His breath against my pussy makes my toes curl, and when his tongue slips between my folds, I hold my breath, unable to move or think straight. From the start, I had wanted to feel Carter’s beard scratch my pussy as the tiny hairs rub my skin and his tongue works its magic. My mind goes blank the more he laps up my juices and sucks on my clit. And, as he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I concentrate on finding my release as he manages to hit the sweet spot.
Gripping his hair in my hands, I hold him in a vise and scream his name, sounding as if he’s murdering me. I’ve always been somewhat of a screamer, but Carter takes me to a whole other level.
Why did I insist on playing games with him? I had no idea what I was missing out on by withholding sex from Carter. It turns out I was only punishing myself, because my God, Carter has some serious skills. He wasn’t joking when he said he was going to feast on my pussy. After every promise he made, Carter did not disappoint. Not even close.
In preparation for tonight, I left the condoms on the nightstand next to the bed. Carter glances up as if searching for them. He spots the box, and his eyes flicker with acknowledgment. Sitting up, he pushes my leg to the side just far enough for him to retrieve a packet from the table next to the bed.
He tears open the foil, staring down at me as he rolls the latex down his length. “Are you ready?”
I nod, nervous about his size as he positions himself at my entrance, before plunging inside my wetness. I have no time to adjust, forced to take all of him at once.
Grabbing my hips, he fucks me hard, so fucking hard that I close my eyes, hoping the pain will soon turn to pleasure. Once it does, I don’t want him to stop. He’s so rough that I’m pretty sure he will leave a mark. I hope he does so that I have proof that this night happened and it wasn’t all a dream.
I slide my hands through his hair that’s just long enough to push behind his ears. He’s so fucking sexy. Combined with the faces he makes as he pounds into me, claiming my pussy, I almost lose my shit. With my legs wrapped around him and digging into his back, I push him further inside me, biting down on my lip from the pain.
Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and when he finally bends down to kiss me, I can taste his saltiness on my lips. He’s a beast on the ice and apparently, a savage between the sheets. But he’s tender for a second, even if it only lasts for the few moments where he stares into my eyes, communicating that he wants more. He’s nowhere near done with me.
Right after I come, he pulls out just long enough to flip me over and onto my stomach. He grabs my hips, positioning me how he wants, and fucks me from behind. This time, he’s more violent. But I don’t care.
Clutching the sheets between my fingers, I use my forearms to support myself and press my lips to the mattress. I scream so fucking loud my throat hurts. Carter is so rough with me, my ass slapping against his skin as he takes what he wants from me. I had no idea he was such an animal before tonight.
He mentioned a few times at dinner that it would hurt. Carter asked me if I was prepared to be spanked, so it’s no surprise when his palm comes down hard on my ass cheek. Despite knowing it would come, I still wasn’t ready for him to whack me with so much force.
He leans forward, fisting my hair in his hands with the other still on my hip. My insides clench around him, and I come again. This time, a series of orgasms wreck me one after another, owning my body. After all the men I have been with, I never had sex like this. I never had Carter with his calloused hands and big cock, manhandling me and ruining me for all men.
He waits until my body relaxes before pulling out of me again. With a steady hand, he moves me onto my back, lifts my legs over his shoulders, and pushes inside me once more. This man has no limits. I swear he could last all night, but he’s already destroyed me. He didn’t just claim my pussy, he owns it.
Kissing my inner thigh, he glances down at me, holding my focus as he goes deeper and deeper. He doesn’t speak, only a series of grunts and fuck me eyes that set my body on fire. After so many orgasms and the pain he caused to get me there, I feel numb all over. It’s as if my body is floating above me, completely detached with the high Carter has given me.
Showing a softer side I haven’t seen from him, Carter drops my left leg onto the bed, still holding the right one, and bends forward to kiss me. He changes his pace as he does this, slowing down just enough to make it hurt less as I yell obscenities against his lips.
My screams die off in his mouth, and my body trembles beneath him. He made me come so many times I have lost track. I had no idea it was even possible to have this many orgasms in one night without the help of a vibrator.
Carter finally comes, his entire body shaking in the process. He grunts and groans, his face writhing in agony, and it’s sexy as fuck. Looking into my eyes, he kisses my forehead, and then, leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and chest before sliding out of me. Out of breath, he rolls onto his side and squeezes my breast once before dropping his arm onto the mattress.
I can barely function, my mind so detached from my body that I couldn’t even formulate a single thought if I tried. Is there anything to say after such world-shattering sex? Where do I even begin?
Our heavy breathing is the only sound filling up the silence in the quiet room. I close my eyes, doing my best to control my heart rate. But I am still having trouble getting a handle on myself. I want more, though I doubt my body would last another round with Carter. He stretched me out so much I already know I will be wearing flats tomorrow. I’ll be lucky if I can do more than hobble around my house. Everything hurts but in the best way possible.
Carter rolls onto his side, after a long pause, and kisses my forehead. “That was…”
“Everything you thought it would be,” I finish for him with a smile.
“More. So much more.” He plants a kiss on my lips, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, as he strokes my jaw with his fingers.
