jeans-clad slit, almost driving me crazy with anticipation. He was right there, so close, and I couldn’t have him.
Carter made a soft growling sound and pushed his body harder on mine, pressing my rear to the door. I trembled all over and skimmed my hands down his back to his butt and pulled him even closer to me, grinding harder on him. I was his. I belonged to him. Nothing had ever been clearer to me than right there in that moment when I was at the mercy of his lust.
Carter thrust his tongue into my mouth and bucked his hips on mine. I gasped into his mouth and gripped him tighter with my leg. He pushed his fingers into my hair, curled them around the strands and held tight.
I worked my hands around to the front of him and tugged on his zipper, undoing the button. I shoved his pants down by the waistband and then did the same to his underwear, though I struggled at first to get those down over his huge erection. I had to hold him in my hand and guide him out of the way.
Carter groaned at my touch and rubbed himself in my hand. I slid my hand up and down his length a single time, all the way from the base of his shaft to his swollen, needful tip. I was also beginning to feel pretty swollen and needful myself. Being trapped in my clothes was suddenly aggravating and I wriggled around, trying to get out of them.
Carter stepped out of his pants and underwear, kicking them out of the way. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and said, “Allow me,” and then yanked it up and over my head in one fell swoop. My breasts came free, making him gasp. “No bra?”
I blushed and giggled, rubbing my breasts on his chest. “I took it off as soon as I came home. I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”
“Did it!” he exclaimed. Carter held my breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging them. My nipples tingled as he rubbed them, hardening. “You had this planned the whole time.”
“I did,” I admitted, and giggled more. I pushed myself to his hands, my heartbeat skipping.
“You sexy thing you.” Still holding my breasts, Carter leaned in closer and kissed me hard. “You know you have me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good. That’s just the way I like it.” Carter grabbed my hand and pulled me over to bed. I undid my jeans on the way and walked out of them, fully nude by the time we reached our destination.
We rolled onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs, wrapped around each other. Our lips met again and we kissed while our bodies pressed and rubbed together, sliding over each other in a mimic of sex. I couldn’t get enough of touching him, running my hands over his body everywhere I could reach. He moved and arched in response to my touch, his tongue flicking around in my mouth.
His erection throbbed hot and hard on my thigh.
Suddenly, I couldn’t endure the wait any longer. I needed him and I needed him right then. I groaned out a soft swear and grabbed his hips, trying to pull him on top of me.
Carter resisted for a moment and kept kissing me, deliberately tormenting me. I couldn’t shift his greater weight and let out a longer, louder groan. Laughing at me, he gave in and rolled over on top of me.
Our bodies fit together so well that the tip of him pressed between my lips, spreading me just the slightest, just enough to drive me crazy. He had always been the one to nudge me outside of my comfort zone and now I felt myself losing control for him, turning into a wild and sex-crazed woman I hardly recognized as myself. But I wasn’t afraid of what he would think. He loved me. Accepted me. He always had and I was certain he always would.
I grabbed Carter’s butt and thrust myself on him.
Carter moved with me, pushing himself inside me. Our bodies rocked and we worked at each other back and forth until he was buried inside me, our thighs pushing together.
I panted, breathless, my body twisting and writhing uncontrollably on his spear. He filled me, pressed on me in all the right ways. I couldn’t get enough. I bucked my body on his, lifting my butt up off the mattress.
Sliding his hands underneath me, Carter pulled me even harder against him. We pushed together, our bodies locked, grinding, writhing, friction generating powerful heat.
“I love you,” Carter rasped. He looked down at me with his hair crazy, hanging in his eyes.
I placed my hand on his cheek, the hairs of his beard prickling my palm. “I love you,” I whispered back. I thrust on him, felt his manhood hit against the back of me. A spasm shook my whole body and I thrust again right away, and then again, rebounding each time with more force, greater urgency.
Carter moved with me, thrusting his body on mine, his manhood gliding through my wetness.
We fell into a rhythm, rocking back and forth. The soft wet slaps of our bodies coming together echoed in his bedroom, a steady metronome which the cadence of our rasping breaths ignored.
I felt myself getting closer, my senses expanding. I was aware of everything all at once, all of it building and building inside me until, suddenly, I could contain it no longer. Spasms gripped me and my back arched. Heat lurched through my body, taking away my awareness, my mind. Just before I lost myself, I cried out, “Carter!”
And then every muscle in my body locked tight, the throes of orgasm upon me. I felt Carter’s manhood buried inside me, hot against my pulsating inner walls, but that was all. Everything else was heat and light and color, a blurry melding of sensation.
