Carson's Night

by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  She heard the soft sound of a metal zipper being lowered and her heart seemed to stop for a second. He was undoing his jeans. She strained to hear more.

  There. The whisper of denim against skin.

  She didn’t think her excitement could possibly rise any higher, but just the sounds of him removing his jeans and the knowledge that he was naked now were enough to bring her to the point where she was very nearly hyperventilating. Her pussy was sopping with moisture and pounding with swollen pressure. She so badly wanted him to touch her. Anywhere, but most especially she wanted his cock inside her. And his hands on her clit. And her breasts. And her…oh, anywhere! But hurry!

  She wanted to see him now he was naked.

  When his hands fitted around her waist she gave a tiny shrieking gasp, one that shuddered because of the in-drawing of her breath. He was still behind her and nothing else but his hands touched her.

  “They nearly do touch,” he murmured, with apparent satisfaction.

  Tally reached for his hands.

  “Don’t,” he said quickly. “Keep still.”

  “But I want to.”

  “Soon,” he assured her. “It’s my turn to play now.”

  She dropped her hands and fisted them. “Hurry,” she said.

  “Absolutely not.” His hands slid upwards at a leisurely, dawdling pace, stroking in little, maddening circling, making her flesh ripple and respond, making her shudder and whimper. She knew the destination of his wandering fingertips and the knowledge was a burning brand in her mind. She closed her eyes, waiting out the torture, but that made it worse. She could feel the tips of her breasts thrusting out to receive his touch.

  When finally his hands cupped her breasts, she cried out. She couldn’t help it. The welcome sensation was so delightful. He squeezed gently and his fingers caught at the pebbled nipples, tugging at them.

  Her knees seemed to weaken and her clit to bloom with each playful tweak and stroke.

  “Yes, on your knees, then,” he murmured.

  She let herself sink to the soft rug, knowing she would not be able to remain on her feet while these sensations raged through her. She settled on her knees and the dressing gown was pulled out of the way.

  “Spread your knees,” he instructed and she could tell from his voice that he was still standing. She shivered and spread her knees as he ordered. Her thighs parted, leaving her exposed and accessible. She knew that was what he had intended and her pussy pulsed in anticipation.

  His hands slid over her shoulders and captured her breasts again and she moaned. The exquisite tugging and pinching and chaffing were making her clitoris quiver and beat in a way that told her she would not last much longer. “Carson,” she begged. “Quickly, please.”

  “No.” His voice was thick with arousal and firm with authority. This was a man that knew what he was doing. “Shut your eyes, Tally.”

  “I’m too close,” she said desperately, trying to make him see. She turned to look at him, but his hand grabbed her head and held it still.

  “You don’t trust me yet,” he ground out, his voice right next to her ear. She could hear the deep arousal in it, the dark note. “You don’t know yet how to leave your pleasure in my hands and know that I will work to utterly and completely satiate you.”

  Her whole body seemed to ripple at the promise in his voice and words. Then she processed the long term implication behind them and fear touched her. “Carson—“

  “Don’t speak for now,” he said, and his tongue thrust into her ear.

  The sensation was so erotic, so unexpected, that she moaned. Another shudder running through her. No one had ever done that to her before. She could feel her climax gathering, deep down inside her.

  Then he let her go. His hands lifted away from her. His mouth moved away from her ear. His hot breath stopped fanning her ear.

  The muscles in her pelvis rippled in response. She tried to turn to see what he was doing and again, his hands steadied her head.

  “I see I must teach you to trust me.”

  She shivered. There was such wicked intent in his tone. Such promise.

  “Keep still. Close your eyes.”

  She closed them and her heart jumped as something soft and silky touched her eyelids. She recognized it by its scent. The sash from Nick’s robe. She felt it circle her head. Carson tied it so it sat firmly enough to hide all the light from her gaze, but that was all.

  The loss of her vision enhanced her hearing and brought her nerve endings alive in a way that made her skin start to tingle. She turned her head, questing to hear every little sound Carson made.

