Page 24 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

I open easily, my body anxious for the pleasure it knows is coming, and for several long minutes he fingers my hole while I leisurely prep his dick the way I fantasized about each time I saw it rising under the sheet. I never expected that fantasy to become reality, so I take my time fondling it, savoring the heavy weight of it in my hand, and the way my touch seems to make Carter’s breath hitch.

Despite telling him I wouldn’t get carried away, I’m in no rush to let go of his cock, so it’s not until Carter pulls back with a visible shudder that I realize he’s barely hanging on. I spread my legs so he can settle between them, and exhale steadily as he pushes inside.

He enters me in one long, smooth motion, coming to a rest when he’s fully seated. I’m not sure if the pause is to savor the feeling, to make sure he’s not hurting me, or to regain his composure. Eitherway, the doubts that had been bouncing around in my head fade away as I register how good he feels. How right. Like puzzle pieces fitting together.

“Jesus,” he mumbles through a ragged breath. “I don’t have the words to tell you how incredible this feels.”

Neither do I, especially considering the direction my mind just wandered. Instead, I clench my ass around his shaft. He gives me a strangled moan in return. “Yeah, I need to move too.”

Slowly at first, Carter rocks back and forth, exploring the boundaries. When he finds none, he starts to thrust in earnest, rolling his hips to increase the friction between us.

I’ve had sex before, good sex, but it’s nothing like what I feel with Carter. He uses his full length to pleasure us both, withdrawing almost completely before pressing back in, hitting all my sensitive spots along the way. And the view…I’ve never seen anything like it.

Arms that bulge as they hold his weight above me.

Stomach muscles rippling as he pistons.

Pecs hovering just above my face, smooth and hard.

The more we move the more desperate we become, damp skin slapping together as we fight to get as close as our bodies will let us.

Despite my recent orgasm, the familiar tingle of pressure starts to gather between my legs moments after he enters me. I try to hold it off, to prolong the moment, but I’m helpless to stop the inevitable, especially when the tip of his cock nudges that bundle of nerves deep inside my core, each thrust propelling me closer and closer to the edge. Wrapping my legs around Carter’s back I squeeze as hard as I can, hoping the friction will carry him over the cliff with me.

He must sense I’m close, increasing the pace and the pressure he’s using to drive into me with near reckless abandon. I can do little else but hang on, and I love it.

“Come with me, Sloan. Come now,” he grunts in my ear.

Until this moment, I would’ve said finishing on command was impossible, but between the desperation in his words and the frantic need behind his thrusts, I shatter exactly as he tells me to, my cries echoing throughout the room as I detonate.

A nirvana I’ve never felt before pulsates up my spine, along my limbs, causing my toes to cramp in a way that borders on painful save for the ecstasy that ignited it.

“Fuck!” Carter pumps through his own release, driving as deep and hard as he can.

Though his body stills I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, the aftershocks consuming him.I did that.It damn near sends me over the edge again.

“Fuck that was incredible.” Carter’s chest heaves as he leans his forehead against mine and tries to catch his breath. “I knew from the first moment you touched me it would be.”

“I thought that, too.” My legs fall from his back as I register just how tightly I’m clinging to him, my muscles protesting despite the fact I’m trying to give them relief. Unfortunately, as the feeling returns, so does the voice of reason I conveniently tuned out when I accepted his room key. “I should go,” I blurt without warning.

“You’re satisfied already?” He nuzzles my neck.

I lift my shoulders, forcing his lips off me before they tempt me further. “I have a shift at Murphy’s tonight.” Though that’s true, part of me wants to vanish before things get awkward. Having sex with your boss is one thing, pillow talk is another.

“Call in sick.” His mouth ghosts over my lips.

“I can’t do that to Lennon.”

“Fine, come back after.”

“My sister would freak out if I don’t come hometonight.”

He props himself up on an elbow to study me. “You answer to your sister?”

“Trust me, it’s better if they don’t know about this. Not yet.”

“Why?” His brows draw together.

“If I don’t come home, they’ll ask where I was, and Finn will go all big brother on me if he finds out about this.”

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