He does, and as I run my soapy hands down his muscled form, my cock twitches with interest, but not in here. I want to be in his bed this time.
“Let me wash you,” he says, turning to face me.
He works on me, keeping his gaze locked on mine, his hands exploring but keeping it pretty PG until he gets to my thighs. Then Carnage kneels before me, sliding his slick hands up the back of my thighs before massaging my ass. My dick is hard and bouncing right in front of his face, but I’m too turned on to be self-conscious about it.
I drag my hands through his hair. “I want you to fuck me tonight.”
His brow creases and he sucks in a breath. “Fuck.”
“I know you don’t want to push me or feel like I’m offering out of obligation or something, but that’s not it. I want it to be you, Carnage. Please.”
“You can have anything you want, Rue. Anything.”
“Then I want your dick inside me.”
He smiles up at me. “Sweet little face, dirty little mouth. What a combination.”
“In a good way?”
“In the best way. Let’s get out of here.”
I shut the water off while Carnage steps out and gets towels for us. He wraps one around me before drying himself off. My tummy is aflutter with nerves and desire. This is it. I’ve finally found the guy I want to have all of me.
Carnage leads me to the bed, then pushes me back gently as he climbs on top of me. His lips come down on mine, and when I open my mouth to him, I end up moaning. His tongue seeks mine and when he finds it, we tangle together—arms, legs, mouths. It’s overwhelming, but so, so good.
“Fuck,” Carnage mumbles before moving his kisses to my neck. “Your skin is incredible. So fucking soft.”
I drag my hands down his back, arching mine to press myself against him as much as possible. I’ve never felt like this before, like my body is tingling with electricity and I’m floating in warm water.
Carnage trails kisses down my body and settles between my legs, but he ignores my cock, focusing on everything else—my thighs, nuzzling my balls, kissing my lower belly—until I’m bucking with frustration. Every brush of my cock against his skin sets me on fire, and I want more.
More, more, more.
“Please, Carnage,” I whimper.
“What, baby? Ask for what you want, love, and it’s yours.”
“Want your dick inside me. I already told you that.”
He snorts a laugh. “Don’t be frustrated. I’ll get there.” He kisses my thigh again. “It’s your first time and it deserves attention.”
“It’s not that big a deal.”
“Yes, it is.” He pauses, reaching up to stroke my chin. “It is to me. You’ll remember this forever, and I want to be worthy of that memory.”
I roll my eyes but end up smiling. “You’re too sweet for a hit man.”
He laughs, then slides down farther, shoving my legs up to my chest and diving between them. My breath catches as his tongue meets my hole, leaving me speechless.
Wow.
This is… phenomenal. Holy shit. Even better than the first time.
Carnage eats my hole like it’s his favorite meal, slurping and making all sorts of obscene noises before he teases me with a finger. I’m desperate for it, pumping my hips to encourage him to enter me.
When he does, my breath catches and I throw my head back. It stings, but in a way that makes me crave even more of it.
“How’s that?” Carnage asks. “Is it okay?”
