Track 14 Speak Now #2
“Attempting?” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. “No. I would just kiss you.” He didn’t let go of my mouth until I was breathless, and then he pulled me into his lap, so I was straddling him.
Without saying another word, he ran his fingers through my hair, kissing my lips again and again.
“Do you—” I paused as he planted a kiss against my forehead. “Do you remember how I said we should forget how that night between us happened?” I asked.
“I have no idea what night you’re talking about.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Is it in reference to when I ‘fucked’ you?” He smiled.
“Yes.” I pushed his shoulder. “Well …”
“Well?”
“Technically, we had sex in the early hours of the morning that day. It wasn’t at night so … We still have the hours of today, which are included in the hours of the weekend, so I think that we should have sex again but not past today. Because that way …”
“That way, what?” He pulled me close.
“That way we get to use the full weekend of um, sex, to our full advantage. And our friendship won’t get messed up still because I think we can put this behind us when it’s over. What do you say?”
“I didn’t catch anything after you said, I think we should have sex.”
I blinked and within seconds, his mouth was on mine and my fingers were in his hair. He slipped his hands underneath my shirt and unclasped my bra, rubbing his hands up and down my back.
Slowly tearing his mouth away from mine, he whispered against my lips. “Are you still interested in hardcore?”
I blushed.
“Tell me.” He pulled my shirt over my head. “Do you still watch that?”
“Yes …”
“Good.” He drew my bottom lip into his mouth and bit it gently. He placed my hands against his belt, silently commanding me to unbuckle it, and when I did, he lifted me out of his lap.
Taking off his shirt, he stared at me. “Take off your pants and get on the floor.”
Hesitating, I stayed on the bed, instead watching him as he took off his own pants. My eyes veered to the bulge in his briefs, and as he pulled them off, I swallowed.
“Ari …” He tilted my chin up with his fingertips. “Take off your pants and get on the floor. Now.”
I didn’t listen.
I leaned forward into his lap instead, pressing my lips against his cock.
He sucked in a breath as I took him into my mouth, threading his fingers through my hair as I bobbed up and down. His grip in my hair tightened and he tensed as I moved faster, as I felt him on the verge of coming, but he moved my head away.
Smiling, he gently pushed me out of his lap and ordered me to stand up.
Obliging, I stood in front of him and started to untie my pants, but he moved my hands away and loosened the drawstring himself. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my stomach—slowly trailing his tongue to the edge of my panties.
In one smooth motion, he ripped them off and pushed my pajama pants to the floor.
“Get on all fours,” he said, his voice low.
I looked at him a few seconds before obeying, letting my knees sink into his floor’s plush carpet. I kept my eyes forward as he moved behind me, as I heard the sound of him unwrapping a condom.
His hands were on my sides seconds later, and he gripped me tightly. He slid one hand between my thighs and slid a finger against my wetness, sucking in a breath as I moaned at his touch.
Without warning, he thrust into me all at once—filling me completely.
I cried out and he pulled me back by my hair. “If you scream like that,” he whispered into my ear, “everyone in this house will hear me fucking you.” He pounded into me again. “Is that what you want?”
I couldn’t focus. He wasn’t giving me a chance to respond.
“I thought you were the ‘private’ type, Ari …”
“Carter …” I moaned as he slid a hand up my waist and squeezed my breast. “Carter …”
“Yes?” He slapped my ass. Again and again.
I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out, dug my nails into the carpet as I felt myself getting closer and closer to a release.
“Oh … Oh ... Oh god …” I felt him strumming my clit with his thumb. “Ahhh … Ahhh …”
Intense pressure was building between my thighs, and my legs were beginning to shake.
Out of nowhere, he stopped and held me still for a few seconds. His hands still firmly pressed into my skin, he whispered my name a few times before gently rocking into me.
Moaning, I felt him rubbing his hands against my sides—heard him saying, “Let go …”
He said my name one last time, and my body gave in at the same time as his.
I collapsed onto the floor.
Pulling me back against him, Carter whispered a few things I couldn’t understand, before sliding out of me and tossing away the condom. He slid his hands underneath me and lifted me up, placing me into his bed.
I stared at him as he wiped between my legs and ran his hands across my breasts.
“Are you okay?” he asked, turning off the TV.
I just stared at him.
Leaning down to kiss my forehead, he climbed in bed next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“What’s wrong, Ari?” He looked concerned. “Was I too rough with you?”
“No.” I smiled. “I’m just not okay. I’m more than okay.”
Smiling back, he kissed my lips, my cheeks, and my forehead again and again until I drifted to sleep.