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We approached the gate to my residence, and I handed Carson the keycard from my wallet to gain entry.
“Fancy,” he observed.
“Take a left after the gate. I’m in the tower.” The subdivision was divided into three sections—condominiums, townhomes, and large single-family estates. The condos were located in a tall cylindrical tower that rose up thirty floors. It had unbeatable views over the river and ocean. My condo faced the city skyline, but I could see the river and the ocean in my peripheral views off the balcony.
When we parked in front of the building, Carson turned off the ignition and chuckled. “It fits.”
“Excuse me?”
“This.” He gestured to the building. “You, the whole preppy-moneyed look. It fits.”
I wasn’t sure if he was complimenting me or insulting me. “Do you want to come up? I’d like to reimburse you for my dinner.”
Carson’s dark brows hitched. “I’d love to.”
I swore when he smiled like that, all dangerous and delicious, eyes twinkling, breath husky, I could hear the soundtrack of a porn movie playing in my head.
After a tense and silent elevator ride to the tenth floor, it took me three tries to unlock my door because my hands shook so badly with nerves. Carson stalled out in the foyer, whistling like he was impressed as he took it all in. My condo was decorated in neutral tones with pops of bright colors throughout. Just beyond the living room, the city glowed through a wall of glass, and to the right, the stainless steel kitchen gleamed under the recessed lights. I could guess from the look of awe on his face that his house didn’t look like this.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” I left Carson alone in the living room and disappeared into my bedroom to retrieve a wad of cash I kept tucked into my socks and underwear drawer for emergencies. I quickly brushed my teeth and checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror before returning to the living room. Carson was standing in front of the wall of glass sliding doors that opened onto my balcony.
I could tell how much he loved the view of the city. The twinkling lights reflected in his pale green eyes, making them practically glow. I was mesmerized when his gaze turned to me, locked in his stare like a deer frozen in headlights. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. Swallowing hard, I licked my suddenly dry lips as Carson stepped closer.
“How did you want to repay me?” His deep voice rumbled softly over my lips, tickling, teasing me to open for him. Carson slid his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against his hard body. He smelled like vanilla and rum, a heady, delicious combo. I wanted to drink him down deep into my soul, to mellow my nerves and quench my desire. I’d bet anything his kiss could do that to me.
His fingertips dug deeper into my flesh, like he couldn’t get close enough, and his lips brushed over mine, tasting me. Carson licked at the seam of my lips, seeking entry. My tongue snaked out to meet his, licking, nibbling, suckling at his lips and tongue, inviting him into my mouth to play. It was, without a doubt, the hottest kiss of my life. Sensual and slow, but passionate, I was liquified into a puddle of molten lava and desire. My dick ached to be caressed. I wanted to fall at his feet and beg him to use me.
Carson reached between us, palming my cock through my slacks, and I moaned at his touch. “Is this how you were going to reimburse me, Ryan?”
His warm breath tickled my throat as he sucked kisses there. “I-I w-was going to p-pay you.” Since when did I stutter? Probably when his kiss melted my brain.
“I’d rather have you like this, if I can have my choice.” He suckled on my Adam’s apple, and I felt each pull of his lips in my balls, making me whimper.
“It’s up t-to you. You can have both.” My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, gripping the hard muscles bunched beneath the surface.
“How generous of you.” Carson worked the lobe of my ear between his lips, sucking and nibbling, licking into my ear. Shivers raced down my spine, and my dick grew impossibly harder. My ear was sensitive, and it made me an easy target, like putty in his hands.
He turned my body, pressing my back against the solid glass door as he kissed down my neck, working the buttons of my polo open as he went lower. I was a mindless, jabbering mess of need as he lifted my shirt over my head. When he pinned my hands to the glass next to my head and worked me over with his mouth, I chanted his name repeatedly, my dick leaking like a broken faucet.
He reached for the belt of my pants, making quick work of it and the button, and bunched them around my knees as his mouth trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses over my thighs, over my sac, and finally closing over the swollen head of my dick. I cried out his name, my fingers tangling in his thick hair. He sucked me vigorously, going right for the base of my cock, nestling his nose in the light thatch of curls. When he pulled off, he trailed his tongue down the underside of my length, catching every ridge and vein, making me tremble.
Carson reached into his pocket to retrieve a condom and dropped his pants. He stroked his thick shaft a few times to prime it, spit in his hand and stroked it some more. “I have lube,” I suggested.
“Grab it. We’re gonna need a lot of lube.” His devilish smile made my toes curl. I ran to my bedroom, shucking the rest of my clothes in a hurry, and grabbed the bottle from my nightstand. When I returned, Carson was naked and wearing the condom.
“Come here, Ryan. I’m far from finished with you.” He beckoned me with a curled finger, and I obeyed, because how could I not? He took me in his arms, nipping at the prominent blade of my shoulder. His mouth was soft, but insistent. “Is this what you want? Me inside you?”
“More than anything.” My voice came out broken, and he smiled against my lips. Carson kissed me gently but so deep, invading and owning my mouth.
“Turn around, hands on the glass, legs spread.” He guided me into position, my cheek pressed against the cold glass, anchoring me from floating away in a lust-induced haze of euphoria. The last guy I hooked up with had been mediocre and slightly disappointing. It’d been a while since I’d had a good dicking, and something told me Carson was about to give me one I’d not soon forget.
Instead of preparing me with his fingers, he dropped to his knees, using his tongue to soften my hole. I cried out, my breath fogging up the glass in a humid cloud. The warmth and wetness of his mouth on my sensitive rim sent waves of heat through my belly. Then he stood and draped his body over my back, sliding his dick into my crease. Carson laced his fingers through mine against the glass as he dragged his cock through my cheeks, priming me. When his swollen tip caught on my rim, he pushed lightly, barely penetrating me. With each rock of his hips, he pushed inside my body another half inch. The slow invasion burned and ignited me all at once. The pain felt incredible, and I pushed back against him, meeting his shallow thrusts, hoping to gain another inch of his cock. All at once, he surged forward, nailing me to the glass, my cock smashed against it and smearing precum across the door.
“Is that what you wanted? More of my cock?” He breathed the words into my ear, making me shiver.
“Fuck me good. I can take it,” I begged, moving against him, fucking him as his arm slid around my chest, pulling me in close. His other hand gripped my hip to steady me as he joined me, matching my rhythm thrust for thrust. Carson pumped into me hard, slamming his hips into my ass, making the glass shake. When his hand moved from my chest down to my cock, he stroked me in sync with his thrusts until I shouted and came in thick spurts over the glass door.
Carson followed, digging his forehead into my shoulder as he came deep inside my body, the warmth of his seed seeping through the thin latex. After a few more strokes, he pulled out and planted a kiss on the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
