by Riina YT
This was it.
Carter was it.
Letting go of me, his eyes flashed wickedly as he threw two large pillows my way. I caught them easily, giggling, and adjusted both against the bed frame where he was pointing. The excitement building so fast was dizzying.
“So,” he said, licking his lips and driving me insane! He leaned over me, pushing me into a mountain of pillows, settling the weight of his body on me. His hands came around either side of my slight frame until he was holding me close. And the look in his eyes was enough to make me light-headed. The embers smoldering in my stomach burst into life. I wanted to touch him.
I let my fingers glide over his jawline, feeling the rough texture of his chin, loving the gentle prickle. His gaze lingered, warm and open, and his smile grew a little bigger. Adjusting his left arm, Carter lowered himself farther, our noses almost touching.
“Is this okay?” Carter’s voice was fucking sensual and filled me with a pleased glow.
I nodded and touched my left thumb to his lower lip and whispered, “You have a sexy mouth.” He’d probably heard it a million times, but it was true. Sexiest lips I’d ever seen, full and shapely.
His eyelids fluttered, and his mouth opened slightly. I brushed across the center of his lower lip, getting lost in his gaze, the blue deepening, darkening. So intense. It was hypnotizing. I ran my thumb along his teeth, and he sucked in a breath as the tip of my finger met his tongue. My God, he was going to be the death of me. I wanted to slide past his lips and have him suck my finger, but I wasn’t brave enough to just do it.
“Damn, Remmy. I’m dying, abso-fucking-lutely dying to kiss you,” he said a little breathlessly, moving both his hands to either side of my face, cradling it like I was a fragile thing. My hand dropped from his mouth, and I rested it on his shoulder, wanting—needing—as much contact as possible. Then his fingers wove into my hair, and he leaned in until his mouth hovered over mine, sharing air as he whispered, “Will you let me kiss you?”
Absolutely, yes. Finally!
“Make it a good one.” I could’ve sworn my body started to shake from all the taunting, the built-up frustration mixed with anticipation leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. I’d almost given up, thinking this moment would never come.
Carter blew warm air at me, teasing. “You bet I will,” he said and more of his breath caressed my lips, and the room started spinning. His nose brushed my cheek. I was starting to feel the weight difference of our bodies, but I liked the pressure on me, imagining he wanted to crawl inside me.
My eyes slid shut tightly, waiting, but his kiss still didn’t come. His game was pure torture! It was as if I had a spring in the center of my body, wound so tight it might snap any moment now, shattering my entire being with one enormous explosion. I would shatter to pieces if he didn’t kiss me already.
“It’s going to be the best damn kiss you’ve ever had,” Carter promised with a catch in his voice. Then he kissed me, gently, his hands combing through my hair while his lips finally, finally grazed mine, his touch faint, too faint, yet leaving behind a trail of rapid fire. My body trembled, wanting, begging for more.
“Carter,” I whispered, my breath barely able to complete his name. I dragged my hands up his arms until they were around his neck. Holding on, I willed him to kiss me again, and again. Deep and long.
“Rem?” Carter’s breath tickled my lips before he pressed the shape of a smile against my chin. A nip to my nose had me arching my back. One of his arms slid around my body, holding me close. I shivered as his other hand cupped my cheek and chin, urging me to look up until our noses brushed, skin against skin.
“So,” he whispered, his eyes blazing bright. “I was only warming up.” When he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue barely grazed my mouth, and the brief contact set my entire body on fire, tingling with desire. “Are you ready for the kiss of your life?”
Why was he still talking?
Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss! Me!
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, waiting. “Blow my mind, Romeo.”
Carter’s chuckle rumbled through my entire body, shook my whole being, and turned me inside out when he brought his mouth down on mine again, and again, kissing me for real now, deep and long, just as I’d imagined. Everything was right—the feeling, the scent, the fingers gripping my chin and the arm around my back, holding me close. His tongue against mine, hot to the touch, teeth nipping, tugging, and pulling had me ecstatic. A surge of excitement rushed through me, all the way to my balls and down to my toes.
