Chapter 28 The Stars #2
If he isn’t backed in by the time I get to—
“Okay, baby, go ahead and get out.” I don’t question it, grabbing the handle of the passenger door and pulling myself up before opening it and hopping out.
There’s a small breeze that brings the crisp fall scent with it, and I greedily pull in a deep breath, releasing it with a small amount of steam.
The sound of the tailgate dropping pulls me to the ledge where the stunning view sits waiting for me.
The sun just finished its descent over the distant rolling mountains, releasing an explosion of color on the distant clouds.
A blanket is placed over my shoulders before a familiar set of hands grabs me around the waist and lifts me to the cushioned tailgate.
A steaming cup of something delicious is placed into my hands, and an arm snakes around me and pulls me into the hard lines of my Carter.
Raising my eyes to the sky above us, I get lost in the stars coming into view, first one, then hundreds at a time.
“Incredible.” I can’t help but breathe out the word, but it feels insufficient in this moment.
“Yeah.” I look over to Carter to find him already looking at me. He’s always looking at me.
“Yeah.” This time, I think we’re talking about the same thing.
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Carter
She’s beautiful. Ethereal. Sitting here in the blasted cold with her in my arms, I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of right.
It was what I felt the first time I caught her so many years ago, panicked and soaked to the skin in rain, and just as beautiful.
Her hair has just starting to get her own salt in her pepper, and I can’t help but hope that I get the privilege to watch the entire process from beginning to end.
I’ll love her through it all. I’ll worship her through it all.
Her eyes catch mine, dark in the low light, catching me staring again.
I don’t look away, though. I can’t. I’m caught.
Her lips part and I dive in, needing a taste of her to satiate some of this overwhelming panic of time running out.
Only, it does nothing to satiate me. Her kiss burns through me.
Incinerating any of the doubts lingering in my mind.
Does she actually want me? Does she really want this?
Her hands gripping my hair and pulling me deeper into her kiss answers me. But, wait.
“Wait, wait.”
“No, Carter! No, please.”
“Shit, I know, just, I need to hear you say it, okay baby? Tell me what you want.” I will leave no room for interpretation.
Becky freezes in her scrambling to climb me and moves her hands to instead cradle my face in her gloved hands.
She frowns, removing her hands briefly to tug and toss her gloves.
Her eyes are sad as she returns her cold fingers to my cheeks—sad eyes, but not pitying.
“Carter, I want you, all of you. I want you to touch me and love me, and I want to touch and love you.” I inhale sharply at her words, and she pulls our faces closer together to whisper against my lips.
“I love you, Carter. Of course I do. You big, beautiful man. You’re it for me, okay?
I want to move forward with you, not get lost in the past, okay? Do you want that, baby?”
I nod my head, not trusting my voice.
“I need to hear you say it, okay baby? Tell me what you want.” The sneaky woman echoes my words right back to me, and I know she’s playing between teasing and serious.
I lean back just enough to see her expression as I answer as honestly as possible.
“I need to grow old with you. I need to warm your cold hands and feet in the winter and to make you sweat in the summers. I need you in my passenger seat, and I need you in my bed. I need to build a home, a family with you. I need your heart, and I need your soul because you already have mine. I need you, Becky, please.”
Her face is radiant as a smile breaks the serious set of her features. “Kiss me, Carter. Make love to me, please.”
“Yes.” Our mouths clash, her hands moving immediately back to my hair, fingers pulling at my strands.
I pull her onto my lap, her thick thighs straddling my legs.
Immediately, she begins to swivel her hips, grinding into my thickening cock.
She’s so on fire for me, her heat overpowers the cold surrounding us.
I try to stand with her wrapped around me, but she bites my lip.
“Ouch, what the fuck, Becky.”
She’s panting, cheeks flushed pink in cold or need, but the look on her face makes me fully hard and ready in the tight confines of my jeans. “Here, now, please, Carter.”
“Fuck.” I barely get the word out before she’s on me again, her hands frantic on the clothes between us.
As she pulls my tongue into her mouth, sucking on it in rhythmic pulls.
I groan into her possession. Her small hand reaches into my now undone jeans, grabbing a hold of my now throbbing cock.
“Fuckkkk, baby.” I can hardly speak, but she moans as her hand wraps wholly around me, giving me an agonizingly small stroke.
“So hard for me, Carter.”
Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Dirty talking Becky. I buck my hips at her touch and her words, bouncing her on my lap. She lets out a low throaty chuckle. “Good, boy.” Oh my God. I’m going to die. She removes her hand, and I think I whimper. I’m already on edge, and this is not going to work.
“Carter, I think I need to take care of you. Can I? Can I suck you?”
“Yes. No. Wait.” Fuck, she’s driving me insane.
