It was embarrassingly quick how fast she could bring me to the edge. There was no fighting against the magic her mouth was creating.
“I’m close, baby,” I warned and prayed this wasn’t the one time she didn’t want to swallow. It had been a long time since I’d taken care of myself, even longer since I’d had her and if she pulled her mouth away there’d be one helluva mess.
She doubled her efforts, adding her hand at my balls and gently massaged while she sucked me off.
Heaven. Hell. Bliss. Torment.
I wanted to buck up into her mouth and fuck her mouth but at the same time I wanted to rest my head back and close my eyes. I couldn’t do either. I had to watch the road. Pure fucking hell. She’d pay for this later tonight.
So fucking good I couldn’t last any longer and wasn’t going to try.
I felt my cock throb and Laney took me to the back of her throat and I let go.
“So damn good, baby.” My orgasm ripped through me and my vision blurred. “Fuck, Laney. So good.”
She swallowed, then swallowed some more. The ropes of come seemed endless and she kept at me until the last of my orgasm subsided.
“Christ, baby,” I groaned as she pulled off my dick and gently stroked it before tucking it back in my boxers.
She helped me zip up my jeans but left the button undone and scooted over in her seat.
Fuck. Why did I let that happen?
“Laney?”
“Yeah?”
Damn. She sounded almost upset.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
That was a no. Shit.
“I shouldn’t’ve started—”
“You didn’t like it?”
“Babe, your mouth is second to only your pussy. It’s heaven. But that was pure torture.”
“Torture?”
She wanted a hundred percent honesty and all of me, holding nothing back. This was one of those times she was going to get it and I hoped I didn’t sound like an asshole.
“When you suck me off I like to watch. I like to hold your hair and control your movements. Sometimes I like to play with you and fuck you with my fingers while your mouth is working my cock. I couldn’t do any of those things without killing us, so it was torture. I was trying not to lift my hips and force you to take me deeper. With that said, anytime your mouth is on my cock I’m in heaven. So I was struggling between wanting to pull over and driving faster to get to the apartment. Because when we get there, you’re going down on me again. Only this time with my mouth between your legs and I’m not gonna let you come for a long time.”
She was back to squirming and I’d gone this far—might as well finish the way I intended.
“And just so we’re clear, that five date rule is over. When I’m done tasting you, I’m gonna fuck you and when my cock is inside of you, I will be kissing you.”
“Maybe I need to take another nap.”
Relief hit fast when I heard the humor in her tone.
“That’d be a good idea, baby, you’re gonna need your strength. It’s gonna be a long night.”
“How much longer?”
“Under an hour.”
“Really?”
“The way you drive, it’d take one and a half. But the promise of your sweet pussy huggin’ my cock, we’ll be there in forty-five.”
“Don’t get a ticket.”
“It’d be worth it.”
“No, it wouldn’t. It’d only delay us getting home and I can’t wait much longer.”
“You need me to take care of you now?”
“I’d like to say yes, but with all your talk about your mouth on me, I think I’ll wait.”
I let out a bark of laughter, enjoying her playful side. Something I’d missed for a long time.
“It’ll be worth the wait.”
“It always is,” she whispered.
Christ. There it was. My Delaney. Sugar sweet and smokin’ hot all in one.
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Delaney
“Don’t do it, Laney.”
Carter’s mouth went back between my legs, his lips latched onto my clit and he sucked hard.
Once again, I bucked, unable to stop the raw need and quest for release.
I was going to do it. I couldn’t stop the rush of heat his tongue was creating even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to wait. He’d been toying with me long enough for a sheen of sweat to cover my body, then turn to chills as the cool air in the room cooled my skin, only for Carter to work me into a frenzy again.
I wasn’t above begging, so that’s what I did.
“Please, honey.”
“Not yet.”
With one last swipe of his tongue he lapped up the wetness he’d created and pulled away.
“Carter!” I snapped.
I was so close. Right there and ready to explode.
“Not until I’m inside of you.”
“Then hurry.”
“Oh, no. This is gonna go slow.”
Slow would kill me. The ache between my legs was unbearable and if he wasn’t going to do something about it, I was.
My hand left the bed where Carter had told me to keep it and went straight to where I needed friction.
His gaze followed my hand and his eyes flashed.
“Delaney.” His gravelly voice filled the room. “Don’t come.”
My finger flicked over my clit and on a moan, I pressed my head back and arched my back.
“Fuck. Spread your legs wider. I wanna see.”
My knees fell further apart and both his hands grabbed my inner thighs, pushing them back, lifting my ass off the bed.
At Carter’s encouragement I rubbed myself harder. He was giving me conflicting directions but I was getting too close to concentrate on his words.
“Stop.”
He swatted my hand away, and using my legs, he hauled me toward his erection and drove in.
“Carter!” I screamed.
“Take me, Laney.”
He was up on his knees and I tilted my hips up the best I could, the new angle placing my ass on his thighs and he hammered into me.
No more going slow. His control had slipped just as I hoped it would.
“Lock your legs around me.”
