Chapter 11
Rue
I’ve always known I was different from the people I grew up around—weirder, attracted to the morbid, and tonight just proved it.
Watching Carnage beat that man to oblivion probably should have bothered me, but if I’m being honest with myself, I have to admit it turned me on.
I should be grossed out that Carnage has another person’s blood on his clothes and skin.
Surely my germ phobia should be triggered, but so far, nothing.
I’m still wrapped around him like a koala clinging to a tree.
The ride home is quiet, which gives me time to think about what happens once we’re alone in his bedroom again. If I play my cards right, he’s going to give me what I want and finally let me get this monkey off my back. By morning, I won’t be a virgin anymore. I’m so excited I can barely sit still.
When we pull up to the house, Carnage squeezes my knee and smiles at me.
He looks like a Greek god, or maybe one of those renaissance statues I remember from art history class.
His soft curls frame his face perfectly, and his eyes, the color of chestnuts, are so warm.
They epitomize the sensuality pouring off the man.
Even now, after seeing him lose his absolute shit on someone, he’s so calm that it makes me calm too.
I definitely made the right choice reaching out to him that night at the club.
We say goodnight to the others before heading into his bedroom.
“I’m gonna shower,” he says. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Can I…” I pause, then swallow my nerves. “Can I join you?”
“You want to shower with me?”
“Yes. I want to wash you.”
His gaze softens and he nods. “Come on, then.”
I hurry to catch up, kicking off my boots on the way. The bathroom is pretty spacious and everything is so clean. It’s not at all like the gross house Leon lived in. I barely wanted to shower there, afraid mold would jump off the walls and onto me, so I kept my showers quick.
This bathroom makes you want to take your time. There’s a built-in bench in the shower stall and I bet it’s nice to sit there and let the water and steam envelop you.
“Are you rich?” I unbutton my vest.
Carnage shrugs. “That’s a subjective term. We have enough. It helps that the house is paid for and we don’t really have any overhead expenses. Some of us have expensive hobbies, but I really don’t, so most of my paycheck goes into savings.”
“How are you paid? A yearly salary or, like, by the job?”
He smiles and pulls his t-shirt over his head. “A salary with bonuses. It’s very fair. We all get paid the same amount.”
“Neat.” I work on the very tight pants next, wiggling out of them.
When I look over at Carnage, he’s kicking his jeans off and pulling his briefs down with them.
Then he’s naked, and what a sight he is.
He’s all carved muscle, drawing me to touch him, but when my gaze moves to his torso, that delectable V making my mouth water, then lower to his cock, my breath catches.
Wow.
He’s not even fully hard yet, but wow. He’s a nice size. Maybe the perfect size. Thick but not intimidating, long but not too much. And he’s veiny. So veiny. I didn’t know dicks could look that good. My stomach is doing somersaults of desire. God, I want to touch him.
Slowly, and a little shyly, I pull my briefs off too. Carnage’s eyes heat and he licks his lips.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says.
“So are you. You look like Michelangelo sculpted you and brought you to life.”
He smiles. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“It’s true.”
I study him for a moment, noting the blood smeared through his eyebrow and along his hairline. Somehow, I’m not repulsed at all. Just the opposite. Maybe I really do like danger.
Carnage takes my hand and leads me into the shower stall. There are two sets of showerheads on the wall and two above us, completely surrounding us with steamy water. It feels amazing.
Carnage lets the water wash away the blood, and I grab the bodywash and a scrubby. While he’s still under the stream with his eyes closed, I start to wash his body. He moans softly and his shoulders relax. After dragging his hands over his face, he opens his eyes and smiles at me.
“That feels nice, but your hands would feel better.”
“It’s okay to touch you directly?”
“More than okay.”
I drop the scrubby and pour bodywash on my hands, rubbing them together to lather them, then I press my fingers to his chest, and my breath catches. He’s muscular but still manages to be soft under my touch. He has a bit of hair across his chest and down his torso, but not much. It’s soft too.
I rub my hands all over him—under his arms, over his shoulders, across his pecs. I’m aware of my swelling cock, but I’m too nervous to look at his until he grabs my wrist and slides my hand down. I finally let myself touch him.
I gasp, my eyes following the movement. Damn.
His dick looks incredible sliding in and out of my clenched hand.
Carnage is holding my shoulders for balance, but I slowly drop to my knees.
I want him in my mouth so much it’s watering.
It’s probably going to be the worst blow job he’s ever had, but maybe I’ll get points for enthusiasm, because I really, really want this.
I open my mouth and dart my tongue out to taste his tip. He’s still a little soapy, so I splash water on him to wash it away, and when I glance up, he’s watching me with sexy, hooded eyes as I close my mouth around his cock.
I’ve imagined a thousand times what it would be like to finally have a cock in my mouth, and it’s clear now that my fantasies had nothing on the real thing. Carnage feels heavy on my tongue, warm, and he tastes a little salty now that the soap is gone.
I worried I’d be grossed out by sharing bodily fluids, but nope. Nothing but lust happening right now. The shower probably helps.
I experiment with how far I can take him down my throat before I gag, and I’m surprised. Farther than I thought. Gripping his thighs for support, I dive in, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby. You’re doing good.”
His praise lights me up, encouraging me to do more. I slurp around his girth, then reach out to gently touch his balls. Carnage hisses, twisting his fingers in my hair and tugging just enough for me to feel a slight sting.
“Fuck,” Carnage grunts, pumping his hips slowly and fucking my mouth.
Yes! I love this. I love how he feels, how he tastes. I love all of it.
I relax my throat and look up to silently encourage him to keep going. Use me. Oh fuck. Just thinking that makes my cock twitch and swell even more, but I don’t touch it. I want this to last as long as possible.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” Carnage says. “You’re doing such a good job for me, Rue. So good.”
I want to be perfect. I want him to want more with me, so I slide my hands to his ass and shove his cock as far into my throat as it will go, and even as I choke and gag, tendrils of heat spread through me. I feel dirty and naughty and all kinds of amazing.
“Yes,” Carnage moans, pumping his hips. “I’m gonna come, baby, so if you don’t want a mouthful, you need to pull off.”
“No,” I mumble around his cock.
“No, what? You don’t want my cum?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill your mouth?”
I nod, my eyes watering, fixed on his sexy face.
“Oh fuck, beautiful. Gonna come so hard, and it’s all because of your talented mouth. You’re so damn perfect.”
Perfect. I’m perfect to him.
My jaw hurts and I’ve got zero rhythm, but that seems okay because Carnage tenses, and when the first salty spurt of cum hits my tongue, I’m done for.
I reach down and stroke my desperate cock, swallowing every drop Carnage feeds me, and when my release hits, I collapse, overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding my body.
Before I can recover, Carnage scoops me up and turns me to face the bench, and then he’s on his knees, eating my ass like his life depends on it.
Oh god, this feels amazing. Who knew? Holy crap. Could I put my mouth on him like this?
Carnage licks and sucks my hole, pushing my hand off my dick to finish stroking me through my orgasm until I’m so sensitive that I recoil.
I sink back into his arms, drenched in water that’s still warm, but cooling. My legs feel like jelly. Wow. Holy fucking wow.
“So good for me,” Carnage whispers, kissing my neck.
Then he tilts my head back and kisses my lips, softly, sweetly, but I want more. I twist in his arms, settling in his lap and deepening the kiss. After a few delicious minutes, he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.
“You’re a surprise, Rue.”
“A good one, I hope?”
“The best.”