“Naughty boy…” Grant didn’t look upset, though. He rolled away long enough to sit up and tug his shirt off. Then, leaning back, he gave Carter a wicked look and ran his hands down his chest to flick the button on his pants. Dragging the zipper down, he had Carter’s mouth watering as he slowly opened it.
By the time everything was off, Carter was tired of waiting. He wanted Grant naked right then. Even Carter’s cock, which should have still been spent, was trying to come to attention again. Grant’s boxer briefs hid more of his body than Carter would have preferred, but they outlined his cock beautifully.
It was long and thick, well-proportioned for his body but not overly large. Carter was all for a nice-sized dick, but there could be too much of a good thing. Finally coming to his limit, Carter reached out and helped Grant along.
Grant laughed and shook his head as Carter pulled down his last remaining clothing. Carter couldn’t resist touching Grant once his body was finally bared. He figured he’d been patient long enough. Grant didn’t argue, he just stretched out and let Carter explore.
Running his hands down Grant’s chest, Carter felt the muscles ripple under the smooth skin. The only hair he had was a small treasure trail leading down to a trimmed bush around his cock. Letting his fingers wander down through the hair, he circled Grant’s straining erection, not letting his hands touch it yet. Grant had teased him before and Carter wanted to return the favor.
At least until his patience gave out.
Grant’s cock jerked and bobbed as Carter’s hands caressed the sensitive skin around his groin. Making low sounds of pleasure, Grant was still as Carter’s hands stroked closer and closer before moving away to run down his legs. Grant’s moans took on a frustrated, demanding tone as Carter went farther from where he wanted to be touched.
But Grant never demanded Carter touch him and never made a move to direct what Carter should do. He was patient and seemed to have endless control as Carter eased Grant’s legs apart so he could climb in between them.
Seeing his sexy lover spread out on display had Carter’s hands sliding back up Grant’s legs. Teasing was fun, but he was ready for more. Even his own cock was half-hard with desire again. Kneeling up, Carter moved his hands off Grant just long enough to push his panties all the way down before reaching up and stripping off the rest of his clothes.
Grant’s hungry eyes watched him, and Carter knew it wouldn’t be long before his Dom took control again. Settling back down on the bed, Carter brought his hands back to Grant’s firm thighs. Grant’s cock was damp with precum by the time Carter’s fingers wrapped around the aroused length.
Grant growled and Carter could see his entire body tense. Even his Dom’s cock pulsed in Carter’s hand, demanding more. Slowly jerking him off, Carter stared intently as his hand moved up and down. Before he could even bring his other hand up to play with Grant’s balls, his Dom spoke.
“I need to know how much more you want, pretty.” Low and filled with desire, Grant’s words sent a flood of naughty images through Carter’s imagination.
Tightening his grip, Carter’s remaining fears had scattered, and he knew what he wanted. “Everything.”
In that moment, he wanted it all with Grant. He wanted to feel his lover stretched out over him, covering him with his body. Carter wanted to feel Grant inside him, taking him higher and filling him. He wanted to feel Grant pressed against him, kissing him and tasting him.
He needed everything his Dom had to give.
Taking him at his word, Grant seized control. One moment, he was still letting Carter set the pace and the next, he had Carter on his back looking up at the sexy man pinning him down with his desire and strength. Carter’s breath caught in his throat, his cock jumping that final leap from half-hard to fully aroused.
Grant couldn’t miss the excitement that surged through Carter at the sudden role reversal. Grant might be sweet and tender, but Carter could see the erotic need and desire flooding him. It made Carter ache, and he wanted more. He wasn’t sure he was supposed to ask, though.
Was he supposed to wait and take what Grant would give him, or was the game something else? There were so many questions he should have asked, but jumping in with both feet seemed like a better idea. Grant had to have seen the questions running through Carter’s mind because he gave him a soft smile and leaned in.
