Chapter 7 #2
I let my hands slowly fall away so he can see all of me. I reach for his shirt, and he takes over, ripping it off in one smooth motion. My mouth waters as I take in his wide chest, the smattering of hair that leads down to the waistband of his jeans.
He has some scars on his chest, and I gasp when I realize they’re wounds from battle. I reach out, my fingers skating over one of the marks.
“Knife,” he says. “I got stabbed on my first deployment. Luckily for me, it wasn’t very deep.”
“Scary,” I whisper.
He shrugs nonchalantly as my fingers trace over another wound. “Another knife. That one was deeper.”
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to each of the marks. The one on his shoulder, his ribs, his chest.
“Bullet,” he rasps, his voice laced with pain.
I lift my eyes to his. “That was what sent you here?”
“Yeah. I used to hate that I got medically discharged,” he admits. “But not now.”
“No?”
“No. Now I’m glad. I got shot and sent home, and now I’m here with you. I’d say everything worked out just right for me.”
I melt at his words.
He lowers his head, claiming my lips with his. My hands drop to the button of his jeans, and I toy with the metal button, trying to calm my racing heart as I push it through the buttonhole.
Carter breaks the kiss, and we both look down as I lower his zipper. He helps me push his pants down his legs, and I stare wide-eyed at the way his cock tents his boxers.
“Your turn,” he says, reaching for my yoga pants.
I let him push the soft material down and step out of them. Then I reach for my panties.
“Wait,” Carter says, stopping me.
“What?” I panic, wondering if he’s changed his mind about this, about me.
“I just thought that… that you should know that I’ve never done this before,” he says, shocking me.
“Done… what?”
He ducks his head, a pink blush staining his cheeks. “This.”
“Sex?” My brain struggles to accept that this hot man could be a virgin.
“Yeah. Is that a problem?”
“No! God, no. I-I’ve never either,” I tell him. “I’m a virgin.”
He smiles, and I relax. I trust Carter. I know he’ll make our first time perfect.
With that thought in my head, I push down my panties and reach around my back to unclasp my bra. Carter lets out a moan as the last piece of clothing falls away, leaving me naked in front of him.
He’s quick to push off his boxers, and then we’re crashing together. His lips trail along my jaw and down my neck. I arch against him. His hands seem to be everywhere, all over me.
We back up a step, then another, until we hit the bed. I gasp as I fall backward, and Carter smirks down at me.
I scoot back on the bed, holding my hand out for him to join me. He prowls onto the mattress, his lips pressing against my ankle, then my shin, my knee, my thigh. By the time he reaches my center, I’m a panting, needy puddle on the bed.
“I need to taste you,” he groans against my thigh.
I nod, spreading my legs wider so that he can settle between them. My hips are restless as his hot breath teases my intimate flesh. He grips my hips, pinning me in place.
“Carter,” I beg, though I don’t know what I’m begging for.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he purrs. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
Then, without warning, he leans in and buries his face in my drenched core.
I cry out, screaming so loudly that my throat hurts.
His tongue rolls over my clit, licking down to my virgin opening, then back up to that sensitive little bundle of nerves.
He does it again, his tongue flicking against my clit, tracing downward, then back up to suck my clit into his mouth.
My muscles coil tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue or suck of his lips. I’m close to coming, my pussy absolutely drenched as his mouth works me over.
“Oh, God!” I shout as I splinter apart.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. I want to be covered in your juices. So fucking sweet. So fucking hot.”
His lips suction around my clit, and I go off like a firework. I shriek his name, my head thrashing on the pillow as I come. Carter’s mouth never stops teasing me, extending my orgasm. He growls, licking up every drop of my release.
I sag against the bed, still coming down from my high when Carter presses one final kiss on my clit and kisses his way up my body. His palms mold my breasts, plumping them up for his mouth. I gasp, squirming beneath him as his lips wrap around one of my nipples, sucking it into his hot mouth.
“Oh!” I shout, my body burning up.
Carter’s cock presses against my pussy, and I rock against him. My pussy lips wrap around his dick, my juices soaking him instantly as we grind together.
When the tip of him rubs over my clit, I cry out, my hips jerking forward and back.
“Carter, please!” I sob.
He releases my tits, licking a path up my neck. His lips crash into mine, and I cling to him as he starts to sink into me. His thick length stretches me almost painfully, and I suck in a breath as he presses against my virginity.
“Still good?” Carter pants against my lips.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He presses his forehead against mine, letting me adjust for a moment. Then his lips are back on mine as his hips slam forward and he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
The air is stolen from my lungs. I freeze, my nails biting into his biceps as we both relish this new sensation. He remains motionless, letting me adjust to his size.
It’s a weird feeling. It hurt for a moment, but now I just feel full, stuffed to the brim.
“Still with me?” he asks gently.
“Yeah, you can move,” I pant.
He does, pulling out slowly, his cock dragging along all the nerve endings inside me.
He pauses at my opening, then sinks back inside me leisurely.
We both gasp as he bottoms out. We fall into a natural rhythm, our bodies moving together in sync.
We rock and grind, both working hard as we chase our peaks.
My hands cling to him, moving over his back, molding his chest, stroking down his arms. I can’t seem to stop touching him and he can’t seem to stop kissing me.
His lips trail over my cheeks, pressing kisses to my neck and along my collarbone. He licks the shell of my ear and tells me how good I feel, how much he needs me.
“I’m so close,” I cry out.
“Come for me, baby. I need to feel this tight pussy pop around my cock. Need to feel your orgasm coating me, dripping off my fucking balls.”
His crude words send me over the edge, and I scream his name as I come. My pussy clamps down around him, and he curses as my release triggers his.
“Fuck, Scout. So damn perfect. So, so…” He trails off, his face burying in my neck as he comes.
We hug each other, both damp with sweat and breathing hard. I’m flushed from head to toe, and I’ve never felt better in my entire life.
I feel free. I’ve finally found someone who supports me, who checks in on me, who wants me to be safe and happy and taken care of. I can choose what to do now, and it feels like tonight, with Carter, was my first choice of my new life.
I smile, cuddling closer to him as he pulls out of me. I wince, and he’s instantly on his feet.
“I’ll get you some medicine,” he says, darting into the bathroom.
He’s back a minute later with some Tylenol and water.
“I’ll run you a bath,” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “Do you need anything else?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
He smiles and heads back into the bathroom, and I relax back against the pillows as I stare after him.
Just you, I think. I just need you.