Even after our lips separate, I still want more. I can never get enough of Carter. I’m hungry and desperate, searching for the next high. He rolls off the edge of the bed and walks into the master bathroom without another word.
But when he comes back, he has a washcloth in his hand and a smile on his lips. He plops down on the mattress next to me and opens my legs with his hand.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” He asks with his eyes pointed down at the bed. “I didn’t mean to be so…”
“Rough,” I finish for him.
He meets my gaze, rubbing the wet cloth between my legs. “Yes. I…I don’t know what to say. It’s just the way I am. I warned you at dinner.”
Watching as he cleans me up with such care, I see another side to Carter that makes my heart melt. He’s sweet and caring when he wants to be.
“It’s okay,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I will get used to you after a while. A few more times and I won’t even flinch when you fuck me.”
He laughs. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I went easy on you tonight.”
For the first time since we stepped into my bedroom, I notice Carter still has on his shirt. The black oxford is rolled up to his elbows with the black-and-gray striped tie lose and dangling from his neck.
Tugging on his tie, I pull him closer. “Why did you leave on your shirt?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t think about it. I was too busy trying to claim your pussy.”
“Why don’t you take it off, so we can get in the shower together? You can wash me all you want in there.”
He stops touching me, and with the washcloth in his hand, he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he speaks. “I’m good, but you can get in the shower if you want. I’ll wait here for you.”
“Don’t be silly, big guy.” I finger the top button of his shirt, working my way down when he clamps his hand on top of mine.
“Stop it, Sydney.” His tone completely changes from the lighter version I had only a few seconds before. “I don�
�t want to get in with you, and I’d like to keep my shirt on. Is that going to be a problem?”
“No,” I choke out, holding back my tears.
Upset by his words, I sink back into my spot on the bed, thinking of what to do next. Why is he such a dick after I gave him everything he wanted? I’m so confused I want to run into the bathroom and ball my eyes out. But I won’t. That will only ruin things between us. He’ll think I’m still the same drama queen he first met. To some extent, I guess I am. Even though I am trying my best to change my ways. For him.
A beat passes between us before he reaches over and clutches my hand, giving it a quick squeeze. “I’m sorry. Remember how I told you at dinner I have certain limits?”
“Yes,” I whisper, too afraid to make eye contact with him.
“This is one of them. Understand?”
“No, not really.” That’s the truth. “I don’t see why we can’t shower together.”
“We just can’t. Okay?” He waits for me to nod before he continues. “You will have to get used to certain things about me until I become more comfortable with you. I need time. That’s all.”
“Okay.” I lean my head on his shoulder and peek up at him. “I will wait for you, Carter.”
“Good.” He flashes a panty-dropping smile. “Now, bend over the bed, so I can claim your pussy all over again.”
Hooking my leg over his, our limbs intertwined, I plant a kiss on his lips. This is nice. Being with Carter is so different from the other men I have dated. While I’ve never been with a man so aggressive and forceful, I’m excited by the promise of more.
“You never do what I tell you to do,” he mumbles against my lips. “But you will when we’re in the bedroom. Got it?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathe.
Before I have time to peel myself away from him, Carter grips me up and turns me onto my side. He brushes my hair from my neck, places kisses along my skin, and down to my shoulder.
“You need to get on the pill,” he tells me, his breath sending chills down my spine. “I want to fuck you without anything between us.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I think over his comment before I say, “I’ve been on it since high school.”
With his massive erection digging into my ass cheek, I know what is about to come. And I allow it. Carter positions himself to line up with my entrance, his cock sliding inside me. For some reason, I trust him. And I’m not clueless when it comes to taking my medicine, unlike Kennedy.
Carter stretches me out once more, taking things slower this time. He must know I can only handle so much of him in one night, and I am thankful.
“You feel so good, baby,” he says into my ear, gripping my hip. “So fucking wet for me. You were right. You were worth the wait.”
I fight back the tears, his words having an overwhelming effect on me. While I may not understand his weird issues in bed, I know I cannot go back to a life without Carter in it.
“So were you,” I mutter under my breath. “Now, fuck me like I know you want to.”
I feel the smile on his lips as he presses them against my skin.
It’s going to hurt. I’m prepared. This is my way of giving into him. Carter is the exception to my rules. And he’s breaking all of them. I just hope he doesn’t break my heart.
Chapter 15
Carter
It’s been three weeks since my date with Sydney. In such a short amount of time, I feel myself wanting to open up to her. Unfortunately, every time I try, the words never come out. Instead, I’m left speechless, which usually leads to us having sex again. At least during those tender moments with Sydney, I don’t have to explain myself. There’s no prying into the past or my life.
Sydney has gotten used to having sex with my shirt on, though I know she would rather me fuck her completely naked. I wish I could. I wish I could change the reasons I have these issues. But the insecurities are still there, and I’m not ready to show her the tattoos on my back. Only Jenny can see them. She’s the only person who understands the importance of their meaning.