Pressing the softest kiss to Carter’s lips, Grant tasted him and soothed ragged nerves Carter hadn’t even been aware of. Melting into Grant’s arms, Carter let his hands wrap around his lover to feel the straining muscles of his back. Grant’s body was strong and broad. Carter loved every inch of it.
Trying to thrust his hips up, Carter could barely move, Grant was pressed so fully against him. As much as he wanted to be able to move and rub his cock against Grant, Carter loved the feeling of being pinned down. He’d never trusted a lover enough to let them restrain him, but suddenly all he could picture was being tied to the bed.
Grant pulled back and looked down at him with a more commanding expression than Carter had seen on his lover before. “What were you thinking, pretty? What naughty things went through your mind?”
Knowing he could trust Grant, Carter fought the instinctive need to hide what he was thinking and pushed out the truth. It felt like trying to work his way through quicksand, but he eventually got it out. “I like feeling you this way. Having you pinning me down like this. I was picturing you tying me to the bed.”
“I would love to tie you up, pretty.” Grant pressed a quicker, hotter kiss to Carter’s mouth before pulling back. “There are so many things I could do to you. I’d stretch you out to the corners of the bed and then lick you all over.”
Grant shifted, moving to bring Carter’s arms over his head. “I could restrain you like this. Then I could flip you over and make you scream with pleasure. I could spank you again, then take you while you writhed for me.”
Carter could hardly breathe.
Fire licked through him as he listened to Grant’s fantasies. It was like his lover could read his mind. Chewing on his lips and trying not to pull against Grant, it was all he could do not to beg for it right then. Nodding, Carter felt his hips thrust up, and he knew needy sounds were spilling from his lips but he couldn’t stop them.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Grant looked at him like Carter was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen.
Carter wasn’t sure how to respond. His brain wasn’t working. But even without desire frying his brain, he wouldn’t have known what to say. Grant made him feel beautiful. Carter felt comfortable in his own skin. He wore what made him happy, but Grant looked at him like he was perfect.
It was scary and wonderful and everything in between.
No one had ever looked at him like that. It made Carter fight to hold back irrational things that shouldn’t be said yet. Things that he couldn’t be feeling so early in their relationship. Not having the words to respond, Carter lifted his head and poured out his emotions in a long, deep kiss.
Grant turned the passion and emotion around and took his mouth. Commanding and thorough, it felt like he was dragging the feelings out of Carter. Like he wanted everything Carter had to give him. Too soon—too much—it didn’t matter to Grant.
When he finally released Carter’s mouth, Grant had them both desperate and needy. Carter could feel Grant’s arousal pressed hard against his legs, and all he wanted was for Grant to slip inside him. For Grant to take him and send them both into orbit with pleasure.
There was no doubt in Carter’s mind that it would be incredible between them. When Grant leaned close and started kissing his way down Carter’s chest, he thought he would lose his mind. The warm heat from his soft lips, the flick of his tongue as he traced unseen patterns in Carter’s skin, the heavy press of Grant’s cock against his leg all combined to have him begging for more.
Grant’s low chuckle rippled across Carter’s skin as his mouth inched closer to Carter’s straining cock. Trailing his tongue alon
g the edge of Carter’s leg where it met his groin, Grant made him writhe and plead.
When Grant bypassed his cock completely to kiss lower and lick his balls, Carter wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell. As Grant pushed his legs open and settled in to lick the seam that ran down Carter’s sac, he knew it was both. The first touch of Grant’s tongue on Carter’s tight hole had him nearly coming off the bed. The only thing that kept him down was Grant’s tight grip pinning his hips to the mattress.
Whining and begging, Carter pleaded for more, but he couldn’t have said exactly what he wanted. All he knew was that it wasn’t enough. The light flick of Grant’s tongue as it circled his hole just made the need to be filled worse.
When Grant’s tongue finally breached him, Carter’s tone took on a demanding, desperate edge Grant seemed to love. Looking down at his Dom stretched out between his legs, Carter could see the wicked pleasure that radiated from Grant’s eyes as Carter’s need grew. The more frantic Carter got, the more Grant loved it.
