Shaking my head, I try to focus on the task, lining his tip up with my hole before very slowly sliding down his length. Even with all the foreplay, it’s a tight fit and the sting is sharp, but itonly lasts a minute this time, morphing into an intense fullness and an ocean of pleasure.
I rock slowly, finding a rhythm while staring down at the most sensual eyes I’ve ever seen. Carnage has his hands resting on my hips, gently gripping, but I realize I want it much harder than that.
So I move a little faster, shifting slightly to feel him hit my prostate, which seems to set me off. I go wild, bouncing on his cock, nearly delirious from the pressure building inside me.
“Yes,” Carnage hisses, his fingers biting into my flesh now. I hope he leaves bruises. “Yes, Rue, get your dick.”
I lean forward slightly, digging my fingers into his muscular pecs, and suddenly the angle is perfect. I could do this forever if I had stronger thighs.
“Fuck,” Carnage moans. “You’re gonna make me come so hard. Your body is fucking everything.”
He grips the back of my neck, pulling me down into a heated kiss. Our tongues tangle as I pump up and down, losing myself in the overwhelming bliss of it all, then Carnage moves his mouth to my neck, sucking the skin there.
“Oh my god, yes. Mark me. Show everyone I’m yours.”
He lets out a growling sound as he sucks a second mark onto my throat, and I swear his cock is getting thicker inside me. He flips us over and starts pounding into me, holding my ankles apart to keep my legs wide.
Carnage looks like a fucking god above me, his curly hair bouncing as he absolutely destroys my hole, his tan skin beading with sweat, looking at me like I hung the damn moon.
His eyes search mine, and his seem to say so much, but I’m not sure what it means, or maybe I’m just too afraid to admit it to myself.
“I’m gonna come, precious,” Carnage grunts, snapping his hips so hard he shoves me across the bed until I’m pressed against the headboard.
“Please,” I moan. “Fill me up. I want to be dripping with your cum.”
“Fuck!” His rhythm falters and his arm muscles tense. He fills me, flinching and moaning through his release, and before I can even think about my own needs, he’s pulling out and settling between my legs, his hot mouth sliding around my needy cock.
It doesn’t take much to drag me over the edge with him, and I cry out when the orgasm hits. I shiver through it, tangling my fingers in his hair as he swallows every drop. As I float back to earth, he lays his head on my belly, gently massaging my hole.
“Fuck. You are everything, Rue.”
I exhale slowly as a sense of belonging and happiness like I’ve never experienced spreads through me.
“So are you.” After a few minutes of lying quietly, I twist my fingers in his hair. “My Matias.”
His breath hitches and he kisses my belly. “Yours.”
CHAPTER 19
Carnage
Wakingup next to Rue is quickly becoming a luxury I don’t want to lose. I still don’t know what kind of partner I can be for him or if I’m even good enough, but I know I can give him a safe place to live and explore his options. That’s all I’ve got right now.
He’s curled up against me, his chest pressed to mine, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His body is like a furnace, but I don’t care. I touch the purple marks I left on his neck with a sense of pride and possession before I wrap my arms around him, kissing the top of his head. He murmurs sleepily, pressing a kiss to my neck, but then his breathing evens out again and I know he’s fallen back to sleep.
Stretching carefully so as not to disturb him, I reach for my phone on the nightstand and grab it. The group chat is quiet, which is a good sign. I need to figure out how to find Leon, assuming he won’t play along this time. I underestimated him, but that’s okay. I’ll find him, and when I do, he’s fucked.
After lying with Rue for another fifteen minutes, I extricate myself so I can go to the bathroom. I deal with my morning needs, then hustle downstairs to get some coffee and make a light snack for Rue. Hopefully we have bananas.
As I enter the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and baked goods tickles my nose. I find Colson and Specter sitting at the island, drinking coffee with two plates in front of them.
“Morning,” Colson says brightly. “Is Rue up?”
“No. Why?”
“I baked banana bread. My mom’s recipe.”
“Banana bread?”