Page 13 of Consequences
“On the bed,” he says softly.
It’s easy to do as I’m asked. Carter stretches out over me as I lay on the bed, his hand and lips skating over every inch of skin. When I reach for him, he presses my hands to the bed, shaking his head.
“Let me do this, Cris. Ho bisogno di te più di quanto abbia bisogno di respirare.”
How could I deny him this? I nod and Carter continues on, licking at the head of my hard cock before he swallows me down.
Crying out, I twist the covers in my hands and buck my hips. Carter chokes on my cock, but it only spurs him on, his mouth getting tighter around me before he pulls off.
He brings me to the edge of orgasm, his talented mouth and tongue coaxing me closer and closer to that brink before pulling away completely.
“Don't fucking tease me!”
He laughs. “Wouldn't dream of it, Amore Mio.”
Reaching across the bed to the nightstand, he pulls out the lube and a knife. If it were possible, my cock would get harder than it is.
Carter sits back on his heels between my spread thighs and coats his fingers, bringing them to my hole.
He enters me with two fingers, fucking me carefully, before pulling out and cutting one of my thighs with the knife. He shoves his fingers back in and I moan loudly. The pleasure is intense. The feel of his fingers stretching me, so I'm ready for his cock, while at the same time the cut stings, clearing the last traces of exhaustion and everything I went through from my mind.
Carter is careful, gentle, stretching me so long I almost come from his fingers alone.
He cuts me a few more times; once on my other leg, once near my hard and leaking cock, and once just under the wound on my side.
He doesn't go deep, barely even drawing blood, but it's the sensation ofCartercutting me that makes my heart race and has my dick throbbing with need.
When he pulls his fingers out once again, I'm not ashamed to say I whimper in need, my entire body shaking with desire.
Carter coats his cock with lube and then stretches over me. The feel of his hard dick where I need it most has me moaning, and I lift my hips up.
“Please…”
“I got you, Amore,” he whispers.
We both moan when he enters me. It's a slow, measured thrust that doesn't stop until he's all the way inside.
We stare at each other as my hole stretches around him. Our breathing is in sync as we take this moment of reconnection.
“I hate that they hurt you,” he says quietly, tracing his fingers over the healing cut on my throat, and then the bandage over my side. “I'm the only one allowed to draw your blood.”
Feeling around for the knife, I bring it between us, pressing the blade into his abdomen before slicing across it. “And I yours, Caro.”
Carter moans and starts fucking into me. Slow measured thrusts that knock the air out of me every time he pushes deep inside.
Sweat and blood coat our bodies as we trade the knife back and forth, leaving marks on one another that won't soon be forgotten.
I can't hold back my orgasm, the need for this man is too powerful. When Carter thrusts hard against my prostate, at the same time he cuts a deep line across my collarbone, I come.
My release coats us both, and Carter cries out, fucking me harder for a few blissful moments before finding his own release.
Tossing the knife onto the nightstand, he pulls out and collapses beside me. I mourn the loss of his weight on me, but don't argue, knowing he's only concerned about my being injured, underfed, and dehydrated. Hopefully, none of the cuts we've left on one another need stitches, as Doc isn't going to be pleasant to deal with if he knows what we've been up to.
For a long time, we lay next to one another, basking in the warm glow of being together, before Carter finally gets up and drags me with him.
I help him cover his cast, while he does the same for my wounds.
In the shower, we stay close, reverently washing each other as the cum and blood swirl down the drain.
