He shuddered at my words, that blush I loved so much covering his cheeks.
“Nightstand.” His words were quiet and breathy.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I opened the drawer and took hold of a foil wrapper and some lube. As I positioned the covering, Carter’s eyes followed my hands. His breathing picked up speed as he moved his legs, positioning his feet flat on the mattress. Squirting the lube on my fingers, I rubbed it over my covered shaft and then reached out to him.
I took the time to caress his balls first, while I bobbed in excitement as I watched his pupils dilate. Then I rubbed my fingers gently over his diamond, knowing his prostate was already swollen with desire. He gasped at the contact, his cock jerking, already almost fully erect. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I ran my fingers to his puckered hole and dipped in. He was tight from his orgasm and perfect. With two fingers, I spent time preparing him while my right hand caressed his stomach and then landed on his shaft.
Carter moved his hips, riding my fingers, the movement sliding his shaft through my grip. “No, baby. Please. Fuck me.”
With my need too great, I was unable to manage a smile at his desperate pleas and the hot-as-fuck cussing. Instead, I removed my fingers, edged forward, grabbed a pillow, and placed it beneath his hips. He sighed at the loss but eagerly lifted his legs for me, willing me to drive into him. Placing myself at the entrance, I dipped in and out gently, taking my time. Satisfied with his eagerness, I tortured both of us by easing into him painfully slowly. He was lubed, wet, and eager as he jerked his hips impatiently.
“Fuck,” I ground out as the action planted me deeper inside him, way past the tight ring. Sliding out slightly, I then bucked my hips, going in further, but still not balls deep. My muscles shook under the pressure of holding back while my breath caught in my chest.
“Tanner, please,” Carter whimpered.
I pulled back once more, then slammed into him. Both of us cried out. Our eyes locked. This time my grin came easily as I absorbed the lust painting his face. “Perfect.” I bit the words out as I built a steady rhythm entering him and withdrawing. With each movement, my balls drew tighter.
Needing to see his own lust heighten, I ordered, “Touch yourself.” He did so immediately. My gaze traveled between his entrance, his hand, and his face, not wanting to miss out on any moment or sight, each one uniquely hot. Moving my hand to his, I helped jerk him off while continuing to bury myself deep inside him.
It was becoming harder to concentrate on anything but the sensation of being wrapped up in him, or the building orgasm. I was set to combust, my cock painfully hard. “Come for me, baby.” I moved my hand harder as my hips lurched, needing to see his cum.
He released a strangled cry, and I continued jerking him off, plowing into him at the same time. Finally, white ropes spurted out of him, landing on my hand and his stomach. I groaned and came hard, growling out his name as lightness spread throughout my body, curling my toes. Each muscle tensed, and I shuddered, my eyes on the jets of white spread over our joined hands. And then finally, my gaze settled on his face.
With pink cheeks and a smile ghosting his lips, he’d never looked more handsome.Perfect.
* * *
I woketo the scent of coffee and the mattress dipping. I turned my head and pried open my eyes. Carter had just set two mugs of coffee down and was climbing back into bed, completely unaware of me watching him.
With a grin, I reached out to him and snagged his waist, tugging him to me.
With an oomph and a high-pitched squeal that caused a laugh to burst out of my chest, I grinned at him. He sprawled over me, cheeks pink and eyes wide. Then he frowned. “Are you laughing at me?”
Another burst of laughter erupted, which quickly turned to a yelp when he twisted my nipple. “Fuck, baby, you’re making me hard.” I pressed my hard-on against him to prove my point, loving the O that appeared on his lips.
He gulped before a small smirk crept onto his mouth. “Morning.”
I pulled his face to mine. “Morning,” I replied before we kissed.
By the time my tongue was in his mouth and caressing his, something he really seemed to like, he was straddling me and grinding his erection against mine. His lips then broke free. “Hey,” I said. “Back here.”
Carter raised his brows, a flirtatious smile on his mouth. “Oh. If you’d prefer my lips on your morning wood, I can do that.” He shrugged indifferently as if he couldn’t see or feel said wood doing a fucking hula dance at the mere mention of a blow job.
I gripped his ass and squeezed. “I’m happy for you to put your lips anywhere on my body, baby. Anytime.”
He grinned at my words and gave me a chaste kiss. My heart constricted. I’d never had this before. This connection. I’d thought I’d had something similar in the past, but that had been a one-night stand that had simply continued for over a year. My wiser, older self would have known that particular relationship would never have worked, but what Carter and I potentially had was already so much more.
“Anytime, huh?”
I nodded and moved my hands to tuck them behind my head, elbows up and out. “That’s right.”
“You know, I may just have to test that theory.”
Smiling at Carter, I happily admitted to myself that I liked this side of him, a lot. The playful banter with a dangerous edge of “I may just let you fuck me if you play your cards right.” Yeah, it was hot.
“Sounds like a challenge I’m happy to let you win,” I said with a smirk.
He glanced to the side and then back at me. “I also made you coffee.”
