“Carter! Shit! Baby! Yes!” I cry, my body edging, right on the brink of collapse and as if he can feel it, he slows every time I’m ripe for an explosion. He’s playing with me, teasing me, as he works me up and then slows it down.
I know I started this cruel game, bu
t he's much better at it than me. I doubt I can get him as close as he gets me. I'm dying in anticipation, my body screaming for a big finale. When he wraps his lips around my clit, I yelp in shock, expecting him to continue his mean game of dragging out my build up.
I’m creaming for him before I even know what’s happened, but he doesn’t even pause. Instead, he shoves two fingers inside of me, sliding in and out as my pussy grips around him as my climax pours out of me.
“Oh God!” I cry as another set of waves begin to build in my belly, a second orgasm sure to follow. How many times can this man make me cum in one day? It’s incredible!
Sucking harder on my clit, he slides another finger into my sex and curls them forward to tap my frontal wall, just how I like it. He’s already got me so figured out, it’s unbelievable. My body curves to his touch. I want to feel him everywhere, taste him everywhere, fuck him everywhere!
“Yes! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my climax just seconds away.
His lips part just slightly, loosening his grip on my most sensitive spot, and then he slides his mouth down, grazing his teeth along the way, and I unravel in the best way, screaming his name as I cum just for him.
Sometimes you climax from the position, sometimes it’s the angle, or even the pace of the penetration. But when I cum with Carter, I cum for him and only because it's him. I explode every single time, like he has a detonator and can determine my pleasure when and where he wants. I feel so helpless to him, but I enjoy it, it doesn’t make sense.
I’m usually in control, dictating just how things get done, but with him I’m always left to his mercy, controlled by his action, and there’s nothing I would do about it, even if I could.
“Fuck this,” he grunts, his cock hard again and now in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tears stinging the back of my eyes from my mind-altering climax.
“Baby, I want you. I don’t care about any of this, I’ve got to feel you,” he climbs on top of me, spreading my legs as he positions himself above me.
“You can’t,” I remind him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit interested in hearing what I’ve got to say.
“Ashley, I have to feel you grip around my cock when you cum like that. It’s driving me crazy,” he adds, leaning down, but I won’t let him. I can’t, especially not under these pretenses.
“No, Carter, we can’t,” I push back, sliding from beneath him as he looks on with shock and hurt in his eyes. There’s nothing I can say or do to explain, but I know I can’t have him pass up all of that money for me. I’ll wait for him until the end of the world, so he can definitely hold out for a few more weeks.
Ashley
He’s put everything out there, come clean about things that nobody knows. Now I see why the man I’ve gotten to know and his public persona on Head Hunter don’t really mesh. He isn’t some super player. He’s been holding out for the money. And maybe, just maybe, for the right person.
God, I hope I’m that person. But I must be, because Carter fucking Blaine just declared that he loves me!
“Oh my God, Carter, I do love you. So much.” I pull back from him, my expression growing serious. And I realize immediately what I have to do. “Because of that, I can’t do this.”
Confusion crosses his face. “What do you mean? I don’t get it.”
I press my lips together, my heart aching. I can’t lie to him. Not after he just came clean. But I also can’t tell him the truth. What would he say? It would ruin everything that just happened between us. He wouldn’t understand.
He has no idea that I was hired for the sum of two hundred million dollars. That’s insane. That’s huge. I don’t want him giving in because he wants me to win the money. Just like I don’t want him to give in because I want him to get his money. And that’s not all. If he knew the real reason I was hired…well, I can’t even think about that.
I’ve ignored that little detail myself for weeks now, trying to keep myself focused on the moment and the fact that I really do love Carter Blaine. I can’t tell him everything because then he might not believe anything I have to say.
And that would truly break my heart.
“Ashley? What is it? What can’t you do?”
I blow out a heavy breath. “I just can’t let you lose that kind of money, Carter. As much as I love you, and as much as I want nothing more than for you to take me back to your bedroom right this minute and give us both the best night of our lives, I just can’t. I'd never forgive myself if we gave in now and you lost all that money. Two billion dollars?” My eyes practically bulge out of my head, because that’s fucking an insane amount of money. “No way.”
He laughs. “I appreciate that, but you know it doesn’t mean anything, right? Not compared to spending my life making you happy.”
God. Let me just melt into the ground right now. Could he be any more perfect? I don’t think so. It makes me feel even worse for not coming clean. But what can I do?
“No.” I shake my head. “And it’s not because I don’t want to. Believe me I want you so badly I can hardly stand it. But we can do this. We can be strong. I’ll help you and you help me, and we’ll get through the next eight weeks together. And when it’s all over? We’ll have forever to do anything and everything we want.”