Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Julian used to tell me I was shit at sex,” I said without looking at him. “That I was only good for bottoming, because I wasn’t confident enough to top, as if being on top equals confidence and being a bottom made you less than.”
“What!” Carter practically shrieked.
“You heard me. He would tell me that all the time. When he cheated on me, it was because I was boring in bed, because I wasn’t adventurous, and if I were a better fuck, he wouldn’t look elsewhere.” Christ, why had I just admitted that to him? I felt like I could die. My whole face flushed hot, and I tried to turn away again. “Can we forget I said that?”
Then Carter was pulling the ice cream out of my hand, setting it on the coffee table, and straddling my lap. I couldn’t look anywhere else even if I wanted to…and I didn’t.
“Please tell me you don’t believe that asshole.” When I didn’t reply, he added, “Sawyer!” before swatting my arm. “Did you forget the part where you made me lose my mind in the back of your car and bit my ass? The way you so easily wrapped your arm around my throat when I told you to? Or the FaceTime? Fuck Julian. I hate that prick. If the sex wasn’t good, it was because of him, not you.”
In that moment, I felt…well, I felt pathetic. I hated that I’d admitted what I had, while at the same time being glad it was Carter I’d shared it with, and also, unsure if I believed his reply. “But I’m not like that with anyone else,” I reminded him. “I mean, I probably was a boring fuck to most people, but something about you makes me…not.” God, I was ridiculous.
“As much as I’d like to take credit for that, I can’t. Maybe it’s just that you somehow trust me more to let yourself go. I told you, the whole time I thought there was a beast in there, waiting to get out. Maybe I helped you find the key, Saw, but you’re the one who freed him, and he’s all you.”
My hands found their way to his slender waist. I held him, stroked the soft skin there, wondered how we got where we were so damn quickly and where the fuck we went from there. Carter might have agreed not to sleep with anyone else while we were doing what we were doing, but I wasn’t foolish enough to believe I could keep his interest for long. He was too electric to be contained. It was like trying to trap lightning in a bottle.
“You think?” I asked, hating the vulnerability in my voice.
“I know. Trust me. I know sex, and you’re a fucking animal. I can’t wait until you let loose on this ass.”
I smiled, running my hands up and down his back.
“I like it when you wear your glasses,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot in them.”
“Yeah? You’re so fucking hot all the time.”
“Oh, screw you, Sawyer Burke. You just tried to one-up me.”
“I’m pretty sure there was no trying involved. I did one-up you.”
“I guess you should kiss me now too, then.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice.
I cupped his face and pulled him closer. My tongue swiped at his lips, and he opened them for me. He tasted like Carter and coffee ice cream.
He moaned into my mouth, and like everything between us, it went from zero to sixty in no time flat. I bit his lip. He tugged my shirt over my head, and his nails dug into my chest as I sucked the flesh of his neck into my mouth. I wanted to mark him because it was so fucking wild and untamed, the way he made me feel. When he didn’t pull away, I kept sucking, and he was rutting against me and flicking his thumbs over my nipples.
He gasped, and I let go. Sure enough, there was a purple mark there, and I felt like a fucking king for having marked him. I kissed him again, tightened my hand in his hair. He begged for it harder, so I gave it to him as he rode my lap, my cock aching for release.
When I was with Carter, I felt like the beast he said I was. Like there was nothing I couldn’t do. I was passionate and confident and had the whole damn world at my fingertips. There was nothing I wanted more than to hold on to that feeling, to explore it and let it grow.
I let go of his hair and slid my hand down his throat. “Can I?”
“Fuck yesss,” he hissed.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” The last thing I wanted was to hurt him, so I’d done some research on this since last time, and now I felt pretty comfortable. I didn’t squeeze too tight, because it was dangerous, but just enough to make him whimper again, then gasp.