Chapter Twelve

Caroline

 

As I curled up in his arms and pressed my teary face against Carson’s shirt, emotions ran through me. My whole body was tense, and I felt everything at once: anger, fear, arousal, and desperation. I had no idea what I would gain from telling him; it wasn’t like he was going to be able to save me. Hell, it wasn’t like he was going to be able to do anything other than judge me for having nude photos taken of me when I was younger. I sighed in frustration. Idiot, I thought to myself. You should have just kept your resolve and not let him inside!

 

Carson murmured soothing, meaningless nonsense into my ear as he stroked my back. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered into my hair. The warmth from his breath tickled my scalp. It felt good, actually. To be honest, everything felt good except for the gaping wound of embarrassment in my chest. Being in his arms felt safe. It felt nice. It was maybe the most secure place I’d been in a very long time.

 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. He patted my back and traced light patterns around on my skin through my shirt. As his touch slipped lower, I felt a pulse between my legs. Sex should have been the last thing on my mind, but I knew that I was feeling stressed enough to want it. I purred and moved closer to Carson, nuzzling at his chest. He reacted with surprise, pulling back and looking down at me with his steely blue eyes.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

I nodded. “I’m fine,” I lied. “Actually no. I’m not fine. But this feels so good right now,” I said with a deep breath, closing my eyes. “I don’t want it to stop.”

 

Carson wrapped his arms around me tighter. He planted a kiss on the top of my head and I felt my nerve endings flutter. When I wrapped my arms around him, I buried my face in his chest and inhaled deeply. He smelled strongly of musk, like he’d rolled out of bed and put on a shirt without showering. When I closed my eyes and focused on Carson’s manly scent, everything that was bothering me seemed to melt into the background. I dug my fingers into his back and scraped his skin lightly with my nails. My heart started to pound in my chest and I could feel the area between my legs growing warm and damp. Carson was so muscular that I could barely fit my arms around him comfortably. I hugged him tightly and then pulled my head back and looked into his eyes.

 

“I want you,” I whispered quietly.

 

Carson leaned close, bridging the distance between us. He was so near to me that his eyes merged into one giant Cyclops eye. Leaning closer, he pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, pulling him as close as I could. Carson’s mouth was warm and salty, and I opened my lips, letting him slip his tongue inside of my mouth. He tasted a little like wood and tobacco, and I eagerly slipped my tongue against his before pulling away and nibbling at his plump lower lip. For a man, Carson had incredibly sensual lips. They were full and lush, and kissing him was making my whole body feel hot. As our kiss deepened, Carson let his hand slip to my ass. The familiar feeling of him squeezing my flesh tightly made me cry out into his mouth. Carson chuckled and pulled away.

 

“Where’s your bedroom?”

 

“Find it,” I whispered into his neck. “Carry me.”

 

Without replying, Carson slipped his arms under my body and picked me up as though I weighed nothing at all. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling myself sway and dip dangerously close to the ground. Carson’s stride was so long that it was almost like being carried by a horse. As he walked through my apartment, he kicked my bedroom door open. It slammed against the wall, and Carson strode inside, bearing me. When we got to my bed, I clung onto him as he lay me down. Carson crawled on top of me and resumed our kiss.

 

We kissed for so long that I felt like my lips were being flayed. As his tongue explored and caressed the inside of my mouth, I closed my eyes and moaned softly. “Carson,” I moaned. “Carson, that feels so good.” His bulky weight on top of me was both soothing and arousing, and as we kissed, he trailed his hands down the sides of my body. I shivered as his touch awakened every cell, every nerve. Being with Carson was like sensory overload; I couldn’t imagine how he would know how to please my body. His touch was perfect: not too heavy, and not too light. It was amazing, and I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until Carson pulled away.

 

He got to his hands and knees and looked at me. “You sure this is okay?”

 

I nodded. “I want to,” I said. “Don’t you believe me?”

 

Carson nodded. “I just wanted to make sure,” he said, looking away.

 

I blushed. I realized that a guy like Carson probably didn’t put as much emphasis on consent as a lot of other people would, and it made me feel special that he was going out of his way to make sure that I was okay with what we were doing. It almost made him feel like a boyfriend, not just a random hookup.

 

Carson crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his shirt off. He was covered in tattoos; some old, some new, some so obscure I didn’t know what they meant. I watched as the muscles rippled across his back when he tossed his shirt on the floor. A shiver of desire went through me. Carson locked his gaze with me and crawled back over my body, nuzzling at my chin and neck. When I arched my back, he placed little kisses all over my exposed skin, biting at me with his teeth. Little shocks of pleasure and pain flooded me body and I closed my eyes and moaned softly, letting the sensations overtake me. For a moment, I wasn’t me. I wasn’t Caroline Wagner. I was someone else; someone in control of her life. Someone who knew how to please a man like Carson.

