Page 41 of Pucking Only
The asshole throws his head back and laughs before saying, “All right, all right. Have a little patience, will you? Geez.”
I smack his shoulder, irritation mixing with my lust. He switches his attention from me for a moment to pull down his sweats and boxers, rolling on a condom he pulls from his pocket before lying back down between my legs. My heart flutters at the sight of him naked before me, his cock huge and hard, ready to do what we've been aching to do since he picked me up in his arms.
He takes hold of me, lifting one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. I feel him press the head of his cock against my entrance and I cry out as he slides in slowly, inch-by-inch, until he's completely inside me.
"Look at me," Carson commands.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snarl, but I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently as he begins to move inside me. The pleasure is almost too much as I watch him thrust into me harder and faster. I release a low moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of me again and again. His rhythm is relentless now, the couch creaking under us with every powerful thrust. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he brings me closer to the edge.
"Carson," I gasp, my body trembling beneath him. "I'm so close… I’m… I’m going to cum..."
“That’s right, baby,” he hisses. “This cock’s going to make you cum hard, isn’t it?”
“Not if you keep talking!”
His rhythm becomes even more frantic as he leans over me, one hand moving to trace circles on my clit. The blissful overload of sensation is too much for me to handle and with a shuddering moan, I come undone around him. He follows my lead, his own orgasm taking over.
“Fuck! Star!”
He collapses against me, both of us panting and sweaty from our passion.
We don’t say anything for several long moments, and as I start to catch my breath, clarity begins to settle over me. Oh, shit…what have I done? What have we done? I just had sex with Carson!
He tenses and then slowly pulls out of me. When he meets my gaze, his eyes are wide and he looks as shocked as I feel.
"Um…are you okay?" he mutters awkwardly.
I nod hastily.
“I’m okay.” I squeak out. “I mean…I’m not in any pain, if that’s what you mean.”
Shit, why do I sound so nervous?
Swallowing, he replies, “Good. That’s good… um, I’m going to go to the bathroom. Gotta, you know, clean up.”
“Sure. You know where it is.”
This is so weird! He gets up and hurries down the hall and once he’s out of sight, I jump to my feet and scramble to get my clothes. Shit, shit, shit! This is bad. What is wrong with me? I fucked Carson!
My mind scrambles to come up with some explanation for what just happened. It’s been awhile since I’ve slept withanyone, right? Yes. The horniness just took over. It’s not my fault he’s so damn hot!
When he returns from the bathroom, I’m sitting on my couch, having hastily dressed, and I look up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. He gives me a crooked smile and rubs the back of his head looking even more nervous than before.
“So, I guess, uh, I should probably get going,” he says, clearing his throat. “It’s late.”
I nod, wanting to get out of this awkwardness as quickly as possible.
“Yeah it is,” I agree. “You’ve probably got a busy day tomorrow…I know I’ve got to work…”
“Right.” He puts his hands on his hips, and then seems to remember he’s still naked, practically diving for his pants. As he yanks them on, he continues, “I’ll, uh, see you later then.”
“Yep, see you later.”
Grabbing his shirt, he turns and hurries to the door as if someone’s lit a match under his ass. He glances back at me once more before he slips out of the apartment, and once the door shuts behind him, I slap my hands over my face and groan, sinking back against the couch.
Fuck. What am I going to do now?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE AFTERMATH