28. Carter

Chapter 28

Carter

I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here, sleep evading me, but I’m over it. I let out a huff, annoyed.

“I believe that huff is called sexual frustration.”

Lara’s unexpected voice startles me; given her stillness, I figured she was fast asleep.

With her back to me, I feel rather than see the self-satisfaction oozing out of her. It’s in the way she wriggles her taut backside against my front, not enough to be blatantly obvious, but enough that I’m certain it’s purposefully done. It’s in the way she runs the ball of her foot along the inside of my calf, teasing.

“Funny. Did I wake you?”

“No, I can’t sleep either.”

“What’s on your mind?”

Lara rolls over in my arms, her face now inches from mine. “Two things. But the main one is the uneven scoreboard. I’m an equal opportunist, Carter.” Her hand comes up to stroke my jawline, her touch soft against the stubble.

Well shit. That’s not how I pictured this playing out.?

“You’re really adamant about this, aren’t you?” The intensity in her gaze has me picturing obscene images, like how incredible she’d look riding me. The way her breasts would feel in my grasp, bouncing in time with the rest of her. Would her head fall back, the euphoric feeling too much to bear, or would she refuse to break eye contact, gazing into my soul as she rides me into oblivion? The images do nothing to help the frustration; instead they worsen it. My cock has become agonisingly stiff within the confines of my underwear—the only layer of clothing I currently adorn—and given our proximity, there’s no way Lara hasn’t noticed.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now give in already so I can even the playing field.”

Every drop of blood in my body reroutes straight to my already hardened cock as she dips her hand beneath my waistband, wrapping a smooth hand around it. She’s no longer playing fair, and I like it.

Before I can state my case, Lara’s up on her knees beside me. My shirt is completely open, exposing her breasts in all their glory. She’s wearing a sly grin, one I’ve never seen before. It would almost be unsettling if it weren’t so fucking alluring . It’s dark outside, but the light of the moon casts Lara in an almost angelic glow.

“If you wrap that smart mouth around my cock, I guarantee you it won’t make it into your pussy tonight.”

“Bit of a one-hit wonder, are you?”

A chuckle escapes me before I can stop it. Lara’s brows slowly raise as she looks me up and down with ease.

“I assure you I’m anything but a ‘one-hit wonder’ on any normal day, but considering I’ve thought about this moment every day since the stockroom event, I encourage you to choose your next move wisely.”

Lara’s eyes widen momentarily, and the hand stroking my dick falters, seemingly taken aback by my candour. I won’t lie, I’ve even shocked myself a little with that last bit. There’s something about this woman that has me wanting to tell her every thought that’s ever entered my mind.?

Lara releases my dick, and I instantly miss the way she wrapped around me so perfectly. She leans her torso over me, her face coming to a stop mere inches from mine. The feeling of her breath on my lips sends a shiver down my spine.?

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not known for my wiseness.”?

Lara places her lips on mine in a fleeting kiss, and I want nothing more than to hold her there. Before I get the chance, she’s shuffling backwards and spreading her knees. Holding my gaze, Lara lowers her head to my dick, spitting on it. It’s filthy and obscene and so incredibly fucking hot.

When she lowers her head, wrapping her mouth around me, something akin to a growl reverberates through me. Given the way she smiles around my dick, I’d hazard a guess she felt it too. I have to focus on keeping it together as Lara begins running the tip of her tongue along my length, swirling it around my tip with each stroke.

“ Fuck, ” is all I can manage when Lara’s movements increase in both speed and intensity. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways. I reach a hand out, intertwining it into the strands of Lara’s hair currently obscuring my view. There’s something about watching her mouth on me. I never want it to end.

When I think she can’t possibly make this any better than it is, Lara slows her movements. As she’s almost deep-throating me, she unsheathes her teeth from her lips and drags them up my shaft with minimal pressure. There’s an immediate warmth within my pelvis, the pressure building frantically.

