39. Lara

Chapter 39

Lara

I decide now is as good a time as any to step outside the safety of my comfort zone—the place that prefers to be instructed rather than to instruct—and take matters into my own hands. Plus, if I don’t do it now, this’ll be over before I get the chance. I’m so incredibly aroused, I can feel the beginnings of my impending orgasm building.

“Roll over.” I intend for it to come out as a command, but instead it’s no more than a breathy whisper.

Carter slows his pace, and the gentle thrusts are almost too much to bear. I have the sudden urge to slam my knees shut, but the weight of his body between them reminds me I’m stuck, spread open beneath him.

“Roll over, huh? Am I not doing an adequate job up here?” Carter flicks my clit with his fingertip, and I clamp my mouth shut to hold in the gasp. The wicked grin he dons tells me he’s well aware of how much of an adequate job he’s doing.

“Just do as I say.” I don’t typically display many dominant personality traits, but there’s something about taking control in the bedroom that’s making my insides do little backflips. There’s every chance I’ll hate it or feel incredibly awkward, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take with Carter. He has this unexplainable calm about him; I feel safe in his presence.?

To my surprise, Carter pulls out completely and grabs hold of my waist. He obliges without another word, rolling us until I’m straddling his torso. One look at Carter’s sheer size is enough to know he’s got some strength behind him, but experiencing it firsthand the way I just did is something entirely different. I want to see all the ways he could manhandle me.

I can feel the evidence of my arousal seeping out onto his stomach. A sudden wave of embarrassment washes over me, urging me to clamber off him, but I don’t get the chance.?

“Don’t you dare move.” Carter pins me to him by the hips. I grimace, uncomfortably hyper-aware of the wetness pooling between our bodies.

“You don’t find this weird or uncomfortable?” I ask, gesturing to the mess becoming more apparent with each squirm in my failed attempt to get off him. I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye like this.

Carter places his thumb on my chin, carefully tilting it until I’m forced to lock eyes with him. “Lara, there’s a gorgeous woman sitting on me who’s about to ride my cock, and she’s so aroused by me she’s dripping. I’d have to be certifiable to find that weird or uncomfortable. On the contrary, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.”

The sound of his voice alone could undo me. As if on cue, another wave of arousal rushes through me, heat rising in my neck and cheeks.

“Now, why don’t you climb on and drench my dick instead?” Carter strokes my thighs while I rise, scooting myself down his torso until I’m hovering above his length. It’s impossibly hard, with thick veins running the length of it. I stand by the fact it’s good-looking. It’s also one I enjoy having inside me.

With one hand wrapped around the base, I align his tip with my entrance. Carter sucks a breath in through gritted teeth when I drag the tip between my lips, signalling he can’t take much more of this teasing. Hell, neither can I. It must be apparent on my face because Carter picks this moment to rock his hips up, pushing himself inside me.

We both let out a sigh of relief as he enters me inch by glorious inch. I bend, placing both hands on his hard chest as a brace. Guiding myself down the length of him until our bodies are flush, he lets out a strangled, “ Oh fuck. ”

Those two words are all the encouragement I need. I slowly rise up until we’re almost separated and ease my way down, filling myself with him entirely. Finding my rhythm, I slowly increase the tempo and bounce harder. His moans of approval boost my confidence.

“Oh baby, yes ,” Carter breathes. “Just like that.”

I’ve never liked that pet name, but I could get used to it coming from Carter’s lips and in his accent—his deep tone has an unfamiliar rasp to it, making it that much more alluring. I can feel myself constricting around him, inching closer and closer to release. Before Carter, orgasms never came to me this quickly, nor did they come from penetration alone. But a lot of things have changed since Carter entered my life. More than I’d like to admit.

A thrust from beneath me has my breath catching in my throat. “Car?—”

My words are cut off as Carter throws our conjoined bodies sideways with all his weight. I yelp as we disconnect, and my back smacks onto the mattress once more. Carter lays his body atop mine, the full force of him feeling familiar and unchartered all at once.

He settles himself at my entrance and pauses, and I look up to see him staring down at me with an odd expression. Carter’s eyes trail over my face as if committing every detail to memory.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His voice is soft, quieter than usual, but thick with an emotion I can’t place.

Can’t, or won’t??