  He made none. She could hear nothing but her own labored breath and the echo of her slamming heart in her temples.

  “Carson…” she pleaded.

  Hot, moist lips closed around the tip of her left breast and teeth tugged at her nipple.

  She cried out, clutching at his head, as a wave of sensation shot through her. She was turning inside out, her belly clamping with pure delight.

  Carson pulled away, making her hands drop, empty once more. She whimpered and was appalled at the helpless sound emerging from her own mouth.

  “Music to my ears. Do you know how hard that makes me?” Carson murmured, his voice so low she couldn’t pinpoint where it came from.

  A brush of something over her hip. It made her jump and her pelvis muscles ripple. His fingers? Then more fingers over her upper breast. Then the back of her waist. Her inner thigh…her shoulder…swiftly the medley of light brushing strokes melded together into a symphony that played over her body from her knees to the top of her head. Nothing was spared and she had no way to tell where the touch would come next. He moved so swiftly and so unpredictably that it felt like many pairs of hands running all over her body. She gave up trying to guess where he would touch her next and simply accepted the sensations and the pleasure they gave her.

  She began to vibrate under their stimulus, her breathing a swift pant. Her pussy was so ready to accept him, it pushed out excess fluids that spilled out onto the tops of her inner thighs. Tally heard herself moaning when she was not panting or whimpering.

  Carson tugged at her wrist, bringing her forward until she was on her hands and knees. Her trembling worsened. Was he in front or behind her? “Where are you?” she cried.

  “Where I can admire you best.” His voice was almost bodiless. “You are most beautiful like this, Tally, when you are writhing and greedy for me. And you are greedy for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!” she replied, her voice hoarse with need.

  “Hmmm…I don’t think you’re quite there, yet.”

  “No!” She could have wept. But before she had a chance to react further, a finger probed between her legs. A simple sweep of a fingertip through her moisture-ladened cleft, from her anus to her swollen clit.

  She sucked in her breath, her back arching, and her bottom pushing back.

  Carson chuckled. “Ah…the promise! Such delicate fruit!” Then, nothing.

  “I’m going to kill you,” Tally breathed.

  His lips touched hers, snatching her breath away yet again with the unexpectedness of it. “I’m going to give you such pleasure, Natalia, you wouldn’t dream of killing the source of such unique joy.”

  “Your arrogance is certainly unique.”

  “Not arrogance. Knowledge.” His tongue swept over her mouth and his lips nibbled on them. It was erotic and highly arousing despite the more direct stimulus she had already received.

  She sighed and heard his breath catch.

  “You’re a drug, Natalia Grey,” he growled. His hand came around the back of her head, and he was kissing her properly, his mouth hard against her lips. There was no finesse to this kiss and she knew that he wasn’t giving pleasure this time. He was taking. Inhaling.

  Abruptly, she was released and the same silence descended. No, not the same. She heard his breathing now. Not as hurried as hers but there, nevertheless. She was affecting him, too. Warmth s
pread through her at the idea that without even touching him she could exert that much power over him.

  Then his fingers slid inside her pussy and coherent thought scattered. She breathed out a choked moan as his big fingers invaded her, her muscles automatically clamping down around him. Two of them, sliding up against the walls of her vagina, stretching her, for he was spreading them.

  Then a third slid inside her and her hips bucked as the intense erotic sensations burst through her. Little moans erupted from her lips as Carson worked his fingers inside her. There was plenty of lubrication for what he was doing. She was awash in moisture. He slid his big fingers and their rough knuckles in and out, spreading her, teasing her, rubbing against the walls of her pussy. Her body seemed to melt into a quivering mass of nerves and sensations and no thought except for the marvels of pleasure and the need for more.

