Ohhhh, I’m soooo fucked.
That smile of his screams victory. He knows how horny I am. He knows how badly I need relief.
“I’m going to spendallweekend making you come, Owen,” he promises between licks and sucks. “By the end of this weekend, the only regret you’re going to have is that I didn’t seduce you the first night we met.”
His gaze meets mine again. “I’m not going to lie and say there won’t be plenty of times you hate my guts, because you will. As you yourself noted, I’m a bastard extraordinaire. But Iwillpromise you that for every one of those times, there will be countless timesjust…like…this.” Between each of the last three words, he lightly swirls his tongue around the head of my cock.
Considering I’ve had more orgasms over the past couple of weeks than I think I’ve had during the rest of my life combined, I’m not exactly unhappy about that.
Point the second—for the first time in my life, I truly feelloved.
Like I’m not an inconvenience.
I feel…
Wanted.
Even before all this other stuff developed.
Which leads me to point the third—after the initial shock of all this wears off, I have to admit I am, overall, happier than I can ever remember feeling in my life.
I miss Susa, sure, but I know I’m not going to be alone or feel lonely this weekend.
Hell, if Carter gives me more than five waking minutes where he isn’t climbing all over me or we’re studying, I’ll be shocked.
Again, didn’t say I minded.
Could I have stopped all this, said fuck this shit, and walked away?
Yeah, butwhy?Whywould I?
He is stubble and muscles and pure need.
I need Him.
I needthis, all of it.
I need the bite, the edge, the sweet, hot pain.
I need to be owned.
Loved.
I needHim, and I’d be lying if I said otherwise.
He goes deep and sucks, triggering my orgasm—and yes, he swallows. My hips buck and I fuck his mouth as pleasure spirals through me. This is unbelievable.
This is the kind of pleasure I never realized existed before.
This is the kind of happiness I never thought was within my grasp.
This is everything I thought I wanted swept away by the reality of what I have.
I have them—Him.
Carter crawls back up the bed and draws me into his arms. It’s the only place I want to be right now.
“What about you?” I ask.
