growl fills the room—from Carter, me, or both of us—I’m unsure. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t move. I’m boneless and sated, while Carter remains on his knees between my legs, his hands kneading my hip bones, and his breaths heavy.
One release and I’m done. Prying my eyes open, I contemplate the gorgeous man who exceeded my expectations tenfold. His head tips, his eyes closed, his lips blowing out exhales. Beads of sweat roll along his exposed neck, and I’m screwed. Every little mantra —just sex, one time, for fun, one moment, a release—flies out the window. Carter was right; this will happen again. And I am okay with it.
Right here, right now, I surrender to the havoc Carter Cooper is sure to create in my life.
Carter
I'm well and truly fucked. Literally, and figuratively.
My palms glide over her hips, thighs, and waist. My brain is unable to control my need to touch her. I want more. I want to kiss the curves my fingers caress and taste the heat between her thighs. I want to pull her on top of me and feel her weight on my body. And, I want in her mind. I want to know about her life at A&M, learn about her dad, and hear her plans for her future. I want things I have no business wanting.
I look at her and her head jerks to the left like she's embarrassed I caught her staring. I have no such qualms. I stare openly. Everything about her is indescribable. The rise and fall of her breasts with each labored breath. The way her face glows with sweat and euphoria. The feminine way her hand moves across her chest, up her neck, and over her face before she drops it back to her side. She returns my stare.
“Phew,” she breathes out, blinking up at me, her lips drawing into a shy smile.
"Yeah." I echo with a grunt of laughter. I need to pull out, but I can't. My body is on strike, my hips refusing to withdraw, and my legs unmoving. When her walls pulse around my dick, I'm moving. Sliding out before I'm erect and risking a tear in the condom I've filled. "I need to dispose of this." I cup myself, the sentiment understood by anyone who's had protected sex.
"Right, yeah." Her arms cross over her breasts, and she draws her knees up and rolls to her side.
"Don't move," I say, though she's already propping up to her elbow, then hand. "I'm coming right back."
I flip the faucet to hot and run water in the sink before tossing the condom and grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet. I've just wet the cloth when Jess appears with her tank top and panties on, and her shorts and bra in her hand. I frown at the clothing, but she misses it, her eyes too busy scanning my bathroom.
Her hooded gaze meets mine in the mirror. "I just need to"—she motions toward the door leading to the toilet.
"Yeah, of course." I hold out the warm washcloth. "Here."
She studies the cloth for a beat longer than necessary before taking it and disappearing behind the door with a "Thank you."
I clean myself and wash my hands and slip my shorts on sans boxers while waiting for her to finish. My room smells like sex and Jess. A sweet scent I can’t decipher—her natural musk? The mixture of shampoo, soap, and laundry detergent? Maybe her perfume? Whatever it is, I hope like hell the scent sticks to my pillow and sheets because I won't be washing her away anytime soon.
She opens the toilet room door and turns on the sink, but I remain in my room. There's something in her eyes, something different about her movement.
"So, I should go," she says from the bathroom door—her clothing on, her hair back in order. Moving to my bed, she sits on the edge and scoops her shoes and socks off the floor. "I need to be home when the Ivery's drop my dad off."
I nod. That's understandable even if her aloof behavior isn't. Wanting her comfortable, I remain where I am as she ties one shoe then the other before just sitting there. She runs her hands down her thighs, slapping them on her knees and dropping her shoulders with an exhale.
Suddenly, I want in her head. I want access to her thoughts, to her feelings. "Jess?"
"I'm fine, Carter." She shakes her head like a warning: 'don't speak or you'll screw this up,