6. Carter

Chapter six

Carter

"Please, Carter. Kiss me."

Fuck, has anyone ever looked at me like this before? Zayden conveys so many emotions in his facial expressions. To the world he's this cocky and confident rock star, but right here, right now? I can tell he's showing me his true self. He's showing me his pain and vulnerabilities. His anger and love.

Zayden once confessed to me that he likes it when his partner takes control, and I can tell, something in his demeanor says he needs this.

Leading him further away from the street, I flip Zayden around so that he's facing the wall, my hands on his hips. He's still angry, and whatever his manager said to him rattled his good mood. Zayden needs a good distraction. Something to take his mind off everything. There's no windows in this little space between the two buildings, and I doubt anyone will walk by us, just in case I guide him into the little alcove.

I shove my body against his and crowd him from behind. "Would you like me to distract you, Zee? Take control and make you feel really good?"

He shudders at the tone of my voice. "Please," he begs.

"No need to beg, sweetheart. I got you." I bite his ear lobe before I tangle my hand through his hair and tug his head back, exposing his neck. My other hand reaches for his belt and he gasps. Unbuckling it, I yank it off, then start kissing his neck.

Zayden pushes his ass against me and moans when he feels how hard I am. As much as I want to fuck him right here in the alley, it would take way too long to prep him. I might be eighty percent positive that no one will walk in on us, but Zayden is still a celebrity, and it's too risky. I care about Zee too much to be caught. But a quick blowie before anyone can even rush into the alley?

That's something I can do for my man.

I flip him back around in a move that's pure power and dominance. Zayden's pupils are blown out, and he already looks so lust drunk. My eyes drop down to his thick erection in his tight pants.

"Awe. Look at you, sweetheart. So fucking desperate. Do you want me to take care of that?" I trail a hand over the head of his cock. It jerks under his pants, and a bead of precum blooms on the material.

Zayden whimpers and nods frantically. "Yes, please take care of me, Carter." Damn. Why do I get the impression he's talking about his cock and so much more?"

I unbutton his pants and drop to my knees. I only drag the material down enough so that it's just under his balls. Then I get to work; sucking and slurping. I bob my head like my life depends on it as I race Zayden to his finish. The thought of getting him to blow so fast is heady and sexy as fuck. I can't help myself, I unzip my pants and pull myself out.

"Oh fuck, that's so hot, love." Zayden pushes his hips forward and begins to thrust into my mouth. I stroke myself in time with my head bobs and it doesn't take long at all before Zayden is spilling down my throat and moaning. The sound of him getting off is the sexiest damn thing I've ever heard. My orgasm slams into me, and I try my hardest to aim at the ground and not get splatter on his shoes.

After a quick moment of catching our breaths, we tuck ourselves away and I stand. I pepper his lips with kisses. "Thank you, for letting me do that."

"Damn, love. You can do that any time."

I bark out a laugh. "Now, how do you feel about that coffee date?"

Zayden's smile lights up his whole face, and I'm tempted to pump my first into the air and call out ‘mission accomplished.'

Instead, I place another sweet kiss on his lips.

"As long as it's a date, you can take me anywhere."

"Good. Let's go on this date and have fun, then later tonight, I want to take you to my place and see what it feels like to be inside of the man I'm falling for."

"Hot damn, maybe we should just skip the coffee."