ARIA
Inky blackness and sparkling stars stretch out above me as I collapse backward. My stomach is tingling, little shivers of pleasure rolling through me like aftershocks. I catch my breath and lean up on my elbows. Carson is still in the water, right between my thighs with a devilish grin.
“You sir, are good with your mouth,” I laugh, sitting up and lowering my shins into the water. Carson smirks and holds out his hands to help me slip back into the pool. “And your fingers,” I sigh, wrapping myself around him happily. He hugs me to him and strokes my back.
“Mmm…” he rumbles, his face buried in my neck. “I’m good with lots of things, but you are very… motivating.”
“Motivating?” I laugh. “So romantic.”
Carson leans back and grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He stares into me, his gaze cutting right to my soul. “Yes, motivating. Those little gasps you make, the way your pussy drips down my chin, the way you ball your fists in my hair, begging to come. I find you to beverymotivating. Just the thought of sinking inside you, stretching your sexy little pussy around my cock has me harder than glass, Aria.”
My jaw drops, a shiver teasing up my spine. Holy crap. Carson Jones has a filthy mouth. Even more surprising: I. Am. Here. For. It. Every word out of his mouth makes my core boil with need. “I want you,” I whisper.
Carson’s eyes lock on mine. His eyes are so dark, so hungry that it sends a shiver through me. He kisses me hard, and I’m pretty sure that the smell of chlorine is my new favorite aphrodisiac. I’ll never be able to go near a pool and not think of his mouth on mine. He cradles my face in his big hands, pulling back just enough to really focus on my eyes.
“We don’t have to rush this, Aria. I don’t want you to think this is—"
“Who’s rushing?” I ask with a smile. I force my voice to sound relaxed. Maybe my sense of self-preservation has given up the ghost, but I don’t want to stop. This all feels like some crazy-ass dream, and I’m half-afraid I’ll wake up at any second. A broken heart is Future Aria’s problem. Right now, I’m choosing to live in the moment. “I don’t expect promises.”
I have to admit, I expected Carson to jump at the offer. But he doesn’t. He frowns, a deep line bunching between his eyebrows, but he doesn’t let me go. His fingertips stroke my jaw. “See, that’s kind of a problem for me.”
It’s my turn to frown. My spine stiffens, dreading his next sentence like it’s the final nail waiting to be hammered into my coffin.
“Don’t frown,” Carson murmurs cajolingly, stroking his thumb along my lower lip. “I don’t expect anything, but—Aria—" his voice falters. “You’ve come to mean…everything to me. You get that, right? This isn’t just physical for me. I’ve been dying to get back since our first phone call; and not just because I was desperate to get my hands on you.” I blink up at him. I absolutely didnotknow that, but a surge of hope rises in my chest. “I’m not asking you for promises, but I need to know this is real to you too. Because the way you make me feel—I don’t want to lose that.”
I stare at him, completely lost for words as my heart batters the insides of my ribs. My lungs burn from holding my breath. How can he not see how amazing he is? This talented, funny,gorgeousman with his generous heart. The very idea that anyone could be near him and not fall completely, dangerously, head over heels for him is just… insane to me.
But then again, I wonder how often people use him? For money, fame, connections. It must be so isolating. It sends a pang through my heart just thinking about it. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my hands in his hair. He lifts me up, his broad hands gripping my hips.
I look him right in his eyes, making sure he’s hearing me. “Carson, this is very,veryreal for me too.” The lopsided, dimpled grin that tugs at his lips steals the breath right out of my lungs. He kisses me, and it’s still scorching, but there’s something else. Something more. Like our admissions added jet fuel to what was already a barely controlled burn.
Fingers trembling, I unbutton his pants and drop the zipper. Carson finishes the job, throwing them to the side where they land with a wet plop that makes me giggle. Pools are sexy as fuck, but next time, I think we can skip the clothes. The pool’s pale-blue lighting illuminates the water, backlighting his dick. It’s thick and has a slight curve with a pronounced head.
