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“So bossy,” he groans and rolls over. Such a sexy sound. He wills his eyes to open and sits up. I drink in that sculpted chest sprinkled with hair. My cock twitches. God, I want to throw him down on that bed and devour every damn inch of him.
“But you know you’re not the boss in here, don’t you?” He stands up and presses that nearly naked body against me.
Heat radiates off him through my shirt. I meet his sleepy eyes with mine, eliciting a smile and lighting them up. He winks at me and heads to the bathroom, leaving my lips and cock yearning for his return.
Carter, you can be the boss of me anytime you want, I think. He was very much the boss the one time we had sex. It was rough and angry and there is probably something very wrong with the fact that I remember it with no small amount of longing for it to happen again. It probably isn’t right that being topped by a man I once considered my biggest enemy, including on that very night, has filled my dreams, and has been what I have gotten myself off to way more than once since.
He returns to the bedroom looking very alert and shockingly lucid for a man who was slurring his words a few hours ago. His eyes are bright and oh-so-fucking sexy. I get a whiff of toothpaste as he steps to me.
“We aren’t going to sleep, are we?” I ask.
He shakes his head, those bright eyes turning devilish. “Nope.”
I suck in a breath as he tugs my shirt free from my pants and makes quick work of the buttons. He teases my lips with just the hint of his. Pulling them away every time I reach for them.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” He jokes.
I can’t help but laugh. But yes, yes, it fucking is. I love kissing. I denied myself kissing for years out of some depraved need to punish myself in every bizarre way possible. I denied myself so many things. So many things Carter is now making me crave. Making me crave with him.
I toss my head back and relish the feeling of Carter nibbling along my jaw and neck. He licks along my Adam’s apple and my throat I fully expose to him. I moan when his fingers unclasp my belt and pants. His taunting continues as he holds them in his grasp.
“How badly do you want me?” he whispers in my ear.
“You mean you can’t tell?” My cock is already weeping and reaching for him from inside my pants.
I feel his lips smile against my ear, then he nips at my earlobe as he presses a hand against my erection.
“I want the words.”
“Then kiss me.”
He pulls his head back and laughs at me. “Oh my, how the tables have turned!”
I meet his laugh with my and drink it in. Drink in this moment. This moment of us together, smiling, laughing, playing… happy.
He ghosts those sweet lips across mine again. “You seem very sober at the moment.”
“I’m sober enough.” He winks at me. I’m not sure how to take that. He said something similar before, seven years ago. But this is different. I don’t want this to be some blur to him in a few hours.
“Wait,” I say and try to pull away. “Stop.”
“What? Why?”
I don’t have a simple answer to that. I’m not sure how to say I don’t want to take advantage of him. But that’s not it at all. It’s me. I don’t want him taking advantage of me. Everything he said. I feel vulnerable, so vulnerable for wanting to believe those words. Maybe despite everything he said on the phone, I’m suddenly afraid maybe he’s just horny.
He reaches his hand inside my pants and strokes along my briefs. The heat of his hand combined with that scorching look in his eyes threatens to bring me to my knees.
“What is it?” he says. Still stroking, still watching my face with remarkably clear eyes. “You want me on my knees? Is that it?”
Again, I don’t know how to answer.
“Davey?” He looks at me, his expression serious. He called me Davey, and that bums me out. He calls me Davis. Carter calls me Davis and I love it. He pulls away from me.
“What is it?”
“Do you want this because you’re drunk and horny?” I blurt out.
He smiles.
