Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Somehow, the night gets even better when he grips my hips and gently moves me off him. With a dark intensity in his eyes, he drags me under him, staring hotly down at me as he straddles my belly. He strokes his hungry cock. “Let me fuck your tits.”
There is only one answer. “Yes.”
He looks like I just gave him the keys to the kingdom as he moves over me, straddling my chest, then sliding that big dick between my boobs as I push them together, creating a warm tunnel for his greedy cock.
“Ever since that day, I’ve wanted to play with them, touch them. Fuck them. Love your tits. Just fucking love them.”
I don’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting that confession. I didn’t think the sight of half-naked me had done it for him. I love being wrong so much that I whisper, “Fuck me hard.”
“Yeah?” It’s a rough scrape of a question.
“Do it. Use me.”
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he says. Then he pumps faster, one hand on the headboard, the other in my hair. As I squeeze my breasts closer together, giving him more friction as he goes, I gaze up at him and he’s different…
In bed, he’s Carter unleashed. He’s raw and savage, and it’s such a thrill to experience this side of him.
I stick out my tongue, as an offering. His whole body shakes. He stops thrusting and he rubs his cock against my lips. “Lick the tip, baby,” he says, urging my mouth open more. “Tease me with your tongue.”
His desperation is an aphrodisiac and I can feel myself gushing again, even though I just came. I swirl my tongue around the head, then say, “Next time, I want to learn how to suck your dick. I want you to teach me how to take it all the way. Will you? Can you?”
He shudders, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck yes,” he mutters, and when he opens them he slides down me and drops his mouth to mine, lavishing a hungry kiss there. “I have to fuck you now.”
Have to. He has to.
“Yes. You do,” I say.
He grabs a condom from the nightstand, puts me on all fours, and lines up behind me.
If he’s Carter unleashed, I think I’m Rachel unleashed. Because I’m saying things I’ve never said. Things I’m discovering I love saying. Like…“Fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you so good,” he says as he sinks into me.
I repeat it again and again as he thrusts. Like I’m addicted to saying it.
He seems addicted to hearing it.
He fucks me good and hard, and he slides a hand between my thighs, working me over till I’m this close to spinning out again. When I’m gasping, he bites my shoulder, sucking on my flesh and muttering against me a word that I want to tattoo into my dirty heart. “Mine.”
I cry out, a loud, animalistic sound as I shatter while all our noises fill the room. Grunts, slaps, then a final roar as he comes inside me.
A few minutes later, I’m boneless, floating on an orgasm cloud on his bed. I turn to the sweaty man by my side, who’s breathing hard too. I run a finger down his biceps. “I had no idea what you were like in bed,” I say, speaking out loud something that was only in my head before.
It’s a statement of the obvious. But I don’t want to keep it inside me.
“Well, yeah,” he says with a smile, then there’s that vulnerability again as he adds, “But you like knowing.”
My chest goes tingly. A little fluttery. “I feel like I have a good secret.”
He kisses the blooming bruise on my shoulder. “You’re learning my secrets too. Want another?”
I turn to my side. “Yes.”
He cups my cheek. “I want you to stay the night.”
It’s half a command but half a request too. Like he knows a sleepover isn’t a sure thing. Like he can’t just demand it even though he wants me here.
“Is that the secret?” I ask.
“That I want you to stay over? Yeah. But my other secret is this,” he says and takes a beat, holding my gaze as he drags a thumb along my chin. “How much I like fucking my best friend.”
I shiver. It’s a sex compliment, but it feels like there’s something more to it. Like I’m a brand-new discovery to him too.
He nuzzles my neck, and this post-sex affection is addictive. “And I want to fuck you in the morning too.”
Oh. So that’s why he wants me to spend the night. Easy access to sex.
For a second, my chest feels heavy with that awareness.
But that’s silly since this is a sex thing. We’re ultra-sexing. As friends. Besides, I want all the orgasms too. “I want to stay,” I say, and that’s true.
I want more in the morning. I want as much as I can get before this arrangement comes to its inevitable end and we return to friendship only. That’s the only guarantee, and I’d be wise to focus on that—friendship—since that’s what will be left when we leave the bedroom.