Page 62 of Defensive Zone

This has been the first time we’ve been apart since my injury, and I knew Carter was feeling a little anxious about it, even if he didn’t say it outright. Luckily it was for less than forty-eight hours, but I don’t think I truly realized the impact my actions had on him. Shutting him out for the sake of protecting myself. But despite him saying he trusts me explicitly, I know I need to rebuild his trust in a way. I need to show him that I’m not going to shut him out like I did before when we can’t be physically together.

Quietly closing the door, I carry my luggage inside to prevent the wheels from making a noise against the hardwood floor and waking Carter up. I toe off my shoes and leave them by the door with my luggage before heading straight to my room.

Unlike me, Carter likes to sleep with the drapes open. He says he likes the natural light to wake him up in the morning, but he doesn’t complain when I close them, needing the darkness the blackout material gives.

The cover is half thrown off him, exposing one side of his incredible body. The lights of downtown Chicago dance over hisnaked skin, illuminating the smooth lines and sculpted curves of his muscles. He looks so peaceful, lips slightly parted as he breathes softly, his face pressed into my pillow, like he needed to smell me to fall asleep. One thick, muscular leg is bent outward, and I want to go over there and use his big thigh as a pillow.

Silently, I get undressed, not caring that my suit will become creased on the floor and slip under the covers next to him. He stirs, murmuring something unintelligible as I ghost my hand over the warm skin of his stomach.

“Mhm, yeah, nice,” he mumbles in his sleep, then rolls into me.

He slowly blinks awake at the sound of my quiet chuckle, and his face lights up with a sleepy smile when he sees me. “Hey, baby.”

My heart rate kicks up from that one little word.

Baby.

We’ve never said it to each other before. It’s almost too gentle for guys our size. We’re both over six foot five, and our combined weight is over five hundred pounds, but somehow, hearing that word coming from Carter, it’s… significant.

In one little word, I feel loved and cherished. It’s powerful, in a weird way.

“Hey, baby,” I echo, leaning in to kiss him.

He wraps his arms around me, tucking me close against his warm body. I melt into him as we exchange lazy kisses and our hands stroke each other’s skin. The feel of his soft cock brushing against mine has me groaning into his mouth, and next thing I know, his hand slides down between us and he’s coaxing me to full hardness.

Without a word, Carter pulls away from my mouth and shifts further down the bed until he’s lying between my legs. He wraps a hand around the base of my shaft, then slaps it against the side of his face, grinning up at me. “It’s almost as big as my head.”

I let out a bark of laughter. Only Carter could make me laugh when he’s about to suck my cock for the first time. But my laughter soon dies off as he lowers his head, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he takes me into his mouth and sucks on the swollen head.

I moan, fisting the sheet as he flicks his tongue over the tip before taking me deeper. There’s nothing tentative about his touch. No sign of nerves or hesitation.

He wants this.

“Fuck, Carter,” I gasp, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Just like that, mmm, yeah, feels so good.”

The praise seems to spark something in him. He releases my cock with a wet pop and ducks his head, licking and sucking my balls before using the flat of his tongue to lick over my taint. The muscles in my thighs tremble as I try to keep my hips from thrusting, wanting Carter to have complete control.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” he declares, pumping his fist over my shaft before taking me again, deeper with each bob of his head.

Releasing the sheet from my grasp, I place one hand on each side of his head and hold him still as I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. I let out a cursed cry as he relaxes to let me all the way in, and my balls draw up tighter when I hit the back of his throat. He gags and pulls off me. His eyes water as he coughs, lips swollen and wet with saliva.

“Again,” he demands, his eyes fixed on mine as he swallows me back down, cheeks hollowing as he sucks hard.

“Ngh,” I groan, fisting his hair. “I’m gonna come.”

My orgasm burns at the base of my spine as I wait for Carter to react, and it doesn’t surprise me when he doesn’t lift his head. Instead, he looks up at me, heat burning in those dark brown eyes as he continues to suck on the head of my cock. The tipof his tongue teases the sensitive glans, and I come with a low growl.

He swallows every drop of my release. His moan around my cock sends aftershocks straight to my balls, causing another spurt of come to land on his tongue. I collapse into the bed, limbs weightless; the only thing I can hear are my labored breaths and pounding heartbeat.

Carter crawls up over me, nestling against my side and throwing a leg between mine. He nuzzles his face into my neck, peppering gentle kisses against my hot skin.

We lie there for several minutes. Carter wrapped around me, the feel of his lips against my neck and his hard cock digging into my hip bringing me back down to earth.

“Wow,” is all I manage to say.

He chuckles into my neck, then lifts his head. His lips are puffy, and his hair is a mess from my hands, but he’s never looked more beautiful.

“So, we’re definitely doing that again.” He beams. “A lot. Oh, and we’re going to be sixty-nining, like, every day.”

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