“Baby, an ugly futon doesnotcount as furniture.” I pointed at the monstrosity, amusement filling my voice. My lips twitched and I did my best to keep from laughing. Now I knew why he really took me to the condo instead of here. Yes, his home was much farther out, but also because of this.
“You’re laughing at me?” he questioned, mischief filling his penetrating gaze.
I tried to shake my head no, but a laugh finally spilled from my lips. “I’m sorry, but, baby, this is a little pathetic.” I nearly doubled over.
“I sleep at the station a lot working overnights. Or, I stay at the condo downtown a few times a week.”
I don’t know why, but that made me laugh even more. I held my stomach.
“Oh, you think this is still funny, huh?” His voice was consumed with mirth and censure. Before I could take my next inhale, in one fell swoop he lifted me over his shoulder and turned to head up the staircase.
“Carter!” I shrilled, but held tightly to his waist, fearing he’d lose his grip and I’d fall. “Put me down before you drop me!”
I yelped when a hard smack to my upturned ass stung my cheeks.
“The only place I’m dropping you is onto my cock!”
“Oh my God! You’re so damn dirty.”
Another smack to my ass as he mounted the stairs, with me still firmly tossed over his shoulder. I tried to reach down and smack his ass to cause him even a slight bit of the humiliation he was causing me, but he just chuckled. When we made it up the last step he turned right down a long hallway coming to stop in front of a closed door. I thought he was going to put me down, I should’ve expected otherwise. He removed one of his hands from my body, but his left arm was still securely around my thighs, holding me in place. A second later, he kicked the door open and we strolled into a darkened room. He reached for the light but all I could see was the grey carpeting that covered the room’s floor, as well as a wooden dresser that stood against the right wall. He had more furniture in what I guessed was his bedroom. Before I could assess my whereabouts fully, I was tossed onto the bed.
I blinked a few times, letting the dizziness from the blood that rushed to my head subside. I looked around to see that I was plopped onto a huge bed, covered in the softest sheets and blanket I’d ever felt. When my vision cleared, I could see that this was indeed the master bedroom, and it was definitely more furnished than the rest of the house. Finally, I turned to look back to the man in front of me. His eyes were trained on me. My body heated just from the look he was giving me. As always, his eyes ate me up.
“We’ll talk about my lack of furniture in the morning.” His voice was low, singeing every nerve in my body. When his hands went to my ankles and tugged me farther down the bed, closer to him, I gasped. His hands trailed up my calves and down my thighs until he reached my lace panties. His lips spread into a smirk as if he knew I’d worn the panties just for him.
“Love the lace, sugar. But your bare pussy is what’s most attractive.”
Goosebumps sprang up on my arms. I’d never been turned on by dirty talk, but Carter made everything sound so good. As if every word formed on his lips was specifically selected just for me.
He slid my panties down my legs, then removed my shoes before getting on the bed to help me sit up to pull my dress over my head. I let him strip me completely bare and exposed for him. I was past the point of being ashamed of my body. He’d very much demonstrated how attracted he was to me, despite my not being a size two.
“Enough ogling. More touching,” I demanded when his stare was no longer enough for me.
A deep chuckle in his throat was his response. He stepped off the bed.
“Carter!” I growled, ready to lunge at him and take what was mine if he insisted on playing. This damn man had me all hot and heavy while he was taking his sweet time.
“Are you in a rush, sugar?” he commented, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, finally revealing his hard chest.
I crawled to the edge of the bed and pushed this shirt down his shoulders with my hands. I glanced down at his spectacular chest coated in an array of colors, and those damn piercings. Leaning forward, I licked the outline of the Williamsport Fire Department coat of arms tattoo, adoring the salty and sweet taste of his skin. I moved to lick around his nipple and then sucked the metal of his piercing into my mouth.
“Who’s teasing now, sugar?” His voice was tight with arousal.
I wasn’t given time to answer when I found myself flat on my back, his broad body hovering above me. Instinctively, my legs went up to wrap around his lower back.
“Mmm,” I moaned when his head lowered to my breast and his hand went to my soaked core. “Carter,” I whispered his name, when I felt his finger breach my nether region. My hips jumped.
“Always have to make sure you’re ready for me,” he said on a groan before connecting our lips again. Too soon he broke the kiss and reached over me for the dresser by the side of the bed. I watched as he slowly pulled his other hand from my body and lowered the gold foil wrapper to his waist. I had no idea when he’d unbuttoned and removed his pants, but he was bare, letting me see all of him.
My eyelids drooped, and I worried my bottom lip. I had to remind myself that this wasn’t our first time together, and that he’d be able to fit inside of me.
“Give me your hand.”
My gaze flew to his, and he didn’t wait for me to respond. He took my right hand in his and brought it to his stiff member. I was barely able to wrap my hands around it.
“Put me inside of you.”
He was serious. He urged me with his cock in my hands to guide him to where I needed him most. He watched intently, lowering to his elbows to lay above me, hips high. I widened my legs to give myself more room to maneuver. With his eyes on me and mine locked on his, I did as he’d instructed, pulling him into me. My chest caved when he penetrated me. I had to stop to allow myself time to adjust but Carter’s impatience must’ve worn off because he took my hand in his, raising it over my head, and finished pushing himself into me until our hips collided. I was still pulling in air from the breath that I’d just lost when he pulled out and pushed all the way again.
