“Oh god… Carrie,” he rasped. His hands tangled in her hair. “It feels so fucking good.”
The heaviness in her belly spread to her thighs, her knees, her calves, her toes. It traveled up, to her breasts, to her already hard nipples, up to her throat, her arms, her hands. She was on fire. She was going to burn right up.
Her hands didn’t stop. She lifted her head and caressed the rest of him. His sides, his shoulders, his arms. She traveled back up, up his arms and across his shoulders again, to the barely raised ridges of his collarbones. She traced a pattern up his neck, back up to his lips. The hard lines of him, the uneven planes and bumps of bone and muscle… it was glorious.
She knew, she knew as she rested her fingers on his lips again, as those lips parted and he suckled her index finger into his warm incredible mouth, that she’d never be the same.
Even if it was the last time, it would never really be over for her.
Chapter 13
Burning Bright
Sean
The images flashing through his mind, the desire racing through his blood, turning his insides into a pile of squirming mush… he tried to push it all to the side and just concentrate on Carrie. He wanted to control himself. She was too beautiful, too precious, too- too everything to just be thrown onto the bed, her clothing stripped away, and taken. Lord, he wanted her though. Her touch was turning him inside out. It banished all his better judgment, his good sense, and any shred of control he might have had left.
Something inside of him snapped. It set off a series of sharp bursts of light inside his damn thick skull. His brain turned off and he was just feeling. Carrie followed his lead. Their hands roved over skin, stripping away layers of clothing, discovering, igniting fires, fueling, feeding, needing. He burned so bright that the light filtering bare bulb flickering overhead was dark in comparison.
He’d had his eyes closed for far too long. He finally dared open them, afraid that if he looked at Carrie, actually looked at her, as well as touching her, he’d combust. He’d smolder down to a pile of ashes right there on the bed. She was stripped down to her bra and panties. He took in every single inch of creamy skin, the sweet curve of her stomach and hips, the swell of her breasts in her lace bra, the lace of her white panties that matched.
“I bought them just for tonight,” she whispered. Her quiet confession could have dropped him to his damn knees.
Her words destroyed any other thoughts that might have been forming in his brain. Not that he was there yet. There wasn’t anything actually there, but if there had been, the sight of her and that gentle little statement, drove him out of his skin with lust.
He reached out and gently stroked his hand over the soft silk of her shoulder. “Lord, Carrie…” He couldn’t get out anything more than that.
She probably realized that he was well on his way to becoming entirely fucking useless. She brought her hand up and pushed away her bra straps. She undid the latch at the front and it fell away, exposing the most beautiful, rounded set of breasts he’d ever seen. The tight, dark nipples begged for his touch, his tongue, his mouth. God, anything he could put on them.
He let out a groan that wasn’t quite human. She went rigid at the sound, as hard as he was. That’s not fucking possible to be harder than I am. He was stripped down to his boxers and though they were tight, they left little to the imagination. His cock was so fucking hard he was a little surprised the things were even holding up. He expected to look down and see them in shreds.
His hand moved all on its own. He cupped her breast, let it fill up his palm. She was so soft. So impossibly, perfectly soft. She leaned into the touch, leaned right into him. Her hair fell over her shoulder and the fresh scent of floral shampoo flooded his nose.
“I… Sean, is this real?” She blinked heavily at him through the dark fringe of her lashes.
She leaned into him and inhaled deeply. He couldn’t get enough of her. That was damn obvious, probably to both of them. He was a little socked that she apparently felt the same. That he might be as perfect to her as she was to him. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her. That her need was as furious and pulsing as his own. She breathed deeply again and let out a sigh that was very close to the groan that had clawed its way out of his throat earlier.
“I don’t know,” he choked. His throat felt wounded, raw, scratchy, as shredded and undone as the rest of him. “But I don’t want it to stop.”
“Don’t stop then.” She spoke it like a command, with a quiet authority he hadn’t expected. He didn’t know what he expected when it came to Carrie.
She wasn’t shy, though she appeared to be quiet and thoughtful. She didn’t hold back, though she appeared somewhat reserved at first. She took chances and risked everything, though she was a good girl, a daddy’s girl on the outside. She did it for him. Was she the same way with other people?
Something furious rose up inside his chest. He thought he would explode with the force of it. It wasn’t exactly jealousy. Just a fierce desire to be with Carrie. Not to own her or possess her, but to be the one to make her happy. He wanted to become a part of her the same way she was already a part of him.
One last time. She’d said one last time. He didn’t know if it was possible. If it was ever going to be possible to have just one last time with her. One last taste one last touch. How could he let her go when he wanted a lifetime with her? Seriously? He realized he was serious. It might seem stupid to everyone else. It might have seemed stupid to him a few weeks ago, but now it was real. It was as real as Carrie was. It scared the shit out of him. If it really was one last time, he was going to make it a last time for her to remember.
