Page 52 of Defensive Zone

His cock rests semi-erect against my hip, and my mouth waters at the sight of his incredible body on display for me. My hands itch to touch him, but I keep them at my sides as his hand travels further down my body. I want to give him this time to become familiar with me.

His fingers coast over my navel and the trail of hair leading down to my cock. I can tell he wants to touch me, but he’s holding himself back. Like he’s afraid he’ll do something wrong.

“You can touch me,” I manage to croak out.

“Will you tell me how you like it?” His voice is barely audible over the blood pounding in my ears.

I give him a shaky nod and guide his hand over my closely cropped pubic hair, down to my aching shaft. He wraps his fingers around it, and I motion for him to pump his fist in slow strokes.

His tongue darts out to lick a wet path across his lips as he watches his hand work me over. His dark eyes are molten, filled with desire.

“Use your thumb over the head,” I say all breathy, and when he sweeps his thumb over the sensitive head, I hiss. “Yesss! That’s it.”

The look he gives me is full of pride. Like he can’t quite believe he’s turning me on so much. His thumb collects a bead of precome on the next upstroke before he twists his palm around the swollen head. His movements become more confident, alternating between massaging my balls and pumping my cock.

My spine arches up as he squeezes my shaft.

“Harder,” I demand between gritted teeth.

His breath comes out in rapid bursts as he jerks me harder and faster. I groan, fisting the bedsheet as my thighs and abs tense. My climax is imminent. Pooling at the base of my spine as my balls draw up tight.

Carter must sense I’m close. I’m leaking more precome, giving him the perfect glide.

“Carter,” I moan, only it’s muffled when he slams his mouth against mine and I’m unable to hold back much longer. The kiss is desperate. Hard and hungry. It’s almost like he’s starving, and sucking on my tongue is his only salvation.

“I want to fuck you,” he murmurs against my lips, and it’s those five words that set my world alight.

Stars blind my eyes as I let go. He strokes me through my orgasm, gliding his tongue lazily into my mouth as my release paints his fist and my stomach. The sheer force with which my orgasm hits me causes my brain to go offline for a few seconds.

“Holy shit.” He grins widely. “That was so hot.” His thumb teases the sensitive glans on my cockhead, and my body jolts from the ripples of aftershocks it sends through me.

“Carter,” I hiss, trying to slap his hand away with shaky movements as my legs melt into the bed.

He releases me with a quiet snicker and brings his hand to his mouth, licking the evidence of my release off his skin. If I hadn’t just come as hard as I did, I would come again at the sight. My softening cock gives an appreciative throb.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

His dark hair is damp from the shower and beginning to curl. A light sheen of sweat glistens against his smooth skin, emphasizing his sculpted muscles, and his full lips are swollen and his mouth is slightly red with beard burn.

But it’s the magnitude of pleasure shining in his eyes that has my breath hitching.

Fuck, I can’t believe this is really happening.

With Carter. My best friend. The man I’ve been in love with since I was ten years old.

Smiling proudly, he leans down and captures my mouth in a slow kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue.

Carter hasmeon his tongue.

“Can I fuck you?” he whispers against my lips.

I nod several times, unable to find my words as I gasp for breath.

Without a word, he rises up on his knees and retrieves the bottle of lube from my bedside table and a condom. A small frown lines his brows as he eyes the square packet in his hand, but it disappears just as quickly.

“What is it?” I ask.

Soulful, brown eyes latch on to mine, a bashful smile lifting his lips at being caught. “I know it sounds stupid, but I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone else.”

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