Troublemaker (Goode Boys Book 1)

by Sean Ashcroft

  I licked my lips, warm arousal trickling down to my belly.

  Get a grip.

  Apparently all Carter had to do to turn me on was exist, which was incredibly unfair. But I’d had a taste now.

  Literally.

  And I couldn’t get him out of my head. This was so much worse than when I was a teenager because I knew now that I liked having sex with him and I wanted to do it again.

  Normally, I didn’t worry about this kind of thing. If I was into someone, I just told them so, and took either acceptance or rejection as it came, had a little fun—or found someone else—and then moved on.

  This was different and I couldn’t even have said why. I didn’t understand it.

  All I knew was that I was staring at Carter’s ass with my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth.

  “Did you have a good time?” I asked, forcing myself to sit up on the couch.

  Carter turned to me, face thrown into dramatic shadow and light by the newly-revived flames in the fireplace. “It was… enlightening. Good. Not exactly fun, but…”

  “Cathartic?”

  Carter smiled at me. “Good word, yeah,” he said, and then yawned widely, covering his mouth belatedly and showing off the cute little points of his canines in the process. “I am so tired,” he added, collapsing onto the couch beside me, the back of his hand brushing against mine.

  When he didn’t move it after a few seconds, I gathered up all my courage and curled my fingers around it, looking down at the contrast between us, Carter’s soft, manicured hands and the chipping black polish on my bitten-short nails, gnarly fingers covered in nicks and scars and ink, too.

  I joked sometimes that I got ink on my hands often enough that I never had to worry about the tattoos there fading. Even now there was a stubborn spot of blue-black on my index finger that’d soaked into the hard skin of the callus there that I couldn’t really scrub off without taking half my skin with it.

  Carter, in comparison, was so fucking neat that I felt like I was making a mess of him just by sharing space.

  “Did he tell you he has a boyfriend?” Carter asked, shifting his weight as he stared into the fire.

  “Yeah. That was what I wanted him to tell you. Figured all he needed was a nudge.”

  Carter huffed softly, shifting again, hesitating, and then letting his head fall onto my shoulder.

  My breath caught in my chest. I didn’t want to breathe too hard in case I scared him away, in case this stopped.

  This? This was exactly like seeing that deer in the woods.

  “Thank you,” Carter said, sighing and then relaxing against me, letting me take more of his weight.

  I hadn’t been sure where we stood when he left, except for the vague impression that he maybe wanted more.

  That impression wasn’t so vague now.

  “For?” I asked, shifting as well, turning my shoulders so he had more space to lean against me, squeezing his fingers to let him know it was okay.

  “Everything, I guess.” Carter laughed softly. “Coming here with me. Forcing me to stand up to my mom for once in my life. Helping me get closer to my dad.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said, pausing, and then kissing the top of his head. If that wasn’t what he wanted, he could ask me to stop, but I got the feeling it was.

  Carter wasn’t the most assertive man in the world, for all that his crisp shirts might’ve fooled people into thinking he was.

  “Can I touch your sweater?” I asked, remembering how badly I’d wanted to earlier.

  “Uh. Sure? Why?”

  “Soft,” I explained, reaching out to run my fingers over the fabric. I would’ve liked it anyway, but I liked it even more because Carter was wearing it, because when I touched it I couldn’t help touching him.

  Carter laughed again, warm and happy, leaning into my hand, encouraging me.

  “I guess I’m buying sweaters for softness now,” Carter murmured, and when I met his eyes the gray had been almost swallowed up by the black, his lips gently parted.

  He was so cute when he was turned on.

  How did people not see that? How could they possibly have the chance to see him like this and not want to make him the happiest, most sexually satisfied man in the world?

  “You’re allowed to kiss me, remember?”

  “I remember,” Carter said. “Just working up the courage.”

  I smiled at him, moving again and encouraging him to come with me so we were taking up the length of the couch, Carter lying half on top of me, tucked between my body and the back cushions.

