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Chuckling, sir pushes two fingers into Carter’s mouth and goes back to nibbling and licking his nipples. Carter doesn’t have to be told what to do. He immediately starts to suck on the fingers, acting as if they’re dirty and he’s determined to get them clean. He doesn’t even consider where the fingers will be heading until they’re pulled from his mouth and pressed between his ass cheeks.
Sir doesn’t give Carter time to react. He just pushes past Carter’s loose rim and buries both fingers deep inside him. The man sucks bruises into Carter’s neck as his fingers twist and turn, searching. Carter tries to prepare himself, but there’s truly no way to prepare for the moment sir’s fingers brush along the most sensitive part of him.
“Oooh, god!” Carter cries, his hips bucking.
“Not God, just sir.” Sir chuckles at his own cheesy joke, then nips at Carter’s earlobe. Carter’s ears have always been sensitive, just sir breathing on them gets him going, so the bite has him moaning like a damn whore. Which, he supposes, he is one. He feels like one at least, getting hard for the man who bought him like an animal. The man who turned him into a slave. The man who raped him – multiple times now.
“Get out of your head, sweetheart.” Sir brings a hand up to Carter’s throat, pressing down enough to show his strength but not so much that Carter can’t breathe. Their eyes lock. There’s something impossibly powerful about seeing the man like he is, flushed and panting, coming apart because of Carter.
Carteris making sir feel like this.
Carteris pleasing sir, just by letting sir please him.
Sir was right. Carterislucky. He should be grateful.
Taking a chance, Carter tilts his chin up and skates his lips across sir’s. He stares up at sir after, trying to gauge his reaction. Sir blinks once before his eyes fill with something dangerous. His hand leaves Carter’s throat and goes to his hair, taking a fistful to hold Carter in place against the mattress. Then sir fuckingdevoursCarter’s mouth while his fingers drive Carter crazy.
It’s not long at all before Carter is whining and begging, humping up against sir to try to get some relief for his aching, untouched cock. The fingers are too much inside him, yet not enough. Not nearly enough.
“Please,” Carter gasps, bucking his hips unsteadily. “Please, sir!”
“Please what?” sir asks in amusement.
“Just – I don’t know.” Carter shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. He thinks he knows what he wants, but he’llneverlet himself ask for it. No way.
Sir grinds their naked cocks together, chuckling against the shell of Carter’s ear when Carter moans. “Do you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart? Do you want me to show you how good it could be if you’d just let go for me?”
Carter nods without meaning to, tears burning his eyes. If sir notices them, he doesn’t say.
Using his obvious strength and size difference, sir easily maneuvers them on the bed until sir is sitting up against the headboard, Carter straddling his lap like he was earlier in the entertainment room.
“Then ride me,” sir says in a low, growly voice. The man watches Carter with a heady expression. Carter gets a sick thrill out of it. “Make yourself come on my cock, sweetheart.”
Shivering at the juxtaposition of the pet name with sir’s dark, dangerous voice, Carter lifts up and reaches back a hand to take sir’s cock. Sir keeps his hands on the mattress as he watches Carter do all the work. Hoping to take advantage of how aroused and pleased the man seems to be right now, Carter asks, “Can I spit on it first, sir?”
“No.” Sir fists Carter’s hair and pushes him down so he’s at a sharp angle, his ass in the air and his mouth against the damp crease of sir’s groin. “But you can suck it first.”
“Thank you, sir,” Carter whispers, meaning every ounce of it. He takes sir’s cock in his hand, allowing himself to admire it for just a second. It’s just as big as Carter had previously thought, but it has a sort of beauty to it. It’s not like those monstrous, veiny things you see in porn. It’s still velvet smooth, the head nearly purple even though sir just came a little while ago.
When Carter licks sir for the first time, a part of him is almost sad when he realizes the man smells and tastes differently than usual. It’s the same spicy, woodsy, rum scent that he always has from his soap, but too strong. There’s none of his natural musk beneath it. None of the distinct things that make sirsir.
Jesus, Carter, you’re fucked up.
Carter shoves away the thought, deciding to analyze it after he gets his much-deserved orgasm. Or maybe never at all.Because sir is right, isn’t he? What the hell is the point?
“Good boy.” Sir releases his grip on Carter’s hair, rubbing whorls into his abused scalp as Carter messily laps at his cock and balls. The praise feels so damn good that Carter moans. The pleased hum the sound earns him from sir erases nearly all guilt Carter feels at being so happy and turned on in the moment. Any leftover guilt gets shoved into the same spot his thoughts ofJesus, Carter, you’re fucked upwere just shoved. No guilt is currently welcome. Especially not when sir continues to pet and praise him so nicely. “That’s it. Good. Good fucking boy. Now come ride my cock, sweetheart. Come show me how grateful you are. Make yourself feel good.”
Desperate to show sir exactly that, Carter scrambles back up to straddle him. Sir holds his cock straight for Carter so all he has to do is sink down onto it. With his slobber all over the thing, it’s much easier to take. There’s still some pinching and burning, but it’s more pleasure than pain this time.
Unable to help himself, Carter sighs happily when sir’s cock is fully seated inside him. It feels so different than before. He doesn’t know if it’s the preparation, or the lack of audience, or what, but he knows he’s going to take advantage of it in case it never feels like this again.
The issue, of course, is that Carter has never done this. Hell, before sir, he was avirgin. He has no idea what he’s doing. None.
Suddenly feeling clumsy and unsure, Carter tries to lift himself up. It’s much harder without sir guiding him like he had in the entertainment room. Carter’s hips stutter. He flinches when sir’s hands come to rest on his waist, but relaxes when he sees sir’s soft smile.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.” Carter follows the order, already feeling better now that he has something to hold. “Good boy.”
When sir tugs at his hips, Carter lifts with him. It’s still awkward, clumsy, but each roll of Carter’s hips against sir gets easier. His movements grow steadier. Slow. Even. Wanting to impress sir, to show how grateful he is, Carter tightens his grip on sir’s shoulders and picks up the pace. It makes sir smile. A nice smile. Not mocking or dangerous. Warm. Kind.Fond.