Her breath is hot against my lips, hand skimming the outline of my shaft, her touch a pure tease.
“I want you,” I murmur, my voice sounding foreign even to me, rough with need as hunger hums through my veins, vibrating under my skin. I want to get lost in her.
“I want you too. I just want your cock in my mouth first. Do you wanna come down my throat, baby?” Her voice is sex, and her words bounce around in my head.
Absolutely, I do. “I want to make you come.” Those are my words, but I’m lifting my hips so she can pull my jeans down, followed quickly by my boxers.
“Yes or no, Carter. I need your words, and then I need your taste.” Jesus, she’s making consent sexy. My skin is tight, my hands start shaking as I reach out to grab her, pull her to me.
“Yes, yes, swallow my cock.” Her grin is victorious as she leans in to give me another deep kiss.
“Scoot back, I need to fit between your legs.” I comply. She’s taking charge, and I’m here for the ride.
My back is to the cab, the outdoor pillows lining the bed of the truck the smartest thing I’ve done in a long time.
She settles between my thighs, her eyes on my leaking dick.
When she licks her lips, I twitch. The cold is secondary on my mind when the warm, wet heat of her mouth surrounds me.
Fuck Yes. The only light illuminating us is the moon coming up over the mountain behind us, making her creamy skin glow as she starts to slurp and bob—loud, messy and so fucking sexy.
My hands are on her head, feeling her as she moves over me, getting lost in the moment.
She pops off and replaces her mouth with a tight fist, looking up at me with her desire soaked eyes and puffy lips.
“Where do you want to come, Carter?” I let out a hysterical laugh at her words.
I don’t have time for a choice. The tell-tale tingle in my lower spine is already growing far too quickly.
My dick throbs in her hand and she smirks.
“Do you want my mouth or my throat? Or should I—”
“Throat. Throat.” She doesn’t pause to acknowledge my answer, recognizing through years together the precipice I’m on.
Becky’s lips stretch wide over every inch of my dick.
The heat of her tight little throat convulses over me with a swallow, and then she hums, bringing me over the edge in the longest orgasm of my life.
“Yes, yes, yes, swallow me. Mmm….” Her other hand reaches down and latches onto my balls, gently massaging them as they empty into her.
I pull her off of me, and she sputters and coughs, having kept me in her throat that entire time. Her inhales are fast, panting breaths, and she starts mumbling something. When her hands move to her pants I understand her problem. “Did that make you hot, baby? Do you need to come?”
“Yes, now, please.” She drops her leggings and underwear, and suddenly she's sitting on my naked thighs–her wet pussy rubbing against my cock—reaching for my mouth. I give it to her, loving the taste of her mixed with me. I groan into the kiss. With the waiting and teasing and touching over the last few months, I’m so amped up that it takes no time for my shaft to return to its full mast.
“Do you need my cock, Becky? You’re dripping on my thighs.” She’s squirming and rubbing against me. Her need makes me dizzy, blood rushing through my veins, thoughts centering on the hot little thing moaning in my lap.
Instead of answering me, Becky grabs my dick, centering it beneath her before she sinks down onto me.
She only gets a little at a time, needing to slowly work me in with slow deliberate lifts and dips.
“Get me deep in that tight little pussy. Let me fill you up.” She pants as she does it again, dropping and lifting a little more quickly now.
She’s soaked, and it drips down my shaft to my balls.
The months have done a number on her too.
My hands drift from where they were grasping her hips to her heavy breasts and tight nipples.
I pinch them, and she sits fully onto my lap, clenching me.
“You like that? Did you wear this silly excuse for a bra hoping I’d pinch your nipples?
” She just nods, wordlessly grinding her hips into mine.
I shudder as another clench grips my cock.
“I. Want your mouth. Please.” Yep. I bring up my knees to steady her as I lift her shirt enough for me to latch onto one, while my fingers continue to play with the other.
Her moves jerk to a stop as a long deep keening falls from her lips.
I move one hand back to her waist to hold her up a little as I start pounding up into her, the tight flutters of her pussy squeeze me.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, baby. Squeeze me, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I thrust up into her, holding nothing back as her body pulls a second orgasm out of me in no time at all. With one final thrust, I hold her to me, pulsing my release deep inside of her.
“Shit, Becky, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think to ask about a condom.” She melts into me, her body flush against mine. She says something into my neck, but it’s all garbled. “What did you say?”
I push her up so I can hear her, and she grumps out a simple profound statement before falling back against me while I’m still inside of her.
“I trust you.”
It didn’t take long for us to amp up for round two.
She told me she couldn’t get caught before giving in the second time, but I was able to calm her worries with the truth.
I know some people, and it’s their land.
We were safe. She said the words again, in case I missed it the first time. “Okay, I trust you.”
Perfect.