Page 27 of Until We Kiss

“Jesus, Carter.” I open my eyes to too bright light. He’s right there, and Ifeelhis energy soaking into me. I slide my palm down over his warm biceps, his muscles flexing under my touch, to his elbow. Then his forearm. Blood beats in a vein across the back of his wrist so strongly that I can feel it under my thumb.

He lets out a fractured breath as I slide my nails across his stomach.

“Have you—‍” I clear my throat, meeting his eyes again. My heart is pounding so hard it’s beating in mytongue. I mean, holy fuck. I didn’t know that was possible. “Have you ever done shit with a guy before?”

His lips press faintly. A flick of worry? “No.” His thumb tracks along the bottom of my jaw. “Butyou—‍” He sucks in a sharp breath, looking like he’s debating what to say. “You are so fucking sexy that it hurts my eyes. Seriously. I’ve got to squint. Or get an eye patch, so it only hits me half as hard.”

A laugh belts out of me, my fingers playing along the waistband of his shorts. “An eyepatch?”

“I’d look cool in an eyepatch. Kinda dangerous, you know?”

“You could totally do an eyepatch.” I’m half-laughing, but I mostly just want to kiss him again.

Shit,can I?Just… lean forward and kiss him?

My smile fades, my attention flicking to his lips.

His eyes darken. “Go ahead.”

Shit, okay. I tug on the waistband of his shorts, drawing him closer.

I lead our kiss this time, slow at first, until his tongue slides along my bottom lip, and then we’re both grabbing for eachother, wet hands on wet skin. I’m aware of every rasp of his breath, every sound, every drop of water sliding off his lips.

By the time we break away, I’m set to pop again already. Honestly, I thought it would be a little easier to control myself.

I lean back, biting on my molars. “I’m gonna bust in my shorts.”

“Then take ‘em off.” His teeth scrape over his bottom lip, his amber eyes so bright. “Or, if you want, I could? If that’s okay?”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

My board shorts are looser than his, sitting kinda low, my dick all cramped under the waistband. It only takes a light tug on the elastic for him to pull them down to my thighs. I kick them off the rest of the way.

So… I’m naked in the shower. With Carter. And… now I guess the next part is to?—

“Your dick’s so pretty.” Carter’s eyes ping to my face. “Although I'm not surprised.”

I blink. “What?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs a shoulder. “You’re kinda astounding. It’s something I’ve had to deal with for a while now.”

He grins, and I snort out a laugh, trying not to think about how my dick is waving madly between us, like a conductor on a hunt for an orchestra. Is this weird for him? Is it weird for me? “Astounding?”

His smile fades. “Totally.”

His honesty hits me right in the chest. A full onslaught.

“You are too,” I say, my voice thick. “Astounding, I mean. You know that, right? I think it all the time.”

His eyes slip closed, for just a moment, before they open again. “You always make me feel so good.”

You too, Carter.

I kiss him, not questioning it this time, my heart full out thundering as his fingers slide along my side, then halfway to my navel. He pauses there. Is he nervous? Shit, is he debating?

Then he fists me, in one fast motion. I struggle to keep kissing him, but it’s messy and all over the place, and the only thing I can focus on is the way he’s stroking me. I tear away, pressing my forehead onto his shoulder, his other arm partway looping around to hold me, my cockhead darkening as it appears and disappears into the crook of his hand. My knees—even the good one—are close to buckling.

Holy fuck.

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