Chapter 18
Rue
While Carn is in the shower I brush my teeth and freshen up a bit, excited to have him back home. Even though this isn’t really my home, it is for now. Unless he meant what he said about keeping me.
Is it weird that it doesn’t bother me at all when he says it? Like, shouldn’t I be worried that he’s just as oppressive as Leon is?
No, he’s not.
I know better. He’s intense, but he still checks in and makes sure things are okay with me. He would never take advantage the way Leon did.
I lie on the bed, waiting for him, letting myself imagine what a real relationship with Carnage could be like. I wonder what his name is. He told me all about his life but not his name. Obviously no one names a baby Carnage, so he must have another one. Would he tell me if I asked?
What else do I want to know about him? All the little things you talk about on first dates don’t seem so important. Would I like him more or less if I knew his favorite color? I don’t think so.
He comes out of the bathroom a moment later, the steam from the shower wafting around him in the doorway. There’s a towel clinging on for dear life around his hips, and my mouth actually waters when I see him.
He’s drying his hair with another towel, leaning against the doorjamb and smiling at me.
“You’re so hot,” I whisper.
“So are you.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not hot. Cute maybe, but not hot. I’m not in the same category as you are.”
“Eye of the beholder and all that.”
Giggling, I nod. “Okay, that’s fair.”
Carnage saunters across the room and climbs into bed next to me. “I thought about you while I was working. I wondered what you’d think if you saw me in action. I hoped you’d be proud.”
“I’m already proud without even seeing you work. Besides, I got a preview in the video.”
Rolling to his side, he props himself up on his elbow. “I feel really lucky you picked me.”
“I feel lucky you were there to pick.”
Carnage leans forward and kisses me softly. “What’s your last name?”
“Arnett. What’s yours?”
He searches my eyes for a moment, his face filling with tension, and I wonder if I’ve somehow overstepped or triggered a bad memory.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” I say quickly.
“No, it’s fine. It’s just been so long since I’ve even thought about it.
” He looks down at where he’s playing with my fingers for a moment, before returning his gaze to my face.
“Christopher Matias Welling. My mom’s grandmother’s maiden name is my middle name.
It’s the only part I like. Well, used to like. ”
“Matias? That’s a sexy name.”
“Is it? It doesn’t feel like me at all. Not anymore.”
“I think it is.”
“Would you…” He exhales slowly. “Would you want to call me that?”
“Would you want me to?”
“Maybe. We could try it. Just you though, and only when we’re alone.”
My chest warms. “We could try it. See how it feels. If you don’t like it, we go back to Carnage.”
He nods. “I like Carnage, but it feels weird coming from you. It puts distance between us in a weird way, and I don’t want that.”
“I don’t either.”
“Rue Arnett. I like it.”
“Thanks. I like my name too. It’s unique.”
Carnage, or Matias rather, kisses my belly. “It was nice seeing you with Colson. I’m glad he’s being a friend to you.”
“He’s pretty great.”
“But I have to admit, I felt a little jealous when you had your head in his lap.”
I scoff at that. “Why? Colson isn’t even remotely interested in me that way and vice versa.”
“Oh, I know, but that doesn’t stop the caveman in me from rearing up.”
“I don’t have to be that affectionate with him if it bothers you.”
“No, Rue, it doesn’t bother me, and I want you to have whatever kind of relationship works for the both of you. I’m just being honest because I think that’s important. If it were anyone else but the people who live in this house, I would lose my shit, but I trust my brothers and I trust you.”
“Good, because I would never betray you like that. Never.”
“I know.” He brushes his thumb across my chin. “I’ve never been in a relationship before, like we talked about.”
“I know.”
“So I’m probably gonna fuck up a lot. When I do, it’s a mistake, okay?”
“Okay.” I move his hand to my lips and gently suck his thumb. His eyes grow wide before turning heated. “I’ll mess up too, but we can figure it out together.”
I suck his thumb back into my mouth, enjoying the way he’s looking at me and the sensations it causes in my body. Heat washes over me and my cock twitches with interest.
“Are you gonna fuck me?”
“If you want me to, just ask.”
“I told you before you left that I wanted you to.” I roll onto my back and hold my arms out. “I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet open twenty-four hours a day.”
Carnage chuckles, flinging his towel onto the floor. “And I happen to be very hungry.”
He climbs on top of me, diving down to kiss my neck. I bury my fingers in his hair as I throw my head back to give him all the access he wants. My cock swells in my shorts just as Carnage reaches down and tugs them off. He starts stroking me, and I arch into his touch, moaning softly.