With widened eyes, I stare up at him, shocked at his admission. Has Carter ever shown this degree of candidness toward me? Before I can utter a response, he runs the tip of his cock against my entrance, up and down in a torturously slow rhythm. A small moan escapes my lips as Carter continues to watch me, his eyes dark and giving away very little.

I look down to where we connect and wriggle my hips, hoping for more. I need him. All of him.?

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

All I can manage is a faint gasp. His words have left me speechless.

Carter presses himself harder against me. “What did I tell you earlier? Use your words, Lara.”

“Yes. Please .”?

The moment the second word leaves my mouth, Carter slams into me with such force all the air in my lungs evacuates in an almighty whoosh .

I don’t recall the last time something felt like this; felt so right . As quickly as the thought enters my mind, it’s gone.

If there were ever an inconvenient time to think about how right sex feels with your boss, it would be right now, whilst the aforementioned boss is six inches deep in my pussy.

His hand drags up my neck, fingers reaching beneath my ear while his thumb caresses along my chin. The gentle action is completely at odds with the way he’s pounding into me.

Pleasure and pressure begin to build in my lower abdomen when Carter’s thumb returns to my clit, circling. My breath becomes ragged, the blood pulsing through my veins at an alarming rate. A strangled moan escapes me. Carter pulls out abruptly, dipping his head to bring his lips to mine. His tongue runs the length of my lips before slipping between them, tangling with my own. Teeth clash, and moans mix as the kiss intensifies.

“Get on your knees.” The words are spoken into my mouth, Carter refusing to break the kiss, but I push him back. I scan his face for an explanation, caught off guard by the demand. His lips pull into a grin, and he strokes my cheek.

“I’ve spent far too many nights thinking about your arse in my hands as I fuck you from behind and about how beautiful you’d look on all fours. So please, love, get on your knees for me.”

It’s the way he words it the second time that has me winding my fingers into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, kissing him deeply, and rolling onto my stomach. I look over my shoulder, eyes locking onto his as I pull my knees beneath me, momentarily jutting my arse into the air and wiggling it at him.?

Before I’m able to lift up onto my hands, a sharp slap makes contact with my backside, sending a sting across the left side.

I let out a deep moan and drop my head forward into the mess of pillows, pain and pleasure mingling together in sweet sin. The burning sensation spreads, and goosebumps cover every inch of my skin. My thighs squeeze together so tightly it’s almost painful, and I discover how wet I am. Again.

Raising up onto my hands, my head is drawn backwards by the grip he has on my hair. His fingers are curled into the strands, the rest of it wrapped around his wrist.

“Tap me on the thigh if it becomes too much.” It’s the only warning I get before a hand wraps around my throat. His fingers interlace where my chin meets my neck, and just the right amount of pressure is applied. Carter pulls up slightly on my neck, and my eyes roll backwards in ecstasy when he slides into me, bottoming out with a grunt.

The man has me in a chokehold, quite literally, but all I can think about is how disappointed I’ll be when this ends. That’s what happens; all good things come to an end. It’s inevitable. Do we continue to do this regardless? Yes, yes, we do. I’m an absolute glutton for punishment, and he’s the sweetest of them all.

Making the most of the little movement I have, I turn my head to the side, noticing our reflection in the mirror adjacent to Carter’s bed. My eyes widen as they lock with his, pleasantly surprised to see he’s already staring at the obscene image of us.?

A mischievous grin tugs at his lips, causing heat to rise in my cheeks.?

“Fuck, being able to look you in the eye whilst fucking you from behind is otherworldly . You look so good on your knees.”

I’m about to tap his thigh when he releases my throat. I collapse forward once more, sucking in a deep breath, but it’s cut short when Carter pulls out almost entirely, then thrusts back in with tenacity.?

His hands glide down to grip my waist with bruising force as he continues to pump in and out, and I bite my lip to stifle the smile. I’m certain I’ll have marks in the morning, serving as a reminder of this precise moment.?

The feel of Carter’s forceful thrusts in and out of my core, his firm grip claiming me.?

The sound of skin on skin as the front of his muscular thighs continuously slap against my arse. My involuntary moans mixing with his grunts.

The intricate details of the chandelier hanging above us, glimpses of it bathing the parts of Carter I can see in a glorious glow.?