  Distantly, she was aware of his fingers sopping up her juices and spreading them, but she no longer questioned anything he did. She had short-circuited her logical processes and was a purely sensory creature only interested in the erotic, the sensual. When his finger rimmed her anus, she pushed her hips back, encouraging him. The sensation was unique. Unusual. She liked it. He slipped a finger inside her, and she hummed, liking the odd feeling. He probed deeper, slipped another fingertip inside. Slowly, he worked the fingers, stretching her, spreading her natural lubricant, making her moan, making her like it. Making her writhe and pant.

  His own breath was heavy and hard now. She could hear it below her own.

  The fingers in her pussy were withdrawn and a hot blunt probe pushed up against her folds instead. Carson’s cock. He still had his fingers in her ass and she realized as his other hand gripped her hip that they were going to stay there. She felt a feathering of fear, then he slid the tip of his cock into her.

  He was huge, it felt like. She could feel her pussy muscles stretch around him, accepting him, trying to draw him in like a craven wanton. Even her fingers dug into the carpeting. She whimpered. So close. So close.

  “Shhhh,” he murmured, but his voice was unsteady.

  She was coming unglued. “Fuck me, Carson,” she cried, in a throaty voice that was not her own.

  His cock pushed a little deeper, opening her up.

  She went mad, wiggling, trying to work him deeper with her own motions, whimpering and moaning. Thought ceased. The orgasm that had been gathering in her depths finally moved, swelled and began to lift, taking over her body and her senses.

  She hyperventilated.

  But still it wasn’t enough. Not enough. She dug her fingers into the carpet and tossed her head. Sweat gathered on her temples and she cried out her frustration.

  His cock slammed into her, buried deep into her depths in one satisfying stroke, filling her as no other man ever had. She stilled for several heart beats, as she savored the sensation. But then Carson’s finger and thumb closed around her swollen and ready clitoris, and stroked it with deadly, knowing expertise, as he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her and rammed it back in with another hard, deep thrust. He mirrored the action with his fingers in her anus.

  Tally climaxed almost immediately, with an orgasm more powerful than she had ever experienced in her life. For a moment her hearing ebbed, and even her heartbeat seemed to slow and perhaps even halt as she hung endlessly on the very peak of the climax, her body locked in that perfect moment. Even her breathing ceased.

  Then she screamed as the pleasure crashed upon her in wave upon convulsive wave, made deeper, hard and more profound by Carson’s fingers in her ass and his cock in her pussy, and his masterful milking of her clit and expert control of her body. He had done this to her. He had orchestrated this mind-altering, out-of-body experience. He did, indeed, know what he was doing.

  But he was not finished with her yet. Even as she panted, trying to recover, he withdrew from her body and flipped her on her back. She was not a petite woman, but he handled her like she was a china doll and made her feel delicate and feminine. His arm was around her waist and he was tugging at her blindfold. She closed her eyes, bracing for the light as the sash was pulled away, then carefully opened them.

  Carson’s eyes were black and sleepy-looking as he leaned over her. “You screamed my name,” he said. His voice was heavy with arousal.

  “I did?” She couldn’t remember screaming.

  His hand picked up hers and spread it on the rug, above her head. He did the same with the other. It made the muscles in his chest expand and his shoulders look big and round. She caught her breath. For the first time she looked down and saw his naked body, and the cock that had been inside her moments before. It glistened with her fluids. It was big and it throbbed as she watched, with a tracery of veins extending its length. The head flared, red along the edges. He used his knee to nudge her thigh aside. His thighs were strong. Not bulging in muscle, but not spindly, either.

  “I’ll have you screaming my name again,” he promised.

  Her heart thudded. “Again?” she asked.

  “Always. Every way,” he told her. He brought her hands around in a big circle so that they were down next to her hips, then pushed them under her hips, so that both his and her hands were propping her hips and pelvis up. Offering her to him.

  He smiled, the wisps of long hair trailing over his eyes giving him a wicked, devil-may-care look. “You didn’t think this was a one-time offer did you?”

