“Tramp stamp?” I ask, smiling wide.
He laughs, then reaches for the bedside table, pulling open the little drawer. He takes out a sheet of paper. “I did this before I went and epically fucked up. It was going to be your post-scrimmage gift.”
I open the folded sheet to find a lab report.
“I got tested. All clear,” he says.
My eyes widen, and I look up at him. “Wait, so we can?—”
He nods. “If you want to. I’m absolutely fine with usingcondoms for as long as you want, but you said you were curious about the added sensation of the barbells, and…well, you can feel them better bare, so?—”
“Yes,” I hiss, bringing a thigh up over his hip, opening myself to him. “Oh my god, this is the best, most filthy surprise I’ve ever received.”
“Let me,” he says, his fingers trailing down until they reach my slick heat. “Jesus, Carson. You’re soaked.”
“Between that tattoo and the news that I get to feel you inside me bare, this is turning out to be one of the best nights of my life,” I say. “And that’swiththe broken ankle.”
“High praise,” he says, dragging the head of his cock up my slit, pausing at my clit until my eyes nearly roll back with need. Then he glides back down, slipping inside me up to the first barbell. I feel the chill of the metal and hiss, pressing into him. “Gentle,” he chides.
“I don’t want gentle,” I whine, rolling my hips. “I want it all.”
“Greedy girl,” he whispers into my neck as his tongue laves my skin in gentle strokes. Then he snaps his hips, his cock stretching me, filling me, and I cry out. He presses a palm down into my lower belly, dragging himself out, and fuck, I feel every ridge of him, natural and augmented. The friction of the barbells sends little zips of pressure and pleasure racing through my body.
“More,” I cry, writhing on his cock, desperate for the sensation of him moving inside me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he grits out as his hips pull back once again. When he presses in, I arch my back to meet him. He drops his lips to my nipple, laving the dusky pebbled peak with the flat of his tongue. “So fucking good.”
Then he drops his fingers to my clit, rubbing messy, frantic circles as his thrusts grow deeper, harder, and I rise to meet them. I whine and beg, the edges of my vision crowded with stars as I chase my orgasm.
“I want you to come,” Dan pants, his muscles bunched as heworks to pull me over the edge. “I want you to come, and then I want to come on you.”
“Yessss,” I hiss, the request hitting me right as I feel myself tip over the peak, tumbling down into an abyss of stars and sensation. I scream his name, clutching his shoulders as my body spasms with pleasure. “Fuck, Dan, come! Now!”
He pulls out, grasping his cock in his fist, his eyes hooded as he watches the aftershocks shake my core, my chest heaving as I work to catch my breath. I reach up and press my breasts together, my fingers dancing over my nipples as I beg, “Come on me, Dan. I want it.”
He loses control with a shout, painting me with warm ropes of pleasure.
When he’s wrung out and folded over, his hand pressing into the bed beside my cheek, he locks eyes with me.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispers. “And I cannot wait.”
CHAPTER 40
DAN
“We have to talk about the fact that your STI test came from a pediatrician’s office,” Carson says from her perch on the couch, her ankle propped up on a stack of pillows with an ice pack on top.
I set the tray of snacks down on the coffee table beside her. “I don’t have health insurance right now, so Owen was my only option. Indiana isn’t exactly rolling in free clinics.”
“Ugh, sad but true,” she groans. She hands me the ice pack and reaches for her boot. “God, I look like such a wreck.”
“More like an adorable fender bender,” I say. “How’s it feeling?”
“It’s fine as long as I don’t move it,” she says.
“Luckily there are plenty of ways for me to make you come that don’t involve your ankle.”
“Yes, I’ll just starfish in the middle of the bed and you can go to work. Very sexy,” she laughs.
