With (NO) love, Tyler-Jane Roberts
I had no true intention to watch anything. However, I was amused by the fact that Carter had spent a few minutes desperately trying to find something on the old piece of junk that was called a television. In my defence, due to the fact that I was now positioned in his lap, my plan had worked.
"Are you sure you want to?"
I nodded. "Yes. Do you?"
"I mean, I guess. This twenty-year-old infomercial is my favourite thing to watch at night," he teased.
Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in his lap. His attempt at humour instantly calmed my nerves - an odd result when considering that it was based around a commercial for hair plugs aimed at balding old men being more entertaining than sex with me. My hands made their way to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it onto the floor.
Sporting a proud smirk, I pointed to my bare chest and asked, "How about now?"
Carter's hand went to the back of my neck, guiding my lips back to his. A hum of approval escaped as he deepened the kiss and let his free hand run up my thigh, bunching the material of my skirt at my waist. Our lips parted, allowing me to catch my breath, as he moved onto my neck. Kissing, nipping, and sucking at the skin - he knew exactly what he was doing to drive me wild. With a delicate touch, Carter's hand travelled up the side of my body. His hand cupped my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb circled my nipple. I could feel him smirk against my neck as I began to gently rock back and forth in his lap.
"Getting impatient?" he whispered into my ear.
"Yes," I whispered, hoping the desperation I was feeling for more relief wasn't evident in my voice.
Carter tilted his head up, brushing his lips against mine. "Let me fix that for you. Lie down on the bed."
I lifted myself off his body and stood in front of him. My hands moved to the back of my skirt, pulling the zipper down. The waistband loosened which caused the material to fall on the ground, leaving me covered by only my underwear. I made my way onto the bed and laid on my back as Carter rose from his spot and turned to face me, removing his shirt.
As Carter made his way onto the bed and crawled towards me, I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his body. He had plenty of tattoos scattered across his chest, torso, and arms. Propping myself up on my elbows, I bit my lip in anticipation.
My hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. If possible, I was craving his touch even more. Carter removed his lips from mine and began making his way along my jaw and neck, before peppering kisses across my collarbones. Maybe he was a mind reader. Or, maybe the sounds of my desperate whimpers had tipped him off. While one of his hands palmed at my breast, his mouth worked on the other. The work of his tongue caused me to sink my teeth into my bottom lip and suppress a loud moan that wanted to escape.
Suddenly, his touch disappeared altogether.
"Don't hold back with me, baby. I want to hear you."
Baby - now that was definitely new. Normally being called a nickname like that would make me cringe. Yet, I liked hearing him say it.
"Yes, Sir," I purred.
Carter wore an amused grin as his lips returned to my skin, appearing to like his new nickname. He worked his way down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he travelled further south, stopping once he reached the waistband of my underwear. Hooking his thumbs around the lace, the material was quickly pulled down and tossed onto the floor.
"Are you nervous?"
"No," I lied, "Why?"
"You seem nervous." Evidently trying to ease whatever tension was building, he teased, "You know we've done this before, right?"
I smiled. "I know." Something just feels different this time, I wanted to add.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" I said quickly. I wanted him to relieve the building tension I had, not increase it. "Just kiss me. It'll help."
Our lips connected, instantly providing the calmness to my nerves that my body seemed to be craving. His hand, which rested on my lower stomach, travelled further down. My legs spread slightly in response to his touch, feeling his hand disappear in between. I pulled my lips away from his in an attempt to catch my breath.
Remembering his instruction from earlier, I let a loud moan escape in response to his actions. It appeared the sounds I was making only enticed him further. Carter spread and curled the two fingers inside me - that's when I truly lost it. My back arched as a tumble of incoherent words fell from my lips. Blinded by such an extreme haze of pleasure, I barely comprehend Carter's lips travelling down my body.
"Oh fuck," I cried out from the feeling of his tongue.
"You like that, baby?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Yes, what?"
A proud smirk crossed my lips as I answered, "Yes, Sir."
Carter only allowed me a brief moment of rest before he delved back in. My hand found its way to his hair, giving a tug in response to every tease and taunting move he tried, while my other hand gripped the sheets. The sound of his own moan vibrated against my skin and up my spine. He pushed his two fingers in knuckle deep, causing more chants of oh fuck's to tumble from my lips.
With my back lifting off the mattress once again, Carter laid his arm over my stomach to hold me down and in place. It wasn't my fault I was a squirming mess underneath him - he was the one using that devious tongue of his.
