STUFFED (The Slate Brothers, Book Two)

by Harper James

  “Beautiful,” he whispers, looking into my eyes again. I blink at the light, giving him a pleading look.

  “Don’t stop,” I manage to say. “I want more.”

  Carson’s eyes grow darker. “You’re getting more. But are you ready for it?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, nodding. The blindfold worked like a charm— with one orgasm out of the way, I feel emboldened, eager to let Carson move on without worry. He looks satisfied with my answer, then moves to the end of the bed. He finishes sliding my panties off my legs, then reaches up, unzips the side of my skirt, and pulls it down as well. I’m naked from the waist down when he’s finished. I’m about to sit up and help remove my top when he stops me.

  “Wait,” he says, and then gets back on the bed, kneeling beside me. He positions his fingers at the entrance to my pussy, the touch causing me to whimper in pleasure. He meets my eyes, then slides his other arm underneath my upper body, easing me forward. As I sit up, his fingers press at my entrance; when I’m halfway to sitting, his pointer finger pushes inside me.

  My eyes widen— his fingers, like the rest of him, are large, and while there’s no pain I can feel myself tighten around him. He continues to ease me upward, pushing deeper inside of me as he does so. When I’m sitting upright, I spread my legs a bit more and rock my hips forward so he gets a bit deeper. Carson rubs at the inside of my pussy, and that lightheaded, drunken feeling returns, though not so strongly that I can’t lift my arms up as he uses his free hand to tug my shirt up and over my head. He removes his finger from me in order to unclasp my bra, which he does slowly and carefully, like he doesn’t want to spill something very precious. He groans as he slides my bra off my shoulders and my breasts come into view. I bite my lip, watching him appraise them.

  “Astrid, sweetheart,” he says breathlessly. “I knew you had a perfect body underneath those clothes, but if I’d known you looked like this naked…”

  It’s only when he says this that I realize it’s true— I’m totally naked in front of him, while he’s still fully dressed. He got me to orgasm and undress, to calm down and to let him touch me like no man has, and he did it so slowly and carefully that I barely noticed how far we’d come. The realization that he’s being every bit as meticulous as he promised arouses me even more, and I dare to lean back on my elbows, which causes my breasts to rise and my hips to lift, giving him better access to everything he might want to touch.

  He reaches for my breasts first, cupping them lightly with both hands and running his thumb around the circle of them. Then, Carson slides his thumb directly across my nipple, and I tremble with satisfaction. I lick my lips and meet his eye, telling him in no uncertain terms to keep going. He lowers his mouth and licks the side of my right breast, dragging his tongue across my skin and toward my nipple. I inhale as his tongue finally lights on my nipple, and when I do he immediately envelops it with his mouth, sucking on me gently and readily, rolling me nipple back and forth along his tongue. I moan, and he responds by moving one hand back to my pussy and, more directly this time, sliding his finger back into me, using his thumb to rub against my clit as he finger fucks me.

  Having my breasts and pussy and clit stimulated all at once is more than I can handle, and before I know what is happening, a second orgasm rises in my clit and radiates through my body. I nearly collapse back onto my elbows, but Carson supports my weight without missing a beat, pulling my breast tighter to his mouth and sliding a second finger into me, straining at my walls, pumping in and out of me until I begin to rock my hips to his rhythm as the orgasm blinds me to anything but the pleasure of being with him.

  As I regain my senses, I can’t help but wonder how I’m going to make it through the night— I already feel so close to passing out from exhaustion. But then Carson rises and, with his eyes on me, strips his shirt over his head. I’ve seen him shirtless before, of course, but never with the promise of impending passion— I can’t believe I’m going to feel that body pressed bare against mine, and it makes me bite my lip in want.

  He drops his shirt on the floor, then unbuttons and unzips his pants. I can already see his erection straining at the fabric; when he slides his pants down, his boxers tent out, revealing just how large his cock must be. I breathe heavily in re-instigated nerves and arousal, and Carson’s nostrils flare, as if my excitement has heightened his own. He then slides his boxers to the floor and steps out of them.

