Page 66 of Released from the Sin Bin

“You know I don’t like that word.” I punch his arm, making him stumble back.

“And you know, I like it when you hit me.” He smirks and comes right back between my legs.

“Carter, I’m serious.” I hold his shoulders back to stop him with his thumbs tucked into the waistband of my shorts. “We’re just friends. We can’t do this.”

“Exactly. We’re friends.” He nods with a determined look in his eyes. “We’ve already had sex, and that hasn’t changed.” His shoulders relax and his forehead falls against mine. “But I can’t sit around and do nothing, letting you believe anything that cock-stain told you to be true. I’ll tell you over and over again, last night was the best sex I’ve ever had. Drunk or not, it’s never been that good. And now, I’m going to prove that your vagina doesn’t smell, no matter how sweaty you are.”

I let what he’s saying sink in. There’s been so many things Vic has said that I waved off, but they’re also the things that made me stick around. It made me feel like I couldn’t do better. Like I wasn’t good enough for him or anyone else.

“Do you promise to be honest? Even if it smells like old cheese or a dead fish?”

Carter throws his head back in a laugh. “I promise.” He tightens his grip on my shorts.

“And this changes nothing between us, right?” I stop him from pulling them down. “We’re still just friends?”

He nods to agree with me, but waits for me to give the ok to continue. “Are you ok with that? I would never want to hurt you.”

“Yes,” I agree.

We had sex and I still feel nothing.

I don’t feel that same spark I felt when I first met Vic. But I care about Carter and I always will.

I lean back and lift my hips for him to pull my shorts off. He doesn’t bother removing my boot and lets them hang off my leg.

“Aw, you shaved for me.” He teases with a sly smirk.

“Jerk.” The slap to his arm is met with a soft groan from his chest.

We’ll have to decipher his reaction to being slapped another time, but everyone has their kinks.

He leans in slowly, taking his time to run his nose up my thigh. By the time he gets to my center, I’m leaning back with my eyes rolling closed.

With a long, exaggerated whiff, he breathes in.

“So fucking good,” He groans and goes back in for another. “Is that cherry?”

“Mmhmm,” I try to hold back the moan that comes out when I answer him. “My body wash is Cherry Blossom.”

“Mmm.” He runs his nose up my slit with a soft hum.

“How…” My breath is coming out in short pants. “How does it taste?”

Oh god, what am I doing? This wasn’t what we talked about, but if he doesn’t stick his tongue on me, I may die.

Carter’s chest heaves before he leans back down. His knuckles whiten against the hard cushion as another soft moan hums against my clit.

His tongue slides up the entire length of my slit. “Salty.”

“Carter.” I want to tell him to stop. It’s too much, too good, but I don’t want him to stop. The words are caught in my chest and I let him go in for more.

“Sweet.” He sucks me in with a flick. “With a hint of that smoky cherry flavor.”

He looks up, seeing what a mess I’ve become with the minimal amount of pressure he’s giving me.

“You taste so fucking good.” Without breaking eye contact, he reaches in and swipes his finger up the line. “Here,” he holds it out an inch from my lip. “See for yourself.”

I hesitate but part my lips for him to slip his finger in. My tongue hits the tip and I pucker around it to suck it in. I’m not sure what I’m tasting, but my hips lift, feeling an arousal flow from the taste buds stimulating the nerve endings in my core.

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