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“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered.

Chapter 16

Jane

Carter raised his head from where he’d been sucking on my neck, his blue eyes glowing. A surge of wetness soaked my underwear.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I’d never been so sure of anything in my life. My body ached from needing him. My skin was hot, tight, desperate for his attention.

It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, but no one had ever made me feel like this. Carter’s desire was feeding my own. I wound my fingers through his and pulled him with me as I stood, leading him up the stairs.

Doubt picked away at me, but I refused to give in. I wanted this, wanted him. A summer fling with an end date was exactly what I needed right now. I didn’t have time to invest in a serious relationship.

I stopped when we reached the upper landing: My room or his? I wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him into my sanctuary yet, but it felt presumptuous to lead him to his own room.

Carter nudged me toward his door, freeing me from making that choice. I twisted it open and shivered when he put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into the room before closing and locking the door behind me. “In case Ethan comes home.”

I turned and pushed him against the door, yanking at his top to get it off. “He won’t. He’s spending the night at Sarah’s, then leaves in the morning for a ball tournament. We have the house to ourselves all weekend.”

Carter tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside as I traced his pecs and abs. Each stroke made me more confident, and I wanted to feel him everywhere. The wall of warm male flesh in front of me made my sex clench so hard it was almost painful. I was desperate to be filled, my body used the way I intended to use his.

My hands trembled as I wrenched open the button of his jeans, shoving them down. As they fell to the floor, I dropped to my knees in front of his straining cock. The boxer briefs he wore barely held him, with the tip of his erection poking out of the waistband. I wrapped my hand around him through the well-worn cotton, absorbing his heat. Wetness pooled between my legs as he surged against my palm. I wanted to taste him, feel him against my tongue.

Carter stared down at me, his eyes hooded and heavy with desire. “You don’t have to do this.”

His blatant need made me feel incredibly powerful. “I want to.”

It was the truth. For the first time, this was something I wanted to give him, but it was more for me than for him. I watched as his head fell back against the door as he braced himself for whatever I wanted to give.

The throb between my legs was constant now, my own need raging as I focused on taking what I wanted from him. I was still fully clothed, and all I wanted was to shove my hand into my leggings to ease the ache.

With exquisite slowness, I gently eased his briefs down, dragging my fingertips over the hardness of his hips, tracing the thick muscles in his thighs, noticing but not dwelling on the crisscross network of scars covering his body. He could tell me more about the accident later. Tonight, I wanted to make both of us feel nothing but pleasure.

Once his underwear was gone and his cock stood out proudly, I stopped to admire all of him. He was truly an amazing specimen of masculinity. Baseball kept him fit, all muscle without an ounce of extra fat. His cock matched the rest of him. Long and thick, jutting out from a trim nest of brown curls. Precum beaded and glistened at the tip. I snaked out my tongue, flicking it over the tip and savouring his taste.

That salty taste tripped the last of my self-control, and I leaned in greedily, inhaling his musky scent as I rubbed my cheek up and down his shaft. His groan spurred me on, and I took the head of his cock in my mouth, my tongue going soft as his length pressed forward. His body came away from the door, and his hands held my shoulders for better leverage. He was careful not to take control, and the power I felt gave me a thrill.

I gripped his legs and felt his muscles tremble as he tried to hold back as I explored every inch of him. He was shaking with the effort of holding back when I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and urged him forward, taking as much of him as I could deep into my throat.

My pussy clenched again, and my own muscles trembled with the need to have him possess me, to drive his delicious cock into me. I rocked back and forth, trying to get enough friction from my clothes to take some of the edge off until I was ready to beg him to fuck me. It wasn’t going to be long.

Carter let me set the pace, thrusting gently into my throat as I squirmed below him. He moved one hand up to grip my hair as he increased the pressure of his thrusts. “You hungry, baby? You need my cock in you?”

All I could do was nod. I stroked my tongue along the bottom of his cock, learning every ridge and vein, and imagined slamming my pussy onto it and riding him until I fell apart.

“Touch yourself. Reach into your pants and stroke that clit. But don’t come. Making you come is my job.”

I whimpered, eagerly reaching into my leggings and dragging my hand down my belly, into my panties. Two fingers found my aching clit, soaked with my own juices. I circled it lightly, resisting the urge to give it the firm stroke I knew would push me over the edge into an orgasm. If Carter wanted to make me come, I wasn’t about to disappoint him. My fingers slicked with my own wetness, I grazed them over my clit once, twice, just enough to grant the tiniest relief before the surge started building again.

Carter tugged my ponytail enough to force me to meet his gaze but not take my lips off his throbbing cock. The raw need in his eyes blazed through me, and I dragged my mouth along the length of him, increasing the suction as I went. I pressed harder on my clit, fighting my own need to orgasm, intent on making this feeling last. A quiet pop sounded when I reached the end of his cock and I released the tip.

“I need to be inside you. Right now.” Carter held me under my arms and pulled me up to face him. “Strip and get on the bed.”

I hurried to comply, peeling off my top and shoving down my leggings, leaving me in nothing but the matching blue bra and panties I’d put on after my shower.

I’d dug them out of my underwear drawer, a relic of my pathetic attempts at online dating a few years earlier. Neither of us had seen any action in far too long. Now I was glad I had. Standing in front of Carter, basking in his pure appreciation, I felt more desirable than I had since before I had kids.