Page 39 of Vodka And Virtue

“I’m dying to taste you, Carly. Would you let me? Someday soon?”

“Fuck, yes.”

A primal, possessive rush of testosterone fueled my blood, causing my gentle, slow strokes to become rougher, quicker.

He forgot himself, raising his hands to grip my forearm.

“Keep them planted in the dirt. Don’t lift them until I’ve made you come.”

The sound that came from his mouth sounded like it might be an agreement, but it was broken and ragged, and I couldn’t be sure.

I slid my other hand inside his shirt. His stomach was toned and smooth, the opposite of mine, and I wanted to touch and taste every inch of his beautiful body. I tweaked his hard nipple, rolling it between my fingers. He cried out, and his knees fell open a little wider.

“Please, finish me. Feels so good.”

I took his mouth again, my hand gliding repeatedly over his swollen head, causing his body to tighten and flinch with each stroke. He had to be close. I could feel his body shake. Tightening my grip, I increased my pace, adding a little twist to my wrist. Carlisle’s high-pitched cry was music to my ears. He filled my hand with warm spurts of his cum, which I smeared over his shaft in a sticky mess as I milked him through his release.

He melted into me, and I supported his body’s weight easily. “You’re so incredibly sexy and beautiful. Fucking perfect, Carly.” I peppered his neck with kisses, sucking his soft lobe between my lips.

He stayed silent as he fought for control of his breathing. I could feel his heartbeat pounding under my palm. Reluctantly, I let him go, and pulled my T-shirt over my head, using it to wipe him clean before drying off my hand. Then, I zipped him up and helped him stand.

“My legs feel weak, like jelly,” he said, laughing shyly.

“Would you like to jump on my back and let me carry you inside?”

“God, no. I can walk.” He looked embarrassed, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the face he made.

I took his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together, as we made our way back to the deck. We climbed the steps, and I paused, taking him into my arms.

“Don’t leave. Please. Stay with me tonight.”

It was too much, too fast. I knew I risked fucking things up, and I promised him I wouldn’t push, but the physical sense of loss that overwhelmed me felt almost painful. I would do anything to have a few more hours with him.

One night.

One morning together.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Please, say you’ll stay. Sleep in my bed with me. Not because I want to do anything with you. I just want to hold you. Listen to you breathe while you sleep.”

He chuckled. “That sounds kind of creepy.”

I squeezed him harder, feeling desperate, afraid he was going to say no.

“I’ll stay. If you let me take a hot shower.”

His head was buried against my chest, and I couldn’t see his face, but I needed to. Needed to see he was serious. Gently, I tipped his face up to meet mine. His beautiful green eyes were sincere.

He wanted to stay.

“You have no idea how sweet you are, do you?” My thumb brushed over his full bottom lip. “So incredibly sweet. And virtuous. And mine. At least, for tonight you are.”

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CARLISLE

What was I doing?Was I out of my mind? Why did I agree to stay?

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