  Before she could even begin to formulate a response, he lowered himself to the rug and roughly shouldered his way between her thighs. He slid his tongue the length of her cleft, lapping up the juices she had yielded, murmuring sounds one might make when eating a particularly nice meal. His tongue slit between her folds and probed deep into her pussy and even around her anus. He spared not a single inch of her. He even swirled around her temporarily replete clitoris, which throbbed at his touch. By the time he was done, she was squirming, her heart racing.

  There was something sinful and thrilling about watching his dark head working between her thighs and the stray hair falling over his eyes. The working of his sensual lips and tongue were hypnotic.

  Eventually his tongue slid upwards again, to circle her clit, probing at it. She moaned, her body shuddering. She could not possible experience again a climax as powerful as the one she had just had…could she?

  Tally watched Carson’s mouth descend upon her mons, sucking her clit inside, before the deep, powerful wrench of pleasure hit her, and she realized that yes, it might be possible after all. Her head rolled back involuntarily as the spike of intense excitement rolled through her.

  Carson did not spare her. Nor did he linger. This time, he pushed her to a swift, silvered orgasm by the most direct route possible. He did not stop to tease, to linger, or indulge in delaying tactics or subtleties. Her climax spilled through her with the purity of light, a heady simple thing that nevertheless seemed to snatch away everything but her heartbeat. She couldn’t even reach for him, for her hands were still locked under her hips, along with his.

  Did I scream? she wondered, dazed, as her breath returned to her.

  Her hands were free and Carson was above her, his cock pushing into her, his gaze on her face. There was sweat beading at his temple and his expression was one of a man on the edge of…pain. His cock slid deep and came to rest for a brief second before he began to thrust in hurried, hard movements. The tendons in his neck stood out, showing strain.

  “Not enough, not nearly enough,” he growled as he thrust into her. He came with a choked cry, and the little erotic grind of his pelvis was enough to set off another small climax of her own, as she curled her leg over his hip.

  She found she was shaking when he became still above her. Carson noticed too, and cupped her face in his hand, frowning. “I hurt you?” His cock was still inside her and still erect, as far as she could tell, and he was supporting himself on his elbows and knees. She shook her head.

  “I think…I’m hungry. For real food.”

 
He closed his eyes for a second. “Food,” he growled. “I’m sorry. With the shock of your father and a broken night’s sleep, you’re probably starving.”

  Her father. The fact of her father’s death touched her again as it had been all day, like something she kept tripping over mentally that she kept forgetting to put away, and kept ramming her shins into painfully every few minutes. It didn’t get any easier with repetition. Would it ever? There was just a gaping raw hole where her father used to be. She fought against tears for a moment, got the better of them, and looked up at Carson. “Food would be good,” she said evenly.

  He must have watched the by-play of emotions on her face. “You’re allowed to mourn him, you know,” he said gently.

  “Not until I know how he died. Then I’ll mourn him. Then I’ll grieve. First, I have to kill the bastard that killed him.”

  Carson actually flinched. She felt it as their bodies were still connected. He lifted himself from her and stood up.

  “You think you have something to do with it,” she breathed.

  “I was there,” he pointed out. “And I’m the only one left breathing.” He walked over to where his jeans lay and thrust his leg into them. His rear, she noted absently, was just as wonderful as the front view. For a hunter constantly on the road, he was either genetically blessed, or inordinately disciplined. Perhaps he spent a lot of time in the YMCAs around the country, or surfing.

  “You were there to help my father. You were his partner.”

  “But your father died and I didn’t have a scratch on me.” Carson pushed the other leg in, pulled the denim up his thighs and fastened it. No underwear, she noted.

  “In a warehouse full of gargoyles who killed your father, and one very pissed off demon who wants to take out your two vampire friends at the very least, I’m the only one to survive, and without a scratch on me. It doesn’t look good.”

  “Not without a scratch,” Tally responded. She rose from the carpet, and because there was nothing else for her to put on, she reached for Nick’s robe and slid back into it. “You lost your memory. Something happened to you for you to end up with a hole in your mind.” The sash was a few feet away and she bent over and picked it up, holding the robe closed around her, then wrapped the sash around her twice and tied it closed.