"First of all, I will never let Tasha beat you up, so don't even give that another thought," he reassured me as he gently set me down on my bed. He grabbed a couple of tissues from my nightstand and handed them to me as he knelt down next to my bed.
"Second," he said softly as I blew my nose and he held up the covers so I could crawl under. "You don't need to do anything to be dirty or sexy. You are already all of those things and more just by breathing. I am in a constant state of horniness whenever I'm near you or thinking about you. I don't want you to be nervous or worried about anything involving you and me and sex. You are everything I have ever wanted Claire. Never doubt that."
I really wish I wasn't drunk. I would so put his penis in my mouth right now.
Carter groaned and I was too drunk to care that I had just said that out loud. I snuggled into the covers.
"If you keep saying things like that, I am going break the rule I made to myself when I found you again," Carter said with a shake of his head as he pulled the covers up around my shoulders and smoothed my hair off of my cheek.
"What rule?" I whispered, unable to keep my eyes open any longer.
Carter leaned forward and put his lips by my ear.
"The rule that the next time I'm inside you, you will remember and enjoy every single second."
I wanted to tell him he was awfully cocky but that just made me think of cock and wonder why male roosters were called cocks.
I passed out singing Alice in Chains "They come to snuff the rooster" lyrics.
16. They’re Called Nipples
Claire's body slid down the front of mine and she got to her knees, flicking the button of my jeans open as she went. The sound of my zipper sliding down filled the quiet room. I looked down at her on her knees and had to force myself not to grab onto her hair roughly and push her where I wanted her. Her soft, smooth hands reached into my pants and pulled my erection out, holding it right by her full lips. She glanced up at me through hooded eyes and smiled before she plunged her warm, wet mouth down on me. She swallowed the entire length and swirled her tongue around and around. She hallowed out her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could while she moved her mouth up and down. The tip touched the back of her throat with each suck in and caused me to moan loudly. Her hand pumped quickly up and down my length right below her mouth and I could feel my balls tighten with the force of my release. She ran her tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head several times before pulling back and saying, "What's wrong with your wiener?"
I moaned again and tried to push her head forward so she could take me back in her mouth.
"Hey, what's wrong with your wiener?"
I jerked awake and turned my head, screaming at the top of my lungs when I saw Gavin standing a foot away from me on the couch, staring down between my legs. I followed his line of sight and groaned when I saw the huge morning wood I sported poking up under the blanket.
I sat up quickly and bunched the blanket around my lap as best I could as Claire came running into the living room, a look of panic on her face from my scream moments ago.
"What happened?" she asked in alarm as she ran over and knelt down next to Gavin.
Stop thinking about Claire on her knees. Stop thinking about Claire on her knees. Think about that old lady from Titanic naked.
Gavin pointed to me. "Carter’s got a big wiener, Mom. Sumfin's wrong with him. He was making the same noises I do when my tummy hurts."
Claire smothered a laugh and finally looked me in the eyes.
"I guess I don't need to ask if you slept well!" she said brightly.
I shook my head at how chipper she was this early in the morning after last night.
"How are you even able to function this morning?" I asked, looking her over. Aside from looking a little sleepy, she still looked amazing. Her hair was wild, she had a little bit of make-up smudged underneath one eye and she wore an old tank top and shorts that had seen better days, yet she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
She laughed and pointed to Gavin.
"You learn real quickly that as a parent, you don't have time for a hangover. Extra Strength-Rapid Release Tylenol and I have become very close over the years."
The phone rang and she hurried out of the living room to answer it, leaving Gavin to stand there and stare at me.
"So, how was your sleepover at Grandpas last night?" I asked as I flung the blanket off of me now that my morning glory was under control.
He shrugged.
"Do I have a vagina?"
I stared blankly at him, not quite sure I heard him correctly.
"Uh, what?" I asked, swinging my legs around and placing my feet on the floor.
He let out a huff of irritation with me.
"I said, do I have a vagina?"
I turned towards the kitchen to see Claire on the phone, pacing back and forth. Shit, I was on my own with this one. How the hell does he even know the word vagina? Wait, maybe he doesn't. He's four for fuck's sake. He probably thinks vagina means Cleveland.
"Well, Gavin, um…do you know what that words means?"