I still couldn’t believe he was doing this. Everything else had been about gettinghimoff, and that made sense, but this was about me. Whatever I did to deserve it, I wanted to keep doing it.
My fingers tightened in his hair as he tried taking me into his mouth again, deeper this time, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, testing pressure and stroke and using his fingers, dipping further into my pants to roll my balls in his palm, pressing behind them for good measure.
He didn’t need to begood, he so clearly wanted to make me come that I was already speeding toward it.
“Dammit,” I panted. “Fuck, Carter. So hot.”
Carter Kowalski wassucking my dickand looking up at me like he wasn’t completely sure this was the best thing that’d ever happened to me in my entire life. It wasn’t even that I’d wanted this for a decade—I hadn’tknownto want it back then—it was that I wanted itnow, I wanted the man he’d grown up into, the man who’d trusted me and defended me and inexplicablylikedme even though I’d never be good enough for him.
“Close,” I warned, guts tight, right on the verge of coming my brains out into his mouth like he wanted. Carter hummed around me, tongue still fascinated with the piercing—I’d never been happier I’d gotten it done than I was in this moment.
He didn’t move. Didn’t try to back off.
Just sealed his lips around my cock, met my eyes, andsucked.
The first spike of pleasure hit instantly, thighs tense as I fought not to jerk into his mouth. Not on his first time. He deserved me to be careful with him for his first time.
A low, broken sound tore out of my throat as I came down his, gritting my teeth against the sudden force of it, eyes screwed shut and stars dancing behind the lids as an overwhelming wave of pleasure barrelled through me.
The leather of the couch cushions protested under my grip as I peaked, a split second of pleasure so intense ithurt.
Fuck.
A happy little hum from Carter filtered through to my brain past the rush of blood in my ears, hand still working me as I crested wave after wave of my orgasm, heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon. Not that I ever ran anywhere if I could help it.
When I finally pulled myself together enough to focus on him again, he was looking up at me with sleepy eyes and wiping a sticky drop away from the corner of his mouth, throat working as he swallowed one last time with a satisfied sigh.
For a handful of breaths, Carter rested his head against my thigh, and I ran my fingers through his hair, and everything felt right with the world.
“Come up here,” I managed after maybe a minute, voice rough, sinking deep into the couch as he moved to sit on top of me, awkward at first, unsure where to put all his limbs.
Right, because he’d never done this before.
I grinned up at him and reached out to open his jeans…
… only to find them already open and a sticky patch on the front of his underwear.
It took me a solid few seconds to figure out what was going on, and when I focused on Carter again, he was blushing.
“You came in your pants,” I said, still surprised.
Carter licked his lips. “Is that bad?”
“No.” I blinked at him. “No, not at all. Kinda hot, actually. Really hot. Like, thirteen out of ten hot.”
“Thirteen?”
“Could bump you up to a fifteen if you wanted to kiss me.” I grinned at him. He was so gorgeous like this, soft and at ease and dripping with affection.
Carter let me pull him in for a kiss, parting his lips as I encouraged him to let me in, licking at the roof of his mouth, tasting myself on him. If there was anything hotter than this, I didn’t know about it.
The soft, happy sounds Carter made in my mouth all went straight to my heart. I wanted so much more of this now that I’d had a taste of what it could be like.
I let him push me down onto the couch, still kissing him, our legs tangling together as we wrapped ourselves around each other.
This was what I’d never had. Someone I could justbewith.
And I knew Carter couldn’t really be that person, but right now Iwantedhim to be so much it hurt.
