“That makes a sort of sense,” he says, gently rocking in and out of me.
He kisses me again, hard, as he speeds up his thrusts. I grip his shoulders and tilt my pelvis, squeezing around him.
“Knox…” Carter's eyes slowly blink as he looks down at me. I squeeze again, and he opens his mouth. “What are you doing?”
I pulse, and the muscles in his neck strain.
“Close,” he says. “So close.”
“Me too.”
His thrusting knocks the frame against the wall, and I look up, watching his face. Just then, he opens his eyes and peers into my soul, swiping his thumb over my lips. This is definitely way more intimate than what I’ve done before.
Keeping his gaze locked with mine, he reaches between us, stroking my cock with lubed fingers, timing it with his upward thrusts. Within seconds, I'm bowing my back, chasing the ecstasy like riding a bolt of lightning. I thrust up, coming and coming, grinning at how fucking good this feels.
Sore and fulfilled, I’ve definitely got a new appreciation for the mixture of pleasure and pain.
Carter's eyes catalog my every move and stretch, growing larger as he watches me. Finally, his control snaps, and he lets his hips go. I can only wrap myself around him and hang on. When he comes, he does so with his whole body, shaking violently, groaning low and heavy.
He pulls out, and I’m a wet noodle stuck to the side of the pot. I don't think I could move a muscle if I wanted to. Playfully, he peels back one of my eyelids. “You in there? Blink once if you're okay.”
I scrunch my nose at him, complaining. “I'm sorry, Knox isn't here right now. He's floating on some ethereal plane. Please try again later.”
“Ethereal plane?”
“My shop teacher was a philosophy major,” I mumble out, sinking farther into his comfortable bed.
He chuckles and disappears for a moment. Just as I'm about to whine from the missing of him, I feel a hot washcloth against my belly. “Gotta clean up your mess.” Even though my eyes are closed, I know he's smiling because I'm smiling back at him.
It occurs to me that he might not want me sleeping in his bed. He climbs in, and I pull back the covers, so regretful.
“Nuh-uh,” he grunts, pulling me back down to the bed. “You're sleeping here. With me. Unless you don't want to.”
Reduced to the vocal ability of a small woodland creature, I let loose a little squeal of happiness and turn into his body. He wraps an arm around me, and I fall asleep like that, facing him, snuggled into his warmth, trying not to count the many, many ways in which this was a terrible idea.
He kisses my nose, and I'm convinced that I'll be ripped to shreds at the end of this.
Ask me if I care.
Chapter6
Carter
Iwake up with hair in my mouth, which is an uncommon occurrence. Most of the time, my gentleman callers find their way home before the end of the night. Not that I’ve ever kicked anybody out of bed, but it's always been mutually agreed upon that sleepovers are a bad idea.
I can't seem to find it in me to characterize inviting him to stay in my bed as a bad idea. I mean, the hair in my mouth is not my favorite, but the guy it's attached to…well, I’ll just say I’m glad he didn't go back out to the couch.
Come to think of it, I might not have given him much choice. I dread the thought of him leaving the warm cocoon of my bed.
Just as I'm running my fingers through his soft hair…oh, a sucking pressure is applied to my nipple. Fuck, I love nipple play so much. I'm always a little awkward talking about what turns me on. People see this greasy mechanic and don't realize I've got erogenous zones like everyone else.
He latches onto the other nipple, and I hear the plastic click of the lube bottle. He reaches for the first nipple with slick fingers and twists it while sucking on the other.
“Knox, I've gotta piss.”
A disgruntled little grumble filters up from underneath the blankets and sheets. I laugh, then hold him tight before releasing him. I really do have to pee, and now I need to have a talk with my second brain, more or less begging it to cooperate.
Knox is waiting for me outside the bathroom and takes his turn, pissing and brushing his teeth. When he walks out, entirely unclothed, I get a little light-headed.