His actions began to slow down, allowing me to finally catch my breath. I looked down, smiling as he kissed along the inside of my thigh, before removing the touch of his fingers completely. Carter stood up with a smirk, running his tongue along his bottom lip, as his hands went to his belt.
Was it wrong to stare? Probably. I wet my lips, attempting to provide moisture to my dry mouth as he quickly discarded his pants. I propped myself up on my elbows as his briefs went next. God - it really was wrong to stare - but in this particular moment, fuck it. I did not care. And he didn't seem to mind either.
Carter rejoined me on the bed and positioned himself in between my legs. His lips reconnected with mine and he leaned into the kiss, pushing my body back down on the mattress. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. I could feel one of his hands on the back of my thigh as he lined himself up. I felt Carter begin to press his length into me - doing so at a slow pace to ensure I felt every inch. A quiet whimper escaped me as he began to gently rock back and forth, allowing my body time to adjust. It wasn't long until he bottomed out, causing my cheeks to rush with heat. I became a mess underneath him, and he could hear it all due to my extreme dedication to his one rule.
"Feel good, baby?"
I could only manage to respond with a breathy moan. Something inside my chest fluttered. It wasn't just from him using that nickname - it had to be something more. Catching a look in his eyes, I wondered if he was thinking the same thing. Or, maybe it was just in some sex-crazed mindset where I was creating something out of nothing. That had to be it.
Increasing the speed of his thrusts, his lips moved to my neck. My nails dug into his skin as he sucked, nipped, and kissed directly on the spot under my ear that drove me wild. I gripped his hair, as sounds of pleasure from my lips substituted for the words I was not able to say, given how my body was reacting to his actions.
Carter groaned, pulling his head slightly back. "Baby..." he said, with a hint of a growl behind his tone, "Where do you want me to..."
"In me."
Given all the other times, I knew his question was more of a precautionary nature. Yet, I also knew I had to let him know where I was - otherwise he'd hold off for as long as he possibly could. With a past experience of learning his levels of impressive self-restraint, I suffered those consequences by not being able to walk straight for three days.
"I'm... close," I whimpered in between his thrusts.
Hearing my words, Carter's lips met him for a needy, hungry kiss. I felt his hand travel down my side, making it way in between my legs. I gasped as I felt his finger begin to rub in tight circles. As my back arched, his lips began to move all over my skin, kissing every inch of me.
His name, mixed with another string of oh fuck's and other incoherent babbling, was being chanted from my lips as if it were an oath. Clenching around him, I cried out his name one final time, before falling back against the mattress in pure, intoxicated bliss.
Carter thrusted a few more times. Pushing himself as deep as possible, he grunted into my neck as he let his release take over. He waited a few seconds longer once he was finished, before slowly pulling out. Collapsing on his back beside me, the only sounds that filled the room were ones of heavy breathing coming from both of us.
"Sir?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Baby?"
"Touche."
I smiled as I leaned over, kissing along his shoulder and moving my lips towards his neck. "I'm going to rinse off," I said, pulling my head back. "You can join me if you want. But, we're going to half to be quick because there's probably five minutes left of warm water."
"Can we both fit? Or is it going to be a tight squeeze?"
That's what she said.
Carter chuckled. "What did you just say?"
My eyes widened, realizing I had said that out loud. I bit back a laugh, shaking my head as I quickly got up from the bed. "Nothing!"
"Did you really just say that?" He asked, following me into the bathroom with a laugh.
"No," I scoffed, pulling back the shower curtain. "Okay, I'm not kidding when I saw we have limited time for hot water. You ready, Young?"
He smirked. "Ready, Roberts. You can go first."
I shook my head as I stepped into the tub shower. "No, you first."
"Why's that?"
"Because if you take too long and I get stuck with cold water, then it's your fault and not mine."
Carter let out another chuckle as he stood under the showerhead and turned on the water. I leaned against the wall, watching as he picked up the bottle of soap and squirted a small amount into his palm. His hand ran along his chest, his arms and - he turned his body away from me to wash below his waist. He finished in record-timing, which I appreciated knowing how limited warm water would be at this hour.
We traded positions and I began to wash my body. I noticed him push back the shower curtain slightly. For a second, I thought he was getting out. His arm pulled back, holding a washcloth. Carter held the material under the water, allowing it to get wet before he added a small amount of soap.
"Here, let me."
I raised a brow - not at what he was offering, but that he was in the first place.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything," he said, pressing the damp washcloth against the inside of my thigh. "Just being a nice guy, that's all."
"Good because I don't think my body could handle going again."
"That good, hmm?" He chuckled. "Technically it's my mess so I should be the one cleaning up, anyway."
