Afterwards, she lifts her head off my chest and says, “Now I get what you mean.”
We’re both slick with our combined sweat, but that’s how it’s supposed to be. “Well, we’ve established one position you like.”
She laughs and says, “I think the possibilities are endless.”
Chapter Nine
Carter
When I wake up, I really have to pee. I lift up my head, not wanting to disturb Kestrel, but he’s not in the bed. Not wasting a second, I hop up and run to the bathroom. After I finish, I notice a thick terry bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. Cocooning myself in it, I decide to brave it out and hunt for him. But wait! What will I say? Oh, God! I’m immediately assailed with a million regrets. No, not regrets. Doubts. What if he didn’t have as much fun as I did? Last night was pretty damn amazing, and I can only hope he feels the same way. But what if he doesn’t? Then what? Oh, hell. Did I fuck up by sleeping with him? I don’t know. I never do this type of thing. Well, almost never. The two times I did it ended up in catastrophes. One was with Simon and the other was with some jerk in college. Well, I can’t stay in here forever. I’m going to have to walk out there sooner or later. It might as well be sooner. Stiffening my spine, I head for the door.
The living room is silent, so I turn toward the kitchen and spy him sitting at the counter, a mug of coffee in hand, engrossed in his laptop. I can’t help but admire him. Black messy hair and his face heavy with scruff, he looks like a damn model posing for a coffee ad. And he has no idea I’m standing here staring at him, practically drooling. Bare feet peek beneath a pair of old faded jeans that are ripped in various places, and tattoos stand out across his back, the very same ones my hands and tongue were all over last night. My hand reaches for my neck as I recall the way his mouth kissed me and sucked my nipples. Air gets trapped in my lungs as I feel myself respond. He must’ve heard me because he turns in his seat and I’m glued to the floor, ogling him like a dork.
He puts his mug down and stands. Then in a couple of long strides, he’s in front of me, hands on my face, kissing me, and I can barely stand on my own feet. I am so aroused; all I want is to be naked again.
He must’ve read my mind. His hands push the robe off my shoulders and I get my wish.
I practically tear his jeans off, and we stand there facing each other. When I move to touch him, he takes my hand.
“Last night was perfect, Carter. I want you to know that.”
“It was for me, too.”
Then we kiss again, and end up in the living room. He bends me over the couch and I feel his fingers inside of me. He not only makes love to me with his body, but the things he says are unbelievable. They may all be crap, but he makes me feel so alive. I haven’t felt this way in so damn long that I don’t really care if they’re true or not. His fingers leave and I cry out. I want them back inside of me. He bends over and whispers, “I’ll be right back.”
I hear noises from the bedroom and when he returns, I can hear him opening a condom. I’d forgotten. Soon he’s inching inside of me from behind and it feels different from last night. It’s fuller, deeper, and it drowns out everything I’ve ever known.
“Ah, Kestrel.” I moan.
His fingers press into my hips as he slowly slides in and out. Then an arm wraps around me and he pulls me against him, and grinds himself into me. There’s something so primal about the way he holds me, the way he pushes deep inside of me, that I find myself wanting even more of him. How is that possible?
“Jesus, Carter. Tell me you’re going to come because I’m not going to last.”
I’m close, at the brink, but it’s difficult to speak. “I …”
“Lift up your leg.”
His command goes unanswered. I am boneless, unable to move. I don’t have to worry, because when I don’t do as he tells me to, he lifts my leg for me. I’m bent over the arm of the sofa with one elbow resting on the back. He places my knee on the arm of the sofa, and proceeds to fuck me. Then his hand slides that thigh out, spreading my legs wider, and I feel his fingers find my hot spot. They first touch my clit and then massage it. His hips thrust up, hard and fast.
“Ahh, yessss.” Soon after that I orgasm. He follows. I know because I can feel his cock throb, and the arm that’s around me hugs me even tighter to him. A deep growl emerges from him and the one hand that holds my hips digs into me.
Then he pulls me to my feet, turns me around to face him, and kisses me as he walks me to the bedroom where he stretches me out on the bed. He disappears in the bathroom, where he rids himself of the condom and returns. I think he’s going to lie beside me, but I’m wrong. Boy am I ever wrong.
Kestrel meant what he said about mutual pleasure and he sure keeps his word. He spreads my legs and says, “You have one gorgeous pussy. And I’m going to make sure I have tasted every single inch of it.”
Mega shock factor hits me. His face presses into me and as he commences to taste me, his eyes look up at me. He sees the shocked expression I’m wearing.
He stops and says, “What? Did you think that our little romp was it? I have news for you sweetheart. That was just the appetizer.”
“Then what’s this?”
“My small plate.”
“What comes next?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Soup?”
Then his lids shutter closed, and his tongue delves back into my most secret places as I gasp, sigh, and then moan. I have to wonder what’s in store for the main course. I only hope I can hold out that long. Leaning on my elbows, I can’t stop watching him.