The moment I complied his hands left my ass and traveled up my stomach. The callouses on his palms scraped my skin as they went, leaving goose bumps in their wake. God, I loved his hands. Loved how strong they were, how rough they felt but how gentle they could be. Though he wasn’t being gentle now as he cupped both of my breasts and roughly massaged and pushed them together.
“God, I love your tits.” His thumbs strummed my already hard nipples and shockwaves rippled through me.
“Harder, honey,” I begged.
“Not yet.”
“I need—”
“I know what you need, Laney. I know you’re close. I have every part of you memorized. I know what you sound like, I know the blush that creeps down your chest, I know what it means when your nipples get hard, and your tits swell. I know how your pussy starts to tighten and what it means when you get so wet it leaks down my balls. I know every fucking thing about your body and how it reacts to mine. I know that when I’m ready, you’re gonna come screamin’ my name. But not yet. I wanna enjoy this. I wanna watch you and listen to your sweet moans fill this apartment.”
He stopped talking long enough to lean forward and swirl his tongue around each nipple, tearing a moan from me, and my back arched farther, trying to keep his mouth. His thrusts hadn’t stopped and now that he was leaning forward there was a good amount of pressure on my clit and I was one step closer.
“Carter, please.”
“So many nights I fantasized about you in this bed with me. And not just about me buried deep inside of you, but of holding you close. Waking up next to you. Holding your hand and kissing your fingers, seeing my ring there and knowing you were mine and showing the world. So many times, Laney baby. I was lost and lonely and wished you were here.”
/> His pace had slowed but my heart rate sky rocketed and tears welled.
“Fuck, Laney, I missed you so much. So much of my life has been spent missing you. No more. Not another day. I will never miss you again. Life without you is terrifying.”
He pushed down and he gave me his weight. His body was heavy but his words heavier. So long I’d waited for this. So long that now that I had it I was scared to death.
“I love you, Delaney, so much. I’m so sorry. Please don’t ever pull away again.”
His face went to my neck and automatically I tilted my head, giving him better access. Carter’s lips went to my throat before he licked his way up and gently tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. A tremor went through me and my hands went to his back, the muscles under my fingertips flexed and I did the only thing I could do. I wrapped my arms around him and held on.
“It feels so good to be home,” he whispered.
One of his hands moved between us and the pad of his thumb found my clit and he started rubbing. There was no slow, soft build-up. He pressed hard and stroked fast while keeping his thrusts controlled.
“More,” I pleaded.
“Tell me, Delaney.”
“Faster, Carter.”
“Not until you tell me.”
I didn’t know what he wanted me to tell him so I continued to beg.
“Give me more, honey. I need you to move faster.”
“You’ll get faster when you tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“That you love me. I wanna hear you say it.”
I loved him more than anything but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to say it. Once I did, there’d be no going back.
“I love you, Delaney. Down to my soul, I love you. Just tell me.”
“I…”
“Baby.” Our moans mingled together as I felt my pussy start to constrict.
His body was covering mine, his scent all around me, his confession still fresh on my mind, and more love than I’d ever felt from him was filling my heart.
I couldn’t hold back.
Not anything.
“I love you, Carter.”
His reaction to my words was immediate and it was swift. He surged forward, his cock went deep, and he didn’t stop pounding into me.
My breath fled and my eyes rolled.
“Oh, God.”
“Hard enough, Laney?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes.”
“Do it.” His thumb pressed harder and I exploded.
“Jesus!” he shouted. “Say it, Laney.”
“I love you, Carter.” My declaration came out in choppy moans as I tried to focus but failed.
Everything was shattering—everything but my heart. Somehow some of the cracks I never thought could be repaired started to heal. That easy. That was all I’d needed. Carter opening up and laying himself before me, giving me everything I’d desperately wanted.
I thought I’d wanted promises. But I realized in that moment I hadn’t—not really. I just wanted to know he missed me as much as I missed him. That he was lonely without me. That deep down he wanted what I wanted. For years I had parts of Carter, I had only what he’d allow. Now I had the rest.
My legs shook, my arms tightened, and my toes curled.
“My sweet Delaney,” he moaned and planted himself deep.
His body shuddered. With one last roar of my name he spilled himself inside of me.
He was right, it felt good to be home.
* * *
The knocking had turned into pounding, followed by a man’s voice from the other side of the door.
It was easy to hear considering Carter’s apartment was one big room. Not that I’d paid much attention last night. We’d walked in and Carter tossed our bags on the floor and before I could so much as look around, my back was on his bed and he was on top of me.
For a split second I’d thought about protesting. I’d had time to contemplate my unusual behavior. I wasn’t exactly shy when it came to sex. I knew what felt good, I knew what I wanted, and I’d always felt safe enough to ask for what I needed. And Carter had never denied any of my requests. Not even when I’d told him I read a popular romance novel and wanted to try something new.
He’d smiled so wide it’d split his face and he turned hungry. That may’ve been the first time I’d really understood he was holding parts of himself back. Sex between us had always been good. Really good. But after that night, his careful control in the bedroom had changed. His bossiness had grown to a whole new level and the result was brilliant.