When we broke for air, I caught his gaze and pleaded with my eyes, silently begging for more. “Wow,” I whispered, not managing to give voice to my thoughts, my cravings. I longed for his mouth on me—everywhere—leaving colorful marks, bite marks, bloody marks, even, on every patch of skin he could reach.
“Mind blown?” Carter asked with a soft chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling. My gaze roamed over his flushed face. I hummed, my chest pounding, and curled my fingers around his bicep. Fucking blown, all right. My cheeks were glowing from the inside out, my dick hard and heavy between my legs. I wanted so much. So, so bad. I didn’t recognize myself, but I couldn’t care less. Carter, here, on top of me, was all that mattered.
“Rem?”
Our eyes met dead-on.
“Yeah?”
“I would like to touch you everywhere, very much. Is that something you want?”
“Yes, Carter.” A groan escaped me and instant embarrassment slammed into me. I whispered, “Please. I want it so much.”
I’d waited a long time for this exact moment, always hoping, wondering, dreaming, wishing for things I didn’t think I could have.
The smile he sent my way was everything. A gentle kiss to my cheek followed, his lips teasing with feather-soft sweeps along my jaw. A sharp nip to the side of my throat sent a shudder rocking through me. My fingers brushed through his soft hair; in my other hand I fisted the scratchy sheets beneath me, the contrast in structure a strange turn-on.
Carter dipped his head and slowly, so very slowly, slid down the length of my body, his fingers gliding over my arms and across my lower stomach. I tensed at the touch, a brief brush on my clothed belly button, and anticipation had me throbbing with want, so much want.
The tips of his fingers briefly teased the hem of my shirt before they dove under the soft fabric and pushed it up, and up, slowly revealing inch after inch of my skin. Then there was a sting where my shirt pooled below my collarbone, creating uneven little waves in a sea of navy-colored fabric.
Despite expecting it, the sharp pain zinging along my nerve endings still took me by surprise. I hissed a little too loudly, and Carter raised his head, stilled his hands, and gave me a look of concern. I gritted my teeth and willed my expression to remain normal.
“A little sensitive,” I said and combed my fingers through his short blond hair, the soft strands escaping my grip as I tried to hold on. Dropping my hand, I arched my back a little as he revealed another inch of skin, my nipples tingling like they’d been stung by a thousand killer bees.
When Carter slid his hand all the way underneath my shirt, I held my breath, counting the seconds until he noticed something different. A quick flick of his fingertip across the metal bar piercing my hardened nipple sent another jolt through my body, and my back pushed off the mattress on its own.
“Whoa, Remmy.” Carter’s voice sounded astounded. Yep, he finally discovered them. Our gazes locked, and my lips curled into a pleased smile.
“Found something you like?” I asked, surprised the words had actually left my lips after forming them in my head. I hoped like hell he wasn’t turned off by body jewelry. Now, that would’ve been just my luck!
“Very much,” Carter said. “You don’t stop surprising me, do you?”
I startled at the dark look of desire in his eyes, and my breath caught in my throat. Carter beamed, sending me a wolfish grin, before dragging both hands down my exposed stomach and back up, takin
g the corners of my shirt and pushing higher until the material wouldn’t move any farther. I didn’t offer any assistance. I simply lay there, waiting, curious what he’d do next. He didn’t hate them! Relief flooded me, making my head spin even more.
“Can I touch them?” Carter asked, fingering my shirt.
“Yeah, please.” I added after a thought, “They’re a bit achy today, but it should be fine.”
“You sure?” His expression was still skeptical. “I don’t want to hurt you if they’re still healing.”
“I want you to touch them, Carter.”
Fingers tickled the center of my chest, and Carter flashed me a smirk before slowly, carefully, dragging his warm palms back up both sides of my rib cage until the tips of his thumbs brushed over both my nipples. My dick twitched, repeatedly, painfully pressing against my pants. Adding the tiniest bit of pressure, his fingers nudged against the pierced flesh, followed by featherlight kisses and careful licks. The barest hint of his tongue and lips sent a gazillion tingles and shivers up and down my spine until my toes curled. Seeing him sprawled across my lower body, touching me in such an intimate way, had my mind buzzing, and I was completely drunk on the sweet concoction of pleasure and want and need.