  I was starting to understand why it was so huge.

  Carter kept looking at me, like he could hardly believe I was real, and despite wanting him to be comfortable, I liked that. No one had ever been in awe of me like he was.

  His hair was still impossibly soft when I reached out to stroke it, happy to give him all the time in the world but wanting to reassure him, wanting more contact for myself.

  “I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep that up,” he murmured, eyes already falling closed.

  “That’s fine.” I smiled at him. “I’ll have the bed all to myself.”

  “Do you want that? Because I really can sleep here.”

  “No,” I said, twirling a loose curl around my finger and watching it spring back into shape once I let go. “Much rather share the bed with you.”

  I wasn’t sure how to bring up the fact that I’d gone out and gotten the necessary supplies to experiment, if he wanted to. It hadn’t occurred to me to pack them, but now that I knew there was a chance of getting laid…

  Couldn’t hurt to make like a boy scout and be prepared.

  Carter’s eyes opened again, so warm and hopeful.

  I leaned in, nudging his nose with my own, bringing my lips close to his, so close, but I wasn’t going to kiss him unless he kissed me first.

  This had to be on Carter’s terms, at his pace. He’d never had that before, he deserved to have it now.

  Finally, finally, my stomach swooped as he brushed his lips over mine, tentative at first, testing with a sweet, chaste kiss that made me feel fifteen again, the kind of kiss I’d always imagined sharing with him.

  Only he’d been the confident one, and I’d been new and trembling under him, and we were definitely doing this the other way around now.

  Carter pressed harder on the next one, open-mouthed and insistent, the trace of a breath mint in his mouth, and a little thrill of excitement rippled through me at the thought that he’d planned this, he’d come back fully intending to kiss me, or he wouldn’t have bothered with the mint.

  Cute.

  “You’re adorable,” I murmured between kisses, gasping as his fingers ran down my side, tickling my ribs on the way to the hem of my sweater.

  “I am?” Carter asked, fingers sneaking under my clothes to catch on bare skin, gentle touches that sent sparks of need bouncing around my gut.

  “You are,” I said. “So cute.”

  Carter grinned at me, lit up with happiness and excitement, and slid the rest of his warm hand along my skin, splaying his fingers wide, stroking as if he was tracing the lines of my tattoos.

  Everyone did that, and it never got old. My body was exactly how I wanted it right now, and I loved having it appreciated.

  He kissed me again, open-mouthed, tongue flicking at my lower lip, a giddy rush of heat flowing south. Shy as he was, it was so obvious he wanted me that I couldn’t help rolling around in it.

  “I have lube and condoms,” I said. “Y’know, if you wanna…”

  I could’ve phrased that more gently, probably should have phrased it more gently, but I wanted him to know that I was open to anything, whatever he wanted.

  Carter pulled back, eyes flicking back and forth over my face.

  “You could fuck me,” I said, brushing my thumb over his lower lip. “But no pressure.”

  Carter swallowed. “You’d have to show me how,” he said, voice rough and low, syllables c
urling around the pit of my stomach.

  I kissed him this time, sure now that it was what he wanted, nipping at that same tempting lower lip I couldn’t get enough of.

  “In a minute,” I murmured against his mouth. “I’m not giving up my chance to make out with you that fast.”

  I hummed happily into Carter’s mouth as he kissed me again, getting bold now that we were snuggled up under the sheets, naked, skin brushing against skin, the two of us getting used to how we felt against each other.

  Somehow, out of his clothes, he was less shy than he had been. Maybe because I hadn’t stopped staring at him while he undressed, low, happy sounds escaping me every time he peeled off another layer, the urge to touch overwhelming me more often than not.

  Carter had a beautiful body, and I think he was surprised to realize I thought so. He didn’t have to be covered in tattoos to be sexy.

  … not that it would’ve hurt.

  “I like kissing you,” he confessed softly, a smile playing around his lips, hands roaming over my skin, stroking up and down my side.

