Chapter 10 #3
He grabbed my hand and placed it against his chest—trailing it across his abs, then lower and lower until I could hear his breathing slow with every touch.
His mouth latched onto mine again and his hands went around my waist, gripping me so tightly, I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. Sliding his hand down a little lower, he slapped my ass. Hard.
“Ahhh …” I cried out, as he did it again. And again.
The sharp pain was a complete contrast to the softer way he was kissing me, and I couldn’t explain why, but I loved the way he was making me feel.
I moaned as he began to slow our kiss, as he suddenly pulled away from my mouth and spun me around. His cock was against my ass, and his mouth was on my neck—softly biting my skin.
Shutting my eyes, I felt him running his hands up and down my sides, heard him whispering, “Am I allowed to fuck you the way I want to?” He bit me a little harder. “Or do you have a spreadsheet for that, too?”
I shook my head.
“Yes, to fucking you the way I want to?” He slid a hand between my thighs. “Or yes, to the spreadsheet?”
I stuttered as he pressed his thumb against my swollen clit and rubbed it. “The first one.”
“Good.” He suddenly bent me over my desk—pressing my chest against cold metal, and spread my legs.
I heard him unwrapping a condom behind me, heard him saying, “You’re so wet,” as he trailed a finger against my slit.
Gripping my hips, he leaned against me and pressed kisses against my spine.
One kiss. Two. Three …
I tried to focus on the warmth of his mouth, the strength of his hands, and when I was finally picking up on the pattern of his kisses, he started to slide inside of me.
Slowly at first, very slowly.
He forced himself deeper and finally filled me, and then he placed one last kiss on my back before pulling back and pounding into me so fast and hard, that I nearly lost my balance.
“Fuck, Ari.” He rasped. “You feel so good …”
“Ahhh … Ahhh …” I murmured, as he reached between my legs and strummed my clit, never stopping his reckless rhythm—thrusting in and out of me again and again.
“Carter, I….” I could feel my legs trembling, feel my pussy throbbing. “Carter, I …”
“Shhh.” He pulled out of me and flipped me over, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist before sliding into me again. He looked into my eyes, pressing his fingers against my mouth as I moaned.
Unable to hold on for too much longer, I tightened my legs around his waist, and when he thrust into me again, I lost all control. I started to cry out his name as I reached my climax, but he covered his mouth with mine—muffling me as he reached his own release.
Panting and trembling, I shut my eyes—not answering any of his questions, as he peppered my forehead with kisses.
The next thing I felt was him pulling out of me and lifting me up, placing me into my bed. I heard him step out into the hallway bathroom and run water, and then I felt him wiping a warm cloth between my legs.
He placed another kiss against my forehead, whispering, “I love the way you say my name when you come.”
With my heart still racing a mile a minute, I had no idea what the hell I should say to that. No idea how the hell Chinese food had turned into fucking …
I just continued to lay in bed with him beside me, with him running his fingers through my hair and softly caressing my neck.
I was certain he had nothing else to say either, because hours later, he fell asleep and I was still staring at my pale white ceiling. I tried shutting my eyes and forcing sleep, but my body wouldn’t allow it.
My lips wanted to be kissed again, my thighs wanted to be caressed, and there was a yearning ache between my thighs that I’d never felt before.
To make sure I wasn’t dreaming, or stuck in the middle of one of my recent fantasies, I looked over at Carter and made sure he was asleep. Then I trailed my hand down between my thighs—touching to see if my clit was, in fact, really swollen or if I really was—
“You’re still horny?” Carter whispered, a smile in his voice.
I ignored him and immediately moved my hand away, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling.
“Ari?” he asked again.
I didn’t answer.
He let out a low laugh and moved on top of me, looking into my eyes. “Ari …”
“Yes?”
“Are you still wet?”
“No.”
Smirking, he slid a hand between my thighs, getting the true answer to his question. “Would you like me to help you with this?”
I shook my head and he leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. “Why not?”
I couldn’t answer. He was circling his thumb around my clit and sucking my nipple even harder.
“Should I take your silence as a yes?” He slipped a finger inside of me and I barely managed a nod.
His eyes met mine and he smiled, not asking anything else.
He took a pillow from his side of the bed and positioned it underneath my lower thighs. Pressing his lips against my forehead first, he slowly kissed his way down my body—teasingly darting his tongue against every inch of my skin.
When he made it to my stomach, he spread my legs apart and blew warmer kisses against me. Then he suddenly pulled me forward and buried his face into my pussy.
My hands immediately grabbed his head, trying to push him away, to fight it, but he paid me no attention. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it repeatedly.
In utter bliss, I writhed against his mouth, and he held me still, not letting me get away.
“Carter …” I murmured. “Carter …”
He didn’t answer. He released my swollen clit from his lips and slipped two fingers in and out of me, pushing them deeper each time I said his name.
“Come on my face, Ari,” he whispered, and I leaned back against the pillows—shutting my eyes and letting another orgasm rip through my body.
I kept my eyes shut, until I could feel my legs again.
When I finally did open them, I saw Carter looking at me with an “Are you okay?” expression on his face.
I nodded and a slight smile crossed his face. He got another washcloth and wiped between my legs. Then he stared at me for several minutes, not saying anything for a while.
“I’ll be right back,” he finally spoke, disappearing into my bathroom.
I heard the water turn on, heard him brushing his teeth, and I rolled over before he came back.
Fully sated, I smiled—still in utter disbelief about: 1) How good that fucking felt; and 2) That I’d just slept with my best friend.
“Goodnight, Ari,” Carter whispered into my ear, rolling me over to face him.
Or so I thought.
He rolled me on top of him and then to the other side of the bed. “You hate sleeping on the right side, remember?” he whispered, and then, with one arm wrapped around my waist, he told me to go to sleep.
It was much easier that time.