A little trail of white pre-cum gets washed away by the pool water. I reach out to touch it, but hesitate, my nerves getting the better of me. Carson takes my hand, and curls it around his hard length. His palm lays on top of my hand, using me to stroke up and down the ridged shaft.
“You can touch me anytime you like, sweetheart.” The words grate out of him, his Kentucky accent coming through stronger.
“That seems like a dangerous offer,” I whisper, pressing him back toward the pool wall. He smirks as I push his hand away. “But youdidgive me free rein,” I remind him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls, raising his arms to rest them on the deck behind him.
“Jesus,” I mutter, taking a second to appreciate the sight in front of me. In the blue light of the pool, all stretched out like that, he looks like a Norse God.
Water ripples between us as I explore.
“Mmm… If this was a dangerous offer, I think I’ll take my chances,” he says through a tight chuckle. He’s been packing some serious heat. He’s longer than anything I’ve ever seen, but what really gets my blood pumping is his girth. My fingers circle him, but they can’t even reach the tip of my thumb.
Thick veins course along his length, raised and prominent. I trace them with my fingertips, remembering his words.Just the thought of sinking inside you, stretching your sexy little pussy around my cock…I kind of thought that was just talk but stretching is fucking right. I lick my lips, trying to find the guts to match his shockingly dirty mouth.
“You’re so big,” I murmur, watching his eyes flare with want. In my hand, his dick twitches, and it makes me brave. “You’re going to have to work this big dick inside me. You’re going to have to make me fit you.”
Carson groans, burrowing his fingers in my hair. “Christ, you’re going to kill me with that mouth.” His words come out an aching growl. “I haveneverwanted someone the way I want you,” he murmurs. It should sound cheesy, but his expression is too genuine, too hungry to disbelieve. He dips his head, closing his mouth around my nipple. I arch against him, pleasure grappling for control. My other nipple draws up tight, begging for attention; aching to be touched.
As if he can read my mind, Carson switches sides. His intensity, the raw power of being his sole focus makes my head swim.
I didn’t even realize being with someone could feel like this. My pulse is a throbbing torrent, and as I work my hand along his cock, I realize I can feel his veins thrumming with the same drumbeat.
Carson’s hands grasp my butt, lifting me up and pulling my legs around his hips. His dick, swollen and hard notches at my entrance. He presses his forehead to mine and stares into my eyes. Slowly, he presses up into me. Delicious heat curls and twists in my belly with an intensity that makes stars pop behind my eyes each time he inches deeper. “Breathe,” he admonishes, nipping at my neck.
He’s one to talk. His breaths are ragged, and he’s clenching his jaw. Carson goes slow, using his tight grip on my ass to move me up and down on his length until he’s buried deep inside me, and the base of his cock is bumping my clit on every stroke. The muscles in his shoulders strain, flexing and rippling under my hands. He murmurs my name and tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me down on his length with growing force.
Water splashes everywhere, but it barely registers. I’m far too obsessed with the feel of our bodies moving together and Carson’s impassioned groans. “Oh, fuck… baby… fuck… you feel so good, Aria… Jesus…” His voice is my kryptonite, and every word he utters throws fuel on the fire. I lean back in his arms, using my arms and thighs to roll my hips and grind against him. The shift sends his eyes rolling to the back in his head. “Oh, Christ, baby,” Carson growls. “You’re gonna make me come.”
‘Oh, Christ’ is right. His thumb circles my clit, sending a jolt through me. My hips buck, sending water sloshing over the edge of the pool, but he doesn’t stop. He rumbles encouragement with burning eyes. “You’re so fucking sexy baby… Oh,fu-hu-huckthat’s so good… Oh, my God, Aria. You feel incredible…”
Spine-tingling, mind-melting pressure builds in my core. Carson’s muscles tense up under my fingers, bulging. His fingers dig into my ass, grinding me harder against him. I can’t keep my eyes open as the euphoria takes hold. The sky falls on top of us, blacking out everything but the stars, and leaving two souls locked in endless waves of pleasure.