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“Friends…. with benefits,” I clarify. His hold on my face tightens and I swallow. “It’s all I can offer at the moment.”
Carson’s calculating gaze roams over my face, but his smirk doesn’t falter. I’m sure he thinks he can talk me out of it. But I want time to myself where I’m not tied to anyone.
“Deal,” he says. Then his lips are on mine. He picks me up, and I wrap my arms around his neck as our kiss deepens.
The mattress is soft against my back as he settles over me. My fingers unbutton his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders and down to unbuckle his pants. Our tongues dance with each other as he squeezes my ass, rocking into my center between my open legs.
Carson kneels back, kicking down his pants and briefs. I snap my bra and fling it off, his mouth immediately descending on my breasts. I curl my hand around his smooth, thick erection and stroke him as he moves back over me.
He twists my thong, snapping it off my body. Then his fingers plunge inside me and I rock into his hand.
“You’re already so wet for me,” Carson growls into my chest.
“I need you,” I beg.
His cock swells in my hand, and he pulls his fingers out, sucking them into his mouth. The dark, unfiltered heat in his eyes makes my pussy throb.
“Line us up, baby.”
I notch his crown at my entrance, and he catches my hands as I slide them up his chest. We both groan as he surges forward, filling me with one deep thrust.
His fingers lace through mine, resting our hands above my head. My foot is notched over his waist as he moves inside me. He kisses across my collarbone as his hips never stop pumping. My eyes roll back as Carson Vitale fucks me with such burning intensity, it scares me and the heart I’m determined to protect from anyone else.
I’ve never felt such intimacy with someone. The slow and measured pace with our bodies plastered to each other has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. His lips skim up my neck before he captures my mouth and I moan, squeezing his fingers tighter.
There is no doubt that Carson could take me to pound town and I would love that just as much. But I never want this to end. I can live with him buried in between my legs like this forever.
“Carson…” I gasp out when he does a particularly deep thrust, setting sparks straight from my clit up to my belly.
“I’ve imagined how you’d feel so much over the years,” he whispers into my ear. His soft pants fan across my face.
“Oh god,” I clamp down on him, exploding as my body trembles. I know my knuckles must be white with how hard I’m holding onto him.
He grunts. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”
Carson thrusts through my orgasm, his chest falling faster as he slams into me a few more strokes before burying his cock as deep as he can. It becomes impossibly bigger as he spills inside me. The warmth of his cum filling me has me shuddering.
We lie there, still stuck together till our breathing calms and his hands move to wrap around my waist. He holds me tight against him as he rolls onto his back. I try to shift my leg higher on his hip, but he grabs onto it to keep me in place.
“Don’t. I want to stay inside you till I’m ready for the next round,” he mutters against my forehead.
My skin flushes with arousal, and my pussy throbs, causing some of our mess to leak out. His fingers reach between my legs, gathering it up blindly and pushing it back inside me. I gasp at his fingers sliding against his cock, stretching me further.
“Hmm. I don’t think I’ll want to get over this any time soon,” he admits, the sleepy confession making my stomach flutter. Carson caresses down my back, and I relax into his chest.
A sense of peace settles in my bones like this is where I was meant to end up. And that honestly terrifies me. And before sleep claims me, I realize that I had been so caught up in him that I forgot to record us.
Coffee and Confessions
I trace Carson’s jaw, his soft sleeping expression making him more handsome. Kissing his cheek, I get out of bed carefully and take a shower. As quietly as I can, I throw my hair up in a bun, put on some leggings and a sweatshirt, and I’m out the door in less than twenty minutes. It’s barely seven am, and I need to get to the high school before Oliver leaves.
Thankfully, the parking lot is pretty empty as I make my way to the gymnasium. I can see the last of the players coming from the locker rooms, probably hoping to grab some breakfast before school starts.
His office door is open, and I knock on the frame, holding out a cup of coffee when he looks up at me.
Oliver leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. I shift on my feet, walk into the room, close the door behind me, and sit across from him. I put his coffee on the desk and lean back in my chair, staring back at him.
His eyes take in my appearance and his lips twitch into a half-smile. “You look good, Jen.”