The smell of sex. Raw, animalistic sex.

The taste of copper in my mouth from the laceration on my bottom lip. I can’t be certain if it was Carter or I who bit down a little too hard on it, but I don’t care either way.?

Carter’s thrusts slow, our bodies coming to an unexpected standstill. He remains firmly inside me as he lies his chest flat against my back, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “Can I try something?”

Caught off guard, I resort to sarcasm—my preferred defence mechanism when I’m not in control of a situation’s outcome. “You are not putting that,” I push against him for emphasis, “in my arse. Not in this lifetime.”

The arsehole has the audacity to laugh, which reverberates through our bodies and sends a delightful shiver down my spine. “Not quite what I was going for, but I’m glad we’re setting ground rules. I was merely going to ask if I could add in a vibrator.”

“You, of all people, own a vibrator?” It comes out more accusatory than it was meant to.?

“Take down the judgement a notch, Miss Matthews,” he tuts, withdrawing himself from my body and reaching over to a small gift bag on the floor I’d failed to notice. “I purchased it yesterday after asking you to come over.”

“Well, that’s awfully sweet, but my birthday isn’t for several months.”

Grabbing my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilts my head in his direction once more, and I love the way he eyes me hungrily. “Oh, how I’d like to put that bratty mouth to better use again,” he murmurs, running the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “But that will have to wait.”

He releases his hold, but my gaze remains on him, watching intently. The vibrator packaging is discarded with expert speed, leading Carter to return to his place behind me within seconds.

I’m still watching our reflection when Carter’s hand snakes under me, coming to rest on my clit. I jerk forward at the sudden cold sensation as the unmoving vibrator touches my skin.

“Same rules as before,” Carter says, tapping his thigh with his free hand.

“Noted.” I don’t make the mistake of nodding this time.

Carter gives me a pleased look in the mirror. “You’re learning.”

Without breaking eye contact through our reflection, Carter spits on his dick, coating his length until it’s gleaming. He winks. “Don’t want to hurt you, love.” Without another word, he glides inside me until his hips are flush with my arse. The click of a button sounds, but it isn’t warning enough for the jolt of arousal that pulses through my clit as the vibrator comes to life.?

“Fuck,” is all I can manage with a soft moan, overwhelmed by the sensations.?

“How does that feel?” Carter’s voice is huskier than usual and somehow even hotter. Another moan escapes me when he kicks the vibrator up a speed, causing my hips to buck into him as he drives into me. If I thought I was overwhelmed before, this shit is next level now.?

My arms wobble, and then I collapse onto the sheets from the weight of the pleasure. I manage a few deep breaths before an arm wraps around my midsection, hauling me up and pinning my back against his bare chest.?

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” The hand wrapped around my stomach slides its way up my body, pinching and twisting each nipple as it climbs.?

That familiar warmth begins creeping up my spine, radiating from the apex of my thighs. With my face turned to the mirror, my head falls against Carter’s pecs. Our gazes never stray, the fire within each of our eyes fighting for dominance over the other. My hot breath caresses the underside of his jaw with each sigh. Knees buckling beneath me, Carter’s body becomes the only thing keeping me upright.

The inner walls of my pussy tighten around Carter. Any doubt around whether he felt it is ripped to shreds when he increases the setting on the vibrator once more. My entire body lights up, pure ecstasy flowing through my veins.?

“That’s it baby,” Carter croons. With one hand between my legs working the vibrator with expert synchronicity to his thrusts and the other caressing my small breasts with a bruising touch, Carter paints the filthiest picture in our reflection.?

If the general public could see him now, there’d be no reason to question whether men can multitask.?

The feeling of my impending orgasm returns with a vengeance, but I’m adamant I won’t go down without a fight. I’ve always been a little on the competitive side, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be fighting not to come first. I’m running out of time and options, so I resort to playing dirty. I’ve witnessed firsthand the effects my moans and sighs have on Carter, so it’s time to kick them up a notch.

On his next deep thrust, I let out my sexiest moan, complete with a high-pitched ‘ah’ as I snake a hand around to the nape of Carter’s neck. I tangle my fingers into his short hair, tugging. Another exaggerated moan leaves my mouth, and my free hand reaches up to pinch my sensitive nipple.?