“Oh, yeah, that feels nice,” I whispered, running my fingers down the side of his face, across his jaw and along his full, lower lip. His mouth opened slightly, and this time I dipped the tip of my finger inside, not thinking twice about it, licking my lips when his tongue came out and playfully nudged my finger. I shuddered, the feeling washing over me so intense and the sight too damn erotic.
Why the hell aren’t we naked already?
I let my finger slip from his mouth, and he lowered his head, bringing his tongue to my chest, licking a teasing trail toward my clavicle. I inhaled sharply when his finger brushed my left nipple and sudden heat circled my other. Then he sucked; the pressure and the warmth was overwhelming. I must’ve hissed again because he shot me another look of concern.
“I’m good,” I promised. “Your mouth feels amazing on me.” Then I whimpered and begged shamelessly when he took each nipple into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over the hard nub, then sucked again and again, careful and extremely gentle but intent on driving me insane. I was sure of it.
“Mm, fuck.” Gripping the pillow above my head, I arched my back at the fiery pleasure the play of his tongue created. All the while, his fingers danced across my quivering stomach and then up and down the inside of my jeans-clad thighs. Those pants had to go already! My heart was racing, and I became dimly aware of my hips bucking rhythmically with each and every touch, Carter’s fingers and lips raising goose bumps in their wake.
“I want to touch more of you,” he whispered. “Want to touch you everywhere.”
When I nodded, feeling stunned, he pushed back onto his heels, and with one fluid motion pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it carelessly on the floor. I swallowed. This was happening. And good God, Carter was fit. Gorgeously so. Trimmed chest, flat stomach, and overall more toned than I’d ever be. Not like I’d pick a guy for his abs, but they sure as hell made it harder to look away.
My eyes followed his hands to his belt buckle, and my ears listened intently as his fingers undid the metal—a noisy jangle—intent on tracking his every movement as he pushed his jeans down his long, long legs. Wriggling out of them, he was left in nothing but low-cut boxer briefs—tight and short-legged and clinging deliciously to his junk.
“More?” Blue eyes caught mine, dancing with delight.
“Uh-huh,” I barely managed, throat surprisingly scratchy when I added, “Please?”
Carter chuckled and stood, turned around once, twice, flailing his hands and wiggling his incredibly round ass in a silly jig that must’ve been intended to make me laugh. Too bad I couldn’t do more than try not to drown in my own drool as I stared helplessly at his incredibly sexy, half-naked body.
Hooking both thumbs into the waistband of his cherry-red underwear, he removed those, too, letting them fall on top of his jeans and shirt.
“Your turn, Boy Blue.” Carter beamed, reflecting a challenging look back at me. He flopped onto the mattress, making it bounce, and me with it.
“Didn’t know you danced like a go-go boy,” I teased, and he crawled right into my personal space. My cheeks heated. I liked having him so close I could smell fresh-scented detergent clinging to his skin. “Ever considered doing it professionally?” I could only imagine how good he’d be at it… Hot damn. There was a fantasy I hadn’t come up with yet!
“Didn’t know you had a thing for half-naked boys wrapped around a dance pole,” Carter countered, smirking. “Kinky.”
“It’s hot when a guy knows what he’s doing. How to move his body.” I sat up enough to rid myself of the shirt, but struggled to get my jeans open, mind racing, fingers not cooperating. “Damn you, Carter.” I laughed breathlessly. “How does this work again?” Someone shoot me! I can’t even get myself undressed!
“Still suffering from that mind-blowing kiss I see.” He chuckled, the buttons popping open easily under his fingers. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I barely blinked, and before long my jeans and underwear lay scattered across the floor. Damn, the man was good.
“You don’t happen to have a pole installed in your dorm room, do you?”
“Afraid not.” Carter huffed a laugh. “Why? You want to show me how it’s done? Because I have to tell you, I’ve never been near one in my life. I’ll be a sore disappointment.” He let himself drop purposely on top of me, and his naked dick rubbed against my own. A shiver raced down my spine. Holy hell. There was no hope for recovery… I was at his mercy and he knew it too.