I just barely heard Carter groaning over top of me, barely was aware of him spilling his heat inside me. His body collapsed on top of mine, his arms wreathing around me. I buried my face in his neck and breathed in his scent. The warmth and press of his body on mine, his weight, slowly led me out of the haze of heat and back to reality.
“I love you so much, Megyn,” Carter said again. He nuzzled his lips on mine, pressed our foreheads together.
I didn’t have the breath with which to answer. I just held him tight and hoped he understood. From his soft laughter, he did.
I sighed and lay my cheek on his, loving his beard.
“Do you smell something?” he whispered into my ear.
“Oh, gross, Carter!” I said, pushing at him. I couldn’t help but to laugh, though. “What a way to ruin the mood.”
“No,” he said, laughing with me. “Not that. It’s almost like…”
A distant, protracted beeping sound cut him off.
“The fire alarm!” I yelped.
“My cookies!” Carter exclaimed. He rolled off me and hobbled out of the bedroom.
I managed to find the strength to follow him, my legs shaking the whole way. I reached the kitchen just in time to see him closing the oven. He turned around, holding the cookies in his mitted hand.
I had never seen anything sexier than a naked man, his manhood still wet from being inside me, holding a tray of cookies.
Unfortunately, the cookies were ruined, ringed with charcoal-black burns.
Carter set the tray down with a clatter on the countertop. “I hope it’s okay if I decide I don’t want to eat the cookies you made for me.”
I came up beside him and wrapped my arm around his waist. I grabbed a spatula and used it to flip over one of the cookies. The bottom was just as charred. “Is there any way Antonio can save these?”
Just then, footsteps approached and Antonio came into the kitchen. “What on earth are you two doing?” He saw us, standing naked next to a tray of burned cookies, and let out a girlish shriek of alarm. “Holy crap! Boss! My eyes !”
The sound of a car door from outside added to the chaos. Carter yelled, “Brian and Maggie are here!”
“We’re having guests for dinner?” Antonio cried, holding his hands over his eyes. “I don’t have enough ingredients!”
I ran for the bedroom to put on some clothes, hearing Maggie and Brian’s hollow footsteps as they walked up the ramp to the front door. I managed to get into the bedroom without being seen, though Carter evidently wasn’t so lucky, if Brian’s shout of dismay was anything to go by.
I started laughing and could hardly get my clothes on. Carter joined me in the bedroom soon after and collapsed on the bed, holding one hand over his heart. “Just when I think everything is under control,” he sputtered.
I sat down beside him and kept laughing.
Carter looked up at me with his green eyes narrowed, and then he also started laughing. He reached for me and pulled me into his strong arms, kissing my cheeks and lips and chin. “We’re never going to have a dull moment, are we?”
“Nope!” I said, and laughed more, and kissed him deeply.
I couldn’t wait for our chaotic future together. It was difficult for me to believe how hard and fast I had fallen for him, how quickly we had moved in together, but I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t think I’d ever be afraid again as long as I had him by my side.
Antonio luckily figured out another plan for dinner, preparing a roasted chicken instead of steak, and all four of us had more than enough to eat. It was a great time with a lot of teasing and outbursts of laughter, compounded by copious amounts of a wine carefully selected by Antonio to compliment the meal.
As it got darker, the four of us transitioned outside to sitting on the beach around Carter’s newly-installed firepit. We had all the fixings for s’mores, and Brian ate more than triple the amount of anyone else. I wasn’t interested in the dessert so much as I was happy to be there, sitting back and watching my friends and the love of my life interact while the sun sank down the horizon. Gold and crimson blurred into deep purples and blues, with that thin little strip of green at the bottom that only ocean sunsets can have. The odors of salt and smoke mingled, and the cold breeze and warmth of the fire played together in an endless spiraling dance.
“You know,” Maggie said, “I’m a little jealous of you, Carter.”
Carter put his hand on my thigh and looked over at my best friend, eyebrows raised. “And why is that?”
“I’ve only been telling Megyn she can move in with me for ages, and then you come along and she jumps in your house at the first opportunity.”
I rolled my eyes, not that she would really be able to see that I did in the darkness. “This might shock you, but I don’t want to be anyone’s charity case. Except for Carter’s.”
Brian started laughing. “Look out, Carter. You’ve created a monster.”
Carter wrapped his arm around my shoulders and murmured to me, “You’d better watch out. I know where you live.”
I giggled and held his chin and kissed him.
Maggie whispered to Brian, “Are they going to get naked again?”
I laughed against Carter’s lips, and soon everyone else was, too.