I grab his hand, moving it down under my balls to my taint. “Touch me there.”
“You need prep first.”
“Trust me.”
He lifts his head, grinning as his fingers explore, finding my hole. His breath catches as his eyes heat. “Fuck.”
“I couldn’t help myself. While you were gone I took a movie break and came up here to finger myself. I imagined it was you the whole time.”
“Rue,” he moans.
“I almost came twice, but the edging felt amazing, knowing you’d come home to finish me off.”
“You’re so sexy.” He dips his fingertip inside me and we both moan before he slides it in farther.
“Yes,” I hiss, gripping his wrist. “More.”
Carnage works me open, quickly adding a second finger. I’m still slick from all the lube I shoved inside for this exact reason. I squirm when Carnage slides down my body to suck my balls.
“I used lube.”
“I know, precious. You’re so soft and slick down here. I fucking love that you got yourself ready for me.”
He pushes my legs up and buries his face in my ass crease, licking and sucking like I’m his favorite flavor. It feels fucking amazing, and I can’t even be bothered to worry about the taste or anything else. If Carnage is enjoying it, who am I to stop him?
He continues tongue and finger fucking me until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess on the bed, squeezing my nipples, desperate to come.
“Mm, so sexy.” Carnage lies on his back and pats his belly. “Get up here.”
I climb onto him, straddling his waist, his cock rubbing against my ass.
“You know what to do, gorgeous.”
Reaching behind me, I wrap my fingers around his cock and guide him to my hole. I’m not nervous, but I am probably just a little too excited. I might come as soon as he enters me.
“You’re in charge, Rue. Take what you need from me.”
“Okay, that’s very sexy.”
He smiles, running his hand from my chest to my belly. “Yes, you are.”
Shaking my head, I try to focus on the task, lining his tip up with my hole before very slowly sliding down his length. Even with all the foreplay, it’s a tight fit and the sting is sharp, but it only lasts a minute this time, morphing into an intense fullness and an ocean of pleasure.
I rock slowly, finding a rhythm while staring down at the most sensual eyes I’ve ever seen. Carnage has his hands resting on my hips, gently gripping, but I realize I want it much harder than that.
So I move a little faster, shifting slightly to feel him hit my prostate, which seems to set me off. I go wild, bouncing on his cock, nearly delirious from the pressure building inside me.
“Yes,” Carnage hisses, his fingers biting into my flesh now. I hope he leaves bruises. “Yes, Rue, get your dick.”
I lean forward slightly, digging my fingers into his muscular pecs, and suddenly the angle is perfect. I could do this forever if I had stronger thighs.
“Fuck,” Carnage moans. “You’re gonna make me come so hard. Your body is fucking everything.”
He grips the back of my neck, pulling me down into a heated kiss. Our tongues tangle as I pump up and down, losing myself in the overwhelming bliss of it all, then Carnage moves his mouth to my neck, sucking the skin there.
“Oh my god, yes. Mark me. Show everyone I’m yours.”
He lets out a growling sound as he sucks a second mark onto my throat, and I swear his cock is getting thicker inside me. He flips us over and starts pounding into me, holding my ankles apart to keep my legs wide.
Carnage looks like a fucking god above me, his curly hair bouncing as he absolutely destroys my hole, his tan skin beading with sweat, looking at me like I hung the damn moon.
His eyes search mine, and his seem to say so much, but I’m not sure what it means, or maybe I’m just too afraid to admit it to myself.
“I’m gonna come, precious,” Carnage grunts, snapping his hips so hard he shoves me across the bed until I’m pressed against the headboard.
“Please,” I moan. “Fill me up. I want to be dripping with your cum.”
“Fuck!” His rhythm falters and his arm muscles tense. He fills me, flinching and moaning through his release, and before I can even think about my own needs, he’s pulling out and settling between my legs, his hot mouth sliding around my needy cock.
It doesn’t take much to drag me over the edge with him, and I cry out when the orgasm hits. I shiver through it, tangling my fingers in his hair as he swallows every drop. As I float back to earth, he lays his head on my belly, gently massaging my hole.
“Fuck. You are everything, Rue.”
I exhale slowly as a sense of belonging and happiness like I’ve never experienced spreads through me.
“So are you.” After a few minutes of lying quietly, I twist my fingers in his hair. “My Matias.”
His breath hitches and he kisses my belly. “Yours.”