Chapter 15 #2
“Patience.” Carnage nips my ball sac. “Fuck, I think I could live here between your legs. You’re so tight and responsive. Can’t wait to feel my cock inside you.”
“P-please. Need.”
Carnage chuckles and returns his mouth to my hole. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.
“I think you’re ready,” he says, kissing my inner thigh. “Do you think you’re ready?”
“Yes, dammit. Fuck me.”
He hovers above me, amusement on his face as he reaches down and gives my needy cock one slow stroke.
“Mean.” I pout, and that makes him chuckle again.
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
He pulls his fingers out and I whimper at the loss. Carnage rolls onto his side and opens his nightstand, taking out a bottle of lube and a condom. I frown.
“Do you have to use those? I’m a butt sex virgin.”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, but you always use them, right?”
Carnage pauses, studying my face. “Yes, but they’re not foolproof. I don’t want you to worry later about a spur-of-the-moment decision.”
“You get tested?”
His lips curl slightly. “Yes.”
“And? When was the most recent one?”
“Uh, three months ago, I think.”
“And it was negative?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve been safe since?”
“Yeah, and I’m on PrEP.”
Smiling, I lift my hands to squeeze his shoulders. “Please, Carn. I want to feel all of you. You’re safe and I’m a newbie. I trust you.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’ve never… Jesus, Rue. I might come the second I get inside.”
“Then we can just do it again. Please? You said I can have anything I want.”
Carnage shakes his head. “You are something else.”
“I want you. I want this. I know what I’m asking for.”
He nods. “Yeah, you can have it.”
I smile. “Do it. Fill me up, Carn. Give me everything and make me feel it. I want to remember where you’ve been every time I move tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as he opens the lube and slicks up his impressive cock. Then he uses his slippery fingers to massage my hole again. “It might hurt a little at first.”
“I know. I’ve had stuff in there, just not a dick.”
He chuckles. “Of course.” Grabbing his shaft, he lines the head up with my hole, rubbing back and forth as we both breathe heavily.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he slowly pushes inside me, and all I can do is react to the intrusion. His fingers didn’t come close to how thick his cock feels entering me. He’s stretching me to my limits and changing my perspective of sex as I knew it.
His brow is creased and he’s watching me intently. “Okay?”
I nod, reminding myself to breathe. I blow out a slow breath and hold on to him. “Oh my god.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not in a bad way. It’s a lot, but it’s… it’s good. So good.”
His hips move and he slips in deeper. My breath hitches and I squeeze my eyes closed to deal with the stinging until it subsides into fullness. It’s not pleasure yet, but it’s not pain either.
“Almost in,” Carnage says, reminding me that he’s got inches to go before he bottoms out.
He’s a decent but normal size, and I think about all the porn I’ve watched with guys who have baseball bats for cocks, wondering how their scene partners took those beasts. Maybe practice makes perfect.
“Jesus, fuck,” Carnage says as he bottoms out. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight.”
I nod, opening my eyes to focus on his face.
He’s so gorgeous, like art really, and right now, at least for tonight, he’s mine.
I’d never let myself believe he could be mine for good.
What do I have to offer a man like Carnage long term?
But I’m grateful for this. He’s right—I’ll remember tonight forever.
“Gotta move, precious.”
I hold his shoulders. “Yes.”
Then he slides back and in again and pure bliss washes over me. I’m so full, but it’s a very different sensation than a toy or a finger. It’s smooth and hard, warm and alive. It’s fucking everything.
“Can you handle more?” Carnage asks.
“Yes. Give me everything. I want to be your pleasure.”
“Fuck.” He kisses me. “You are. Trust me.”
Then he starts to pump his hips a little faster, and as he does, I feel my body loosen up and accept him completely. He hits my prostate, and I damn near jump out of my skin, moaning his name loudly, not caring if the whole house can hear me right now.
“Jesus,” Carnage grunts. “Your body is… Fuck. I’m not gonna last.”
“You gonna come inside me? I want to feel that. So much. I want your cum dripping out of me when it’s done.”
Carnage moans, slamming his mouth into mine.
As we kiss, he snaps his hips, fucking me so deeply that I wonder how much I can take before I simply combust from all this desire.
My cock rubs against his stomach, but it’s not enough.
I reach between us, but Carnage smacks my hand away, taking over as he lifts himself up.
He strokes my cock in time with his thrusts, and I dig my fingers into the sheets, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Carnage is a man on a mission, pounding into me, and he looks so good I almost want to cry. His curly hair bounces with his movements and his eyes burn as they search mine. His full, parted lips tempt me to taste them again, but he’s in charge, and I want him to be.
“Fuck, Rue,” Carnage grits out, his voice shaky. “Gonna come. Gonna fill you up.”
“Yes. Yes, please. Want you. All of you.”
He grunts and his rhythm stutters as his body tenses, his muscles tightening and veins popping in his arms. I grip his pecs, stunned by how incredible he looks as his cock thickens and spasms inside me.
My orgasm hits with such intensity that I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. My vision flashes white, and I arch into Carnage as tears slide down my cheeks.
The stretch is intense, but all that is washed away by the reality of what’s happening. His thrusts slow as he empties into me then drops down and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
I wrap my arms around him, kissing the side of his head with my fingers buried in his hair. He’s heavy, we’re both sticky with sweat and cum, and I’ve never felt happier in my life.
“I’m so fucking screwed,” Carnage whispers, shocking me.
“I’m sorry, what?”
He lifts his head, searching my eyes. “You. How did you do…?” He shakes his head.
“I’m confused. Wasn’t that good?”
“Good?” He scoffs. “You have no idea how fucking delectable you are. How perfect you are. Now that I’ve had you, experienced all that you are, there’s no way I can let you go.”
“What?”
“I was committed to helping you get your life back on track and encouraging you to do anything you wanted, and in some ways, I still am, but you weren’t supposed to…
” He pauses again, dragging his hand through his unruly curls.
“You weren’t supposed to affect me. You weren’t supposed to make me want this.
Your personality is adorable and compelling and there are so many unexplored layers to you…
And then this. Tonight. I’m sorry, Rue, but I’m keeping you. ”