Page 23 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

He pins me with a lusty look before letting his hand drift to my pants, tugging the khaki fabric off with ease. His fingers trace along the waistband of my boxers, teasing my skin with his feather-light touch. Then he hooks his fingers around the cotton and tugs them lower, releasing my cock.

It springs up, standing proud between my legs. Carter takes a moment to admire it—surprised by its thickness compared to my thin frame no doubt—before he leans forward and inhales deeply. “I need to taste you.” Strong hands hold my legs to the bed as he dips his head and drags the tip of his tongue over my slit. A moan I don’t recognize as my own passes through my lips as my hips buck involuntarily.

“So sensitive,” he whispers before doing it again.

I take a deep breath and hold it, willing my body to stay still. It’s nearly impossible. I’ve been craving this contact for weeks, and it’s infinitely better than I could have imagined, especially when Carter seals his lips around my tip and sucks gently before letting me pop free.

I’m so turned on I can’t tell if it’s my precum or his saliva that has my crown glistening, but either way, my cock lurches toward his mouth, eager for more.

Carter’s tongue swirls decadently around my tip, my hips rising gently to meet each swipe. When he wraps his lips around my shaft and sucks it rhythmically into his mouth my thrusts turn needy, violent almost, in pursuit of release.

My hands and feet go limp as I thrash against Carter, the sweet burn of pleasure rendering my limbs all but useless. He flattens his hands over my hips, but when he realizes my desire will not be contained he presses his face closer to my center. Pulling my dick into his warm mouth for a final time I shatter, wave upon wave of bliss coursing through me.

Time seems to stand still as my body writhes beneath him, unable to function beyond soaking up every ounce of pleasure Carter’s tongue can offer. He makes a valiant attempt to swallow everything I have to give, but seeing as privacy is a hard thing to come by when you’re living with your sister and brother-in-law, it’s fair to say I’m a little backed up, and what he can’t contain drips down to coat my stomach. Somehow that’s just as sexy as watching him try to drink me down.

When the tremors finally subside, I sink, dazed, into the mattress. I’m panting erratically as he crawls up my body, laying flush against me without giving me all his weight as I recover. Bringing his face to mine I kiss his lips, tasting myself.

His thick, hard cock rests on my stomach as he trails kisses from my mouth to my collarbone. “Feels like your thirty minutes are up.” I attempt to wiggle my hips, teasing him with a little friction.

“Turns out watching you come like that was all the inspiration I needed to make a quick recovery.” He teases me back, sliding his cock through the wetness pooling on my abs. It must have the same effecton him as it does me. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft groan, getting lost in the way we feel together.

“Yes,” I moan as his firm length rubs over my body, sending a jolt of lust throughout my body. “Don’t stop.”

“Sloan… I.Shit.” He goes eerily still.

“What?”

“No condoms.” He leans his forehead against mine with a heavy exhale. “I knew if I had them, I’d be tempted, and I honestly wasn’t sure we’d ever get here.”

Normally, those two little words would stop me in my tracks, but after our conversation earlier they barely register. If I can trust him with my career, can I trust him with my body?

“I’m clean. I’ve never… gone without.” I trap my lips between my teeth, waiting for his response.

He raises his head enough to see my eyes clearly. “I haven’t gone without either. Are you sure?”

The sincerity in his gaze tells me he’ll follow my lead, though the way he lifts and lowers his hips to drag his shaft over my torso suggests he likes this idea. And despite feeling completely wrung out just a moment ago, the friction of his cock along mine seems to wake my body up.

“I’m sure.”

Carter rolls off me and reaches toward the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. Kneeling between my legs, cock standing at attention, he’s just about to squirt a drop onto his palm when my hand shoots out to stop him.

“Can I?” I ask.

“You don’t want me to prep you?” A slight crease mars the space between his brows.

“You can, I just want to be the one to prep you.”

Carter holds still for a moment during which I can’t tell if he’s surprised by the request or put off by it. Then he takes my hand and turns it so my palm is facing upward, squeezing the gel into my waiting hand. He straddles my waist, so his cock is within reach, and waits.

I rub the lube around to warm it, then clasp my fingers around his impressive shaft. He sucks in a ragged breath—I didn’t do the best job warming the gel since I was so anxious to touch him—but he soon relaxes enough to push his dick into my fist as I stroke, covering his length.

“Are you trying to make me come?” he whispers hoarsely as I slick him up, gently flexing my fingers around his shaft as I pump it.

“No. Just admiring how you feel.”

“Don’t admire too much or you won’t feel me in your ass.” Carter coats his index and middle finger and reaches behind him to press them against my hole.

“I won’t,” I assure him as he breeches me, and I fall into a contented state of bliss.

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