 

“I want you,” Carson growled. He got to his hands and knees again and pulled me into a sitting position. Before I could resist, he tugged my shirt off and over my head. When he unclasped my bra with one hand and tossed it on the floor, I felt shivers. Carson stared at my naked chest for a few seconds before licking his lips and coming closer. He caressed my naked breasts with a gentle touch and then leaned in to suck on one of my nipples. The sensation was exquisitely intense, and I cried out in pleasure.

 

As Carson continued to lick and suck at my body, I moaned loudly and closed my eyes. Little bursts of electricity were shooting through my limbs, and I had the incredible feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I could feel that my pussy was starting to get wet, and I wriggled my hips around excitedly. When the damp fabric of my panties rubbed against me, I moaned. It felt so good. I hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time.

 

Carson bit me harder, and I cried out as pain overtook me. But in a few seconds, the pain faded into the most delicious pleasure. I dug my fingers into Carson blond hair and tugged as he continued his ministrations on my nipples. When he pulled his head up and glanced at me, I gasped and begged and pleaded for him to start again. Instead, Carson shot me a wicked grin and trailed his mouth down my belly. I watched as he nuzzled and tugged at the waistband of my jeans with his teeth. Looking into his eyes, I nodded. Carson reached down and with deft fingers, undid the snap, and eased my jeans over my hips.

 

When I was left clad in a pair of black cotton panties, I looked up at him. Carson was trailing his eyes over my body, drinking in every inch. I blushed; I hadn’t had someone inspect me this thoroughly in a long time. He slipped his hands between my legs and pushed them apart until I was almost spread-eagled on the bed. I moaned softly as Carson rubbed his face against the crotch of my panties, inhaling my scent with shameless admiration. I felt my blush deepen into a crimson red as he closed his eyes and moaned, nuzzling me through the damp fabric. Darts of pleasure swam through my whole body and it felt like a warm coil was starting to heat in my lower belly. I moaned and ground my hips against his face, desperate for more stimulation. The feel of his breath coming in through my panties was ticklish but pleasurable, and I wanted more. I wanted him to play me like an instrument, to make my body sing.

 

Carson pulled the material of my panties to the side. He licked his lips as he stared between my legs, and I lay back on the bed and tangled my hands in his hair. I felt his fingers gently tracing the seam between my leg and my body, and I shivered, wriggling so his fingers would land closer to the mark. Anticipation and nervousness racked my frame as Carson slowly pushed a warm finger inside of me. I could feel how wet I was; there was a spot slowly growing beneath us on the bed.

 

As he lowered his face to my pussy and gently began to lick, electricity shot through me in bolts. His mouth felt incredibly good, and he soon found my clit and began licking it in slow, torturous strokes. Every time his tongue touched my swollen flesh, I cried out and dug my fingers into his scalp. Carson blew cool air on my pussy, and I shivered. As he pumped his finger in and out of me, he began to suck on my clit until I was howling with pleasure. Just as I felt my orgasm building, he stopped abruptly and pulled away. My heart was slamming against my chest, and I felt my breath coming in damp bursts. Carson grinned when he saw how disheveled I was.

 

“You taste good,” he said in a gruff voice as he got to his hands and knees. I watched as he wiped the back of his mouth with a massive hand. “You’re delicious.”

 

I shivered. “Come here,” I whispered. Carson crawled over my body and kissed me savagely. I licked my scent and my taste off of his mouth until I could feel my wetness smeared across my chin. It was so raw, so intimate, that I thought I was going to come just from kissing. I trailed my hands down Carson’s body and fumbled at the snap of his jeans. A massive erection was sticking out in the front; I could feel it rubbing against my hip. It made me a little nervous to think about how Carson would feel when he first entered me. It had been a few months since I’d last had sex, and he felt absolutely massive. I wondered if it would hurt, then decided I didn’t care. I wanted him anyway. I wanted him so much that I thought I was going to burst.

 

Gently, I pushed Carson onto his back and got to my knees. Tugging off my panties, I tossed them onto the floor and got to work pulling down his jeans. When he was clad only in briefs, I rubbed the bulge straining the front of them. His cock was massive and so veiny, I could feel it through the fabric of his underwear. Carson groaned. He reached down to grab my hand and began stroking himself with it; I felt a little shiver of pleasure run through my body when I saw his eyes roll back in his head.