“Unless you want me to spill into your mouth, I suggest you move, love.” My voice is unrecognisable, heavy with arousal.

I expect Lara to move almost immediately, so I’m caught off guard when she stays put, and even more so when she chooses to repeat the movement.

“I’m serious, Lara.”

Finally, Lara heeds my warning and slides my dick from her mouth, wiping the back of her hand across her smirk.

“Thanks for the suggestion, but if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll stay right here.”

The vixen gives me a broad smile before sliding her mouth back over my throbbing dick. She begins to drag her tongue along my length again, keeping her eyes locked on mine with each lick. A shock goes through me when her free hand squeezes my balls, and I know I’m done for.?

Despite my best efforts to hold out, my orgasm pulses through me, and I empty into Lara’s mouth. Her cheeks are hollowed out, and she lets out the sexiest moan as I finish on her tongue. She gives me one last suck, and my head falls onto the pillow.

With my eyes closed, I focus on slowing my heart rate. There’s a dip in the mattress beside me as Lara joins me. I lift my arm, allowing her to move closer, and lay it gently across her back. My hand finds the dip of her waist, conforming.

“That was, without a doubt, one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever received. It might even be the best if I’m completely honest.” I’m still a little breathless.

“I’d hope so, that was some of my best work.” Lara smiles up at me. Without thinking, I lower my head to hers, placing a kiss on her forehead. She looks a little dumbfounded initially before the smile returns.

“What was the second thing?”

“Huh?” Lara’s brows draw together, creating a cute little crease between them.

“When I asked what was on your mind, you’d said there were two things. Evening the score distracted me at the time, but I want to know the second thing.”

The grin she flashes me looks eerily similar to Winnie when she’s up to no good. “Hallmark movies.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I was thinking about Hallmark movies. Those films are undoubtedly unmatched and completely underrated, and this place reminds me of the type of setting you’d see in one.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That’s certainly not what I expected you to say, but I’m sure we can find one if you’d like.”

Before I can reach for the remote lying on her bedside table, Lara responds. “Oh no, I didn’t mean we have to watch one now.”

“But do you want to?”

Even in the darkness, I don’t miss the way her eyes light up at the suggestion.

“No that’s okay, we should probably sleep.”

The light in her eyes has dimmed. I’m hit with an unexpected thought—I’d do almost anything to see that light again. Without another word, I reach across her and retrieve the remote. It only takes a couple of minutes to find a film. Pressing play, I place the remote onto my bedside table. Lara rises slightly as I roll back over, so I slide my arm beneath her once more.

“Thank you,” comes from her mouth in the softest whisper as she snuggles into my side. Her warm breathe against my chest provides a comfort I’ve never experienced.

I’m fairly certain I fall asleep smiling.

The small sliver of sun struggling to break through the clouds is the first thing I see when I awaken. It looks beautiful outside. Twenty-nine years spent in this country, and I’m still yet to get over how picturesque it really is.

Movement to my left draws my attention, and in an instant, the village outside doesn’t hold a candle to the figure wrapped around my midsection.?

She’s rolled over, conforming her small frame to the side of my body. Her hair falls in waves across her cheek, dark lashes contrast sharply against her fair skin. I watch in awe as her body rises and falls in a steady rhythm, still sleeping soundly.?

In this moment, with Lara’s upper body draped across my own, my fingertips drawing soft circles on her shoulder blade, I decide anything with this woman, no matter how limited, is better than the prospect of nothing at all.

“God you’re good at that.”

The sound of her voice is spiced honey personified; it rolls off her tongue so effortlessly and swirls around me like liquid, yet sleep has given it the smallest of rough edges. It’s glorious. I’d listen to it all day if I could.

“Good at what?”

She wiggles her shoulder. “That, the back tickles.”

“I wasn’t aware it was something you could be bad at, but thank you.” Humour laces my tone as I smile to myself.

I don’t dare let my hand still now, continuing the circles despite the slow developing cramp in my wrist.