He let himself become a little unhinged. Hell, a lot unhinged. His hands circled around Carrie’s shoulders and fell to her back. He tugged her into him and toppled off balance at the same time. He fell onto the mattress, on top of her, but shifted away, to be sure that he wasn’t hurting her.
She stared up at him with such trust that the force of it nearly winded him.
He pressed his lips to hers before either of them could say anything. The sounds of their mouths, their lips, their tongues, their saliva, the animal grunts- god, it was unreal. Maybe she was right. It wasn’t real. It was some fucking incredible dream that he didn’t want to ever wake from.
He drank her in, sipped at her mouth, devoured, swallowed, licked. The kiss, burning hot at first, grew lazier and sweeter. Right when he thought he’d calmed down just a little and could actually proceed without going animal crazy on her, she reached between them and grabbed his dick.
Chapter 14
Losing The Fight
Carrie
Sean broke the kiss instantly. Carrie stared at his mouth, amazed at how swollen and pink his lips were. Not at all like they had been before. I did that. I did that to him. Just like she’d taken the power away from him by grabbing his cock. Not that she’d intended to do it, not that she felt like she had power or wanted control. She just felt something shift when she did it. When she took the lead.
“God… Carrie…” he groaned. It was the kind of groan that meant he didn’t want her to let go or stop anytime soon.
Everything she’d suppressed for so long, the doubts about the future, about herself, rose to the surface and were quelled as her hand moved over him through the thin fabric of his tight boxers. There was nothing wrong with her. She might have had some shitty experiences, but that was the past. This was different. It was going to be different for her. She didn’t expect a future out of this. She didn’t expect anything at all. It was just want. Want and need that drove her to Sean. That and something she couldn’t quite explain. Something had drawn her from that first moment she’d seen him. Something that she could no longer fight against.
She wanted his boxers off. She wanted them gone. She wanted her lips where her hand was. She wanted him deep in her mouth, rushing to the back of her throat, thick and swelling and impossibly hard.
“Does it feel goo
d?”
“Really fucking good,” he purred.
“Would it feel better if it was my mouth?”
She literally felt his cock pulse in her hand. It did more than pulse. It actually fucking jumped. She felt the rest of him go rigid right after, as though he was debating with himself just how much he could take. She understood. She doubted she’d last more than a second if he had his mouth on her. Just kissing him, being pressed up against him, skin to skin, was enough to finish her off. She’d never felt so close, right at the brink, just from touching another person. Hell, she didn’t even have to be touching him. Just from looking at him. From breathing his scent and hearing the sexy noises that escaped his throat, knowing she was the one who pulled them from him.
“I- I want that, Carrie, really I-”
“I get it. Maybe we should save it for after. Get the first one out of the way, you know?”
Sean nearly choked. She could tell she hadn’t just surprised him. He looked completely taken off guard. “I want this to be- special for you, Carrie.”
She shrugged. “It already is. Just because it’s you.” He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. She understood. She’d embarrassed herself a little just by saying it. “I brought condoms.”
“Oh god,” he growled. He ripped her to him. His hands circled her back, his arms came around her and he lifted her, slamming her against his chest.
She let out a surprised gasp, but then his mouth met hers and he kissed away the shock and there was just him. Just his hardness, his hands, the fire of his touch. He peeled away her panties, ripped them down her legs. She kicked them away and was already tugging at his boxers before his hands met hers. They worked them off together and then it was just him, hot and aching pressing against all the spots she was soaked and pulsing.
All the nerve endings she’d forgotten, all the ones she thought dead, woke up big time. Her body turned into something that she didn’t recognize as hers, even though she’d lived in it her entire life. His lips were feverish, his mouth eating her up. His cock pressed against her stomach and she was momentarily afraid.
She hadn’t done this with anyone in a long time. She knew her body wasn’t as perfect as it had been before she’d carried and had Jennie. She had little silvery marks on her stomach that Sean either hadn’t noticed or had been too polite to mention. Maybe he didn’t care. She hoped not. She didn’t know what it would feel like, to take him inside of herself. Would he be able to tell? Would he think she was disgusting?
“Stop it,” he panted when he broke away.
“Stop what?” Her voice was equally as broken and gaspy.
“Stop. Stop thinking. Stop judging yourself. You are fucking perfect. You are perfect in every way. I want to be inside of you so badly I think I’m going to lose my fucking mind. I want to fuck you in every way possible. On the floor. Up against the wall. On top that god damn desk. In the shower.”
She giggled, just from nerves. “Here I thought you were talking about places.”
“I was talking about places.”
“No, I mean places.”
“Christ,” he breathed as her meaning finally registered. “Don’t say things like that or I’m seriously going to go off right now.”
“At least we’d get it out of the way. Let me take you in my mouth. I only brought two condoms…”
“Carrie… I can’t-”
“Why not?” She stared at him and he stared at her. Finally he shrugged.
“If it’s what you want then…”
“It’s what I want. I promise.”
“Then… then I guess-”
She didn’t let him finish. She shifted below him, wriggling away. He froze, but as her hands pulled insistently at him, he finally got the hint. He moved up. She’d never done it like that before, not while she was lying flat on her back. He could have rammed his cock halfway down her throat if he wanted to, but he didn’t.