He was like an old-fashioned rogue ravishing the maiden in the love stories that Carter would never have admitted he’d read. Wicked and devilish but sweet and careful, it was a combination Carter loved and knew he’d never get enough of.
When Carter’s begging turned into a mess of jumbled words and sounds, Grant finally took pity on him. Rising up, his eyes showed just how much he wanted Carter, even if the heavy arousal standing out from his body could have been missed.
It took Carter a minute to understand what Grant was saying, but finally the words made sense. “Supplies? Pretty, do you have any?”
Nodding clumsily, Carter looked toward the nightstand. Grant had been on the forefront of his mind when he’d been running errands the other day. Carter had come home with some items he hadn’t intended to purchase. They were going to come in handy sooner than he’d expected.
Grant made quick work of reaching over and getting out the condom and lube. Carter was glad Grant didn’t ask him to help, because he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to make his hands work enough to get the condom on Grant. Luckily, Grant didn’t seem to have the same problem. He was confident and sure as he rolled it down his cock, then lubed up two fingers.
Carter was already well-prepared from Grant’s teasing and thorough tasting, so Grant’s first finger slid in with only the slightest resistance, sinking deep. Gently sweeping his finger back and forth, Grant grinned as he found what he was searching for.
Starting to shake as Grant lightly caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves, Carter pressed down, demanding more. Grant’s wicked chuckle sent shivers down Carter’s back. He pulled out, and when he pushed back in Carter felt the delicious burn of two fingers filling him.
Gently stretching the tight ring of muscles, Grant enjoyed making Carter squirm and beg. The sweet burn was just enough to make him need more, but not enough to fill him. Perfection was just out of his reach, no matter how he pleaded.
Fire and pleasure danced in Grant’s eyes as he watched. Carter loved the way it made him feel, like he was being chased by some fierce predator. But in this case, he couldn’t wait to be caught. He was begging to be taken, but the beast wasn’t done playing with him yet.
Carter was stretched and ready long before Grant moved to take him. Laying out over Carter, Grant finally slid his fingers from Carter’s body. Even through the empty feeling, all Carter knew was relief.
The wait was finally over.
Slowly entering him, Grant was so careful it made Carter crazy. Every demand for more was met with that iron control that made Carter want to completely unravel. It was sexy and perfect. No matter how he cried out for more, Grant would make him wait until he was ready. It was even better than the spanking.
Not having to worry about what he said or how he had to behave was an incredible release.
It was freeing and unlike any sexual experience he’d ever had. No decisions. No fear of what Grant would think. No overthinking about being masculine enough. No worries that Grant would rush through. Just slow perfection and an honest desire that he’d never experienced with anyone before.
At some point, Grant must have realized Carter was hovering on the edge of insanity because his pace increased and every deep thrust was suddenly more intense. When Carter couldn’t hold his legs up any longer, Grant’s arms were there, looped under his knees.
The new position not only allowed Carter to let go even deeper, but it made Grant’s cock rub over his prostate with every thrust. The constant caress against the sensitive bundle of nerves made the shaking even worse, and gray started hazing the edge of Carter’s vision.
Almost trapped beneath Grant, with the pleasure radiating through him, Carter lost control. One minute he was riding the waves of sensation and the next he exploded. His orgasm burst through him like a tsunami of desire. Clenching around Grant’s thick cock as he continued to thrust, Carter watched as Grant finally lost his iron control.
A low growl radiated out from deep in Grant’s chest and his smooth rhythm faltered as his body tightened and bowed. Maybe it was the intimacy, maybe it was the feeling of Grant’s body jerking in his, but it kept the pleasure rushing through Carter until he was almost floating.
It was almost like he wasn’t actually in his body. It would have frightened him if it weren’t for Grant. No matter what, Carter knew Grant would keep him safe. His Dom wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
When the world returned to normal, Grant was wrapped around him on the bed, condom gone. His eyes were warm and filled with emotion. “There you are.”