“What has you so enthralled?”
I don’t dare tell him it’s his mouth attached to my sex.
“Carter, don’t get shy on me now. I’ve seen all your bits and pieces and happen to love every one of them. Why are you staring so?”
“I just want to.”
“Has anyone ever done this to you before?”
“No.”
“Good.” Then he goes back to my sex. And I’m thankful he does. I’m not sure exactly what he does down there. I almost wish I had a mirror so I could see, because fuck me, it’s amazing. He’s all tongue, lips, and, fingers. And soon I have to abandon watching him and drop down on the bed, because my arms won’t even hold me up. Fire shoots through my veins and I grab a pillow and bite down on the corner of it to stop from screaming. The other hand ends up in Kestrel’s hair, pulling it, and I’m thrusting and flexing my hips against his mouth as if I’m fucking it. Shit, this is good. No, it’s fan-fucking-tastic with chocolate, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.
“I want to fuck every part of you … the hollow between your breasts, your luscious ass, your sweet mouth, but right now, I want to bury myself in your warm, wet pussy.”
He reaches for a condom, puts it on, and slides into me. When he does, I moan, because it feels so damn good. His mouth blazes a hot path down my neck and heats me even further.
“Wrap those luscious thighs around me. Your legs are so sexy; I want to feel them behind me when I move inside of you. Move with me, sweetheart.”
Sliding my hands down his back, I grab his ass and start rocking to his motion.
“That’s it. Christ, you feel so damn good. You okay?”
I can’t speak.
“Carter?”
“Yeah.” It comes out as a groan almost.
His hands slip under my ass and he thrusts faster. Holy fuck. I’m about to explode wide open in another orgasm.
“Let it go.” He keeps the pace steady, never letting up, until I scream his name, raking my nails across the cheeks of his ass. I arch my back and then collapse.
He still moves, but lifts himself up to his hands and looks down at me. Then he leans down and kisses my neck and cheek gently. “All okay?”
“Oh, God, Kestrel.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He smiles, all the while still pumping in and out and rotating his hips, but then picks up the pace a little.
Then his hand is back on my clit, teasing me again.
“Just one more for me, sweetheart. One more.”
“I don’t think …”
“You don’t have to think. Let me do the work here.” His hand massages me as his hips rock in and out, tilting back and forth. Not long, I’m right there, and he knows.
“Come on, Carter. One more. For me, sweetheart.” He dips his head and sucks and bites my neck and soon my inner muscles are clenching and I’m calling out his name as I climax. And that’s when he lets himself go. He’s rough, fast, and hard. He fucks me like a wild beast. Intensely, with a passion he must’ve held in restraint. Sweat drips off both of us, as I match him movement for movement. My hands hang on to the headboard as he plunges into me repeatedly. I look at his face and am momentarily suspended in time. His beauty captivates me. But all too soon, he climaxes with a loud groan, and then he collapses next to me on the bed.
A minute passes before he speaks. “I believe that was dessert.”
“Oh, I think that was the main course. You’re going to have dessert just as soon as you’re able.”
A deep chuckle fills the room.
“Well, I’m certainly up for it. Or I will be if you give me some time.” Then he turns to me and says, “You are amazing.”
I pull his mouth to mine and say, “I think you’re the amazing one.”
We lie together for a time when he says, “Let’s shower together.”
“Yeah.”
It’s a large shower, big enough for both of us. He gently washes me everywhere, and I mean everywhere. My face burns with embarrassment when he moves between my legs. I don’t know why. The man’s face was buried there a little while ago, for Pete’s sake, and I watched him do it. Then he washes himself and shampoos my hair.
While he’s doing this, I notice his dick has come back to life, so I decide to make good on my offer of dessert. I only hope I can please him. I’ve never sucked off a man, other than what I did to him last night, and I don’t want to look like an idiot. So I stand before him and wrap my hand around his cock.
“I think it’s time for your dessert.”
His brows shoot up. “You sure?”
“Only if you guide me. You’re my first.”
A huge grin spreads across his face. “I’ll be happy to.”
He tells me about the tongue, teeth, and sucking stuff, so I take his dick in my mouth and go to town. A few times he tells me either to go harder or softer. But eventually he taps me on the head a few times. When he comes in my mouth, it’s a little shocking. I can’t say I’m in love with the stuff, but it isn’t the end of the world either.
I stand and say, “Well, it definitely doesn’t taste like chicken.”
He laughs and says, “That’s why I tapped you on the head. That’s the signal.”
“What signal?”
“To stop so I can pull out. You know, so I don’t come in your mouth.”
“Hmm. Didn’t know there was such a thing.”
“Are you okay?”
“Well yeah. It wasn’t like eating a hot fudge sundae or anything, but it wasn’t liver either.”
