His other hand lowers to stroke my cock. “Yes.”
“You going to come for me now, JD? Bruise my fingers with it and let me see your face while you give me what I need?”
“Yes.” I’m already so close. His words pushed me to the edge. Dirty, delicious words that lick along my skin and set me on fire. But it’s something he does with his fingers that finally sends lightning arcing through my body, making me scream. “Oh God, Carter. Yes!”
My hips are grinding against his, dick rocking into his fist as I come.
He’s still murmuring filthy things and holding me close, but when his fingers slip out from between my cheeks I instantly drop to my knees. Weak after that orgasm. Hungry for him.
“JD, what are you doing? You’re still hurting, baby.”
I look up at him, the water splashing off his washboard stomach and onto my chest. “You’re hurting more. Let me.” I grip the silky steel of his erection in both hands and open my mouth over the wide head of his cock, making him groan and stumble back a step to lean against the wall.
“Fuck.” His hands cup my head and I can feel the fine tremor in them. I know he’s fighting the urge to take over. To fuck my mouth the way he wants to. But he’s trying to be careful.
There’s some discomfort, but it’s more from his size than my bruises. He’s so damn thick, my Zeus. I lick and suck and take as much as I can, savoring the salt and heat, the smell of him. He hits the back of my throat and my eyes water, but I won’t let go. My hands grip the base of his shaft, fingers tugging on the hair there while I try to make him as wild as he made me.
From the way he’s swearing I think it’s working.
His fingers flex around my scalp. “That mouth, JD. That fucking mouth,” he snarls. “The second you opened it I knew you’d be trouble.”
Adrenaline races through me and I’m shivering with it as I kneel at his feet. Didn’t I say I’d worship at his shrine the night I saw him? I want to worship his cock. The too-long, too-thick beast that promises pain and pleasure and every damn thing in between.
His woodsy scent is more intense here, mixed with the musk of his arousal. I want to bury my face in it. I want him in my lungs, in my mouth, inside me.
I want him to come.
He presses forward and I choke, breathing out and relaxing my throat as much as I can. “That’s right,” he rasps. “You wanted me, so take me. Take everything like a good boy.”
Christ, he said it. I drop a hand to my newly swelling shaft, stroking it in time with his, too aroused to resist. Good boy. Should those two words have that much power over me? Should I be this desperate to hear them again?
“I’m coming, JD. Coming, bab—Ah.” He’s grunting and groaning so loud it echoes off the walls, his hips rocking in shallow pumps against my face. “So fucking… Good.”
Warm liquid heaven spills down my throat and I suck harder, greedy for every drop. I shout against his shaft when I follow him with my own climax seconds later, too turned on to hold anything back.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers as he looks down at me and caresses my hair. “And that mouth should be illegal.”
When I’m done he tugs me up and into his embrace, half carrying me out of the water before drying us both off. All the while he’s touching me, stroking my skin and praising me softly.
Good boy.
By the time he lays me down in his bed—the huge orgy bed I’d snuck out of less than an hour before—my eyes are starting to close.
“You better be here when I wake up this time,” he tells me, but I can hear his smile. “If you’re not, I’ll come after you again.”
His fingers caress my ass, cupping one cheek again as I slip into a sated sex coma.
Be with me today.
I’m not going anywhere.
Chapter Eight
“So you agree?”
Carter nods in resignation, but there’s laughter in his eyes. “I suppose you want me to say it.”
“It couldn’t hurt.”
“Fine. Chewbacca carried Han’s storyline and Princess Leia was the true hero of Star Wars.”
I shift against the arm of the couch, slipping my feet back into his lap. “I’m glad we got that over with. Matilda would never forgive me if I didn’t make sure Leia got her due.”
“I’m still not sure I believe you watch those movies every year just to argue with your mother.”
“Well, you don’t know Matilda. She argues for a living and loves getting into the details. Since I have no interest in law, I found something we’d both enjoy discussing that isn’t my love life or the fact that I live on the wrong coast.”