Chapter Twenty One
Carter
She was all I could see, all I could feel. Her hands dragging up my chest, her smell in my nose, her taste teasing my lips.
She looked deeply in my eyes, and all I could see there was peace, “Because I love you, Carter Ryan.”
Her words felt like a mighty full, velvet bow to my gut. My entire being shifted with them.
I grasped her waist, “Again,” I whispered. “Say it again.”
Her lips moved in a barely there smile, “I love you.”
“Dynamo.” My hands squeezed her. “ I love you, too.”
I looked into her beautiful eyes, and admitted, “I’m terrified of losing you.”
Her hands fisted in my T-shirt, “ All my life I wanted to belong to someone, to have someone to call mine. I’m scared, too. But, I won’t allow that fear to cripple me. We can be scared together.”
My heart beat in my chest like crazy, my hands shook, and the world tilted. A war was waging inside of me, and this time I wasn’t going to let it beat me.
She pressed a hand over my chest, right over my tattoo there, “I only feel safe when I’m with you, Carter. Hold on to me, don’t let go.”
I swallowed, my hand going up her body, and palming the side of her neck, “I don’t think I could walk away from you even if my life depended on it, Dynamo.
You’ve branded yourself in my very core.
I can’t sleep when I’m not with you, can’t eat, I can barely even think.
You’re everything. Everything that’s worth something in my life. There’s no me without you.”
Fire flared in Harley’s eyes.
“Show me,” she breathed. “Show me the way you love me.”
I moved then. Bending down, I grabbed her just where he ass met her thighs and hoisted her up. Her legs came around my hips. Her lips touched mine.
In three long strides I was standing in front of the bed.
I lowered her to the floor, my breaths going shallow as her sweet pussy dragged against my stiff cock.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
She swallowed, her pulse thrumming visibly, “Show me.”
I reached down, and slowly peeled her sweatshirt off her body.
“Arms up,” I could even hear the rasp in my voice.
Her eyes flared, but she did as told.
I tossed the shirt to the floor, took a step back, and drank her in.
Her pale tits on display, her creamy-pink small nipples beaded into a sharp peak just begging for me to take them in my mouth to suck and nip on.
I knew their taste, I memorized it, and just looking at them, my mouth watered. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
Her arms twitched as if to cover her.
“Do not move a fucking inch.” I growled. “I want to burn this image of you into my brain. God, you’re a vision.”
I reached out, and traced her nipple with my knuckle, watching it as it tightened even more tearing a mewl pained out of Harley’s mouth at the barely there touch. “Fucking hell. So responsive. So mouthwatering.”
Harley’s breaths became shallow.
I traced my knuckle to her collarbone watching as a shiver ran through her body. “Your skin is like silk. I could touch it for a lifetime, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Carter,” her voice held a plea.
“Not yet, my little Dynamo.”
I teased.
I grasped her arms then, turning her so her back was flush to my front.
Palming her tits, I gave them a teasing pinch, and then slid my hand right into her painties. Her hand fell forward, her eyes tracked my every move.
My fingers explored her pussy, feeling its lips quivering and opening to my touch. “This pussy. I want to bury myself so deep, you’ll feel me for the rest of your life.”
She clenched her thighs together in vain attempt to get me to put more pressure to rub her pulsing clit. “Carter,” my name was a pant on her lips.
I withdrew my fingers, turned my head, and nipped her jaw. “Be a good girl for me, Dynamo.”
“I can’t,” she wailed then.
“Yes, you can.”
She whimpered, but relaxed her legs, opening them slightly. “Good girl.” I purred in her ear and pinched her clit.
“Jesus,” she moaned.
“What’d I say, Dynamo?” I hummed. “Only my name is on your lips.”
I slid two of my fingers inside her then. Her muscles clamped down on them instantly, and wetness pooled in my palm.
Fuck me, she was going to be the death of me.
“Please,” she begged, her head flying back and hitting my shoulder.
“What do you need?”
“Everything,” she breathed, arching her chest.
“Say exactly what you need,” I curled my fingers inside her cunt, and with the other hand twisted then pinched her nipple.
“I need to feel you inside me. Need to fill me with your cock.”
My mouth went dry, “I love you,” I said before I removed my hands from her delicious body and threw her on the bed.
I grasped her ankles and pulled her back, ass in the air, knees spread wide.
“Fuck, but you’re a vision.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sweet image in front of me. Harley, ass in the air, her knees wide apart, her pussy weeping and quivering for me.
Fuck me, but she was a dream come true. I tore my shirt over my head, and only lowered the waistband of my sweatpants just enough to free my aching dick.
I took myself in my hand, squeezing until I felt the zing of pain.
I needed that pain so I wouldn’t come the moment I entered her silky heat.
I pressed the head of my cock against her ass, and brushed down, past her entrance, and lower, spreading her wetness to her clit.
I repeated the move four more times. Up and down, up and down, coating both Harley and me with her.
“Carter, please,” she wiggled her ass in an attempt to get me to stop teasing both of us.
In one swift move, I surged inside her, “Gaddamn, I could fuck this cunt for eternity, never coming up for air.”
“Carter,” she moaned low, her head flying up, her wild hair going everywhere.
“Buckle up, Dynamo. I’m going to fuck you raw.”
I moved. With each thrust her pussy clenched around me tighter, trying to choke the cum out of me.
“Fuck me, but you’re a goddess. Such a good girl for me. Push back, Dynamo. Use me. Use my dick. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
It was like something snapped between us then.
She reared back without a trace of control.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, the smell of us together felled me. Fueled me.
“Do you hear that, Harley? Can you smell it? Such a perfect combination,” I grunted looking down at her bouncing ass.
“Fuck me,” She gasped. “I do, Carter. It’s the most beautiful music.”
I hummed and reached down.
Stopping mid glide, I tickled my fingers around the entrance, where we were joined and scooped up her wetness. “I’m gonna claim all of you.”
I trailed my fingers up, and wet her asshole. “Yes,” she hissed.
Gliding in and out of her slowly, I pushed my thumb into her ass.
Her muscles gripped my cock.
“Damn, baby, heaven.” I sputtered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “You have no idea how good you feel, everywhere.” I grunted.
“More, Carter,” she demanded, her head dropping down, her forehead rolling on the mattress.
“Hold on,” I hissed, and started thrusting.
In what felt like ten seconds, Harley whipped her head back up.
“Carter,” she shrieked, her back bowing, and then she collapsed on the bed.
“That’s it, Harley,” I breathed. “Ride that wave.”
I bucked into her, pressure building rapidly in my balls, and surging through my cock. I then stilled, burring to the hilt in my Dynamo. The wave of the most intense orgasm took hold of the base of my spine, spreading through me until it took away my ability to stay standing.
I collapsed on top of Harley, pushing her down to her belly.
“That was, That was..” she panted. “I don’t even know what that was.”
I rolled then, taking her with me, and pulling her on top of me, making sure I didn’t slip out.
“That was us,” I said simply.
We lay there, both of us quiet, catching our breath. I didn’t ever want to get up.
After I got my breathing under control, I palmed her tit, and with the other hand I caressed her pussy, and circled her clit.
“Hmmm,” Harley hummed as she turned her head, and showed her face in my neck.
“I could write a song about this,” she muttered sleepily.
“If you do, you’re in danger of getting fucked right on the stage when you perform it.”
She chuckled, “Would make for a great show.”
I laughed and closed my eyes.
After a moment or two, she moved. I tilted my head and looked into her grey blue eyes. Eyes that held my soul.
She seemed uncertain about something.
“Say it,” I encouraged her.
“I have to go back,” she whispered then. “I have to finish the tour.”