  My lips part. His cock is huge— larger than any I saw in the locker room that day, and seemingly thick as my wrist. The very idea that it would fit inside me is terrifying and thrilling at once. My eyes jump to his, and there’s a glint in his gaze.

  “I’m going to fuck you with this, Astrid,” he says, stepping closer. “I’m going to fuck your tiny virgin pussy with my cock. Would you like that?”

  I nod, licking my lips, and he steps closer still, till his knees brush the edge of the bed. “Touch me,” he commands, and I immediately obey, lifting my hands and wrapping them around his cock. One on top of the other, I don’t come close to covering the length of him. I can feel blood pulsing through his cock as I hold him, and he groans as I lightly move my hands up and down, pumping against him. He’s so hard that it seems impossible that I’m touching a human body and not solid stone.

  “You’ve never sucked a cock before either, have you?” he asks, looking down at me.

  “No,” I say, and suddenly I want to— badly.

  Carson puts his hands on my head gently, stroking my hair back as he does so. “Just for a moment— because I can’t wait any longer than that to get deep inside you. Kiss me here,” he says, and motions to the head of his cock. I lean my lips down and kiss the spot he mentioned, tasting him, spicy and masculine on my tongue. “Again,” he murmurs, groaning a bit as I part my lips a bit more this time and kiss him, extending my tongue to run it along the rigid underside of his head. He groans again and pushes a little harder on my head, until I part my lips entirely and let his cock enter my mouth. He fills me so quickly, striking the back of my throat just as my hands, still encircling his shaft, meet my lips. Hands and mouth combined, I can take all of him. I press my tongue up against his cock as he lightly fucks my mouth; when I look up and meet his eyes, I’m aware of how hard he’s fighting to restrain himself.

  “Okay,” he breaths, pulling away from me quickly. “God, Astrid. I can’t come in your mouth yet.”

  “Why not,” I pout, reaching for his cock. He twists away.

  “Because I’m going to come in your pussy,” he says firmly, hungrily. I smile, heart quickening, and Carson reaches into a nightstand drawer and removes a condom. He keeps his eyes on me as he tears the packaging and slides it over his cock; even though I know it’s wise, I can’t help but wish I could feel him bare inside me. Carson takes a few slow, steadying breaths. “Lie back,” he commands. I do so, and he climbs onto the bed between my legs, pressing my knees apart, lightly touching my pussy again to confirm I’m still soaked. He tilts over me, lowering his head to kiss me deeply, tongue toying with mine.

  “Are you ready?” he murmurs, moving his kisses to the side of my cheek.

  “I—I think so,” I say. “I want this.”

  “I’ll be careful with you,” he says, kissing my neck. “You’re so small…I’m going to fill your little pussy up so quickly.” He reaches down between my legs, lining his massive cock up at my entrance; suddenly, I’m aware of just how right he is about my size. I’m also aware of how badly I want him in me even as part of me is terrified it will hurt. He keeps his eyes on mine, watching me, clearly loving this moment— the moment before.

  Then he pushes forward, and his cock eases into me.

  There is mounting pressure, and at first I wonder if I can actually do this. Take him all the way. I open my mouth to tell him to wait, panic rising inside of me.

  And then the pressure gives way, as something inside of me seems to suddenly stretch to accommodate him. There is a burst of momentary pain and then another bur
st of pure ecstasy.

  My mouth opens; I gasp in surprise and pleasure. Carson groans, loud and long, but when my eyes start to drift shut he finds his voice. “No, look at me. I want you looking at me when I take you,” he growls. It’s a fight, but I keep them open as he continues to inch into me, stretching at my pussy, straining at every wall of me until I moan and rock my head back. It doesn’t feel good now— it feels incredible, as my body seems to get more and more accustomed to this new feeling. Carson braces himself with a hand above my head, and places the other by my hip so he can twist his torso and circle farther in.

  “That’s right, baby,” Carson says through gritted teeth, pleasure radiating from his body. “Let me in.” He slows, and then, licking his lips, begins to slowly withdraw, onto the thrust back into me. The motion makes me feel reckless and crazy and desperate for more, and I can’t stop the cries coming from my lips. He thrusts into me again, fucking me bit faster each time.

  I’m being fucked.

