Page 50 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

My hands map his pecs, his shoulders, his back, all while his massage my ass, moving me over his firm length. Feeling his touch in all the right places is both fulfilling and not enough, like offering a mere sip of water to a man who’s parched enough to guzzle the cup. “More,” I pant, doing my best to rub our cocks together despite the material between us.

Carter guides my feet to the floor and rips my shirt over my head, revealing my torso. Next to him, my lanky frame looks like that of an adolescent boy rather than a man, though my slim physique doesn’t seem to turn him off. Quite the opposite, if the delicate glide of his fingertips over my skin is any indication.

My chest heaves under his touch as I take deep, shaky breaths, bringing the hint of a smirk to his sensual lips. The raw sex appeal in that expression sends a spike of arousal down my spine all the way to my puckered hole, which throbs with the need to be touched, and a needy whimper escapes my lips.

“I know that sound.” Carter’s hands drift to my pants as he backs me up to the wall, yanking them open so I’m exposed to his touch. “You want to see my cock. See how hard you make me.”

“Yes.” I hate that I sound so breathless, but after weeks of trying not to think about what was hidden under the sheet, and realizing it exceeded my fantasies when I did finally see it, I want to see it all the time. And apparently, he knows that.

“Take it out then.” He slides his fingers inside my briefs to tease my hole, taunting me with my own desire. “Do what you want.”

Undoing his pants, I shove them wide to free the cock that isn’t trapped behind a set of boxers like it normally is. I’m not sure the reason behind going commando, but I’m not going to complain about the easy access it affords. Or the view.

Not for the first time, I marvel at what a work of art the man’s cock is. Long and thick, framed by a tuft of dark hair at the base, there’s not a blemish or flaw on it. Just smooth, pink skin, straining around the shaft that twitches in anticipation of what’s to come.

I’m so transfixed, I don’t even realize my clothes are on the floor until I spot Carter sucking on his index finger, right before he uses it to draw delicate circles around my hole. My knees start to buckle from the onslaught of pleasure, so he wraps an arm behind me to stop my descent.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and concentrate on the way his fingers move over me, firm enough to tease, but too soft to breach. It’s a delicious torture that sends ripples of lust along my shaft and has me rubbing it against Carter’s for relief.

The slight friction doesn’t sate me, not in the least, but it does take away enough of the edge that I’m content to let our cocks dance rather than climb him like a tree.

For several minutes Carter seems to be on the same page, dragging his shaft along mine as his finger continues its gentle tease around my pucker. But when an embarrassingly needy whimper escapes my throat, his patience seems to evaporate.

The whimper morphs to a gasp as a strong hand engulfs my shaft, and I find myself rocking forward on my toes from the sheer force of the tug he gives it. Bracing myself with one hand on his shoulder, I resolve to stay upright as he pumps my dick, long and strong and thorough, before abruptly loosening his hold and swiping his thumb over my slit.

Somehow, I have the presence of mind to give what I’m receiving despite the onslaught of pleasure, and with my free hand I draw tiny circles around his tip, followed by long smooth strokes down his length, exactly as he’s doing to me.

However Carter touches me, I mimic, alternating between pumping his shaft, teasing his slit, even tugging on his heavy balls. Concentrating on my mirrored response is the only thing that keeps me from coming apart, which under normal circumstances should’ve happened by now. I’m still not sure why it hasn’t since my dick has never been so hard, especially since he’s been slowly working me open this whole time with a packet of lube he must have had hidden in the pants that are precariously hanging open on his hips. But I’m nothing if not determined to hold out, at least until the specimen in my hand makes its way into my ass.

“Fuck, Sloan.” Carter peels my hand off his cock so he can trap us both in his fist, squeezing tight to keep us both from detonating. “I should make you wait for it, bring you to the edge and back several times before I give in.” He pumps the finger of his other hand in and out of my hole. “If I could wait any longer I would, but your ass is so sweet… I can’t. I need to feel you around me. Get me ready.” He drips the last of the lube onto his cock, breathing through gritted teeth as I coat his rigid length. Then he grips me by the ass and pins me to the wall, guiding my legs around his waist as he sinks home.

We groan in concert once he’s fully seated, my channel clenching around him as his crown grazes my prostate, causing Carter to let out a shaky breath.

“Do that and I’ll lose control,” he grimaces, leaning his forehead against mine as I wrap my arms around his neck.

Feeling a little daring in this position, I whisper, “What if I want you to?”

Carter rocks his hips tentatively against mine, pushing himself deep inside me, as if testing to see what I can take. “Yes,” I sigh. The relieved groan he gives me in response makes me feel powerful,wanton.

One at a time, he shifts his hands from their hold on my ass, slipping them underneath my legs so my thighs are resting on his forearms. The position pushes us closer together, forcing him to use his body to keep me pinned to the wall. It also spreads me wide enough to feel his abs rubbing against my dick as he sinks even deeper. It feels incredible, if somewhat unstable.

“I’ve got you,” he grumbles.

“I know.”

“Then stop clenching. If you want me to lose control you have to give up yours, too. Let me fuck you good and hard.” He chuckles when I involuntarily tense around him. “If that’s what you want,” he adds.

“Yes.” I relax the muscles I didn’t realize I’d been using.

“Just like that.” He rocks his hips forward again, pulling a groan from both of us.

My legs are useless, leaving me no influence over the angle or depth he chooses. Sliding out with exaggerated slowness, he pushes back in until he bottoms out. “Good?” he rasps.

I nod.

“Tell me.”

“Good,” I exhale heavily.

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