“Oh, fuck Carter, right there.” I don’t even recognise my voice; it’s far more sultry than ever before. It seems to hit the spot though, because Carter goes harder and deeper more rapidly than ever. The movement of our bodies has the headboard slamming up against the wall, but we don’t care.

Instead, his eyes close, and his head drops back. Satisfaction rolls through me like a wave breaking on the shore as he gives one final deep thrust, letting out a strangled moan. When I feel Carter fill the condom, imagining how it would feel to have him fill me instead, I come undone.?

All coherent thoughts slip my mind, one word remaining in their wake—Carter. He continues to surprise me in the most unexpected of ways. Although on second thought, this orgasm isn’t unexpected at all. I’m well versed in his oral skills, so it would be remiss of me to assume any less of his other skills. And fuck , is he skilled.

Every inch of my skin tingles with adrenaline. Every nerve ending continues firing on all cylinders. Every brain cell is fighting with another; half are trying to piece together how to repeat that orgasm pronto, while the other half are rebuilding the walls that came crumbling down the moment he held the door open for me.

We collapse onto the bed in a pile of entangled limbs and sweat-matted hair, but neither of us care. We’re too busy trying to catch our breaths and lower our heart rates. I’m genuinely surprised my watch didn’t start some medical alert with the way my heart was racing, practically trying to beat its way through my sternum.?

Unsurprisingly, the runner among us regains his breath first.

“Fuck, Lara. You are exquisite.”

A delirious laugh echoes from my throat. Meeting his eyes, I see a glint in them I haven’t noticed before. The effort I’d put into lowering my heart rate only moments ago is thrown out the window, the hussy ramping it right up after seeing that look.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” The words come out muffled as I stifle a yawn.

“Someone’s worn out.” Carter pokes my side. I try to slap him away before he realises I’m ticklish, but he moves his hand before I get the chance. “Should I rule out round two?”

Rolling my eyes, I fail to hide the smile that breaks through. “I should probably get going unfortunately, it’s quite late.” Before I can roll away, an arm loops around my midsection, tethering me to his side.

“It’s late indeed, which is why you can’t leave now. I simply wouldn’t feel comfortable with you driving home in such a spent state.”

I can’t help but laugh as I try to get up. “Please, I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.”

My attempt is futile, and I’m rolled back to face Carter. The laugh dies on my lips when I see the earnest way he’s looking at me. There’s something in his eyes.

“Please stay.” His voice is soft, calling to somewhere deep within me. The plea throws me; it’s so unexpected from someone so confident, which only makes it that much more impactful.

“If that’s what you want, okay.”

He lets out an audible breath in response, his body relaxing. We’re both silent for a moment, still looking into each other’s eyes. The tension is too much to handle. With Carter relaxed and unsuspecting, I’m able to sit up and draw in a few deep breaths.

“I’m going to use the bathroom. Would you mind lending me something to sleep in?”

“Of course.” He rolls out the other side and pads over to his wardrobe. With the curtains yet to be drawn, his naked body is lit by the moonlight. Cords of muscle ripple through his back and along his shoulders as he reaches for a t-shirt and a pair of his underwear. He turns to face me, and it’s almost too much to bear. His front is even more glorious than his back; thick abdominal muscles fan up into his broad chest and his deep V line has me salivating.

“Hey, eyes up here.” His playful tone pulls my attention back to his face. “You’ll be swimming in this, but it’ll have to do. You don’t have to wear these if you don’t want to,” he holds up the underwear, “but in case you didn’t want to put yours back on.”

This man. This thoughtful, beautiful man.

“I’ll take both, thank you.” I catch the items tossed my way and wander into Carter’s bathroom. The entire time I’m freshening up, the fearful-avoidant part of me rears its ugly head.

Do not let yourself get attached to him. You’re already too close. He’ll leave. All men leave. Even when they claim to love you, they leave. Even when they shouldn’t, they leave. Why would he be any different?

By the time I climb back into Carter’s bed, I’ve all but shut down. Not even the feeling of his arm draped over my waist is enough to pull me out of it. Closing my eyes, I will sleep to take me quickly. I think I hear Carter say something, but I keep my eyes shut and say nothing. Soon after, I hear his breathing even out.

They leave. Why would he be any different? All men leave.