Revved

“Well, get used to it because I intend on waking you up every day like this.” Another kiss. “You just looked so fucking sexy. I couldn’t help myself.” His hand slides down my side to my thigh.

 

“What time is it?” I ask, seeing the dawn light, knowing I have to be at work.

 

“Early. Now, shush, and let me kiss you again.”

 

Obliging, I offer my mouth up to him, which he gladly takes.

 

It’s not long before things are getting hot and heavy. Carrick begins kissing his way down my body. Pressing lingering kisses to my belly, he starts to lick a path downward.

 

Pushing my legs apart, he lies between them and puts his mouth on me.

 

“Oh!” My hips jerk at the feel of his tongue on me, my fingers curling into the bedsheet.

 

“God, you taste so good,” he growls against me, the vibration of his voice hits all the right spots.

 

He pushes his tongue inside me, and I can’t help but move in rhythm against his face.

 

My head presses back into the pillow, as he runs his tongue up to my clit. He starts licking with gusto, sliding a finger inside me and then another, fucking me with them.

 

“Yes,” I moan. “God, Carrick, yes…right there.” My toes curl into the bed, the muscles in my legs tightening, as I feel it moving through my body. Then the coil snaps. And I’m screaming out his name, my back bowing up off the bed.

 

When it’s over, I fall back, lax, into the mattress as he climbs up my body, taking my mouth in a kiss. The taste of me on him turns me on even more.

 

He’s readying to put himself inside me, and I want that, but first…

 

Pushing him off me, I roll him onto his back and climb on top of him.

 

“You riding me, cowgirl?” He grins, slapping my arse.

 

His eyes are so full of heat and desire that I feel it ripple through me, right to my sex.

 

I bite my lip. “Maybe, but first…” I let my words trail off as I move down his body, readying to take him in my mouth.

 

I can’t believe this is the first time I’m going to taste him. I’ve wanted to for so long. But he’s always so in control in the bedroom, so I’ve just let him take the lead.

 

But now is my turn.

 

Kneeling between his legs, I take his cock in my hand. Curling my fingers around it, I move the shaft up and down. He hisses such a sexy sound that I feel it deep inside.

 

Licking my lips, I move my head down and slide his cock between my lips.

 

“Ah, fuck…” he groans, his hand grabbing hold of my hair. “That feels so good. Jesus, your lips around my cock…you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this. Even better than I thought it would be.”

 

Wanting to keep on pleasing him, I flatten my tongue, taking him further into my mouth, until he’s pushing the back of my throat.

 

“God, fuck. Yeah, just like that, Andressa.”

 

I start sucking him harder, sliding my mouth up and down his cock, taking him far back each time. I love the hot dirty praise spilling from his lips, the way his hand is pulling on my hair, as he fucks my mouth.

 

“Babe, fuck…ah, you need to stop, or I’m gonna come.” He tugs on my hair, lifting my head from him.

 

“That was kinda the point.” I pout.

 

“Another time. Right now, I want to fuck you.”

 

He starts to move, to take over, but I stop him with a hand on his chest.

 

“No. Stay there. Right like you are.” I slide my legs over his hips, so I’m straddling him, his cock pressed up against me.

 

He growls. “Always so fucking wet for me. You have no idea how much that turns me on.”

 

Desire hurtles through me.

 

Lifting up on my knees, I take his cock in my hand and place him at my entrance. I slowly slide down on his length. I suck in a breath at the feel of him filling me. And his resounding groan tells me he feels as good as I do right now.

 

I start moving up and down, riding him. His hands quickly find my hips, fingers biting in my skin.

 

Knowing I won’t have long before he takes over, I ride him hard. My hands are on his stomach, but I can’t get the grip I need for traction.

 

He offers his hands to me. Taking them, I link my fingers with his.

 

It’s not long before he’s sitting up, pressing his chest to mine.

 

I drop his hands and grip his shoulders. His hands on my behind, he takes control, lifting me up and down his cock, increasing pace.

 

“So good,” I moan.

 

“That’s it, babe. I need you to come for me.”

 

The friction is almost too much to bear. My body goes into overdrive, and in no time, I’m shattering around him.

 

My eyes are locked on his as I come, unable to look away. I never want to look away from him ever again. And that feeling I’ve had of falling before hits me, but it’s harder this time, bleeding into my veins, making me dizzy…

 

I love him.

 

I’m in love with him.

 

Oh God.

 

Before I can even process my thoughts, I’m moving backward.

 

Carrick is on top, his body pinning mine. His elbows are pressed against my upper arms, keeping them in place, as he frames my face with his hands.

 

He’s moving in and out with sure hard thrusts, and I lift my legs, wrapping them around him, urging him in harder.

 

His features are tight. His eyes are dark with urgency and need. The way he’s looking at me is somehow more intense than ever before, and it stops my breath.

 

“Andressa…” he groans my name like a prayer. “Fuck, babe…”

 

Then, almost as if it’s too much for him, he closes his eyes. He brings his mouth to mine, breaking the connection between us, allowing me to breathe.

 

His body tenses, shuddering, as I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with his warmth.

 

We lie there for a moment, pressing soft tender kisses wherever we can reach skin.

 

Then, he rolls off me, taking me with him, so my head is on his chest, his arm around me.

 

“That was…” He sounds in awe and lost, and I’m right there with him.

 

“Out of this world.” I tilt my head, so I can look at him.

 

“Don’t go to work today.” He touches my lower lip with his finger, tracing it. “Stay with me.”

 

“I want to…but I don’t want to let Uncle John down.”

 

“You’re not letting him down. You’re pulling a sickie, like ninety percent of the population do. Technically, in a roundabout way, you work for me, and I’m saying it’s more than okay for you to play hooky.”

 

“That’s because you’ll benefit from me playing hooky.”

 

“True.” He presses his lips together, brow raised, a cute look on his face. “But I’ll make sure that you benefit too.”

 

I laugh, considering it.

 

“And the part for your dad’s car is being delivered this morning. We can fit it and then take her out together.”

 

And he’s got me. I was eighty percent sure I was going to stay just from the feel of his hot body under my hands, but if I can be here to finish my dad’s car…

 

“You know how to get me.”

 

“Sure I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be naked and in my bed right now.”

 

I lift a brow.

 

“Granted, it took me a while,” he adds. “But we got here in the end.”

 

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