  “Feeling’s mutual,” I said, grabbing the lube and shuffling closer to him, flicking the cap open.

  Carter gasped as I poured it into his hand, staring down between us as I coated his fingers, working it between both of our hands to warm it up. If I was getting what I’d wanted for so long, I planned on enjoying it. Warm lube, slow prep, more kisses. All the things I liked.

  Shifting positions, I threw one knee over Carter’s hip to give him space to work, resting my head against his shoulder so I could look down between us and watch.

  “No rush,” I promised him. “Take your time. I love this part.”

  I barely stopped myself from squirming as Carter’s fingers glided over me, breath hitching as he found what he was looking for.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged, biting my lip as Carter explored, tingles of pleasure bouncing over my skin at his curious, gentle touch.

  Carter kissed me again, fingers pressing harder now, confidence building, and my breath hitched as he pushed one in, gentle and patient, just like I’d imagined he would be.

  Heat flooded my stomach, anticipation making my muscles tense.

  “Not so bad, huh?” I asked, taking in his wide eyes and parted lips, the irresistible pull of discovery written all over his face.

  The way he looked at me was way, way hotter than having his fingers in my ass.

  I clenched around him, barely holding back a smirk as his eyes widened, realization dawning over him.

  “It feels so good.” I grinned at him. The look on his face told me he was figuring that out for himself.

  He took his time, just like I’d said, easy and slow, careful, but he was getting more and more confident as I gasped and writhed, teasing me now that he was getting the hang of this, learning to read my body.

  Swooping in for another kiss, I pulled him half on top of me, raising my hips so he could get his fingers in further, meeting his thrusts as he worked them back and forth, panting with need by now. I was more than ready, but I’d promised not to rush him, and I wouldn’t.

  “You’re enjoying this,” Carter said, still surprised.

  Adorable.

  “Wouldn’t let you do it if I didn’t,” I said, clenching around his fingers again, watching his eyes darken with lust.

  Carter shifted, lifting himself up so he was leaning over me, freeing his other hand to go exploring.

  Right for the tattoos, just like I expected. Sighing as he traced the curve of my anchor, tickling sensitive skin, I settled in to enjoy myself while Carter inspected my body inch by inch. Laughter welled up in my throat as he touched me, hips still rocking, tight, hot arousal building in the pit of my stomach.

  This was good. This was really good, better than I was used to. The way Carter’s eyes danced as he looked at me made me want to squirm under his hands, beg for more, roll around in skin-to-skin contact for hours.

  I wasn’t in any hurry to get off. All I wanted was to be with him. Here, in bed, happy and comfortable and letting him take things at his own pace for as long as he wanted.

  Carter kissed me again, then pulled back to look me in the eyes. I must’ve had lust and need written all over my face, lips parted and bitten, chest heaving for breath.

  “I really like this,” he said, clearly surprised.

  “Me too,” I responded, pulling him down again, licking my way into his mouth, gasping as he curled his fingers around my cock, two quick strokes before his hand wandered away again, back to charting out my skin like it was the here be monsters part of an old sailor’s map.

  We kissed and touched for what felt like hours, my whole body coiled tight with need until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I know I promised not to rush you…” I said, licking my lips, looking up pleadingly into his eyes.

  He’d moved on top of me now, settled between my knees, one drawn over his hip.

  “You’re ready?” Carter asked, fingers inside me pausing.

  “Do I not feel—” I paused. Oh. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t know…”

  Carter raised an eyebrow, but some of the effect was lost in the undisguised lust written all over his face.

  I laughed as he pulled his fingers out, rolling over onto my stomach, grabbing a pillow to make myself comfortable on.

  I hummed happily as the warmth of Carter’s body covered me, squirming against the sheets. His cock brushed the crease of my ass, hot and thick, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

  “Go slow,” I murmured as he lined himself up, spreading my knees a little further apart for him. “At first. I’ll tell you if you need to stop. Gimme a sec when you’re all the way in.”

