“Now, Carson. Please.”
Carson finally relented, releasing my cock with a wet sound that made me shudder. He withdrew his fingers and lubed his cock before wiping them on the washcloth. He moved back into position, lining up his cock with near comical concentration.
“Slow is good,” I coached as Carson pressed forward. He barely moved with microscopic progress. I groaned. “Not that slow.”
“Picky.” He stuck his tongue out.
“Eager.” I offered a strained chuckle. I hooked one of my legs around his ass, allowing him deeper penetration. He continued to move like a tank trying to conserve gas, so I used my foot to spur him on. “Move.”
“Oh fuck.” Carson’s eyes widened as he bottomed out in me, cock perfectly aligned with my prostate. His wonder was almost as arousing as the pressure on that spot. He gave a few thrusts, gradually picking up speed. “This is good.”
“Yeah, it is.” I reached for my cock. Hands-free wasn’t a thing for me, but the combo of stroking myself while he continued more of that devastatingly accurate rhythm quickly had me back to panting. “Damn. You feel amazing.”
“You can come this way?” Carson gazed down at my fist, heat making his eyes dark like pools of chocolate, no trace of hazel.
“Uh-huh.” I bucked up to meet him before pulling my legs up and back more, trying to maximize the leverage he had while kneeling. “Harder.”
“Not gonna last.” Carson bit his lip, white teeth digging into pink flesh.
I hissed, liking him like this, barely restrained, fighting against the inevitable. I clenched my ass simply to watch his reaction. His head fell back on a moan.
“Go,” I urged. I wanted to see him come undone and desperately wanted to feel him lose control. Behind all that want was a deeper yearning, something I wasn’t ready to name, and a possessiveness, pride in being his first and being able to so effectively shatter all his usual reserve.
“Fuck. Okay.” He gave in, muscles flexing as he thrust harder and faster until he lost his rhythm, all frantic energy that pulled me closer and closer to the edge myself. Shuddering, he made a series of low grunts and groans as he came.
Fuck indeed.I could feel him come, feel the warmth of him inside my ass, the way the slipperiness increased, and the way his cock pulsed right where I needed it the most. I jacked my cock faster, clenching my ass to feel more of his come, the sheer sexiness of having part of him in me enough to get me there too.
“Stay.” Not wanting him to pull out yet, I used my foot to keep him trapped in me. Another hard stroke, and I was coming as he continued shaking. I came all over my fist and belly on a broken shout, each harsh shudder making my ass clench, his cock and come intensifying the orgasm until I was spent.
Done for. Roasted. No hope of moving ever again. I grinned dozily up at him, stupid levels of happy, unable to summon words.
“Almost a tie,” Carson mused, far more coherent than I was.
“Almost.” I released my foot so he could pull out. He was rather gentle for a newbie and made use of the washcloth before collapsing next to me.
“Always next time.” He winked at me like that next time was a given, like there might be a stretch of time where we did this again and again, repeats becoming routine. God, I wanted that.
“Yep.” I yawned, fighting a losing battle to stay awake. I needed to wake up enough to drive Carson back to the ranch, but he also yawned, snuggling into my chest hair like it was his new favorite blanket.
Fuck it. We could nap. An hour max. I’d have to return him eventually, but I would let myself enjoy him dozing on me first.
Chapter Nineteen
Carson
Beep.Beep.My phone alarm sounded at its usual early hour, but I wasn’t in my bed in the bunkhouse. Fuck. I’d somehow slept all night at Jude’s place. I left the warm bed to search out my phone in my jeans pocket and silence the alarm.
“I’m sorry we fell asleep.” Jude’s voice was full of panicked regret as he rolled onto his side.
“I’m not.” The last thing this situation needed was both of us freaking out. So I’d slept over. We were adults. We could deal.
“No?” Jude’s tone turned hopeful.
“Texted Kat after dinner.” I shrugged, glad I’d done that at least. I hadn’t provided an ETA for my return, but I’d checked in with an excuse, so folks were unlikely to send out a search party. “Horse help went late.”
“Smart thinking.” Sitting up in the bed, Jude smiled at me.
“Don’t stress.” I impulsively kissed his head, earning a pleased sigh from Jude. “Back by chores is fine.”
