Valerie
Groaning softly, I rolled over to hike my leg up over Carlyle’s hard abs and struggled to stay asleep. He was warm, his heartbeat steady against my cheek, and he stroked my hair to tug the strands gently.
“Carlyle . . . ” A girl could get used to this, and I wiggled closer to wrap my other leg around his. His cheek puffed against my forehead when he smirked, and residual sweat and other questionable fluids glued my breasts to his side. “How long have you been up?”
“About ten minutes. It’s almost one p.m. I have to head out in a little bit.” Forcing my eyelids open, I frowned when he sighed forlornly, and I lifted my head as his brows furrowed. “I have some things to take care of before work tomorrow. As much as I’d love to put it off, it can’t wait anymore.”
“It’s okay. I need to overthink and fantasize about last night, anyway.” He huffed a laugh, and I hoovered up a huge breath and rubbed my eyes with a sniffle. “I’m not really . . . just the fantasizing part. I know it’s just sex.”
“That was fantasy-worthy sex, Valerie. The only thing about last night that turned me off was you falling asleep duringBoondock Saints— you missed Willem Dafoe.” Giggling a little as Carlyle grabbed my ass and squeezed, I shuffled heavily to straddle him, and the colored tiger tattoo on his chest peeked through my fingers. “I’ll just make you watch it again. It’s my favorite movie, and you didn’t stay awake for it.”
“I liked what I saw of it, though.” Grinding against him, I gasped when he smacked my ass sharp but soft, and Carlyle kneaded my breasts as his heat seeped between my thighs. His sleeves of tattoos rippled from powerful ropes of muscle, and I braced my arms on either side of his head. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, he tweaked the right one gently, and I shivered at the pleasure that skittered down my torso.
“You’re so damn sexy, with and without clothes.” Squeezing my breasts together, Carlyle switched to my right nipple, and I moaned as his hot praise rolled down my abdomen. His cock hardened against my core, and I panted weakly as I reached between us to pump his shaft. “Fuck.”
“You only cuss when you’re turned on.” Posing the observation as I shuffled down, I caught Carlyle’s gaze as my mouth watered. His lips parted, his breath hitching noticeably when I dribbled spit on his cock, and I squeezed and worked his hardness as he propped his arm under his head.
“I hope you never see me mad.” Biting my bottom lip at that, I poised Carlyle’s cock at my entrance, and my heart thundered against the bars of its cage. The bulbous head stretched my walls even as they quivered in need, and I gasped as I took him all the way in. He groaned so loudly, the sound echoing in my ears, and hard palms grappled my ass to squeeze.
My eyelids fluttered closed in ecstasy when Carlyle thrust up, and I braced my hands on his chest to roll my hips. There was nothing more beautiful, I’d decided, than him, and I clamped down on him when his head hit that spot inside me.
“Valerie . . . ” Bouncing a steady beat on his cock, a shiver raced up my spine at his breathless moan, and Carlyle’s harsh pants scorched my nipples. Pleasure tightened my abdomen, and my ass cheeks quivered in his hands as he parted them to push down.
“Oh-h, God . . . oh, God.” My shaky breaths caught on my own voice as I rode him, and I clenched my jaw as I tried to stave off my orgasm. Sitting up, Carlyle wrapped his arms across my back, and the world spun until I landed on my back. My knees clung to his sides as he took control, and he ducked to kiss and lave my neck. Trapping me below him with his elbows, he tangled both hands in my hair, and I moaned when he tugged my head back. Thrusting deep, his cock caressed my walls, and I buried my cry in his powerful shoulder.
“Christ, Val . . . ” Nibbling my pulse point as I clamped down on him hard, Carlyle panted roughly as his thrusts became sharper and faster. The scraggly hairs on his sac teased my back entrance, the slap of his weight on my thighs, making me small, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold tight. “You sexy fucking bitch.”
“Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . .yes-s-s, Carlyle . . . right there. I’m gonna come.” His thick cock rammed just the right spot over and over, and my eyes rolled back as my toes curled around his ass. “M-make me come . . . ”
The high-pitched whine in my voice was one I didn’t recognize, and I held my breath as my face warmed. Pleasure coiled in my abdomen, and Carlyle grunted to the furious beat of my heart as he snapped his hips against mine. His fists pulled my hair taut, and prickles raced down my spine even while icy tendrils surged up my sternum.
Growling in my ear as I undulated wildly around his length, Carlyle thrust hard, and the slap of skin on skin rose above the blood drumming in my ears. Tearing a hand from the strands, he gripped the sheet above my head, and his other hand glided down to rub my ass cheek. His little smack sent a jolt of eroticism through me, and I sputtered a gasp before he hit me a second time in the same spot.
“Turn over. I wanna see that ass jiggle while I fuck you.” Eagerness tingled my calves and up my arms, and I rolled over to stick my ass up and spread my knees. Gripping my hips, Carlyle grazed his teeth along both my ass cheeks and my need dripped from my entrance before he slipped his fingers through.
“Oh,fuck!” Wiggling his hand viciously, Carlyle curled two digits against my inner walls, and I moaned into the mattress as I came undone. Shivering, goosebumps blanketed my skin as he jostled my pelvis, and my ass cheeks clenched when he cracked his palm against themhard. Arching sharply, I fisted the sheet with white-knuckle tightness, and he worked a third finger into my channel.
“Yeah-h-h . . . that’s what I like.” Gripping both my ass cheeks, his nails dug into the stinging flesh, and I rasped a moan when Carlyle plunged into my depths. The sharp snaps of his hips jolted up my body, and I pushed back on him as pleasure spotted my vision. “Fuck my cock, Valerie.”
“I’mgonna!” Pushing myself onto weak arms, I blew out a hot breath, and I glanced over my shoulder blearily when Carlyle barked out a laugh. His thrusts slowed, became less erratic, and I sat back to set a pace of my own to match his. My hair stuck to my cheeks and neck, and I blustered and shook my head, but it really didn’t help. Gingerly gathering up the strands, he didn’t yank them, and I ground my ass against his defined abs.
Each shove of his cock into my channel knocked the air from my lungs, and I whimpered from the pressure building behind my eyes. Leaning down to conform against my back, Carlyle reached under me to tweak my nipple, and I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to gnaw diligently.
“Slow . . . slow . . . ” Shivering at the command, I dropped onto my elbows to ride Carlyle’s cock, and he sat back to thrust to my rhythm. Jiggling my ass cheeks, he hissed in pleasure, and I rocked forward to wiggled my hips around the very tip. “I’m gonna come all over this perfect ass, Valerie.”
“What the Hell is wrong with my mouth, or my foot, or—” A squeak escaped me when Carlyle thrust hard to cut me off, and I ground my teeth as pleasure shot through me like lightning. “Fuck!”
“It wasn’t a suggestion.” I couldfeelhis stupid smirk against my shoulder blades, and Carlyle growled as his cock gorged and twitched against my walls. He pulled back, and I gulped down a shallow breath and braced myself before he plowed into my channel. My moan rang in my ears, and his fingernails dug deeper as he pushed down and sputtered a gasp.
Seconds ticked by like minutes before Carlyle pulled out of me completely, and he smacked my ass cheeks with both his palms to send me collapsing onto my bed. Gasping for air, I groaned when he draped himself over me to peel back my hair and kiss my cheek.
“Go to sleep. You deserve it.” The roughness of his tone thickened the goosebumps pocking my back and legs, and he pulled all of my hair up away from my face. “I’ll be back. You can bet your ass on that.”
“Wait . . . ” My mumble paused his sitting up, and Carlyle hummed hoarsely before I managed to get the strength to open my mouth again. “Get my laptop and put on Netflix for me.”
“Uh . . . yeah, just give me your password, and your social security number, birthday, mother’s maiden name . . . why not.” Grumbling as he climbed off the bed, Carlyle opened my laptop on my desk, and I sniffed hard as I struggled to roll over. “What do you want to watch?”
“Use the guest account, put on anything.”
“Hitler documentary it is, then.”