I rolled my eyes as he continued to move the cloth along my skin. It was long before he stood up straight and said, "All done."
"Perfect timing," I said, shivering at the sudden change in water temperature.
Turning the water off, Carter pushed open the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub. He turned and offered his hand, which I happily accepted. Carter handed me a towel before taking one for himself and wrapping it around his waist.
"Not going to dry me off?"
Carter smirked. "I can if you really want me to."
I wrapped the towel around my frame, trying to think of a smartass comment to say back. Nothing came to mind - besides, by now I had missed the mark to say something. As I glanced back up, I realized he had stepped closer, his eyes searching over my face like he was looking for an answer.
"What?"
Reaching forward he cupped my face with his hands. I felt his thumb lightly graze the skin of my cheek, before moving its way to my bottom lip.
"I don't think you know how truly beautiful you are."
"You're just saying that because you just saw me naked."
"No," he leaned closer, "I'm saying it because it's true. Inside and out, Tyler-Jane, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met."
Although my self-doubt fought against wanting to believe his words, I couldn't stop the blush from making an appearance on my cheeks. I liked the way my name sounded coming from his lips.
"And I love whenever I make you blush," he whispered, before closing the minimal gap between us by pulling me in for a kiss.
There it was - that stupid fluttering feeling inside my chest. And all over a goddamn sentence now? My frustrations must have bubbled to the surface, as I let out a groan against his lips. Thankfully that sound appeared to turn him on further as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangling with mine was a welcomed distraction.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close. Our feet shuffled against the tiled floor, causing my back to gently collide with the counter. It didn't take many steps to get here due to the cramped space. Despite what I had said in the shower only minutes ago, if his current plan was to fuck me against the counter, I'd happily accept.
Carter pulled back and gently rested his forehead against mine. I did my best to catch my wild breath, which was causing my towel to loosen its hold and dared to drop any second.
"Which toothbrush is yours?"
"The red one," I said.
My eyes widened as he picked it up - what the fuck was he planning on doing with that? I know we enjoyed pushing our boundaries at times when it came to sex, but I wasn't ready to introduce daily objects I used into things. The confusing thoughts in my head only spiralled further as I watched him squeeze toothpaste onto the bristles.
He handed the toothbrush to me and must have noticed the way my brows were knitted together as he asked, "Have you never brushed your teeth before?"
"What? I have!" I shot back, instantly taking a defensive tone.
He chucked. "You just looked so confused. Just thought I'd check and make sure you practice basic hygiene before bed."
I hummed a response as I turned to face the mirror, adjusting my towel.
"What were you thinking I was doing?"
"Nothing," I said, far too embarrassed to admit my genuine thoughts of him wanting to fuck me with the thing - or something along those lines. Feeling his pressing stare of curiosity, I nodded towards the toiletries bag. "There are extra ones in there."
Carter reached into the bag and pulled one out. I heard him break open the packaging as I placed my own into my mouth. I began the standard - far more innocent - act of what it was meant for. Brushing my teeth.
The two of us stood in silence, the only sounds filling the space were the muffled giggles we let out from the stolen glances in the mirror. Running the water, we each took a turn rinsing and cleaning up our act of basic bedtime hygiene.
"This feels very domestic of us."
"I guess it is." Carter grinned as he stood behind me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he spoke to my reflection in the mirror and said, "I wouldn't mind getting used to it."
"Me too," I whispered.
Carter pressed a kiss against my temple and exited the bathroom. I glanced back at my reflection, realizing the sinking feeling was beginning to set in. I wouldn't mind getting used to it, that part was the painful honest truth. But I couldn't. Because this wasn't how it was allowed to be. The only way it was allowed to be was how I was right now - alone.
Leaving the bathroom, I did my best to shake the thoughts from my head. Whether Carter was aware or not, this was our last night together. I couldn't ruin that by letting my emotions show. Replacing my towel for an oversized white t-shirt that I had grabbed from my open suitcase, I looked to Carter who had already sprawled his lengthy frame on one side of the bed.
I caught the smirk he had as I joined him. "What?"
"That's my shirt."
"Oh," I said quietly, resting my head against the pillow. "I can give it back to you."
Carter shook his head, leaning forward to press a kiss against my forehead. "Don't. It looks better on you anyway."
As he wrapped his arms around me, I felt a sense of warmth. One that calmed even the screams of my inside thoughts and fears. I closed my eyes, hoping falling asleep wouldn't be as great of a difficult task as it had been the past few nights. What I truly prayed for was for the regret over the choices I made tonight to wait until morning.
Because that regret was going to make me wish I had never met Carter Young.
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