“I’m sure it’ll come naturally.” Okay, stop talking now. I caught his lips with mine, tasting sweet, warm breath on my tongue, getting quickly drunk on the man again. I thrilled at his humming, lips buzzing against my mouth. Wanted to do this forever.
My hand snaked between our bodies, gliding across stomachs slick with sweat where I met Carter’s, his fingers brushing mine, and fireworks went off all over my body. Then we gripped both our dicks together, our hips rocking slowly as we ground against each other.
“Remmy,” he breathed close against my mouth, his free hand touching my face, warm and gentle, resting on my cheek. “Tell me, how do you want to… What do you like?”
“This. Can we keep doing this?” I whispered, barely managing to get the words out. My body twitched as his thumb grazed across the tip of my dick. A squeeze. “Oh yeah, please, that feels amazing.” My voice faltered as I trembled.
“Mm-hmm.” Carter hummed his approval. “I like it too.” A nip to my throat and I couldn’t stop shaking. “So much.” Dipping his head, he nuzzled my neck, mouthing my skin.
“It’s perfect.” I gasped, stunned at my capability to still form words. “Fuck. So good.”
Something about Carter made me want to roll over and submit to him unconditionally, and I hoped there would be enough time for us to explore further. I might’ve always been shy and quiet, but I didn’t like giving up my power so easily. Except right now I really wanted to. I wanted him to do things to me: wild things, crazy things, noisy things, dangerous things, dirty things, and anything in between.
It might not have been the most rational thought I ever had, but I wanted him to own me, completely. Mind, body, and soul. Everything—I—would be his if he wanted it—me—tonight, and again, and again.
“Jesus, Carter. You drive me crazy.” My entire body trembled like a fragile reed. I was vulnerable and close to falling apart. Teeth nipped my throat, and fingers squeezed me, tugging at my dick slowly. The rush of sensations and emotions was incredible. I swept a hand over his chest, my shaky fingers skimming the rise and fall of his moving muscles. Damn, he was so toned…
“Hold me?” I whispered, my voice breaking, stunned by the strangest impulse to be completely in his arms and never let go.
Carter lifted his head and the obviou
s adoration in his eyes was intoxicating. No one has ever looked at me like this. I suddenly had difficulty swallowing. Then his arm snaked around me, and he pulled me against his body as tightly as possible in that position. It was clumsy and a little awkward, but I hardly cared because it was everything I’d ever dreamed of.
“I’ll hold you whenever you want, for as long as you need,” he promised.
I gave voice to an embarrassing sound, close to a whimper, making him laugh fondly. When I caught his tongue between my lips and suckled it into my mouth, the strangled moan came from Carter this time. My cock was pulsing, so full and so damned hard. His grip tightened around me, and I mirrored his movements, tangling my fingers with his, eager to bring us over the edge fast. I hardly cared for finesse or whether he’d think I lacked self-control. I’d wanted this for too long to hold back now.
“I want to feel you on me when you let go,” I whispered, my breath mingling with his once more, and damn, it was perfect. “Come on me. Want to feel it on my stomach.” Wet and hot and you.
I hoped like hell my talking was turning him on just as much, and that I would still be able to look him in the eyes come tomorrow. I shivered, my skin prickling like a million ants walking all over when Carter growled, a sound so primal and sexy it pushed me so much closer to the edge than I imagined was possible in such short time. Feeling the heat and weight of him, his scent filling my nose and making me dizzy, made me imagine Carter in me, fucking me. I groaned.
Please let us do that too.
My fingers dug into his skin, gripping his shoulder and wanting to crawl inside him. Then he kissed me hard and deep, and we moved faster together, up against each other frantically, hips circling, cocks rubbing, and hands pulling, stroking.
I fell apart before he did, shattering with an unthinkable force. My eyes crossed, my vision going black and then bright white and then full of Carter. He reached his peak while I was still catching my breath, twitching, and gasping for air. And then Carter was right there with me, spraying wet and hot, painting my sweaty stomach and chest with his juices.
