CARSON
The thing inside me, the one that draws me to her like a moth to a flame, the one that raged at the thought of her with someone else—anyone else—roars triumphantly.Mine.My whole life, everything I’ve done and every word I’ve sung, all of it was building toward this moment. Building toward her.
Touches that started gentle grow more desperate. Her hands slide under the hem of my shirt, soft palms stroking my stomach. Where her skin meets mine, she leaves a trail of electricity, one that spreads until my entire body feels like a live wire. I groan her name, not even sure what I’m begging for.
Mercy, maybe. Relief from the aching tension in my balls, definitely. But more than anything, I’m just craving reassurance that my heart isn’t the only one on the line. I’ve been falling for her from the first moment I saw her, maybe even before that. I could feel her all over me before I even turned around. Just being near her sets my skin tingling, my pulse thrumming. I’m not a fate guy, but this? Her? It sure as fuck doesn’t feel random. It feels… big.
Paws pad up the deck stairs, and Aria pulls back, her eyes shining up at me in the moonlight. “Hang on,” she breathes. “Bubbles, go to bed.” She opens the sliding door, and Bubbles trots past the pool, heading inside with her trademark grin. She curls up on the couch and closes her eyes. “Close enough,” Aria laughs, shutting the door.
She turns to face me, and the energy between us crackles. “Come here.” I crook a finger, beckoning her to come back. It’s still hot enough that I’m already breaking a sweat, and it gives me an idea. She gives me an adorable grin, holding out her hand. I tug her close, loving the feel of her against me. She’s all soft curves and smooth skin, and she smells like summer. “You don’t have a phone on you, do you?” I whisper.
“No…” she murmurs cautiously, her brow furrowing adorably. I grin at her. Her eyes go wide as she catches on. “Carson!” She shrieks my name but it’s too late. I tug her into the pool with me, hitting the gloriously cool water with a huge splash and flailing arms. Aria pops up right in front of me, sputtering and laughing.
“Dick!” She giggles and splashes me, but I pull her close again, wiping the water from her face. She gazes up at me and when she looks at me like that, I feel like a god. The water laps at us, plastering her tank top to the swells of her breast. Swells that are rising and falling with each excited breath she takes.
Aria licks her lips, watching my face as her fingers work to free me from my shirt. I toss it aside, and it floats off in the water. She raises her arms, a silent invitation to free her from her own pesky shirt. I grasp the hem, but let my fingertips slide up the sides of her ribs as I peel her out of the water-logged fabric. She shivers, her lashes fluttering.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, taking her in. Rivulets of water trickle down her neck, pooling at her collarbone and running down. Down into the valley of her tits or disappearing at the edge of her bra. “You’re so gorgeous.” I whisper, using my finger to follow a drop of water over her golden skin.
Aria wraps her arms around my neck, and I grab her ass, lifting her against me. Her sexy as fuck legs lock around my hips, and she dives in for another kiss.
She might have initiated this one, but I lay claim to her mouth, drinking her in as I unhook her bra and toss it aside. The tight peaks of her nipples rub against my chest, and Aria goes pliable in my arms, her soft moans carrying on the breeze. My dick is fighting for freedom, and when she reaches down between us, just the slightest pressure makes my head spin. She fiddles with my waistband and does her best to shove my pants down, but between our position and the water making everything ten times harder, she doesn’t get far.
She lets out a mewling growl like a pissed off bobcat, and I can’t help smiling against her lips. “Easy kitten, I’ll give you what you want.” Grabbing her waist, I lift her out of the water and set her on the edge of the pool deck. Water drips from her hair, running down the curves and swells of her body. It beads up on the tip of one nipple, so I reach out and flick it away with my tongue. Aria rewards me with a whimper of need.
“Give me these,” I demand, tugging on her shorts. Aria obliges, lifting her hips and letting me strip the sodden shorts and panties off of her.
She watches me through heavy eyes, panting through parted lips. Her thighs are pressed together, but when I place my palms on her thighs and spread her legs, her breathing hitches. “Carson.” She murmurs my name, leaning back on her elbows, her eyes flaring. I plant her heels by her hips, spreading her wide.
“Fuck…” I growl. Her pussy is the exact shade of her lips, dusky pink and glistening. I run my thumb over her entrance, gathering the slick arousal from the heated flesh and dragging it up over her little nub.
“Oh, god,” she exhales on a quivering moan. I tease her, my slippery thumb grazing her each time. She squirms, lifting her hips plaintively. I place my other palm on her stomach, spreading my fingers wide to keep her in place.
“I’ve been imagining this for weeks, Aria. Imagining the way your skin would feel under my hands. Imagining the way you’d taste. You can’t imagine how much I want you.” I lick my thumb, getting the tiniest hint of her sweetness.
Aria blinks and wets her lips. “If it’s half as much as I want you… I can imagine.”
“Good.” I smirk at her and give her a wink as I press my middle finger into her soft heat. “Then don’t rush me.”
Aria gasps and quickly bites her lip to contain the sound. Her walls flutter around my finger, squeezing me, pulling me in. “Oh, mygod,” I groan. “You’re going to feel so good when I get inside of you,” I murmur, adding a second finger. They slide in and out of her almost effortlessly, slicked along by the juicy arousal that coats my knuckles.
I dip my head, rubbing my nose through the short curls and heat between her legs. Aria whimpers, but otherwise stays where I’m holding her. Swirling around her sweet little clit with my tongue, I tug it into my mouth, making her hips buck. Her arousal gushes on my fingers. It coats my chin and clings to my beard. I spread my fingers inside of her to make room and thrust my tongue into her heat so I can get a taste.
Tangy, and musky like salted mango, Aria’s pussy is officially my new happy place. Christ. I wanna be covered in her juicy little twat. The wetter she gets, the more out of control I feel. My chest rumbles with the need to make her come. To make hermine.
One of her small hands tangles in my hair, spurring me on, encouraging my efforts. “Carson,” she moans my name. “Carson, please?” The desperate whispers make my heart pound double-time. They heat my blood to the boiling point, my insides scorching. I can’t take another second of my pants strangling my dick, but I’m not stopping until her thighs are clamped around my head. I’m not stopping until she’s coming so hard she’s seeing Jesus.
Her body draws tight, muscles trembling. The moans turn to unintelligible, rushed gasps as I feel her squeeze my fingers, pulling me deeper. A growl rumbles in my throat, and I double down, giving her exactly what she’s begging for.
Aria’s thighs slam shut around my ears, her fingers yanking my hair. The sight of her is nearly enough to make me explode. Head thrown back under the moonlight, breasts heaving under her wet bra. She arches against my hold, hips jerking, but I won’t let her go far.