If Carter isn’t up by then, I’ll leave him a note. A friendly note with no pressure or strings attached.
Thanks for everything. Last night was just what I needed?
Or Love your sauce and that monster cock. Hope to get another taste soon?
Maybe a note is a bad idea.
If he wants to see me again, great. If he doesn’t, I’ll deal with it. Simple. This doesn’t have to be a big deal. I can be an adult about it.
A chill hits my back when the shower door slides open. I turn and nearly fall on my face before two strong arms wrap around my waist. “Carter?”
“You were gone when I woke up.” He sounds grumpy, which turns me on if my hardening dick and racing pulse are any indication.
“I—” That’s all I get out before he’s lowering his head for a kiss.
Yes. Damn, he’s too good at this. My cool disappears and my bones and most of my willpower melt away as his scent surrounds me. He eats at my mouth, his tongue teasing and tangling with mine. The delicious scrape of his beard makes me moan as our cocks gravitate towards each other like slippery magnets beneath the pounding spray.
I barely make out the sound of a lid flipping open and there’s the thick, cool sensation of lube trickling between my cheeks. His fingers follow, massaging and spreading me before one thick digit presses for immediate entry into my—“Fuck, Carter.”
He lifts his mouth, his breath ragged against my cheek. “That’s my plan, grasshopper. What’s yours?”
I shake my head in confusion, unable to focus with his finger curving deep inside me to hit that magic spot. There.
“This works,” I answer roughly. “I like this plan.”
“That’s good.” He holds me tight against him with an arm around my waist as he plays with my ass. “Between the way you raced out of my room and the bag on your bed, it looked like you were planning to leave without saying goodbye.”
“I can’t—Oh—I can’t stay here forever. I’m better now and my locks are probably changed alre—ah, that’s good. Don’t stop,” I beg when he adds a second finger. I try to push back, to take more before I’m ready, but Carter isn’t giving me any room to maneuver. He’s controlling me. Controlling everything.
That shouldn’t get me as hot as it does.
I look up and his eyes lock on to mine. Something in them makes it impossible to look away. “Not yet, JD. Don’t run away yet. Be with me today.”
The request is raw and sincere, and it tears something open inside me. He wants me to stay, and I need to give him what he wants. That’s the only way I can describe it. I need to.
He must see my answer, because he lowers his head to my neck and growls out my name. His fingers spear me, stretching me almost to the point of pain, and I still want more.
“Your ass is too damn tempting,” he mutters. “I can’t stay away from it. All night long I had to stop myself from slipping inside while you were sleeping. My fingers. My tongue. Had to keep reminding myself to wait. You were unconscious and it would be wrong to take advantage of you.”
“Are you trying to shock me or make me come?”
“You asked me to tell you what I want to do to you, JD. Last night, remember? Well this morning that’s what I wanted. I couldn’t stop rubbing this sweet little hole and dreaming of fucking it. I wanted inside. Wanted you to wake up coming for me.”
His fingers massage my prostate and my eyes nearly roll back up in my head. “Damn, Zeus. I didn’t know a drill instructor could talk like that.”
“But you like it.” It’s not a question, but I’m nodding anyway.
I tremble, my cock throbbing with every scrape of his teeth and lick of his tongue against my skin, every pulse of his fingers inside me. His heart is racing along with mine, and everywhere I touch his muscles flex and roll.
I grip him tighter, crying out when he adds a third finger, the stretch almost too much. Too good. “What the hell are you doing to me, Carter?” I murmur hoarsely. “Other than driving me crazy.”
“You think you’re crazy? I haven’t been this hard since I was a fucking teenager.” His gravelly chuckle sounds pained. “And what I’m doing is getting you ready for me, as much and as often as I can. When I finally take you I’m not sure I’ll have the control to go slow. All I can think about right now is bending you in half, burying myself inside you and just fucking taking everything you’ll give me. It’s not a gentle feeling, JD, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
I moan at that and he lifts his head, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside me to touch that perfect spot. “You like that idea, don’t you? The thought of me losing control with you?”