  “I’ve had sex before,” Carter said, one hand splayed over my shoulder, the other gripping one ass cheek, pushing it out of the way.

  Laughter tickled the back of my throat. I didn’t need to see Carter to imagine the look on his face, lust and indignance fighting over his features.

  “I’m okay with it if you don’t want to be a nervous virgin anymore,” I teased. “Show me everything you’ve got.”

  Carter snorted, some of the tension I could feel in his body easing off, pausing for a moment and then pressing his cock up against me.

  I hugged the pillow I’d grabbed tighter as he pushed inside, biting my lip to stifle a gasp, fingers clenching hard. This, this was the best part, that first slow slide toward fullness, like sinking into a hot bath after a long day.

  Carter’s hand swept up my back to my shoulder, thumb resting on the back of my neck, a tiny sound of effort between harsh, ragged breaths as he rocked his hips, easing himself in an inch at a time until we were pressed up against each other, as close as we could be in this position.

  And then he stilled, panting softly as my toes curled, wriggling under him to get the tiniest bit more comfortable.

  “Okay?” Carter asked, voice half an octave lower than usual.

  I laughed, burying my face in the pillow under me and barely resisting the urge to tighten around him, stomach muscles tensing involuntarily against the perfect fullness of his cock inside me.

  “I’m so happy,” I murmured into the pillow. What was the point in pretending I wasn’t having the time of my life right now?

  “That good, huh?” Carter asked, his voice catching, lust-rough and gorgeous. I wanted to hear him like this all the time.

  “We’ll see.” I wriggled again, a silent hint that he could fuck me if he wanted, if he was ever planning on doing that.

  With Carter, it was hard to tell. In some ways he was so put-together, but in others…

  I gasped before I could finish the thought, the first slow roll of Carter’s hips making a sparkle of sunshine bounce down my spine.

  “Just like that,” I encouraged, crooking one knee to give him a little more space, insides clenching as he slipped that much further into me.

  My eyes fell closed as he took just like that to heart, building a
slow rhythm, testing and exploring just like he had with his hands. Fast learner.

  Good, because I had a whole lot to teach him.

  I hummed as he kissed my neck, laughing into the pillow at the sudden show of affection, breath hitching as his angle changed and he nudged a sensitive spot. Carter made a soft, interested noise and tried it again, my whole body tensing around him, a tiny, excited giggle escaping him.

  “Doing great,” I managed, too busy enjoying myself to remember I was supposed to be encouraging him.

  Carter laughed, genuine, happy laughter that vibrated against my skin, his hands kneading and exploring, fingers tracing the outlines of tattoos, then digging deep into my flesh as he sped up, breath catching in his throat, want written in every stroke.

  He wanted me, and it felt so good.

  We both fell quiet, rolling around in the joy of each other’s bodies, shared gasps and sighs and the shifting bedframe beneath us the only sound in the room, the whole world narrowed down to the places where our skin was touching. Every little sound of pleasure that spilled from Carter’s lips rippled its way to the pit of my stomach, tension building there, thighs tight with need.

  “Harder,” I gasped into my pillow, and Carter didn’t waste a second giving me what I wanted, shifting up to mount me higher, the new angle making me squirm all over again.

  Carter’s fingers hovered near my hip, sweeping strokes teasing the sensitive skin of my belly, back and forth, back and forth, inching closer to my needy, leaking cock, but not touching. Teasing.

  Who taught him to tease? What happened to my nervous virgin who didn’t know what he was doing?

  I opened my mouth to demand more, tell him to touch me, but he was a step ahead, wrapping surprisingly confident fingers around my cock, slick with precome, and stroking me in time with his thrusts, leaving me to melt into the mattress and take it.

  Carter sped up again, and I didn’t need a whole lot more now. Neither did he, judging by the tension in his strokes, the way his hips jerked, knocking the air out of my lungs and barely giving me a chance to recover between them now, leaving me a panting, gasping mess as he fucked harder, and harder, racing toward the finish.