  Fucked for the first time, and God is it amazing.

  I reach down, wanting to feel where he’s entering me. His cock slides smoothly against my hand, into my pussy, and I’m shocked to discover how much of him is left. I’m already so full of him, my pussy is already straining against his hardness.

  “I told you I’d fill you up quickly,” Carson growls to me, watching the way my breasts bounce with each stroke. He then sits back on his knees, pulling my hips with him, so that he towers over me and my body is tilted back, balanced on his legs. He begins to work me at a faster, shallow clip, and it makes my heart race. I moan— I’m going to come, I realize, though this is like no orgasm I’ve ever felt before. It’s starting not at my clit, not with a shatter of nerves, but from my core— from deep inside me. Each time the head of Carson’s cock enters me, I get closer. I begin to pant—

  “Let’s try something,” Carson mutters, almost more to himself than me. I’m useless to respond anyway, wobbly from need and arousal. Carson, cock still in me, leans down and pulls my upper body up against him, then spins us both around so his feet are firmly planted on the floor. I’m sitting on his cock now, though he’s holding most of my weight to keep it from plunging too deep inside of me. I fling my arms around his neck, and Carson begins to lightly bounce me on his cock, one arm wrapped around my back to steady me and the other tucked neatly under my ass to balance me on him.

  “Oh my god,” I moan into his ear. “Carson, please—“

  “Please what, Astrid?” he growls back. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I—“ I don’t even know. I don’t know what I want, I just know I want him, more of him, in me, on me, having me. I cry out and then drop my weight as best I can, taking more of him than I have before. It hurts, but in a wonderful, daring way. Carson groans in my ear and clutches my ass tightly, and I feel drunk with power at his reaction— knowing that he’s feeling as heady and happy as I am. I raise up a bit so our faces are level, and kiss him deeply, then ease back down onto his cock. His eyes stay on mine, like he’s watching something magnificent.

  This position, however, is too much for me; I’m going to come, and there’s no holding back. My eyebrows knit together, and my ability to speak in actual words vanishes. Instead, I gaze at Carson as I rise and fall on his massive cock, hoping my eyes say what I can’t: Come with me.

  His lips curl, almost a snarl, and then he begins to move faster, leaning over me slightly but supporting me enough to keep me from falling to the floor. I arch my back, and my nipples are brought to Carson’s mouth in the process. He licks me, sucks on my breasts as he fucks me, and the heat rising in my core swells. Carson groans as my pussy clenches him, and I feel him throbbing inside of me.

  The feeling of his cock, desperate to come, is what tips me over. The feeling in my core releases, and I moan loud, practically a scream of pleasure, as the orgasm ripples through my body like a shockwave. Carson thrusts farther into me, and then groans, clutching me tightly to his body and coming deep in my pussy.

  When he pulls me back up, I feel like a rag doll. Carson is panting, his face red, and I know I must be a disaster of melted makeup and tangled hair. He doesn’t care, though; he kisses me, then eases onto his back, bringing me with him. Once there, he guides my legs up, and slides out of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty but more than satisfied. I crash down next to him, shaky and hot.

  “Good?” he asks breathlessly.

  “Amazing,” I answer curling up against him. “I didn’t know…I didn’t know it would be like that. That it would feel like that. That I would want more of you, even when I couldn’t take it.”

  Carson kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry— we’ll build up to it. We’ll build up to a lot of things, Astrid, because believe me: this isn’t the last time I’m going to fuck you.”

  10

  I want to go again right away—I never want to stop. Carson, however, insists we wait at least a few hours before a second round.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. “It’s not now or never.”

  “But—“

  “Astrid, you’re already going to be sore tomorrow— for a virgin, you took a lot of my cock. I don’t want to keep going only for you to wind up in pain,” he says. “Besides, I came hard. I need a break.”

  “Fine,” I pout, and he pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head in consolation. The cool of the night is starting to nip at my skin; I tug the blanket back up my body and allow Carson to position me against him, my head on the front of his shoulder, legs curled up to his chest. I have to admit, I can already feel more than a touch of soreness creeping in, which I suppose is to be expected, given the cock I just took. Carson is still naked, shamelessly enjoying the night.

