Vex finishes deep inside of me and tags the next one in.
I happen to catch Carter’s eyes the moment he dives deep inside of me, and I regret to admit that my stomach does a mini somersault. The last time I felt something shift inside of me like this was…never.
Sure, I had my days on the Strip before Otis—staying out all night, going home with a new man each time and never speaking to them again, but it was never fun like this.
The sex was okay, but I only engaged in it because it gave me something to do when I was bored. It put a bandage over my problems temporarily. To an extent, the drink allowed me to relax and let go, and the men were an escape—one which never lasted more than a few minutes.
But it was an escape nevertheless, one that took my mind away from Mom…
Until I drank too much and remembered why she was stuck in the hospital, withering away in the first place.
This, on the other hand, feels different. Each time Carter thrusts inside, my stomach does a little flip. It feels like we’re bonding.
Like strings are attaching.
Especially when he finds my eyes.
Fuck, this would be so much easier if he was bad in bed.
“You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Skipper says in my ear. He folds a piece of hair behind my ear and watches my face. “You’re ours.”
I have time to freak out about that comment later. Right now, I’m using it as fuel to edge me closer to climax.
Unable to keep my hands to myself, I drop a hand and blindly search for Skipper’s dick. He passes his length over to me, but it’s not enough to hold it in my hand.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“If the princess insists.” Skipper repositions himself, perching on the side of the bed as I take his impressive cock into my mouth.
I didn’t realize how out of practice I was.
An embarrassing choke ripples out of me when I take him too deep. The worst part is that I don’t even have half of his length inside.
“I love to hear you choke on my cock.”
It’s not your average comment from a hookup, but I roll with the punches and ease more in. Sucking dick is so much more enjoyable when you’re physically attracted to the man, not just doing it in an attempt to feel something.
I lick a long stripe up his length and find the tip.
That’s when Skipper takes back his dick and forces me to lie back down.
“I was just getting started.”
“You were about to make me come.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?”
He doesn’t reply, just tenses his jaw and turns away.
Carter dives into me faster, hands locked at my hips. He takes control of my body like it belongs to him—something I’d happily let him do forever if I get to feel this good each time.
“God, Carmen…”
Staring at his face, I’m suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia.
I find myself back at my apartment on the outskirts of the city, in this exact position. Carter doesn’t look me in the eye. He doesn’t even say my name. He chases his own climax without trying to give me mine.
Because Carter Trescott doesn’t need totry.
