I let her stand on shaky legs, and she leads me upstairs—second door on the right, just like she said earlier. Her bedroom is soft and feminine, all light colors and comfortable-looking furniture, with a big bed covered in way too many pillows.
She climbs onto the bed, and I watch her ass as she moves, watch the way her body curves and flows. She's fucking gorgeous, and she's here with me, wanting this as much as I do.
I shrug out of my jacket, toss it on a chair. Pull my shirt over my head and watch her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, the scars from old fights, the tattoos that are remnants of my old life, the body I've kept in shape because in my world, weakness gets you killed.
"Jesus," she breathes. "You're—"
"Scared?" I ask, suddenly uncertain. Some women like the dangerous look. Some run from it.
"No." She's staring at my chest, at my abs, at the V of muscle that disappears into my jeans. "You're beautiful. Like, intimidatingly beautiful."
I huff out a laugh. "Never been called beautiful before."
"Well, you are." She's sitting on the edge of the bed now, reaching for me. "Come here."
I move toward her, and her hands immediately go to my belt, unbuckling it with fumbling fingers. She's nervous again, I can tell, but also eager. The combination is fucking adorable.
I help her, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper. The relief is immediate as some of the pressure eases, but I'm still rock hard, my cock tenting my boxer briefs.
Alice stares at the bulge, and I watch her throat work as she swallows.
"You can touch," I tell her. "If you want."
She does. Her hand comes up, palming me through the fabric, and even that light touch makes me groan.
"Fuck, Alice."
"You're big," she says, almost to herself. Her hand wraps around me as best it can through the boxer briefs, squeezing gently. "Really big."
"You can take it," I assure her, though my voice comes out rougher than I intended. "We'll make sure you're ready."
I hook my thumbs in my jeans and boxer briefs and push them down together, stepping out of them along with my boots. And then I'm standing completely naked in front of her, my cock jutting out hard and thick.
Alice's eyes are huge, staring at my cock like she's never seen one before. Maybe she hasn't seen one like mine. I know I'm bigger than average, thicker too, and it's been an issue with some women in the past.
"Still want this?" I ask, giving her an out even though it might actually kill me to stop now.
Chapter 9 - Alice
If I want this?
I fucking need it.
I'm still trembling from the orgasm he just gave me. The most intense orgasm of my entire life, and I'm already dripping wet again, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
And his cock... Jesus Christ, his cock.
It's massive. Thick and long, curving slightly upward. I've never seen anything like it. My ex was average at best, and the one guy before him wasn't much better. But Carter? Carter is going to split me in half, and I can't wait.
"I'm ready," I tell him, and my voice comes out breathy and desperate in a way that should embarrass me. "I'm so ready. I need you to fuck me, Carter. Please."
"Say that again," he commands, his voice rough.
"I need you to fuck me." The words come easier this time, more confident. Because with Carter, I don't feel like I have to hide. Don't feel like my desire is too much or too desperate or anything but exactly what it is. "I need your cock inside me. Need to feel you stretching me, filling me. Please, Carter."
"Fuck." He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, and I watch mesmerized. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me," I challenge, surprising myself with my boldness. "Come here."
