Page 118 of The Gaybor War

Carter kisses me again, slower this time, tasting faintly of tequila and mint and trouble. His tongue slides sinfully with mine, our lips making wet noises as we devour each other.

His hand slides up my thigh while mine hooks behind his neck, keeping him close because apparently, I’ve become attached to breathing the same air as this man.

He pulls back and drags in a breath.

"You’re staring again," I breathe against his mouth.

"You’re pretty."

The answer comes so easily it catches me off guard.

I blink at him. "Wow. You really are gone for me."

The teasing fades as he leans his forehead against mine, grounding us both. The room feels quieter despite the racing pulse in my ears.

"You tell me if you need anything," he says softly.

That unbearable tenderness is my undoing. I brush my fingers through the back of his hair, trying to smile past the sudden ache in my chest. "Careful, Carter. Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to start thinking this means something."

His expression softens instantly. "Benji."

And just hearing my name like that—warm, certain, affectionate—does something catastrophic to my heart. So naturally, I ruin the moment.

"If you get too sweet, I will cry, and then nobody gets laid."

Carter huffs a laugh against my mouth. "Good to know where the line is."

Then he kisses me again, hand tightening gently on my thigh, and this time I let myself stop thinking long enough to simply feel it—warm hands, tangled sheets, soft laughter between kisses, and the startling realization that this doesn’t feel reckless anymore.

It feels right.

His hands are soon replaced by his mouth, trailing kisses down my thighs. He licks my sac, then follows it with a stream of cool breath. My body shivers beneath his mouth as he sucks one nut, then the other into his mouth, lightly stroking them with his tongue.

Before I can recover, he sucks the head of my dick between his lips. He teases me with wicked licks and soft slurps until I’m begging.

"Take the whole thing. Swallow all eight inches."

The suction of his mouth breaks momentarily as he leans his head against my thigh and laughs.

"Eight? More like six and a half at best."

"Rude. Less talking, more blowing."

Carter takes me deep in his throat before sliding back up to the tip, eyes focused on me the entire time.

I can’t look away. His swollen lips stretched around my dick is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

"Lube, please."

He reaches for the tube and drizzles a dollop into his hand, rubbing them together to warm them before sliding his fingers over my hole. My slutty self moans and opens for him, inviting him deeper. Carter slides one long finger, then two, inside me, stroking slowly. He watches his fingers disappear in my ass, then flicks his gaze up to watch my reaction. His eyes sparkle with tequila and lust.

I want this man to obliterate my guts.

I bend my knees until they touch my ears, exposing my hole completely. Carter’s tongue snakes out to lick the strawberry flavor from my skin. His warm strokes over my hole have my breathing coming fast and shallow.

Jesus Christ, I’m panting like a dog begging for his bone.

"I’m ready," I blurt, on the edge of desire and combustion.