Chapter 27 #2
Carson pulls me down again, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and I do my best to match his motions. We kiss slowly at first until we move into a more quickened pace.
I think I’m finally getting the hang of it after so many kisses because he moans again, I figured it out that he likes it when I bite him. Of course he does. You’d have to be a bit of a masochist to go after someone like me. The way his body is responding, it’s addictive.
“Carson…” I breathe in his mouth.
“Mmm…” He hums between us.
I break away from him and slide down his body until I’m kneeling between his legs on the floor. The rug plush against my knees.
“Julian…Are you sure?” He looks a bit shocked, and me too.
But I need it.
“Please,” I say, gazing at him, the most vulnerable I’ve ever been.
“Yes, if you want to, of course. I just…” His voice trails. Does he not want to? Probably because I won’t know what I’m doing, I’m sure he’s done this with others who actually know what to do.
“Sorry…I don’t know what I was thinking.” I lean back a bit.
Carson grabs me by my nape and looks down at me, “Of course I want to, Julian, that’s not what I meant, don’t overthink it, remember.”
“Ok,” I say, my eyes darting around nervously. But I relax as Carson’s fingers move into my hair and down to my cheek, caressing me softly as I chase his touch. I settle between his legs, looking up at him.
Carson pulls his shirt up, revealing star tattoos on both his hips, and my eyes widen. He lifts them a bit, letting his erection free. Oh my god, it’s so thick, angry, and red, he’s so turned on. I do exactly what he said, don’t overthink it, so I let my body lead instead of my racing mind.
I nuzzle into the side of his dick, and he sighs when I flick my tongue out, tasting him. It’s warm and heady, a taste I definitely like because I’m uncomfortably hard now. I unzip my pants to give myself some relief as I start to lick the tip.
“Teasing me?” His voice is so deep and thick with lust.
I respond with another flick of my tongue, but this time up the entire length of his shaft, causing him to weave his fingers back into my hair, gripping hard this time.
“Julian…” He grits out, and I smirk. I’m finding my confidence with this every time he praises me. I think that’s all I needed for every doubt to fall away.
I finally take him into my mouth whole, or I try at least. He’s so heavy on my tongue, my mouth feels so full. His scent and taste overwhelm me as I start to move my head along his entire length.
“You’re so fucking good…Just like that.” He urges me on, and I whine. I think I know exactly what I like, as I’m figuring out what he likes. I pick up my pace a little, only taking him in a tiny bit farther each time, I don’t want to choke and embarrass myself.
Though I’m starting to think he would like that with the way he’s gripping my hair, I can feel he’s trying to hold himself back for me. For being good, I take him down all the way into my throat; it fits perfectly.
“Look at me.” He huffs out.
I think I’m going to cum when I lock eyes with him. His hair is mussed, he’s flushed all the way down to his neck. The Carson Young looks completely unraveled.
Because of me.
“Look at you, you learn so quickly.” He smirks.
I whine around him, hoping he knows what I’m asking for, what I need.
Of course he does.
Carson takes a shallow thrust into my throat.
I try to breathe through my nose to make sure I don’t gag, but I do anyway.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, the other still in my hair as he fucks my face.
I whimper, letting him do as he pleases with me, tears pooling in my eyes. My chin wet with spit.
I’m sure I look a mess, but it feels so good.
“Fuck…So pretty, baby.” He chokes out, his breath hitching, I can feel his erection twitching a little, “your face, can I?”
I nod, “tongue out,” and I pull off, doing what he says, looking up at him through wet lashes, my mouth open wide. He threads his fingers through my bangs, pulling the strands away from my forehead.
“Fuck…” Carson sprays warm ropes all over my cheek. He taps the tip of his dick on my cum covered tongue. Feeling a little more confident because I made him finish, I give his length one final lick to get more of a taste like I want to.
“You’re gonna fucking ruin me. Such a good boy.” He says, and I preen, “Come here.”
The trance is broken as I’m coming back down, realizing what he’s asking, “Oh, it’s ok.” I mumble, avoiding his eyes.
I definitely know what I like. Carson raises a brow at me before giving me a knowing look.
“What am I gonna do with you?” He smirks, my entire body flushing.
“Shut up!” I swat at his thigh, and he leans down, kissing me slow and soft, “Ew, Carson! Your cum!”
“That makes it even better.” He says, licking some off my cheek and feeding it into my mouth.
“You’re a freak.” I push him away, giggling.
“Thank you. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Ok.”
* * *
We take turns washing up, Carson letting me use his master bathroom while he uses the guest one. Of course, only after he suggestively implied we could save water by showering together.
Absolutely not.
I try to make it quick, getting distracted by how well his taste also travels into his bathrooms for just a bit. There’s plants in here too. Jules has also followed me into the room. I bend down, petting him before stepping under the hot spray.
Carson is already in his bedroom waiting after I’ve finished. The room lined with the same huge windows as the living room, a king-size bed sitting in the middle.
