“Please, yes. Take it. Do it.”
“Do what?” But I can hear the smile in his voice. He knows exactly what I want because now there are two fingers filling me. He’s getting me ready to take his big cock. Ready to be filled and fucked. God, I’m so ready.
“Tell me what you want me to do, JD. I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.”
My frustrated moan has him laughing. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you. You can wait. You’ll enjoy it more if you wait.”
“No I won’t.” I don’t want to wait. I can’t. Not when there are people in the other room that could walk in any second. Not when he’s fingering me deep enough to lift my feet halfway off the floor. “I’m too close, Carter. You have to…you have to…”
“Have to what? Do whatever I want to your body? I agree. I saved this ass. It’s mine.”
He removes his fingers and I feel a new kind of sting as he spanks me once. Twice. “Say it, JD.”
“Yours,” I gasp, half-crazed now. “It’s yours.”
The head of his erection gliding against my ass is my reward, sending rippling shudders through my body. “Please.”
“What can I do to you?”
“Anything you want.”
We both let out a deep, needy groan when he pushes inside me, reaching around to stroke me again. His hips set a hard, unforgiving rhythm that sends me closer. Closer. “Carter.”
“Anything I want.” His voice is deep and commanding in my ear. “I could keep you tied to my bed, ass in the air, prepped and ready to take my cock whenever I get the urge. And this feels so good I’d want it all the time. I’d fuck you so deep and so often you wouldn’t be able to get away, even if you wanted to.”
“Oh God.”
“You don’t want to like that idea, but you do. I can feel it. You need to be claimed. You want Big Daddy Zeus to fuck you hard all day, and then tuck you in and keep you safe at night. Is that it, Green? Am I right, baby?”
“Yes!”
“That’s good,” he groans, his thrusts more erratic. “So good, taking every inch for me.”
I can be good. I can take all of it. More.
His fingers are so tight they’re bruising my cock now, his hips jarring me with each powerful stroke. “Give it to me, JD. Come for me now. Only me.”
I bite back my cries of release and come hard all over my hand. Wave after wave of white hot, piercing pleasure leaves me strung out and clinging to the door, reeling from my climax.
Holy shit, that was intense.
My head tips back while I catch my breath. Fantasy Carter was a little darker and a lot more possessive than I’m used to. He wanted to own me. Keep me. Tie me to his bed.
Tuck you in. Keep you safe.
I’m not ready to delve into my subconscious about it, and in real life, I might take issue with that kind of manhandling, but I can’t deny it made me come like a fucking geyser.
I go to the bathroom, strip and clean up the mess I made of myself before slipping into bed to stare at the ceiling.
There are no roadmaps for this. Or if there are, I don’t have them. I’m thoroughly lost when it comes to dealing with what Carter brings out in me. The lust that makes me forget my name. The connection, despite our differences, that I can’t remember having with anyone else.
And I can admit now, alone in the darkness, that I’m scared of it. Terrified of seeing where it goes and of never knowing. Of things happening too fast or not happening at all.
What’s really messing with my head is how right and normal it feels to be here with him. Having dinner. Letting him take care of me.
It shouldn’t be normal. It should be alien and strange and uncomfortable. I’m not a spoiled, helpless child. No one needs to take care of me. I should be dying to get out of his hair and away from his perfectly cut sandwiches and his constant attention. To get back to my regularly scheduled programming.
But I’m not. I like his hair. I like everything about him. I enjoy being with him nearly as much as I want him.
I feel safe with him. I like that too.
That’s too much “like” for only a day and a half—but then again, in that same time I’ve been ditched, punched and burgled. Maybe that’s all this is. Emotions run high in situations like this. It makes sense that I wouldn’t be acting like myself. This is all textbook, I’m sure. It will pass.
Even as I’m reasoning my way through the crazy, I know that if he puts the choice in my hands again, I won’t be able to walk away.