He sucks me into his mouth, playing both breasts in time with the precise, thorough licks that send me hurtling toward another orgasm faster than his fingers did in the hallway.
God, this man fucks like sin.
His gun-wielding skills have nothing on his mouth. I doubt any other man could get me to the brink this fast.
And he knows exactly how to touch me and keep me right here, perched on the edge, balancing a tightrope, waiting, almost ready to beg for a little extra, just a little more, so the orgasm will hit.
It’s a good thing he told his men to leave or they’d be in for quite the symphony of moans and gasps. Though I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss Carter’s hand covering my mouth, muffling the sounds.
“So close,” I mewl, my back arching off the soft mattress, my hands fisting the sheets so hard my fingers are stiff. “Don’t stop.”
A low groan vibrates his chest, the sound so erotic it’s almost enough to make me come.
Almost, but not quite.
Seeing that he’s not giving me enough, I brace against the bed, working my hips to press my pussy further into his mouth, demanding he gives me what I need. Demanding the orgasm that’s so close I can almost taste it.
I twist myself into an impossible angle for the best position to ride his face. It does the trick. Holding his head between my thighs, I grind into his tongue, getting the pressure I needed, and I tip myself over, coming with his name on my lips.
“Shameless,” Carter tuts, his lips curling into a smile against my clit. “Next time, you’ll sit on my face and ride me just like that.”
He grasps my thighs, holding me in place while my spine bows off the bed so hard it almost makes a U. He licks me right through the release, every long stroke of his tongue driving me half incoherent. I’m oversensitive, delirious. Absolutely mellow.
“So damned sweet,” he murmurs, unhooking my legs.
He rises from his kneeling position and scoops me further up the bed, his dark, hungry eyes roving my body. I love when he watches me like he can’t decide what he wants to do with me first.
Taking his time, and giving me a moment to catch my breath, he slowly unbuttons his shirt, showing off the pane of hard muscles rippling underneath. Black tattoos dance across his chest, ribs, and abdomen, curling around his arms and neck.
He’s a masterpiece, this man...mymasterpiece.
The white shirt hits the floor. Carter flicks the button on his black pants, then slides the zipper. I watch his every move until all his clothes are gone, the steel-like monster between his legs standing to attention.
The mattress dips under his knee as he climbs over me.
“You can sayno,” he says, probably worried about my head after everything I witnessed at Noretto’s mansion. He sits on his calves, his cock leaking precum. “No matter how far we—”
“Shut up,” I clip, my fingers scraping up his thighs. “I’m fine. I want you so you better show me how much you missed me.”
31
CARTER
Hailey licks her lips, staring at me with a hunger that’s baffling given the two orgasms she’s just had.
My turn.
I fall forward, bracing on both elbows so I don’t crush her into the mattress. My lips find hers and I slip my tongue inside, still starving for her. It’s been too fucking long and I may never be able to sate this hunger.
I suck her bottom lip, then, with a thrust of my hips, I all-out bite. Holding onto the brakes is almost impossible, but after weeks of celibacy, Hailey once again feels like the first time. Way too tight to take me.
A moan flies past her lips and I swallow it up, groaning once I’m balls-deep inside her.
“So fucking warm,” I rasp, holding in position. “Tell me you missed this, Hailey.”
“More than you’ll ever know.”
I rise on my elbows, watching her pretty, flushed face, roving every inch and memorizing the way she looks when she’s full of me. Her blonde locks flirt with her flushed cheeks, hooded eyes stare into mine, swollen lips glisten as her tongue darts out.