He was gentle, straining above her to keep himself away from her. When she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft of his cock, he trembled. No, maybe that wasn’t the right word. He vibrated. Vibrated with the force of desire.
She brought him to her mouth and wrapped her lips over the tip. He had a huge dick, but the kind that was perfect. Perfectly shaped, smooth, velvet and hard veins. He throbbed in her hand and groaned loudly when she slipped him into her mouth. He tasted fucking perfect too. Salty and earthy and all man.
In her eagerness, her teeth scraped over him. She froze, expecting him to tug her face away, to say something to her that wasn’t exactly kind, but he didn’t. He trusted her and that trust nearly brought her to tears. Instead of giving in and weeping like a child, she kept going. She closed her eyes and concentrated on giving him pleasure.
It was so raw, so violent, so incredible. Her stomach tightened with it, the rawness of her emotion. She slid him in and out of her mouth, worked him with her tongue, gave him all of her by giving to him.
And when his smooth glides turned into frenzied thrusts, she took him to the back of her throat again and again. When he surged hard for a final time, she drank him back. He tried to pull out, but she closed her lips around him firmly. He came hard, in hot bursts that filled up her mouth. She would never have considered doing anything like it in the past. She’d certainly never offered. She actually was grossed out by thinking of swallowing or even having it in her mouth, but with Sean… with Sean it was different. It was beautiful and exciting and made her want him even fucking more.
The heat in her veins intensified. The need became something she couldn’t control. She was dimly aware of Sean pulling out of her mouth, of his hands yanking her upwards as he rolled off of her. He said something about condoms and she dropped to the floor beside the bed, dug in her discarded jeans and produced a few wrapped packets.
She handed one over and watched, fascinated, as Sean unwrapped it and rolled it over the hard length of himself. God, he looked even larger after, if it was possible. It probably was possible. She only wanted him more after he’d come. Maybe it was the same for him.
When he looked up at her, his eyes were terrible, primal, feral. She loved it. She fucking loved that he looked at her the way no one else ever had. Like he wanted to devour her and love her, eat her, fuck her, be sweet and tender and rough as hell in turns. Her blood began to thrum and surge through her veins.
She was just thinking that she should memorize every single second of it. Every single detail, every line and plane, every inch of his skin, every sensation and smell and taste. She should memorize it so that when it was gone, she’d be able to keep it with her and sustain herself with it, no matter how painful it was.
She was lost in her thoughts, in her mind, and that’s when Sean moved. He was so fast she barely had time to register what was happening before strong arms wrapped around her. His hands bit into her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. She let out a gasp and wrapped her legs around his bare hips. She dug her heels into the muscles of his legs and inched upwards. She threw her arms around his neck to keep from sliding down.
With a growl, he captured her lips in a brutal kiss, just before he slammed her up against the wall. Her back hit the faded yellow floral seventies wallpaper hard and then… then she was lost.
Chapter 15
His Real Name
Sean
He knew for a damn fact that he’d never experienced anything in his life close to what he felt with Carrie. She’d given him the best BJ of his life. Obviously. Since he’d lasted all of about a minute. He was so afraid she’d be angry with him for not being able to control himself. Even though she said it was what she wanted… and then she opened her eyes after and- wow. All he could think was wow. She looked at him as if he was the only person on the planet. The only person for her.
And she didn’t even know his real name.
He was able to smother the rising tide of guilt under the waves of lust that took over. They hit hard, until he could think of nothing other than being insi
de of her.
He wanted to be gentle. He told himself to be gentle. Of course, he wasn’t. He had her up against the damn wall for fuck’s sake.
The sounds she was making told him she loved it. By some strange miracle, she loved every single thing he did. As though she was made for him. She was so perfect. So perfect for him. It made him wish he could stay. That he could give her everything he knew she deserved. But he couldn’t. So he was going to give her the one thing he could. Himself. His real self. Even if she didn’t know it.
Part of him wanted to stop. Part of him felt like he was soiling her. She didn’t know who and what he was. Then there was the part of him that knew that if he ever came close to being the person who he was before, the person he was meant to be, the person he wanted to be, it was with her.
Carrie captured his mouth like she was starved for it and he lost himself in her again. All the thoughts, the worry, the endless fucking everything that kept going around in his head snapped off. She shut off the noise in his head.
His hands fell to her hips to support her. He notched their bodies together like they were made to fit that way. His cock thundered on her thigh. Her muscles strained and tightened. The muscles of her legs, the muscles of her arms bulged under her velvet skin with the strain of holding herself upright. The shock of having her pressed up against him hit him hard. God, maybe it all was a dream.
He was all desire. All raw and wounded, bleeding and open. He had everything out there… laid bare for her to see, and she didn’t even know it.
He broke the kiss just so he could tuck his face beside hers. He inhaled the scent of her hair, her skin, the ripeness of her desire.
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