“You feel so good,” he says. “It’s killing me to stay still.”
I run my hands up across his chest and shoulders, wrapping my hands around his neck to pull him closer. I feel wanton and sexy, looking him in the eyes and squeezing down on him with my pussy. I’m rewarded with a hiss of his breath. “Who said you had to keep still?”
There’s that smirk. The one I’m growing to know means that Carter’s about to make my body feel amazing. Slowly, he pulls back, and it suddenly feels strange not having him there. He rocks into me gently, getting my body used to the rhythm, and with each slow stroke, there’s a little less pain and a little more pleasure. Carter notices the difference. “There we go,” he pushes into me with a little more force, and he’s all the way inside me again. The friction of him thrusting is delicious, entirely different from what I’m used to. He’s still thrusting slowly, but now he’s thrusting deep. The tip of him stroking me in a way that suddenly has me shaking. Pleasure is gathering inside, a deeper pleasure than before. It’s everywhere. I’m swimming in it.
I grab onto Carter’s arms, holding onto him while he speeds up. Every time he sinks into me it sends me a little higher, a little closer to that bright sizzle and flash that I know is coming. He’s sliding into me with more ease, my own arousal helping him. Then his fingers are at my clit, and the orgasm hits me so fast that I don’t even see it coming.
I suck in a breath, pleasure rocking through me and taking its time. It’s a slow, shuddery climax, and I feel my pussy clenching around Carter’s cock, muscles fluttering and trying to get whatever they can from him. He smiles down at me when I open my eyes, still buried to the hilt inside me. “Now that was a beautiful sight.” He moves his hips just a little, and all these crazy little spasms run through me. “Let’s try it a little faster this time.”
“This time?”
Carter looks at me and smiles. “Baby, we’re just getting started. I want to see if I can get you to let go enough to scream.”
I’m about to protest, to say that I don’t think that’s going to happen, that screaming isn’t my thing. But then he pulls out and thrusts into me harder than before, and I moan louder than I ever have. Maybe screaming will be my thing. It feels so much better this time, my body getting used to the feeling of him. He pumps in with a swinging rhythm that makes him drag across my clit, and it makes me shake. Another orgasm is coming. I can feel it building, but I can’t seem to quite get there. Instead, I’m in this limbo of pleasure, that perfect place where everything feels so good and you think that it can’t get any better. And then it does. I fall over the edge into the climax, this time saying Carter’s name over and over while he pulls me through it. This one feels like lightning, flashing through me and gone, leaving me spent underneath him, heaving in air. Even when I touched myself, I only came once. That was the third time tonight.
“That was better.” He kisses me. “But I still think I can make you scream.”
“It’s too much,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come again. Not tonight.”
Carter’s face changes from a smile to a look of steely determination. He kisses me hard. “You can and you will.” He moves his hips, testing. “I think you’re ready now.”
The sheer satisfaction in his words makes my stomach drop with anticipation. “Ready for what.”
He leans close to me, and his teeth graze my earlobe making me shiver. “To be thoroughly, and totally, fucked.”
I close my eyes at the sudden wave of arousal from his words. I want that. Carter sits back on his knees, his cock still deep inside me. He drags his hands down my skin, squeezing my breasts and resting them on my hips. Pulling back so he’s barely inside me, he looks at me again. “I want to hear you scream.”
Carter slams into me, and I’m lost. He’s not stopping, not slowing, pounding into me with everything that he’s been holding back. Oh god. I didn’t know what this would feel like. It’s so good it almost hurts, every piece of me pulsing with his rhythm. He’s at once fucking me and pulling me onto his cock, our body’s coming together with a sound that is pure sex, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
I’m so full, so full of him that I don’t think anything will ever compare. I’m on fire with the pleasure of it, being taken by him. I want more. Need more. He can’t stop. If he stops, I don’t think I’ll make it. Please. Please. Please. Yes. I hear myself from far away, begging him to keep going. If I’m on fire then let me burn, just don’t slow down. I can’t see, can’t hear, can only feel the way he’s there, fucking me, every stroke making me brighter. I must be a supernova. I’m going to blind him.
I come.
It’s everything.
I scream. I know I do. There’s some part of me that knows. Every muscle in my body locks down, wrenched still by the pleasure taking its toll. I can hear Carter groaning as he fucks towards his own climax. But none of that matters. I’m floating in the middle of brightness. I think each one of my nerves has been overloaded by this all-consuming pleasure. Because just when I think it’s over, there’s more. On and on, ripples of it that never seem to fade.
Sound comes back first. I hear the fast sound of our breathing. I can feel his skin on mine. I try to open my eyes, but I can barely see. I feel perfect. Nothing can ruin this. Carter’s weight lifts off me, and I hear a few sounds before the bed dips again. His arms wrap around me, pull me to him. I love how warm he is, how perfectly I fit into his chest.
“April?”
“Yeah?” I still can’t seem to open my eyes.
I hear him chuckle. “You still with me?”
I hope the sound I make sounds like yes. It’s the only sound I have the energy to make.
12
I wake up to lips on my neck. To hands gently stroking down my side. Carter.
Oh my god, I fell asleep!
The room is dark when I open my eyes, darker than before. “Hi.” My voice is scratchy, whether it’s from sleep or from that last orgasm, I’m not totally sure.
“Hi.” Carter’s voice, on the other hand, is warm like honey and does all sorts of interesting things to my body.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
He laughs as I turn over so that we’re face to face. “Are you kidding? There’s no better compliment. A man likes nothing more than to know he’s fucked a woman so well she has to take a nap.”
I hide my face in his shoulder, still embarrassed. “How long did I sleep?”
“A couple of hours. It’s a little after midnight.”
“Wow.”
I move, feeling a twinge between my legs—my body not used to being used in that way.
“So, how do you feel.”
A smile creeps across my lips as I lean up to kiss him. “I feel good. Better than good.”
“Worth it?”
“Definitely,” I say. “Even if I am that girl who’s sleeping with the coach.”
“Your young, very hot coach.” He says, leaning over me. I can feel him against my leg, fully hard.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “As much as I want you again—my young, very hot coach—I think it needs a break.”
“You’re right,” he nods, leaning down until his lips are on mine, “but I’m counting the hours until I can be inside you again.”
“At least twelve.”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. He’s right, it’s right after midnight. Kara will have been asleep for hours.
Everything stops.
Oh my god, Kara.
Guilt crashes over me, thick and heavy. She’s going to be crushed when I tell her I broke the pact. I don’t even know how I would begin to tell her what we did. But if I’m back in the dorm before she wakes up, she won’t know. She won’t ask where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing, she’ll only ask how dinner was. “I have to go,” I say quickly, sitting up and nearly making our heads crash together again.
“Hey, wait,” Carter says, catching my arm. “What happened?”