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Before him, I’d only had sex with a few random guys at college. All of this is new to me, and I had a feeling it was for him as well. The chemistry between us makes us both bolder, willing to do things we wouldn’t dream of doing with anyone else. With another man, I’d be shy and unsure. With Carter, I know he can handle everything I want to give him.
“Beg me,” he finally says. “I want you to beg. And then I want you to come only when I say you can.”
“And in return?” I ask.
“I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.”
“Okay,” I say.
He rubs my clit a little harder, but still doesn’t let me move on top of him.
“Please, Carter,” I say, the words coming more naturally to me than I thought they would. “Let me ride you. Let me feel your cock again.”
He thrusts upwards against me. “This what you want, Ange?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Tell me how much and maybe I’ll let you have it again.”
“Badly,” I say, fumbling for words. “I’ll do anything. I’ll suck it again, Carter, just?—
He thrusts inside me fully once more. “You asked so nicely. Now ride me,” he says, his voice having taken on a commanding tone.
We’ve slipped in our new roles easily, and I do as he says, moving my hips up and down on him, grinding my pussy against his hand below, hoping to please him—to earn his praise.
“Don’t come yet,” he says. “I want you begging even more.”
“Please let me come,” I choke out, heat rising to my face as I say it. “Please,” I say more quietly this time.
“Louder, Angel.”
“Please,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“That’s it, beg me like a good girl.” He starts rubbing my clit again, faster this time, and between that, and the feel of him inside me, I almost lose it.
“Hang on for me,” he says.
I gasp and grip his hips, abandoning myself to the feeling of fucking his hand. “Please let me come, Carter, I can’t?—”
“You’re so perfect, Angel,” he says, using that nickname again. “Now come for me.”
He circles my clit faster, and the orgasm sweeps through me in pounding waves. I all but fall apart on his cock.
“Such a perfect girl,” he tells me, “coming when I told you to.”
“Carter, please, please, please,” I hear myself say as I come down from the high and his hand is still moving on me.
“That’s it, come another time for me. I love seeing you like this, I love giving you pleasure.”
I let out a sob and start to come again, my back arching with waves of pleasure until I’m shaking on top of him.
His hand stills, and I go limp on top of him. I lay there for a moment, before rolling over onto my back next to him. I stare at the white ceiling, the fan whirring around and cooling down the August air, my mind completely blank, the aftershocks of pleasure still whipping through me.
Carter rolls onto his side and pulls me closer, and I let him. I don’t say anything about how I don’t like to cuddle, or how I won’t be able to fall asleep next to him if we take a nap. I’m willing to try because it’s him, and I’ve had the stupidest, biggest crush on him since we were kids.
And besides, the way he strokes my back and my arm is nice. The way he tucks me against his chest feels just right. So right that I don’t even mind the fact that I lost the bet. I’ll happily be buying him dinner later, and I hope he orders every damn thing off the menu.
“That was perfect, Angel,” he tells me.