It’s a perfect mix of both Carson’s lax but flashy nature.
He walks over to the bed, and we get into a comfortable spooning position.
My favorite, but this time I’m facing him, his eyes are closed, and his body feels lax against me.
I’m filled with a sense of pride knowing it’s because of me he looks so at peace right now.
“What do your tattoos mean?” I breathe into his neck.
“I got them there because I can make you see stars.” He chuckles.
“Carson, are you fucking serious?” I scoff, pulling away from his body.
“I’m kidding, I mean, I’m not. But that’s what I used to say when I got them in uni.” He laughs.
“You were so crude.”
“Crude.” He says, mimicking my accent, “Oh, shut up!” I slap at his chest.
“Ok, I guess I was a little bit. But hey, I was young! Now I say, I don’t know, man, I just really like stars.” We both laugh until our stomachs hurt. I can’t believe how silly he can be.
“Why? You like them?” He smirks.
“They’re ok.” I smile, rolling my eyes.
They’re sexy.
“You love playing hard to get, don’t you?” He says, his gaze half-lidded.
“Who says I’m playing?” I smirk, and he kisses it right off of me.
* * *
My phone alarm goes off next to me somewhere on Carson’s bed.
Carson’s bed.
I almost forgot I slept over, especially since the other side of the bed is empty.
I can smell food wafting into the room; he must have woken up before me and gotten his day started already.
I stretch a little before padding into the hallway and into the kitchen.
Carson is at the stove cooking what looks like eggs, shirtless, his sweatpants sitting low on his hips, and wearing glasses?
I swallow and bite my lip.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” He says, turning to me.
“You wear glasses?” I walk over to the counter, picking Jules up before taking a seat.
“I do. But can’t wear them on the ice, ya know.”
“Well, obviously.” I chuckle.
“How do I look?” He says, turning around to give me a good view, the morning sun kissing his skin the way I want to right now. It’s definitely a very, very good view. I’ve never been so attracted to someone the way I am to this man.
I want to do a repeat of last night, but this time it’s the kitchen tiles beneath my knees. Which will probably fucking hurt, but I’m thinking it’ll be worth it.
“Terrible,” I say, messing with the hem of his shirt he gave me to wear last night. It’s huge on me, and I absolutely secretly plan on putting it in my bag to take home. It smells just like him.
“Then why are you so red?” He smirks, his eyes going dark.
“I’m not. It’s just hot in here, and you’re a terrible host.” I bite back, rolling my eyes.
“Oh, really?” He turns back to the stove and starts plating the food. He places the dish in front of me, “This might’ve won you a few points though.” I hum.
“Oh, thank god, I thought you might not wanna come back.”
“I might.” I tease.
He sits down in the seat next to me before pushing a fallen strand away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. The gesture so soft, my body can’t help but lean into his touch.
“Let’s eat, shall we?” He says.
“Thanks for making breakfast.” I smile.
“Of course, love.”
After we finish eating and cleaning the kitchen, we both shower again, and Carson gestures for me to sit down at his vanity. My lips part as he starts brushing my hair, “Your hair is so pretty.”
I’ve been a bit obsessed with caring for my hair since I was a teenager. I think it’s always been my favorite feature about myself. I’m sure it has something to do with my mom being a retired hairdresser. I would watch her in the salon all the time.
“Yours is way nicer,” I mumble.
“Nah, it’s just long. I might cut it, actually.”
“No!” I squeak, pulling my head away.
“Well, alright, I guess you fucking hate that idea.”
“I do. I love your hair the way it is.”
“Ok, I won’t cut it, promise.” He chuckles, kissing me on the cheek.
“Good.” I hum.
“For now.” He grins. “Carson, please…” I pout.
“Alright, alright, put your weapon away.” He laughs, “How are you feeling about skating again?”
I haven’t been able to do a real skate in a while, just light rounds here and there because of my wrist, which is healing great. Thank god. I can’t afford anything else going wrong this close to the competition.
“I’m ready. It’s driving me crazy to not be able to do any jumps.” I sigh.
“I understand, I get it, but just take your time, ok, love?”
I know he’s worried about me pushing myself a bit too far; he wasn’t the happiest to hear I was doing even light practices, but I can’t afford to fall behind on my training.
I didn’t come here to not train well. But I understand why he’s worried.
If anyone would know it would be him; hockey players pray every day they leave the ice unscathed.
“I am. I just really want to be as prepared as I can for the championships.”
“You will be. Don’t worry. Let your body heal properly so you can come back even stronger.” He says, gently tilting my chin back to kiss my forehead.
“Thanks, Carson.”
“You got this, baby. Now let’s get you to the rink before you combust.” He says, “No heavy training though, or I’ll chop off my hair. Bald!” He bellows, and I swat his hand away.
“You better not! I’m serious, Carson!” I scoff.