Page 96 of Melt His Heart

“Please do whatever you want to me.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He teases, licking my ear as he grinds down against me. I’m going to fucking die. I need everything all at once. Carson leaves a trail of heat after every inch of me he tastes.

“Please…Carson.” I beg, arching into him.

He snaps, pulling back onto his knees before he starts stripping me of any clothing between us. I lift my hips so he can pull my pants and underwear off at the same time, leaving me completely bare. The exposed skin of my body warms as Carson stares down at me with a look I’ve never seen on him before.

I wish I knew what he was thinking. It’s so embarrassing. So I reach for his shirt to even the playing field, and he tugs it off. Now that’s better. His body is perfect in every way; his shoulders are so wide, every single minute he spends in the gym is on display. After removing the rest of his clothing, he goes back to gazing at me.

It feels like he’s studying my naked body.

“Carson….”

“You’re so good just like this,” he smirks, “but there’s something I need to see,” he says, leaving me on the bed, confused.

Carson walks over to my closet and pulls out a shirt, his jersey, the number eighty-eight in red on the back. He gave it to me, claiming that me having it was one of his good luck charms, hockey players and their weird superstitions. My mouth falls open as he comes back to the bed and helps me get into it. The shirt is huge on me, falling to right above my knees.

Carson says nothing, but the lust in his gaze is absolutely suffocating. I want it to choke me.

I want him to choke me.

He leans down and laps at my lips, and I open up for him instantly. I want to savor this kiss for the rest of my life. He pulls away and swipes his thumb across my cheek.

“Do you have lube?” He says, his voice dangerously low.

“Yeah.” I breathe out. I point to where it is on the nightstand.

“Prepared are we?” He chuckles, and I look away, feeling a little shy.

He reaches over, grabbing the tube and coating his fingers with some of it while I watch. I swallow nervously when he grabs my thighs and pushes them forward a bit, his jersey bunching up around my chest. Carson leans down over me, putting his face in the crook of my neck again as his fingers find my entrance. He circles a few times before pressing into me, my back arching from the motion.

“Relax your body for me, baby.” He kisses my neck, and I try to relax, but it feels a bit weird. I’ve never had someone else’s finger inside me. I focus on him kissing along my ear and neck so much, I barely feel the second finger entering me. Carson moves both digits in and out, my body chasing his fingers as it starts to feel good.

“Look at you, need more?” He hums in my ear.

“Please, Carson…” I gasp.

He removes his fingers and coats his dick with lube. I’m going to pass out because I can’t believe it’s going to fit. I know it will, but still. I also can’t believe my body feels like it’s going to fall apart if I don’t get him inside me right now. I’m so painfully hard.

“Hurry,” I whine beneath him, and he just smirks down at me before pushing my thighs against my chest. He positions his dick at my entrance, pressing in with a long groan.

“Fuck…” Carson gasps.

Fuck is exactly it. I try to relax and take him as he pushes in further slowly, but I can’t deny it stings a little. I let out a small gasp, reaching up to grasp his bicep when he nudges past another tight ring.

“You ok, baby?” He asks.

I nod, and he kisses me deep, giving me a minute before continuing to inch into my body until I’ve taken all of him inside me.

I feel so full. My mind so completely gone that I can only nod when he asks me if I’m ready.

Carson’s thrusts start slow and shallow, my body growing used to them with every motion. He grips my thighs and starts pushing into me faster and deeper the minute I open up.

Just for him.

I’m shivering in bliss, my eyes rolling back as he fucks into me harder.

“Carson…” I whimper, covering my face with my arm, embarrassed by how I might look right now. But he snatches my arm away and pins them both above my head by my wrist.