 

Carson groaned and pulled his cock out of his briefs, sliding them down his legs and kicking then off. I had to stop and stare. Naked, he was so beautiful. The muscles of his body stood out and I flicked my gaze over the tattoos that covered his bare skin. His cock stood straight out from his body, and when I saw how thick it was, I gasped. Imagining him sliding inside of me was pleasurable, and I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

 

Without warning, Carson grabbed my wrists and flipped me on my back. He crawled in between my legs and looked me in the eyes. I swallowed hard and blinked, meeting his gaze with intensity. I felt his cock brushing up against my labia, and I shivered with anticipation. Carson stared at me in a way that made me feel completely naked, as if he could see my soul, or all of the organs in my body. He licked his lips and leaned down to kiss me, gently nudging my lips apart and slipping his tongue inside.

 

As the kiss deepened, I felt his hands trace down my body. He spread my legs apart and lowered his hips until the fat head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to my pussy. Carson groaned softly and grabbed a hold of my hips. I braced myself for pain but feeling him push into me was amazing. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, relishing the feeling of his massive cock filling my body.

 

Carson started to thrust in and out, hard, and he was grunting and gripping me so hard that I felt a bruise forming. As his cock moved in and out, I moaned and arched my back. Every time he slammed into me, I felt his pubic bone rub against my clit. It was heavenly; when I closed my eyes, stars and fireworks exploded across my vision. Carson used his other hand to grab my wrists and pin them above my head. I could feel the delicate bones grinding together as he pushed himself up and fucked me wildly. Every time he slammed inside of me, little explosions burst in my belly. I moaned his name loudly and bit my lip, thrashing my head to the side. For a moment, there was nothing. It was just us, us moving together, us fucking, and us as one.

 

When I opened my eyes, Carson was staring at me. I blushed and shivered and moaned loudly as he thrust in extra-hard. He grunted, and I felt sweat drip from his forehead and land on my face. Together, we arched and screamed and came. As my orgasm ripped through me, I saw explosions of color flash across my line of sight. Every muscle in my body tensed painfully, and then released in a burst of ecstasy that hit me over and over until I was hoarse from crying out. Carson dug his fingers so hard into my skin that I felt his nails tear me open. He grunted and thrust so hard that I saw stars, before tensing and shaking. Inside of me, I felt his cock jerk and pulse, then gush into me.

 

Carson collapsed on top of me, exhausted. He let out a big breath before rolling over onto his side. The air between us suddenly felt awkward and heavy. I looked at the ceiling and waited for him to say something. The only sound in the room was that of our ragged breaths. I could smell our musk in the air: heady and potent. If Carson hadn’t been watching, I would have buried my face in the sheets just to smell us.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said, wincing when I heard my voice. It came out as a high squeak.

 

“Good,” Carson said. He rolled closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, snuggling up tightly. His body radiated heat—he was like a furnace come to life. His breath warmed my chilly shoulders. When Carson felt how cold I was, he pulled a blanket over me. “How can you be cold?” he teased. “I’m gonna overheat or something,” he added, fanning himself comically.

 

I laughed, a short nervous sound. “I’m always cold,” I told him. “Especially my hands and my feet.” I put my foot up against his bare leg. “See?”

 

Carson jumped and cried out. “Damn, woman!” He shot me a look and I giggled, for real this time. “You’re freezing,” he observed, wrapping the blanket around me more tightly.

 

“I’m fine now,” I said sweetly. Carson wrapped his arm around me. For a long time, we didn’t talk, and when I looked over at him, he’d fallen asleep.

 

Even though I should have been exhausted from my emotional outburst and the sex, I wasn’t. I felt like getting up and cleaning, or going out for a run. I had more energy than I’d had in days. Weeks, even. Just being with Carson made me feel invigorated. And it wasn’t entirely good; a lot of the time, I wanted to slap him. But in bed, he’d been amazing. I’d known that he was going to be good, but that was the kind of sex that I hadn’t had in ages.

 

I shivered as I thought about how he’d taken control of my body and made me his. I blushed when I thought about the way I’d moaned, desperate for pleasure. Carson had been an incredible lover. It was almost like he could read my mind. I wondered what he’d thought of me.

 

Carson started to snore loudly and I gently slipped his arm off me. For a moment I thought he was going to wake, but instead he rolled onto his stomach and planted his face in my pillow. I pulled the blanket back and looked at his amazingly sculpted body. His ass and thighs were incredibly muscular, and I felt my heart start to pound as I looked at his naked shape on the bed.

 

Slipping into a robe, I padded into the kitchen and sat down at the table. With a lump in my throat I realized it might not be mine for much longer. I had no idea how Carson planned to help me. And what if it was too late?

 

I shook my head. He had to help me. That was it. And I knew that without his help, I’d be in more trouble than ever.