Page 28 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

Chapter eleven

Sloan

Carter’s mouth is wet and cold against mine, though the urgency behind his kiss quickly has me heating up, the chill of the rain all but forgotten.

We’re a tangle of lips and teeth and tongues, hands grasping for any bare skin we can find, as we make out like horny teenagers who’ve snuck out for the night. I can’t recall a time where I was this desperate for another man’s touch, and the fact this one is my boss doesn’t seem to detract from that need the way it should.

Strong fingers cup my face, guiding my head to the angle Carter likes best so he can claim my breath. It makes me feel cherished and possessed at the same time, as if his desire is barely restrained, a thought that has me moaning wantonly.

My core burns with need as I give myself over to the feel of his powerful body gripping at mine, warming me despite the lingering cold from my wet clothes. I don’t know how it’s possible to shiver and burn at the same time, yet there’s no denying my skin feels both in equal measure as he plunders my mouth.

His biceps bulge under my palms as I map the contours of his arms, his shoulders, settling on the pecs that rise and fall deliciouslywith each ragged breath. If I were able to think rationally I’d wonder howIcould have this effect on him, but my rapidly swelling cock has rendered me senseless, capable of little else beyond chasing the pleasure this man’s body offers.

Carter grips my arms in his large hands, pulling me closer. I’m halfway to his lap when the shrill horn catches us both by surprise.

“What?” My chest heaves erratically as I try to see through the foggy windshield, hoping no other employees are close enough to see the steaming windows.

“Sorry. I hit the horn.” Carter’s ragged breathing matches mine, his whiskey eyes cloudy with lust. “Don’t worry, no one’s out there.”

“I wasn’t worried.” I straighten my shirt to cover the lie.

“Sure,” he chuckles with a wry smile. “Let’s finish this at the resort.” He licks the seam of my lips before giving me a chaste kiss and helping me back to the passenger seat, and with practiced ease steers us down the mountainside to the underground parking lot of his building, where the elevator can take us straight to his floor.

The moment we step inside he spins me to face him, kissing me ruthlessly as he walks me backwards down the hall, fingers tugging at my shirt.

“What are you doing?” I lift my arms so he can pull it off before I consciously decide to let him.

“Undressing you.” He nips at my bottom lip while reaching for the button on my pants, all the while driving me further into his apartment.

“You really are an impatient man,” I mutter, between kisses.

“Typically, yes.” His tongue plunges into my mouth again. “But right now we’re drenched, and if the clothes can go in the dryer, we can go in the shower.”

The space between my legs is suddenly tight, and not because the sopping wet fabric is sticking to me.

When Carter’s finally freed us of our dripping clothes he steers me to the bathroom, where a shower big enough for four is the focal point of the room. Lined with rustic wood tiles and enclosed in glass panels, it’s both masculine and elegant, and when he pulls my shivering body under the spray, I realize it’s decadent as well.

The contrast between my cool skin and the hot water sends an almost violent shiver through my body. Carter doesn’t miss it, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close, chest to chest, while the water rains down on us.

“Better?” he asks, kissing the top of my head. It’s sweet despite the rigid erections trapped between us. The ones warming me up faster than the water.

I tip my head up to meet his lips as I wrap my arms around his back. He moans softly, and I feel his cock flutter between us.

Carter teases me with soft, gentle kisses, a hint of tongue, while reaching around me for a bottle of body wash. I hear the liquid squelch as he shakes the bottle, feel him rubbing his palms together behind my back. Then he touches me.

Starting at my shoulders he massages the gel into my skin. Suds travel down my collarbone to my pecs, followed by his hands, which cup me in their firm grip. His fingers glide easily over my slick skin, fingertips ghosting over my nipples seconds before he pinches them and gives a slow, sensual tug.

Sparks shoot straight to my cock, and I rock my hips against him to ease the growing ache.

“Is that where you want me to touch you?” He growls in my ear as he plucks the sensitive buds. I whimper in response, and his cock jerks between us. “My pleasure,” he growls, taking us both in hand.

I’m not a small man, but I’m not so large as to exceed my partner’s grip. I’d say the same is true for Carter, but both of us together… I’d be hard pressed to sheathe us completely, yet he engulfs us, and the sensation of having my cock trapped between his and his fist borders on holy.

“Fuck,” I whimper on a shaky exhale, clenching Carter’s arms in a vain attempt to keep myself standing upright.

“We’re beautiful together.” His raspy declaration has my gaze floating downward, where the sight of our dicks slotted against one another steals my breath.

“Oh,” I gasp as his fist squeezes beneath our crowns, both swollen and red with tiny beads of milky white precum seeping from our slits, before the spray of the shower washes it away.

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