“I’ve been training,” I finish.
“That’s cheating,” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my arm.
I bend my knees, testing her weight. “Ready to learn something new?”
“I guess it depends how long you last.”
“You like it long, huh?”
I can feel she’s already ready for me, but I slide my thumb over her anyway, loving the way her thighs tremble around my hips with every small circle. My finger comes away slick, and I bring it to my mouth—never taking my eyes off her as I suck her taste away.
“Mmm… fuck.” My voice comes out low, hungry.
Her hips jerk, grinding against me like she can’t help it. And I think I’m done for.
In the next second, I’m rolling the condom on and guiding myself to her, burying myself inside her in one deep thrust. The way she groans, her eyes widening as we connect, has me almost finishing right then.Fuck, not yet.
I bring my thumb back to her core and keep the strokes of my hips slow and deep, trying to pace myself. Every muscle in my body is strung tight with anticipation. Every fiber of me wants to run wild, and I’m starting to truly wonder how much longer I can last.
“Getting tired, huh?” she pants, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“It’s more of a quick move.”
“That’s a shame—I could go all night long.”
Oh really?My lower abs slap against her as I move back and forth, hard. I feel her breath in my ear, her hand pulling at my hair, and her whimpers are going to be the death of me. My lips are hungry for her mouth, but I cover her neck with kisses instead. I’m mouthing at her skin, biting her gently as she moans. And suddenly, I feeling her tighten around me.
“Okay, I lied,” she says, and I’m glad she can’t last, either—I’m about to come any minute now.
Something between us dissolves, and I lose any semblance of restraint I had. The truth is her skin against mine feels electric. The air fills with an animal charge as we move against each other, pressed together as she clings to me. Her heels dig into my ass when I place a hand against the wall and slam my hips into her. Again and again. She buries her fingers in my hair, curls them around my neck, and I’m harder than I ever thought possible.
Nothing makes sense anymore, everything is spinning wild, and just as I’m about to peak, Carrie lets out this guttural cry, and I feel myself release in time with her. Her back slams against the wall as I collapse into her, the brick bearing our weight, holding us up, anchoring us to reality.
My forehead is slick with sweat. Carrie is panting hard, and I know I should let go of her now—put some space between us—but I hold her close just a second longer.
My legs are like Jell-O.
Carefully, I lower her down and take a step back.
She sways on her feet, reaching for my arm for balance.
“Kiss it better?” I smile. “That was a pretty intense workout…”
I brace myself for one of her comebacks, but what she does next catches me off guard. Slowly, she brings her lips to my bicep, and presses a soft peck against my skin. It might just be the most sensual kiss I’ve ever had.
It takes every last drop of self-control I have not to grab her by the waist and start all over again.
She slinks under my arm and plucks up her panties, rubbing her hips as she marches into the bathroom.
I’ve been sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed for a good few minutes by the time Carrie gets back.
“Ready to admit defeat?” I say brightly.
I was right and she was wrong—facts.
What just happened was more than some stupid bet, but I’m not convinced she would take my sappy thoughts well.
“You planned this, though,” she protests. “You trained for it. I don’t think it counts…”
