Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,115

just like Carver.

Fuck. A cock like this needs a name. No, it needs a fucking title. But its title will have to wait because right now, I need him to fuck me until we’re both seeing stars.

I can’t possibly wait a second longer.

I curl my fingers around his hefty length, knowing that if I don’t feel him inside me soon, I might just die. My fingers barely close, and as I slowly move my fist right up to his tip, he shudders beneath me, both of us needing this more than we ever knew.

I get to work teasing him, my thumb roaming over his tip as his eyelids flutter and close, the satisfaction all too much. His head drops to my shoulder, breathing me in, as my other hand raises to his defined back, trailing my nails up and down his spine, and loving the way his skin pebbles with goosebumps from my touch.

Carver’s face turns into my neck and he kisses me there. I tilt my head, opening for more and he doesn’t disappoint. “Fuck, Elodie. I can’t wait any longer.”

My hand circles until my fingers are lightly pressing under his chin and I raise it up, needing his dark eyes on mine. “Then take me.”

His tongue rolls over his bottom lip and everything clenches inside of me. I tighten my hand as I work it up and down his cock and his responding groan is enough to put me right back on the edge.

Carver presses into me, his body firmly up against mine and his hand twining around the back of my neck. I feel him right at my entrance and it takes everything inside myself not to tighten my legs around him and pull him in. “Condom?” he murmurs, his nose trailing over my cheek and making me lean into him, desperately wanting his lips on mine again.

I shake my head. I need him bare. “Not unless there’s a bunch of girls you’ve been fucking that I don’t know about.”

I feel his grin against my cheek. “You mean like the bunch of dudes you’ve been fucking?”

I raise my chin and meet his lips with my own. “Shut up and fuck me,” I tell him. “You know they’re clean. Rubber or not, the call is yours.”

He groans low in his chest and I feel the vibrations right through my own, and then in a moment of pure ecstasy, Carver hooks his strong arm under my leg, tears it right up toward his shoulder and as I fall back to catch myself on my hands, he slams that delicious, thick cock deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my eyes instantly rolling to the back of my head.

Carver’s arm slips around my back, holding me tight as he rams up into me, giving me exactly what we’ve both been needing for so damn long, hitting me in that one spot that he hears me loving every time his friends fuck me like a goddamn queen.

He draws back and slams up into me again. As I cry out, a low groan slips from his throat. I clench my pussy, squeezing his cock as he moves in and out of me. “Fucking hell,” he groans, bringing his lips back to mine and kissing me deeply.

His tongue moves with mine, so in sync and so perfect. His body was made for me—only me.

Needing that closeness, I draw my hand around his strong shoulders and hold myself up against him as he hits a whole new spot deep inside me. I know I only came a minute ago, but with Carver, I can guarantee that it’ll be happening all over again, especially if he keeps going like this.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs into my ear, his words sending a welcomed shiver sailing over my skin. He grabs my chin and forces my stare back to his, and as he pushes up into me with his breath coming in short, sharp pants, he surrenders. “You’ve got me. All of me. I’ll fucking share. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, just don’t walk away. I can’t. Not now.”

I try to catch my breath as I feel my orgasm quickly building deep inside of me. “You’ll share?” I ask, staring deeply into those dark, intense eyes. “No jealousy, no arguments, just free for all, down right sharing?”

He nods, bringing his lips back to mine. “Yes,” he breathes. “I’ll fucking share. I’ll do anything if it means getting to have you too. I can’t push you away