“Jesus, Carter, you’re a freak.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He grabs me and kisses me. “And to think you swallowed.”
“Who knew?”
He laughs. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something.”
“Kestrel, I liked it. I liked making you feel good. It’s a huge turn on. When I see and hear you come, it’s the sexiest thing ever. And the next time I suck you off, I’ll swallow then, too.”
“Jesus, Carter. Don’t say shit like that or you’ll have to do it again.”
We walk out of the shower and he wraps me in a fluffy towel.
As he twists my hair in another, I say, “I have a hair appointment at one today.”
“Do you now?”
“Uh huh. I’m going to get it cut and straightened.”
“Can I come with you?”
“You want to?” I would think a man would hate that.
“Sure.”
“Okay. But won’t you be bored?”
“No. I’ll be with you.”
While we’re talking, he rubs lotion all over my body.
“You’re very kind to me.”
He’s crouched down, putting lotion on my legs. He looks up at me and says, “Carter, I’m not a kind person.”
I choose to ignore this statement. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes as green as yours. They glitter like emeralds. Not that I’ve seen many, but my mother used to have a pair of emerald earrings and they remind me of them.”
He squeezes his lids shut and bows his head. “I’m an ass to most people.”
“Yeah. Uh huh.”
He finishes moisturizing me, stands, and says, “Let’s get you dressed, then. And I need to feed you. I was terrible to you last night. I deprived you of the dinner I promised you and here I am not feeding you breakfast.”
The only clothes I have are what I wore the night before. He realizes this, too. He rummages through his drawer and hands me a sweater. It’s hunter green, bulky, and soft. I put it on and it hits my thighs. I pull my jeans on, sans underwear.
He smiles. I melt. “Perfect.”
“My hair. I need to get the tangles out and braid it.”
“Oh, sorry.”
He hands me a brush. This is going to take forever.
“Do you have a wide-toothed comb?”
“No. Sorry.”
I twist it in a bun instead. “I’ll never get the knots out with a brush. Now I’m ready.”
We head to a restaurant a few blocks away and Kestrel orders enough food for the entire county.
Shaking my head when it arrives, I say, “Dude, I’m hungry, but this gives new meaning to a lot of food.”
“Too much?”
“Omelets, pancakes, hash browns, grits, biscuits, gravy, and bacon? Yeah, I’d say way too much.”
“I guess I was starved.”
While he eats, I can’t help but stare at his ink. It’s so unique and intricate that before I know what I’m doing, a finger is tracing one of his designs. I’m so engrossed in it I don’t even realize he’s smiling at me.
“Wow. This is quite a dragon. And the spear through the heart.”
“It’s actually a trident.”
The sound of his voice is haunting. I look up and his eyes penetrate my soul. What happened here? My finger is still touching him so I take my hand and move it to his.
“What does it mean?”
He sets his fork down gently.
“Carter, it’s a long, terrifying, and ugly story. I don’t want to sully your purity with it.”
Wow. What a profound thing to say. Whatever that dragon is about must be horrid.
“I’m sorry something so awful has touched you that way, but about my purity, I’m not so sure.”
“I know you hate pet names, but sweetheart, trust me, you’re as pure as freshly fallen snow. And that’s not a bad thing.”
He makes me smile. “Sweetheart is a term of endearment, not a pet name. But I’m not pure, Kestrel.”
“Yes, you are. There are people who walk this earth, people who you can’t imagine how cruel and vile they are. You, Carter, are sweet, and kind. When I look at you I see an angel sitting before me.”
“Don’t say that. I’m no better than anyone else.”
“You can’t understand. But let’s talk about something else. Tonight. You’re still planning to come with me, aren’t you?”
“Of course.”
He smiles. “Good.”
The waitress interrupts us to clear the table.
As we walk back to his place he says something to me t
hat I’m not sure how to take.
“Carter, I was so wrong about you.”
“How’s that?”
“Remember the day we met and you asked me if you weren’t good enough and I said you weren’t bad enough?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“I don’t want you to be bad.” He stops and turns me to face him. “I need good in my life. I need an angel, a human angel, like you. I’m sick of all the bad.” Then he kisses me. We’re in the middle of King Street and people are everywhere, having to move around the obstacle we’ve created. But Kestrel doesn’t give a damn. He ends it as quickly as he started it and I’m walking with him, stunned by his comment.
“Kestrel?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you tell me your story someday?”
“Yeah. But it may be a while.”
“Okay.” I wrap my arm around his waist as we walk. “Do me a favor though.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t hurt me. I’m sort of fragile and I don’t think I can deal with that.”
“Same here, Carter.”
“Do me another favor, please.”
“Sure.”
“Whatever you do, don’t let me fall in love with you.”
He stops walking. “Why’s that?”
“Because someone always loses in love.”
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