sweeps, petting him. “It’s alright, baby,” she murmured. “Look at me.”
He managed to turn his head, and open his eyes. All he could see was Jasmine, poised above him, honeyed waves of hair falling around her shoulders. She looked like a washed-up mermaid, beautiful, mystical – and so much softer than she’d been only minutes ago, when she was chasing her pleasure. There was a sweet sort of concern on her face now – one that left him wanting to shrink away from her. She wanted to get off; to fuck and be fucked. She didn’t want to baby him; to take care of him. He was supposed to take care of her, and he–
“No,” she said, gently, and stripped the condom off his cock. She stroked him a few moments, until he was fully hard again; he’d been holding off an orgasm so long that it hurt to be hard at this point. He bit his lip to keep from cursing, his pulse a loud drumbeat in his ears.
“Here, baby,” she said, “I know what you need.” She mounted him, lined him up with her already-wet entrance, and sank down on him slowly.
It was different than it had been with the other girls, and not just because he was bare this time.
She braced her hands on his chest and leaned low, working her hips in slow rolls, barely pulling off. She leaned in to kiss him: his mouth, his forehead, his eyelids, when they fluttered closed.
“You with me, baby?” A low voice, just for the two of them. “You feeling good?”
He slid his hands up her thighs, smooth and flexing, and found her hips; cupped her breasts, briefly, squeezed hard like he knew she liked until she hummed against his mouth. Then he latched onto her waist, gathered himself, and rolled them.
He opened his eyes when he was poised above her, saw her grinning at him.
“There he is,” she said, and pressed her head back against the pillow, baring her throat. “Fuck me, pretty boy. Make me feel it for days.”
He pushed her legs up, spreading her wider, and did just that.
Somewhere between his teeth at her throat and her nails scoring his back, he found a moment of peaceful clarity. The strong work and flex of his body, and the soft, feminine yield of hers against it. He felt vital, and alive; felt needed, and wanted, and he wanted in return with the kind of hunger that always threatened to swallow him whole.
He shouted against her collarbone when he came, vision going black and star-studded. And for that moment, nothing was wrong, and nothing hurt, and he understood perfectly why Tango had drowned all the bad in his life with sex for so long.
~*~
Carter sat against the headboard, scrubbing a hand through his sweat-damp hair, dazed and numb. He took the glass of wine Jazz offered with a nod of thanks, and drank half of it down in a single gulp.
Stephanie and Chanel were getting dressed; Stephanie zipped up the back of Chanel’s dress and said, “Like, seriously, is there a farm where they grow these guys or something?” Her voice had lost all its seductive tease and was just normal. A girl-talk voice. He may as well have not been in the room.
Jazz chuckled as she sat down on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in a silk robe, now. “You’ve been hanging out with those new boys, haven’t you, Steph?”
“Oh my God.” She made a dramatic expression, back of her hand pressed to her forehead. “The fucking Wonder Twins, those two.” She shot Carter a wink. “No offense, honey, you were fantastic.”
“New boys?” he asked after his next sip. “Boom, and Deacon, and them?”
Stephanie laughed. “Uh, no. Tenny, and the quiet one, Reese? Holy shit. He doesn’t have to say a damn word if he fucks like that.”
“Do you do the two of them together every time?” Jazz asked.
“Yeah.” Stephanie tossed her hair, looking proud of herself – and a little flushed. “Ten said Reese was a virgin, which, not now! I popped his cherry, thank you very much. But they’ve had a few of the other girls, too. Always together. I don’t really know what’s going on there, but something is.” She smirked.
Chanel sat down in the tufted chair in the corner to pull on her boots. “Aren’t they both, like, secret agents or something?”
“Something,” Jazz agreed.
“They’re hot is what they are,” Stephanie said, stepping into her heels.
Carter felt like none of this was