But I wasn’t sure I was ready for another round. I didn’t want to break my lady bits and have to wait a couple days before I could go again. I ran my other hand down his torso, and slowly brought my lips to his chest. I gave him light kisses, and I moved lower, kneeling down in front of him. He looked down at me, blinking rapidly with surprise on his face. His lips parted when I gazed up at him and took him into my mouth. His body tightened, and his hands flew to my head, gathering my hair in the palm of one hand.

I sucked and pumped him, taking him in as far into my mouth I could. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very far. He was too gifted, and he thickened the more turned on he got. He panted above me, bucking his hips into me, squeezing tight my hair until my scalp ached. I moved faster, and he groaned louder. His forearms bulged, curses flew out of his mouth as he tried to move deeper inside of me.

“Fuck, fuck, Leah… Yeah, like that…” The words continued, spilling out of his mouth.

It was strangely empowering seeing him crumble, and I felt satisfied just watching it. It made me think this is what he must have felt when he pleasured me all those weeks, satiating my hunger until I was calling out his name, and I loved the sound of my name coming out of his mouth. It made me quiver with delight. I sucked him faster and he was nearing.

“Leah…” He stilled suddenly and held his breath. “Fuuuck…”

His legs shuddered as he came in my mouth and I continued sucking him, spitting out his load in between. His body relaxed instantly, and when I looked back up at him, his eyes met mine and his lips flinched upwards.

I wiped my mouth and stood back up. He wrapped me in his arms and gave me a tender kiss on the nose.

“Thanks for that,” he whispered. “You suck like a vacuum, by the way.”

I laughed against him. “Anytime.”

His eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out, swiping at my lip. “Careful, Leah. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

*

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We passed out together in my bed, which was a first. He was usually in his.

Waking up to him in the morning with his body pressed against me was nothing short of bliss. I smiled at the empty room. Nothing felt more perfect than this.

I could cry from happiness.

We were still naked – another smile – and I copped a look at his hard body before I stared at his serene face. He was out to the world, his lips shut, breathing silently through his nose. I traced his eyebrows with my fingertip and followed it down his straight nose. His features were so symmetrical, it wasn’t fair.

After a little while, he began to stir, and his hand automatically slipped down my body, gripping my hip. It looked natural to him, like this was what he was made to do in the mornings.

Careful. I thought just then. He believed you when you said you wouldn’t get attached.

My smile faltered. How could I not be attached to him after last night? There was such a potent connection between us. Surely he felt it too.

Suddenly, this started to get complicated. Didn’t I convince myself that sex wouldn’t change anything? How fucking foolish was I? I deserved a punch in the brain for this level of stupidity because something had shifted entirely. I didn’t think I could get more attached to him than I already was, but no, his dick had to ruin all of that.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts.

He had one eye open, and a small closed mouth smile. I pushed away the thoughts immediately and smiled back at him.

“Morning,” I returned.

“You been up for a while?”

Yeah. “No.”

He let go of my hip and stretched his body out. Then he ran both hands through his hair. “Jesus, I was out like a light.”

“Me too. It was a big night.”

He was in a good mood. Turning on his side, he looked down at my body and smirked at me. “It was too. How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

His hand skirted between my legs. “And this?”

My cheeks heated. “It feels good.”

“Not sore?”

Kind of. “No.”

His finger lightly roamed my sex and I trembled at the sparks that flew up my body.

“I had a great time with you,” he carried on, like he wasn’t just starting to pleasure me again. “I’ve never seen you let go like that.”

“I blame the alcohol,” I replied, timidly. “Everything was because of the alcohol.”

He smiled. “Right. The dancing and all that?”

My hips went up, encouraging his fingers to keep going. “Oh, yeah, especially that,” I muttered.

“What about when you rubbed against my cock –”

“Alcohol, Carter.”

“Now you make me sound like I took advantage of you then. Because I was the only sober one there.”

Pause. “Well, it wasn’t all alcohol.”

He laughed and watched my face as he continued his movements. Then he kissed me softly and slowly moved down the mattress. I gasped when he buried his face between my legs, flicking his tongue against my clit.

“Shit,” I moaned out.

He licked me once more, and the stroke was long and deep. I dug my heels into the mattress and shut my eyes. Christ, was his tongue made of magic? What was this sorcery?

“It doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” he muttered lightly. “You’ve got a big appetite.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him, suppressing a smile. “Is that wrong?”

He shook his head slowly and seriously. “Hell. No. You want more?”

“Yeah.”

“Get on all fours. I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this for a long time.”

I turned around and he helped situate me on my hands and knees. He stroked between my legs a little, and by then I was glassy-eyed and needy. I heard another tear of a condom and then he was inside me again.

The angle… This glorious angle made me feel everything. I buried my face into the mattress. He gripped my hips and took me hard.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked. “Not too rough?”

I could do nothing but shake my head. I liked rough. After my warring emotions, I needed rough to distract me. He took me in deep and fast, rubbing against a spot inside of me that was making me crumble from pleasure. I cried into the mattress, my muscles contracted and I exploded from within, gripping the pillow above my head tight.




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