  “What made you hang on to your virginity for so long?” Carson asks, sounding just innocently curious enough that I’m not exactly embarrassed by his words. I am surprised, though, that he cares to ask.

  I shrug against him. “I never met anyone I wanted to have sex with that badly. Till you, I suppose. I guess it seemed a stupid to have sex just for the sake of having sex with someone. It’s not like I was trying to unload my virginity to the first available…buyer. Wait, that sounds weird…”

  Carson laughs lightly. He sounds so much more relaxed, like having me has sanded down his many rough edges. I prop my chin up on his chest and dare to ask something I’ve wondered about for a few weeks, now. “They say you used to sleep around, you know. That you’ve only stopped dating this year.”

  “It’s true,” Carson answers. “I’m just trying to stay focused.”

  “That’s totally a newspaper pull quote fake answer. It’s like saying “no comment”,” I argue.

  “You’re literally a reporter!”

  “I’m literally naked in your arms,” I point out, and he sighs, nodding as if in agreement.

  We sit in silence for a moment, and then Carson takes a heavy breath. I can tell that he doesn’t exactly want to tell me the real answer to my question— but I can also tell that he’s going to. “My father slept around a lot. I think he saw women as a means to have sex, not as people.”

  I go still against him, worried that if I stir, he’ll stop talking— and he sounds so open, so free right now. I can’t bear to take that away.

  He goes on. “Anyway, I suppose you could say that his trial and all the scrutiny surrounding it has made me think a lot about the kind of person I want to be. And, frankly, I don’t want to be like my father. At least not in that regard.”

  I bite my lip, listen to the sound of Carson’s hard thumping in his chest. “But in other regards?”

  “Definitely. He’s a great football player. Was a great coach to my brothers and me. He was a great dad, when he wasn’t being a terrible one, you know? Like, our holidays were always amazing— Thanksgiving, Easter, Christmas, all of it. He was really into holidays, so we always had these insane parties where the entire extended family and all the neighbors and everyone’s coworkers and half th
e neighborhood came over. It sounds stupid, but they were magical— like something out of a movie. But…then the holiday would be over, and I guess normal life was boring, because next thing you knew, he’d have a new girlfriend.”

  “You knew he had girlfriends? That’s awful,” I say.

  He scoffs in disgust. “Oh, we all knew. My mom knew too, honestly.”

  My eyes spring open. “Really? Does your lawyer know that? Because that sounds like pretty solid evidence that that woman threatening to tell your mom about the affair isn’t nearly motive enough for him to—“ I stop myself, then cringe. “Sorry,” I mumble. “Got carried away.”

  Carson’s voice is a little stiffer when he responds. “It’s okay. Besides, you had a whole bunch of questions about my family on your sheet. I owed you answers to at least a few, after that performance,” he says, trying to tease me a little as he reaches over and lightly spanks me. “Our lawyer does know, though. Our lawyer knows everything. She talks to my brothers more than I do.”

  “I got the impression the three of you were close,” I say, frowning. How could you play not only the same sport, the same position as your brothers and not be tight? It’s like a built-in conversation topic.

  “We were close. But a murder accusation can really mess things up for a family. Sebastian told my mom he thinks Dad might be guilty. Tyson doesn’t want to talk to any of us anymore, because he’s tired of fighting. I’m sort of stuck between the two of them.”

  “You…think your father might be guilty? Even though you gave him his alibi?” I ask carefully, knowing I may have stepped too far. This is exactly the sort of information I’m supposed to get for the Blaze article— and when I think that, I feel sick to my stomach. Carson is opening up to me, really and truly; how dare I even think about the article right now? I swallow hard to contain the disgust with myself as best I can.

  Carson is staring straight at the ceiling, like he’s hoping there are answers to everything written up there, which means he doesn’t see the guilt in my eyes. “I don’t know for sure that I met my dad for dinner that night. I did when I gave the statement—but you’ve got to realize, my dad had just gotten arrested for murder. My entire world was getting turned around, I was scared, I was worried, we were all freaking out. Dad and I had dinner one night that week, I’m sure of it, but weeks had passed by the time the cops asked me about it.”