Page 36 of With This Ring

“See something you like?” Carter asks, stopping just out of reach. This shower is large enough and has enough shower heads that he could stay on his side and I stay on mine, but it’s obvious Carter isn’t having any of that.

I take another lazy perusal of his body, not missing an inch of skin. I do like what I see. There’s no denying how fucking sexy he is.

After staring at his body for an indescribable amount of time, I raise my gaze to his eyes. “Yes.”

Carter raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile curving his lips. “Yeah? Show me.”

I close the distance between us and lower myself to my knees. Looking up at him, I sit back on my heels and open my mouth. I’m taking a chance by lowering myself before Carter so readily. So easily. My brain is telling me not to kneel for him, but my body wants it. I want him in my mouth. But will he give me shit about it? Will he fuck with me for giving myself over to him?

The filthy smile and flash of heat in those azure eyes wipes away all my apprehension. He’s not taunting me, he’s reveling in me being on my knees for him. Something unfurls in my chest. It’s the first time I’ve felt like I’ve done something right. The first time I feel like someone might be…proudof me.

Carter steps forward, dragging his fingers in my hair. “Look at you. So pretty on your knees for me.” A jolt goes through me at his compliment and my dick lengthens impossibly fast.

Pretty?I’m not sure why my body reacted the way it did to that one word. It’s simple really. Six tiny letters, but they do something to me that I didn’t think possible. My cheeks warm and I feel the warmth spread all the way down my chest. I’m probably beet red, and it has nothing to do with the temperature of the shower.

Carter catches my reaction, tilting his head to the side. “You like being pretty for me?”

Almost in a daze, I nod slowly. God, I hope he doesn’t use this to embarrass me. But I’m too far gone to worry about it right now.

“Good,” he murmurs, sliding his dick across my tongue. “I like you being pretty for me. I like you on your knees for me. Close your mouth around me.” I do what he says, sucking on the head of his cock. A groan leaves me when his precum floods my mouth.

God, he tastes so fucking good. I want more.

Grabbing the base of his cock, I start to bob my head up and down, sucking him deeper and deeper until my nose presses against his trimmed pubes.

“Fuck,” Carter says when my throat spasms as I gag. “Deep throating me, baby? Fuck yes.”

Carter rocks into my mouth, pulling more groans from deep within me that I didn’t think were there.

All my life, I’ve been the aggressive one, the one to fuck someone’s throat or take them hard. Even when I bottomed, I was always in charge, always the one running the show. With Carter, it’s the complete opposite and I can’t get enough. I didn’t know this side of me existed and it scares the shit out of me,making me more wary of opening myself up to Carter. But it feels so fucking good.

Something else that will do my head in when I really think about it.

His fingers tangle in my hair, the digits stroking across my scalp as he fucks into my face. I clamp my mouth tighter around him, bobbing my head as I raise my hand to stroke him from base to tip. Carter hisses, using his fingers in my hair to tip my head back. “Your mouth is fucking deadly, my pretty baby. You’re gonna make me come. Slow down.”

I don’t slow down. I want to taste him. My prize is the eruption of his pleasure, and I want it on my tongue, down my throat, warming my belly.

While maintaining eye contact with him—so I can see the expressions on his face as I bring him pleasure—I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking it over the small space just below his cockhead. Carter’s eyes darken, and he bites his lip, dragging the plump flesh into his mouth.

I pull his dick from between my lips and slap it against my tongue, moaning as the heavy weight lands over and over.

“Filthy boy,” he murmurs, soft pants leaving his mouth. “I’m going to come if you keep this up.”

“That’s what I’m counting on,” I tell him in a scratchy voice from his rough throat fucking.

Engulfing his dick in my mouth once more, I suck on him faster, wanting to draw that release from him. I need it like my next breath.

Carter gets a better grip on my hair—being careful of my stitches—and thrusts harder into my face. My throat will be sore from how he’s fucking it, but I don’t care. His spend will make it better.

Looking up at him, I see how the muscles of his neck stand out in sharp relief and how the veins in his arms are engorgedfrom how he’s gripping at my head. His chest rises and falls quickly and sharp groans leave his throat. His curses fill the air, wrapping around me like a hug.

For the first time in a long time, I feel powerful. I feel like I hold someone’s pleasure in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve needed to drive someone wild.

“You gonna swallow for me?” He asks, picking up the pace. “Want to taste me?”

I flick my eyes up to him, hoping he understands that yes, I fucking want it.

He does.

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