So while we had a healthy sex life, and there had been times I’d initiated sex, I’d never been so forward as to give him a blow job in his truck while he was driving.
I don’t know what had come over me, but hearing him talk about the night he’d spanked me coupled with his admission he’d fantasized about that night while he’d jerked off, made me crazy. Crazy enough to want to suck him off. So that’s what I did.
And feeling my big, strong man quake under me as I leaned across him with my head in his lap and his dick in my mouth was fantastic.
That was why when he’d slammed his mouth on mine, I’d opened immediately. And when his hands went to my shirt and pulled it over my head, mine went to the button of my shorts and I’d torn them off. I didn’t delay. And when he stopped kissing me and moved lower, telling me he was going to taste me, I participated in that, too, actively. With my hands in his hair I’d rocked into his mouth, chasing the satisfaction only Carter could give.
Shortly after we were done, as in right after, I’d fallen asleep.
Now it was morning, Carter had no curtains or blinds on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and sunlight was streaming into the room.
“Christ,” Carter mumbled and rolled away from me, then rolled again until he was standing by the bed. Completely unabashed in his nakedness, he placed one hand on the bed next to me to balance himself and kissed my forehead. “Get dressed, Laney.”
“Huh?”
It was too early. I didn’t want to get up and get dressed. I was getting ready to remind him it was summer and I had a rule about getting dressed before noon when he reminded me, “Logan’s here.”
“Crap.”
I threw the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed searching for my clothes.
The knocking started again and Carter yelled, “Hang on!”
I found my clothes, nabbed them off the floor, and rushed to the bathroom. I didn’t need the grand tour to find my way, there were three doors in Carter’s apartment. The front door, one that was closed and I assumed was a closet, and one that was open with the shower in full view.
I glanced in the mirror and winced.
“Laney baby, hurry up,” Carter called.
Hurry up? I needed at least an hour to shower and make myself presentable.
I threw on last night’s clothes, sans panties, mainly because it was gross to wear the same pair of undies two days in a row, not that I had the option because they weren’t with me in the bathroom. Which meant they were somewhere on the floor.
On the floor of Carter’s apartment. I didn’t have time to process why that made me extremely giddy because Logan was getting ready to enter said apartment and I’d die a thousand deaths if he saw them.
It was that thought that had me splashing water on my face and running my fingers through my hair in extreme panic. No longer caring I looked a wreck, I opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.
Then I wished I hadn’t.
Good God.
Carter was standing in the middle of the room, jeans on but shirtless. And next to him was a man who was as tall and well-built as him. But that was where the similarities died. Logan’s hair was sandy blond compared to Carter’s dark, his eyes were deep chocolate brown, and he looked like he had a permanent tan.
“I thought civilian life was making you weak, brother. But, damn, I get it now.” Logan sm
iled. “My ass wouldn’t be getting out of bed either if I had—”
“Wouldn’t finish that if I were you,” Carter cut him off and Logan’s head tipped to the side as he belted his laughter. “Laney baby, come here.”
Yeah, no. I didn’t want to move. I was stuck in place watching Logan laugh. Not because I was enthralled with the man, but because this moment was huge. It was the first time I was meeting one of Carter’s friends and it certainly wasn’t how I’d envisioned it going.
Not with wild sex hair, and yesterday’s clothes on. And I never thought I’d be doing it without panties. Which led me to look around the room.
The instant I did, all thoughts of underwear went out the window and my heart did a funny flip.
The apartment was empty. I mean, there was a couch, an ugly coffee table that looked like it was a garage sale find, a TV, and a bed. I glanced at the boring cream-colored walls and there were no pictures, no artwork, nothing. Bare. I couldn’t even find a nail where something would’ve hung. There were no dish towels in the small kitchen and belatedly I realized there had only been one white towel hanging over the towel rack in the bathroom. No shower curtain because the stall had a frosted glass door but there weren’t any bathmats, not even a toothbrush holder.
My gaze hit the crumpled sheets of the bed and I hated them. Again, stark white.
Boring.
Lonely.
Empty.
This was how Carter had lived?
I fucking despised it. It hurt my heart.
Last night I thought I’d wanted this, Carter being alone, missing me, in a bare apartment wanting to come home to Georgia to see me. Now that I was seeing it, what that truly meant, I didn’t like it. Not one bit. My selfishness slammed into my chest and I blinked away the wetness that was forming.
“What the hell, Laney?” Carter had me in his arms and I tucked my head under his chin.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “God, I’m selfish.”
“What?”
“I thought I wanted this.”
His body went ramrod straight and arms spasmed. “Wanted what?”
“You to live like this. I tried not to think about your other life. The one you had when you weren’t with me. But when I did, I hoped it wasn’t better than what you had with me. It wasn’t better than the home we shared. Now, seeing it, I hate it. I shouldn’t’ve have wanted that. I should’ve wanted more for you, but I didn’t. I wanted what I could give you to be better so you’d want to come home. God, I’m a bitch. How could I have ever wanted this for you?”
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