ass. His tongue was confident and talented, the man unafraid of my body, my taste. He sucked on my clit gently, and my knees gave out when his tongue dipped inside of me. My weight sagged into his strong hands, unintelligible sounds coming out as I gripped the wall and tried to stay sane.
I didn’t stay sane. I don’t know why I even tried. I clawed at the wall and melted against his mouth, coming hard, then stumbling after him toward the bed. I lay back on his sheet, his eyes meeting mine as he knelt in between my legs and had the sense to put on a condom. I watched him, strong fingers sure of their actions, foil tossed aside, one hand gripping his cock as he rolled the latex over it. My first sight of him and I propped up, my glimpse quick before he lifted my legs around his neck and propped himself above me, my eyes lifting to his. He held my gaze until the moment that he leaned down for a kiss and pushed himself inside. That moment, it was perfect. So tender, so caring. Even as it hurt, my body adjusting to his size, my breath catching for the briefest of moments. I wrapped my arms around him and he started thrusting. Slowly and tenderly but somewhere, somewhere after my first orgasm and before the second, he lost control. Sat back on his heels, held on to my hips and started a furious, mad rhythm of fucking, his grip on me hard, possessive, and hot.
After the second orgasm and before the third, he rolled me onto my side, continuing the pleasure, his mouth coming down and kissing, biting, whispering things into my neck.
You make me so hard
I’ve wanted this for so long
You feel incredible
I can’t … I can’t hold off.
Oh my God, Chloe. Chloe. I’m coming…
And somewhere between my third orgasm and his first, I forgot about trying to hold back. I forgot about protecting my heart. I got over all of my hang-ups. And I fell a little bit in like with him.
53. God Bless Presa Little
I rolled over in Carter’s bed and stretched, kicking off the covers, the smell of coffee dragging me out of sleep. I smiled, remembering the night before. It had officially been the Greatest Sex of My Life. I had the perverse urge to go online and gloat, hashtag SuckItVic. Instead, I eyed the bathroom door, hearing the sound of a shower. Glancing at my naked body, I wondered if I had time to run to his kitchen for a cup of coffee before he got out. As great as my three pilates DVD workouts had gone, I didn’t feel up to a naked dash in front of Carter’s ripped ass.
I ran for it, spilling some coffee in my pour and stealing a piece of toast off a plate in the kitchen. I was darting past the fridge when I stopped, distracted by a ticket stuck under a Mets magnet. What the … I peered closer. Yep. A Presa Damn Little ticket. A ticket that matched the two stuffed in my wallet, which I’d received from Nicole. I heard the shower turn off and booked it, my butt hitting the bed just in time to pull the sheet over me before the door opened. A barely covered, dripping wet Carter stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Good morning.”
I took a sip of coffee and smiled, still trying to work through the ticket I had just seen. I hadn’t even wanted to go to the event, preferring to avoid Nicole at all opportunities. But on the other hand, this was Presa Little. One of the most revered and most private artists of the century. She hadn’t been photographed in public since Lady Gaga wore meat. An opportunity to meet her wasn’t something I wanted to give up.
I swallowed the sip of coffee, watching him walk to the closet. He opened the door, and my question from our first hookup was answered. Absolute organization. His T-shirts were hung and sorted by damn color. “I saw your ticket to the Presa Little event.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, reaching up and grabbing a shirt.
I tried again. “So … how do you know her again?”
“She’s a friend of my parents. I knew her growing up.” He pulled his shirt on and turned toward me, boxer briefs in hand. I settled further back against the pillows, lifting my eyebrows at him when he