Page 41 of No Save Point

My cock is free. It thuds against my stomach, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip, and my entire body goes stiff.

Oh fuck. Fuck—

My face burns, heat crawling up my throat, my ears, my cheeks, because I already know.

I’m big. I loved the way she said it.

I go to cover myself, to do something, anything, to stop the way she’s looking at me like she just won some kind of prize, but before I can, she’s there. Her hands wrap around the base of my cock, her fingers barely able to close around me, and I swear to god, I almost black out right then and there.

“Jesus, Carter.”

Her voice is pure appreciation, her eyes follow up to mine, studying my reaction, and I know she’s about to make this even worse for me.

Her tongue finds me. I make a sound I’ve never heard before, something between a groan and a curse, my whole body jerking at the warmth of her mouth, the soft drag of her tongue, the way she doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t hold back, doesn’t give me even a second to brace myself. “Fuck—Haven—”

I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do. My hands are gripping the couch like I’m afraid to touch her, my breath coming out in harsh, broken gasps, my legs shaking under her weight.Where do I put my hands? Do I watch? Do I close my eyes? Do I fucking pray? What if I come too fast? What if I say something dumb? What if she stops?

Haven picks up on every single one of my hesitations. Her hand tightens around the base of me, her tongue licking over the tip, and then she hums. Low and deliberate, sending vibrations straight through my cock, straight into my spine, straight into the part of my brain that is actively melting down.

And then, voice soft, teasing, wrecking me even further, she pulls off just enough to say “You can touch me, you know.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my hands still clenched at my sides because I don’t trust myself. “You can make noises too, Carter.”

She drags her tongue along, slow, savoring, like she wants me to lose it, like she’s waiting for it. Then, just before she takes me back into her mouth, she adds, “In fact, I want you to.” That is the moment I completely fucking fall apart. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for the heat of her mouth, the slow, deliberate way she moves, the way she’s unraveling me one second at a time like she’s been waiting for this, like she already knows exactly how to destroy me.

And I definitely wasn’t ready for her to tell me, so fucking sweet, so devastatingly certain, that she wants to hear me.

I let out a whimper, my fingers twitching at my sides like I’m still debating if I’m allowed to touch her, like I still have even an ounce of control left. “Mm, f-f-uck, h-haven…”

She’s taking her time, dragging her tongue along, teasing, tormenting, using her mouth and her hands to make sure I feel every single thing that she’s doing to me. I do, fuck, I do. The tension in my spine pulls so tight I can barely breathe, my thighs trembling beneath her, my hands flexing like I’m fighting against something inevitable.

She pulls off, her lips glossy, her breath warm against my skin as she looks up at me through thick lashes, her fingers stroking slow, steady, keeping me on the edge, keeping me suffering. “Carter.”

I can barely focus, barely keep my eyes open, barely do anything but whimper when she says my name like that. She tilts her head, watching me, waiting. Then, soft but commanding, wrecking, completely taking me apart… she says, “Touch me.”

I suck in a breath, my entire body tensing, because I know she means it. She’s done letting me hold back. Shaky, hesitant, I reach for her, sliding my fingers into her hair, letting myself feel the softness, the way she leans into my touch like she’s been waiting for it. She hums, pleased, dragging her tongue over me again, making my grip tighten, making my breath come out ragged.

And then she moans around me. I whimper again softly, my hips jerking, my entire body tightening so fast I barely manage to stay in control, and I know I’m so fucking close. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want her to stop. I don’t want this moment, this feeling, this complete and total unraveling, to ever fucking end.

“Please don’t stop. P-p-please, I’ll do anything.”

I mean it.

I’d give her anything.

My body. My breath. Myfucking soul. Haven’s mouth is still on me, hot and wet and perfect, her tongue dragging over every inch of me, her hands teasing, working me, wrecking me.

I can barely breathe. I can barely think. Everything is tight, pressure building so fast I already know I won’t last much longer.

She fucking knows it. She’s humming around me, making these little pleased, satisfied sounds like she’s enjoying this just as much as I am, like she’s soaking up every single way my body is reacting to her.

And I can’t take it anymore. I reach down, gripping her wrist, pulling slightly, trying to get her attention, trying to find my voice even though it’s coming out completely weak.

“Haven, stop—I’m—fu”

She pulls off, her lips swollen, her breath warm as she looks up at me, her fingers still wrapped around me, stroking slow, teasing. “You don’t like it?” she asks, tilting her head, voice smooth, sultry, completely aware of how fucking gone I am for her.

I groan, my head tipping back against the couch, my hands tightening in her hair before I force myself to meet her gaze again. “I love it,” I say, voice hoarse, barely holding together.

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