Carter just rolled closer and tucked his face against Grant’s chest. “Stay.”
“You’d have to shove me out the door, pretty. I’m not going anywhere.” Low and soft, Grant’s words were probably responding to Carter’s demand, but Carter thought he heard something else. Somewhere between the words, the emotions made it sound like Grant was talking about so much more.
Closing his eyes, Carter felt the pull of sleep winning. It didn’t matter what Grant really meant, there was only one response. “Yes. Mine.”
The sound of soft laughter might have chased him into his dreams, but the world was gone before he knew for sure.
Chapter 12
Grant
Waking up to the warmth of Carter’s body pressed against him, Grant couldn’t imagine a better way to start the day. It made it easier to see why Garrett wanted to live with Wyatt so soon. Tightening his arms around Carter, Grant pulled him closer, loving the way his sexy man pressed his face into Grant’s chest. Waking up like this every morning would be something he could get used to.
Rubbing his face against the muscled skin, Carter settled in, ready to sink back into sleep. He had to agree that it sounded like a better idea than getting up, but unfortunately, as much as Grant wanted to, he couldn’t sleep all day. Going in late was one thing, but he hadn’t planned on taking the day off, and he had meetings that couldn’t be rescheduled.
Pressing a kiss to the top of Carter’s head, Grant ran his finger down his pretty’s back, loving the way he squirmed and scrunched up his face. Mumbling something about morning people that sounded ruder than what would usually come out of his mouth, Carter wrapped one arm around Grant. Grant heard his breathing even out again, and he knew Carter was almost asleep. He hated having to leave, but Carter would understand.
With feather-light caresses, Grant teased the top of Carter’s ass, letting his fingers trail down slowly. “I have to go, pretty.”
“No work. More that.” Pushing his ass back into Grant’s hand, Carter rubbed his cheek against Grant’s chest again. Grant thought he felt a little tongue caressing the skin around his nipple, making the bud tighten and his whole body tense in anticipation.
His sub was a firecracker when he was awake, but evidently, he wasn’t much of a morning person—unless it involved sex. Then Grant expected his man to be a little more forgiving. He thought it was cute, although he was smart enough to realize Carter m
ight not appreciate being told that.
Sliding his hand over a little, Grant gave one cheek a squeeze. “Don’t you want to have breakfast with me before I have to go?”
Carter moaned and twitched. He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to press harder into Grant’s hand or if it was too much. “Are you sore, pretty?”
He’d tried to be careful, but Carter was so new it would take time to learn his limits. His bottom didn’t look red, but Grant couldn’t be sure from that angle. He’d have to get a good look once they got up.
Carter shook his head, though, and peeked up at Grant through almost-closed lids. “Not like you mean. I can feel it, though, and it’s…not bad but not good, it’s…” He shrugged, not sure what to say.
“You’re going to remember it today. Do you know how erotic that is? How much I like knowing you’ll continually think about what we did last night? Remember that you’re mine every time you sit down?” Grant knew he could be a little possessive, but he loved that Carter would think about being bent over his lap all day.
Every time Carter sat or leaned over, the scene would come to his mind. He’d recall how it felt to lay over Grant’s lap, exposed and needy. He’d think about being touched and spanked, the memories making him hard and ready.
Carter didn’t even blush. He just shook his head at Grant’s words, but the grin let Grant know that he didn’t mind. The little reminders of what they’d done, and hopefully of how Grant felt about him, would follow Carter. It wasn’t as permanent as a collar or other symbol of their relationship, but it was a step in that direction.
They weren’t at that point. Grant understood it would take time before Carter would be comfortable with a symbol of their commitment, but he also knew he’d be finding subtle and more obvious ways to show it. There were a thousand ways to make sure Carter knew how much he was wanted. Grant was looking forward to trying each of them out.
“You like that.” Carter was enjoying the sensation, but seemed to find Grant’s reaction funny.
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