I start off with slow, lazy strokes, but by the time I sweep my thumb across her clit and plunge my fingers inside, her hips are bucking against the leather upholstery and the seat belt is the only thing keeping her body fixed in place. I increase the pace—we’re almost to her apartment—and watch as she comes, head back, eyes closed, with a white-knuckled grip on the door handle. She’s fucking beautiful and her soft moans nearly undo me.
It’s the first time Carter’s allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. The realization tugs at something in my chest and I swear she won’t regret it.
Her eyes are still closed when I withdraw my hand and throw the Jeep in park in front of the apartment complex. “That was…”
“Foreplay,” I say, unbuckling both our seat belts. Then I hop out of the Jeep and jog around to the other side, opening the door to help her out. I grab a sleeve of condoms from the glove box before I shut the door. Carter eyes the gold wrappers and straightens her spine. With the heels, we’re nearly at eye level. She’s got this blissed-out look and her pupils have grown so wide they blend into the coffee-colored irises. I lean forward and plant my hands on the Jeep, trapping her between my forearms. “You sure about this?”
Carter sparks like a lit fuse, launching herself forward and capturing my mouth with her own. Her soft lips crash against mine with vigor and she grabs my cock, cupping it over the thick denim. A jolt of electricity goes straight to the base of my spine and I groan, unable to stop myself. My balls are drawn up so tight I swear they might explode at even the slightest touch.
“We should probably move this inside before you get a ticket for indecent exposure.” She releases my dick and gives me a playful shove. “Wouldn’t want that on the front page ofThe Collegian, would we?”
Among other things.
I follow her to the apartment, admiring the view of her perky ass as we climb the stairs. When she turns the key in the lock, all bets are off. I snake an arm around her waist and lift her off her feet, pressing her back to the wall even as she wraps her legs around my waist. I think I hear the sound of fabric ripping, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck because she drags my mouth to hers and plunges her tongue inside with renewed enthusiasm. Carter rocks her hips against my cock with desperate motions that mirror my own.
I need to get this woman naked.
With my hands clasped on her ass, I turn toward the hall. We’ve barely made it three steps when Carter freezes, her eyes growing round.
“Shit!” She pushes away from me, and I let go as her feet drop to the floor. I watch in fascination as she tiptoes down the hall with her left ass cheek hanging out, and looks in one of the bedrooms. Now that I’m not so distracted with thoughts of Carter riding my cock, I can hear the sounds of…a rainforest?Must be one of those sound machines. All the better for masking Carter’s sexy little moans. She shuts the door and whispers, “Becca’s home.”
“So we’ll just have to be quiet.” I close the distance between us and trail my fingers down her arm. “Think you can manage?”
Carter lifts her chin. “I can manage if you can.”
That’s my girl. I discard the thought as soon as it crosses my mind. Carter’s not my girl. She never will be. This thing is purely physical. Hell, once we get it out of our systems, it’ll be business as usual. Carter grabs my hand and drags me down the hall. I stumble over my own two feet like an asshole and she giggles. It’s light and flirty. Definitely not the kind of sound I associate with Carter, but I’m digging it.
No sooner has she closed the door than she’s pushing me down on the bed, climbing astride as she yanks her tank top over her head. The room is dark, but a shaft of moonlight slants across the bed, bathing Carter in its soft glow. My gaze goes straight to her tits, which are fucking perfect. They’re full and round with rosy nipples that are just begging to be sucked.
I cup the soft flesh in my hands, massaging her breasts as I take them in my mouth. First the right, then the left, using my tongue to stimulate the tender peaks before biting them gently. She throws her head back and moans, arching her back and begging for more. I’m lavishing kisses on her collarbone when she starts rolling her hips, creating the kind of friction that’s liable to make my cock go off like a rocket.
I want to take things slow and give her the pleasure she deserves, but fuck. I didn’t expect this side of Carter. She’s ravenous, and there’s no way I can slow things down. I grab her hips and roll us over, so I’m pinning her to the mattress. I don’t mind giving up control once in a while, but if I don’t wrest it from her now, this whole thing will be over in two minutes.
Unacceptable.
After weeks of foreplay, I fully intend to give Carter the best goddamn orgasm of her life.
I don’t care if it’s a bad idea or if Coach forbade it. There’s nothing I want more than to claim Carter. Her mouth, her breasts, those beautiful fucking legs. The image of them wrapped around my hips while I’m buried in her hot, wet pussy has inspired more than one of my fantasies and now that it’s finally going to happen, I intend to enjoy every second of it.
With her hair splayed out around her head and her full breasts on display, she looks like a fantasy come to life. I pepper kisses down the column of her neck, across her breasts and over her belly. She strokes the back of my head as I make my way toward the tiny skirt. The damn thing needs to go, but I can’t find the zipper.
Carter reaches behind her and I hear the slow drag of metal as the skirt loosens around her waist. I tug the skirt down, taking the black lace underwear with it. Then I stand at the foot of the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head as Carter watches with heavy-lidded anticipation. She must like what she sees, because her bottom wriggles and she rubs her knees together.
Shit. I know the feeling. I can’t get these fucking clothes off fast enough. I want to touch every part of her body, learn every curve, and explore every inch of it with my mouth until I know it better than I know my own.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I promise to make it worth the wait.” I unzip my jeans and free my cock, gripping the base in my hand so Carter can get a good look at what she does to me. I’ve never been so desperate for a woman in my life.
“I guess now I know what all the fuss was about.”
“Damn right.” I grab a condom and tear it open, rolling it on as I step out of my jeans. I climb onto the bed and settle between her thighs, my cock nudging at her entrance.
“Um, it’s been a while,” she says, not meeting my eyes. Her limbs stiffen beneath me. “Since I’ve had sex, I mean.”
The admission awakens my inner caveman, and I want to pound my chest, simultaneously thrilled she’s chosen me and determined to protect her. I have to be sure she isn’t going to regret this later. Even if it means a week’s worth of cold showers and selfie time.
“It’s been a while for me too.” I press a finger to her chin and turn her face to mine. “I haven’t been with anyone else since before training camp.”
“Two months? That’s your definition of a dry spell?” She rolls her eyes, clearly not appreciating what a big deal it is. “I haven’t had sex in—”
