My cock was so hard it hurt and all I would need was a few more thrusts. As soon as he relaxed even a little, I gave an experimental thrust. He didn’t protest. I lifted my head to check and he made an encouraging noise. I chased my own release, he squeezed, and I fell over the cliff. I slammed in, pressing as tightly as I could, and filled the condom.
When I collapsed on top of him, he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled in, breathing hard, willing my heart to stop racing.
“I wanna stay just like this until I go soft,” I murmured into his skin as soon as I was breathing somewhat normally again. “I love holding you.”
“Oh, um…”
I lifted my head again, surprised I even had the strength, and peered at him with one eye. He was staring at the ceiling and I opened my mouth, ready to take it back and pull out. But he tightened his hold and pushed his fingers into my hair.
“Okay.”
That was it. Just one word. But it felt heavy, like it meant something. I’d figure out what it was as soon as I had brain power again. For now, I was just going to hold him, my dick still snuggly in his ass, and enjoy it.
Chapter 17
Hawk
Laying in bed, trying to bask in the afterglow like Carter was doing was foreign to me. I could feel him getting softer and starting to slip out of me, which made him groan with disappointment before he reached down to grab the condom and pulled out.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, kissed my forehead, and got out of bed.
I heard him in the bathroom, utterly unsure what to do now.
What we’d just done had been the best sex of my life. Not that there was much to compare to. I’d actually had sex in a bed maybe four times total, tonight included.
“You doing okay?” Carter asked quietly as he came back to the room.
Still way too in my own head, I squinted at him, then blinked with confusion as he started to clean the cum off my stomachwith a washcloth. When he dipped the cloth down to wipe the lube off my ass, I flushed crimson and averted my eyes.
“I take it nobody’s taken care of you after, before?” His tone held some carefully contained emotion I couldn’t decipher. It was maybe sadness but there was anger behind it, too.
He didn’t wait for me to answer. Not that it had been anything but a rhetorical question anyway. He went to put the washcloth back in the bathroom, then came to bed again, climbing over me instead of going around.
Hovering above me for a second, he pecked my lips, then moved to lie down next to me.
I didn’t know what to do next.
Maybe he realized that, because he took my hand and kissed the back of it, then just stayed silent with me for a moment.
The heat wasn’t on yet, which left the room a bit chilly now that the sweat was cooling us down, and Carter reached down to grab a blanket from the end of the bed. He draped it over us both, still quiet and waiting me out.
He didn’t pull me closer, just held my hand and stayed on his side, while I lay there on my back, mostly staring at the ceiling as I worked things out with myself.
“When I was eighteen, I started my training business,” I spoke without knowing that was where I wanted to start.
He squeezed my hand, then kissed it again.
“I already had a name for myself, but our parents wanted us to finish high school no matter what we wanted to do after. So, I graduated, then started to take clients officially two weeks later.” I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. “A year later, I was at an auction in Iowa with Russ. We were looking for new prospects for me to work with. For sale later, and for the ranch, too. There was this man who I realized was looking at me a lot.”
I opened my eyes. Took a deep breath. “Long story short, he chatted me up in the line to get some coffee. He knew who I wasby sight, which wasn’t hard. I was a couple of inches shorter than I am now. Had a reputation. People knew Russ too. Anyway. He said and did all the right things on that first contact. Said he was going to bid on a certain young horse that day and had been meaning to take it home to the other side of the state, but if I was willing to train it, he’d gladly give it to us to take back to Colorado instead.”
“I take it he won the bidding?” Carter asked quietly after I went silent for too long.
I snorted with no humor. “Oh yeah. He’s not used to losing, so he bought that gelding for several thousand over its value just to get that particular one.”
“Ah.”
He clearly knew the type.
