Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 108

Briar

Carter took the bottle and two glasses from the cabinet. I let out a contented sigh and pulled two beers from the fridge…I didn’t want to think about anything but us tonight. I wanted my concious and everything else to go fuck themselves. Right along with his sister’s words. I’d let my freaking hormones have their way right now. I wanted his dick so bad I was salivating. Confusion, guilt, impending doom, whatever this perpetual need to get fucked was. So I followed him into the other room. 

Carter sat down on the couch, pouring two glasses of whisky and motioned me to his lap. I picked up my whisky glass and took a sip, eyed him and knocked it back. His eyes narrowed as I set the glass on the coffee table and stepped between his legs and took a swig of my beer. Part of me wanted Carter to prove he wasn’t the man I knew him to be, instead someone easily cast away by his own actions. Everything would be easier if I hadn’t fallen under his spell. I could have just disappeared again, and left Jake's secrets behind me. He gazed up at me though, his eyes showed only hunger, it also shone with meansured wariness, proving he was on to me, my need to escape.

He had confessed he loved me today. Could I trust that?

He yanked me by one hip pulling me to him and hooked that hand easily under my knees laying me across his lap. A low growl caused vibration to course through him. The menacing sound elicited a shiver down my spine.

“I’m going to make one thing clear,” he growled into the crook of my neck. “I do, want to fuck you, but whatever this is, that’s gotten into your head, I’m not playing with what we have here. You want to forget shit fine, you want dick, fine. He pulled my hair at the nape of my neck forcing me to look into his eyes. “I’m not taking advantage of whatever this is, if you want it you can come get it yourself.” His lips were only a whisper away from mine as he now stared into my eyes. That presence within me crawled under my skin wanting to be closer to him, to be devoured by him. He wanted me to come to him though… then so be it.

I leaned in as I shifted to straddle him. My lips brushed against his before my tongue grazed along his bottom lip. His mouth parted willingly and I let mine delve and only then did his hand slip further into my hair as he kissed me back lovingly, not the punishing way I thought I wanted, but this, I couldn’t help but be undone by. I swear I could feel his emotions within that kiss as it consumed me and I realized how completely this man had eased his way into my shattered heart. He wasn’t going to prove me wrong as I wanted him to. That would make my churning thoughts and choices so much easier, but I wanted him even more for not choosing to be that man who proved it all a lie. When our kiss parted I stared at him as he stared back at me. I took a long swallow of beer before I placed it on the coffee table behind me. He met my swallow of courage for a sip of his own, his elbow found a resting spot on the sofa arm as he relaxed casually. His eyes shone with curiosity. What would I do next?

I slipped my knees from around his thighs on the couch and shifted myself between his legs. I dropped to the floor, my knees sinking into the plush rug. His eyes became hooded as he waited. He took another swig patient for my next move as a smirk played at the corner of his mouth. My hands ran up his strong thighs and yanked at his belt as I reached for my beer behind me on the table and took a long swig with the other.

“Someone is eager tonight,” he said smirking at me

“Are you complaining?”

“No, but I’m just going to point out that you can’t say it was the booze as a scapegoat.”

“I had no intentions of doing so,”  I said as I unbuckled his belt looking up at him. Amusement gleaned in his eyes.

“You may rethink that when you find your self fucked twelve ways from Sunday later.”

I felt my lips kicking up into a feline grin.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I said, as I unzippeed his pants, and pulled his partially hardened cock free from his boxers. A thought skimmed through my mind. Maybe his sister was just being protective? Stop it Briar focus, you aren’t thinking about that right now. Right, back to the task at hand…Carter’s dick. Why was I so horny? That's right…Carter. I should torture him for this new revelation.

Carter had told me he loved me tonight. I hoped my answer in reply wasn’t just some naive sentiment I had placed on the man who had done so much to support my healing. Maybe his sister just didn’t know where her brother's heart lay. I hadn’t lied today, I loved Carter very much I just hoped it was in the same way he seemed to love me and not some misguilded fuck up in my brain with everything else I was sorting out. I pushed the thoughts away once more.

His cock firmed up in my hand as it pumped up and down along his length, which made my mouth water. Only he had this kind of power over me, I realized. To drive a need so deep into me it was driving me insane. I pumped him a few more times with my hands and he leaned back into the couch resigned for the temporary torture. I pressed his cock to my lips and swirled my tongue around the tip. He let out a groan as I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly began to bob. His fingers tangled into my hair not controlling me but in an effort to put his hands somewhere on me without stopping me. The faint pull of my hair as he gripped it; in order to keep it out of my face, stirred something in me. I braved further down on his shaft and he groaned. Swirling my tongue around I glanced at him. His shuttered gaze was on me. I took in a breath taking his cock into my mouth further. It hit the back of my throat which threatened to constrict. His length was only halfway consumed. How was I supposed to take in the rest? I bobbed again curling my tongue around the tip of his member before plunging down again to that point once more. My hand at the base moved with my head as it hit the back of my throat. His hand ran through my hair changing the grip. I continued bobbing, sucking and swirling.

“Your mouth is the most sinful of heavens,” he groaned out, letting his head fall back against the couch before he added a gentle thrust of his own to my menstruations. I hummed in approval and those vibrations caused his dick to firm and lengthen even more as I continued.