After practice, I hit the shower, washing as fast as possible, so I can get dressed and back to Sydney’s apartment. I spend most of my time there now. Even though our practice facility is closer to my house than hers, she insists on sleeping in her own bed. And since she’s been so understanding of my quirks, who am I to deny her the one thing she asks of me?
Liam West, our starting right winger, and an alternate captain strolls over to me in black track pants that hang low from his waist and a Flyers T-shirt. He’s been with the Flyers one season longer than Tyler and has a lot of talent that has gone to waste on this team. I’m hoping we can get something going since we’re already a few weeks into the new season, and we haven’t pulled our heads out of our assess.
“Have you seen the tapes?” Liam asks me, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. A dusting of freckles covers the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and when he smiles, the dimple in his left cheek creases his skin. “Tyler thinks we found something that might help you get your game back. I haven’t seen anything unusual, but who knows. Tyler knows you and this team better than anyone.”
“Thanks for doing that.” I feel stupid that Tyler had Liam dig through film just to see where I lost my way. “Hopefully we can use whatever is on those tapes.”
As a professional athlete with a career on the line, I should have done it for myself. Too bad I hadn’t thought of it before Tyler had proposed the idea to Liam. I also wonder how many people on the team know about our experiment. Knowing Tyler, he kept this on the down low, or at least I hope he did. With secrets of his own, he’s not one to go blabbing about other people. I also didn’t expect him to ask Liam for help.
“I hope so.” He sighs. “If we get knocked out of the playoffs again, I’m going to lose my shit.”
“Me, too. I can’t handle another year of missing the playoffs. My contract is up next year, so I have more on the line than the rest of us.”
“That wouldn’t stop the organization from trading any of us.” He says the words with a sour look on his face. “You’ll get your game back. Just hang in there, and it will all come back to you. Well, I have to get going. I have a date with this chick I met a few days ago.”
“Since when do you do dates?” I deadpan with a smirk my lips. Liam is just as much a player as Tyler and me. Or at least as much as we were before we met our girls.
He shrugs. “I don’t. I was just being nice and calling it a date.”
I laugh at his comment and slap him on the back. “You better get to it then. I’m off to meet up with my girl now.”
“You and Tyler,” he says, shaking his head, disappointed, “what a bunch of pussies you guys turned into.” He catches my frown and adds, “Don’t think I haven’t overheard your conversations about Sydney. You two are like a bunch of girls gossiping over their boyfriends.”
“ I am not.” I make a fist and punch him hard in the biceps.
He laughs it off, taking a step back from me. “Tyler maybe, but I am not pussy whipped.”
“Whatever you say.” He flashes a set of white teeth as the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile. “I’ll catch you later, man.”
I nod. “Later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Liam smirks. “That’s a short list.”
There’s some truth behind his words. If only I could get past my wall, and do the one thing every sane man does in front of his woman. Only time will tell. Sydney promised to wait. She’s been very patient with me. Soon enough, I plan to show her everything, down to the deepest part of my soul. She should know what she’s getting herself into before it’s too late.
Liam walks past me, slinging a gym bag over his shoulder as he exits the room, disappearing into the hallway. Most of the guys are shuffling about, some in towels and other dressed and on their way home. After the night I had with Sydney, I’m jonesing to give her pussy another pounding. Just thinking about fucking Sydney ha
s my dick at half-mast.
On my way out of the locker room, Tyler clamps his hand down on my shoulder to stop me. “Hey, do you have a minute? I want to show you something.”
I come to a halt. “Is it about the tapes? Liam said you guys found something on them.”
Tyler drops his hand back down to his side, a sullen expression scrolling across his face. With one look, he makes me nervous. “What did you find?”
“It’s easier if I show you. Liam didn’t pick up on it, but I know you well enough to know this has to be the reason.” He guides me down the long hall, checking over his shoulder before he removes his cell phone from his pocket.
We stop at the end, leaning our backs against the cinderblock. Tyler sucks in a deep breath as he flips through his phone in silence. A beat passes between us where my stomach knots in anticipation of what he found, while Tyler scrolls through videos with a worried look in his eyes.
“Got it,” he announces, holding the phone out so I can see it. The screen is paused, the images of the players blurry and pixelated. “Do you remember when we played the Capitals at home last season, and I got into it with Parker before he got his ass traded to the Flyers?”
“I guess.” I have no particular memory of the game, only Tyler and Parker taking turns whooping each other’s asses up and down the ice.
“Just watch. You’ll see the same thing as me.” He hits play on the video.
I watch as our guys turn over the puck to Alex Parker. On a breakaway, Alex rushes down the ice with our guys trailing behind him, moving the puck from left to right, as he attempts to dodge our guys. That fucker is fast. I’ll give him that. We lucked out when we acquired him from the Capitals. Nothing on the footage is out of the ordinary. As per the usual, Alex is showing off his puck handling skills and speed.
But then it happens. As Alex gets closer to the net, I sink into position, waiting for him to attack. I’m ready and determined to stop the puck until Alex moves his stick back to take the shot and Tyler comes up from behind and trips him. Alex falls forward and into me, his stick landing down hard on my back. I flinch at the sight of him hitting me.
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