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My lips crush against his again, and Carter responds. His hands grab my face, and he pulls me even closer, his tongue advancing into my mouth, tangling with my own. I can no longer tell where the moans are coming from—me, him, both. The strength behind his kiss meets mine and damn, that feels good. To be with a man who can match my strength, my passion, who can take control. My body is on fire. I’ve denied myself this for too long. I’m all out of fight.
Chapter fourteen
He makes no move to comply with my demand. Not that I am complaining about the kiss and the licking and nipping at my throat.
But, I issue the demand again.
“On your knees,” I breathe it onto his lips this time. “Davis.”
And with that use of his given name, he falls to his knees. Without hesitation. He flashes those eyes back to mine, waiting. Waiting for my next instruction. And, oh God, it feels amazing. I was very much in control of us the first time I fucked him. But I was drunk. We were both angry. Beyond angry. We were furious, fueled by rage way more than desire. At least when that night began.
This? This is very different.
I reach down and flip open the button of my jeans, but I don’t reach for the zipper. My cock is rock hard and straining against it. “Set me free, Davis.”
He runs his hands along my thighs. The heat of those hands is radiating through the denim. He flashes me one more look before turning all of his attention to freeing my aching cock. My balls tighten at the oh so gentle touch of the zipper floating down. Davis seems to make every effort to not let his hands touch me, yet. Torture. He means to torture me. Who, exactly is in charge here?
“Take it, dammit,” I growl.
He smirks, and my heart thumps hard in my chest.
He yanks my jeans and boxer briefs down below my ass. My cock springs free and points itself at Davis’s sweet mouth. He grins, and my weeping cock twitches in anticipation. I can’t wait any longer. My need for contact is too great. I thrust my dick towards his mouth, and he opens up and takes it.
Holy fuck. Ahhhh. I can’t deny I imagined this moment. More times than I can count. Davis on his knees before me. In my fantasies, he’d never been such a willing participant. And my imagination…holy hell, he pulls off slowly again and then deep throats me, his nose nuzzling against the trimmed hairs at the base of my cock. God damn, his mouth feels amazing. My imagination couldn’t even come close to the reality of the sweet, wet heat surrounding me now. My knees go weak, and the only way I remain standing is by grabbing a chunk of that gorgeous golden hair of his.
He pulls off me slowly and flicks his tongue along the tip before devouring me again. I hiss and throw my head back. Fuck! I had no idea how talented that mouth of his was going to be. How damn good connecting to him like this would feel. I want it to last. I want it to last way longer than it’s going to. My balls tighten, threatening to blow my load already.
I clutch his hair harder, which he must take as an urging on, because he speeds up. Now he is fucking my dick with his mouth. I’m powerless to stop him. My brain is wondering why I even want to. I look down, his cheeks hollowed out, those sweet lips stretched around my cock now slick with my precum and his saliva. He sucks and flows in and out and …ah fuck me…he moans with pleasure. I nearly unload down his throat right then.
“Stop,” my grip on his hair stops him, but his mouth is still wrapped around my cock and it is pulsing ready… “Stop,” I say breathless.
“Wh—” he doesn’t get the question out before I yank him up and seize his lips. My tongue searching his mouth for the taste of me. The taste of me on him….my precum in Davis’s mouth. Holy hell, this is more intoxicating than any drink I’ve ever had. Damn, that tastes good.
My hands fumble with the belt of his pants and I’m failing. I can’t get them off fast enough. Davis chuckles against my mouth, then reaches for his belt. He shoves my hands out of the way and flips open his belt and pants. I grab for his cock and sigh in relief once I wrap my hands around it. I’m not sure why I need to touch him so badly. Why I need us to do this together…but…Davis groans and pulls from my lips, letting his forehead fall to my face. He watches my hand envelop his hard length and stroke and tug. He groans again, and I feel his cock throb in my hand.
Stroke, tug, moan…Stroke, pull, moan. I’m not sure any longer where the moans are coming from. Me or him. He presses his thigh between my legs and invites me along for the ride. He grasps my bare ass. I thrust against his thigh, seeking friction. A lot of friction. His pants fall lower as we move, and my weeping cock finds bare skin. Holy shit….his hot bare skin. I allow myself a glance, surprised my eyes can even focus. My cock and its swollen head rubbing along his smooth thigh. That perpetually sun-kissed skin. My hand still tugging and fucking his cock.
“Davis,” I pant. “I’m—”
He beats me too it. Before I can even finish the short sentence, I feel the hot jets of come surround my fingers and I squeeze him harder. Coaxing, demanding more. I want all of him. And just like that I unload all over his thigh. The white streams slick and sticky all over his creamy skin.
Oh. My. God.
That was fucking amazing. Did I say that out loud?
Our foreheads remain glued together as we stare down at our oh-so-satisfied cocks and the sticky mess that made them so. I can barely breathe, much less talk.
If you had told me this was going to be the result of this ride out of the city, I would have told you to have your fucking head examined. I would have told you I would be lucky to return from this ride alive. To return after the best damn blow job—thigh hump of my damn life—with Davis. Davis Franklin George—nope, not in a million fucking years.
Davis. I let his name float around in my head some more. He will always be Davis to me. I will call him whatever he wants in public. But he is Davis. And he is mine.
His chuckle and movement of his head brings me out of my stupor.
He exhales and takes my chin in his hand. Those sweet lips press lightly against mine and he smiles.
Chapter fifteen
I really miss cooking.
