I’m embarrassingly wet for this guy despite the fact that he’s a fucking liar, but I can’t help myself. I need what he can give me more than I need my next breath. This week at work has been hell, and it’s been entirely too long since I’ve had a man between my legs.
“Carter, please. Come on.”
“You sound so fucking sexy, begging for me.”
“And to think, you’re the one on your kneessssssss,” I squeal as he dives forward and sucks my clit into his mouth. “Fuuuuuck.” My hands thrash at my sides, needing something to hold on to. I find a cushion with one, but the other goes for his hair again.
As he starts licking at me, my grip gets tighter and tighter, but at no point does he complain. He just keeps giving me the pleasure I need.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Keep going.” When I lift my hips from the sofa, his giant hand grabs my hip to keep me in place while the other plunges into my wet heat. My muscles ripple around him, the sensation almost too much to bear after so long of nothing. I’ve not even had the time recently to take care of myself.
Words fall from my lips, but I’ve no fucking clue what they are as he drives me higher and higher.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this since that night,” he admits against me, the vibrations from his deep voice sending shudders through me.
“Carter, don’t,” I warn, not wanting him to ruin this with reality. I just want to be two people going after what we need. No drama, no lies, and no betrayal.
His fingers thrust once more, but this time he bends them and fuck, if I don’t see stars.
A squeal of pleasure passes my lips before I shatter beneath him. My chest heaves, and my body convulses as pleasure stronger than I’ve ever known rocks me down to my toes.
“How’s that for skills?”
“It was okay.” I shrug, attempting to look bored, but it’s pointless after all the noises I just made as I fell apart.
“Good job I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.” I roll my eyes at his corniness, but when he stands and pops the button of his jeans, I forget all about inappropriate jokes and focus on what he’s hiding beneath his clothing.
And to give him credit, when he drops everything to the floor, I discover that it’s really quite a trick he’s rocking between his legs.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and quickly rolls it down his wide length.
“I’m glad you’re pleased, but there is more of me than just my cock,” he quips when he realises that I’ve not taken my eyes from his length since he exposed it.
“I’m just surprised. The cocky ones are usually hiding something.”
“Hmmm… hiding it sounds like such a good idea.”
If I weren’t already so far under his spell I might tell him to get out at his lame joke, but as it is the only thing I want him to do is what he just suggested.
Thankfully, he has the exact same thought, because not a second later is he shifting me on the sofa to accommodate his large frame. I could suggest moving to the guest room, but that would mean stopping, and like fuck am I allowing any reality to seep into this situation until I’ve had at least one more orgasm.
No sooner is he settled between my legs than he’s teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.
“Now.” The demand comes out of nowhere, but he obliges. One second he’s driving me crazy with desire, and the next I’m so full of him I don’t know what to do with myself. “Fucking hell. Fuck.” I squirm beneath him, trying to adjust to his invasion and size. Thankfully he allows me a few seconds before he starts to move. And when he does, sweet Jesus, it’s fucking mind-blowing. He strokes each and every one of my nerves with every move he makes, and before I’m expecting it, I’m right on the edge of what promises to be another earth-shattering release.
He leans over me and captures my lips just in time to swallow down the cries of his name that fall from my lips.
“Fuck,” he grunts as my pussy pulsates around him. “Fucking Christ. A man could become addicted to that,” he moans in my ear as I come down from my high. He slows his pace to drag every last ounce of pleasure from me before sitting. “Ready for another?”
“What do you think you are? God of orgasms?”
“Something like that, doll. All I know is that I’m not pulling out of you until I’ve felt that again.”
He slides his palms under my arse and tilts me until everything around me blurs and the only thing I can think about is another release.
He picks up the pace until he’s slamming into me, his hair flopping all over his face and his skin covered in a delicious sheen of sweat from the work he’s putting in. I might prefer my men suited and booted, but fuck if there’s not something about a man who puts in some serious hard work. And my view right now is to die for. The muscles in his neck strain as he throws his head back in pleasure. His abs pull tight, the definition only getting clearer, and my mouth waters to trace them with my tongue.
Reaching around, he presses his thumb against my clit and circles, building me up as his cock swells inside me.
The second before I crash, I have the fleeting realisation that this already hasn’t been enough. I’m not sure a lifetime would be enough, if I’m being honest, but that’s not what this is.
His cock twitches once, a growl rumbling up his throat, and I lose control. I don’t even get to watch him because my eyes slam shut as pleasure renders my body useless. When I do drag my heavy lids open and get a look at him above me with his chest heaving and his hungry eyes, I realise that I might forever regret not seeing him consumed with pleasure.
3
Carter
The moment she opens her eyes, I know my time is up and my stomach drops. I’m not ready for this to be over. Not by a long shot.
“Well…” she says, pulling away from me and sitting on the edge of the sofa. “That was nice. At least I’ve got a better memory of you now than you just being a liar. You’re a talented one at least.”
“Danni, please. I—”
“No. We’re done. It’s time for you to leave. Find your clothes—or don’t, whatever—and get the hell out.” She stands, righting her bra before looking for something else to cover up with. Spotting her joggers beside me, I kick them away, not wanting her to put up her walls and cover up.
“Mature. Thank you.”
“The photograph is of my twin. He’s the banker. I just thought that—”
“I don’t care,” she screeches, making me wince. “How many times. I. Do. Not. Care. You fucked up, and we’re done here. Thanks for the shag, it was… forgettable.”
I scoff at her words. There was nothing about that that could described as forgettable.
“You’re lying.”
“Am I? You don’t know me, so stop pretending that you do. Oh, and put some fucking clothes on. I’ve had my fill of your cock.” Rolling her eyes, she makes a show of looking to the other side of the room. Only, when I do reach down to grab my clothes, I notice her flick her eyes back and drop to my arse. Smiling, I shake my head at her.
“You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”