Finding Carson Lee (Oh Captain, My Captain 3)

I’ve felt him rub up against me, and I know that he’s large. However, my mouth goes a little dry when I grip him. He’s much bigger than I had thought. Guys I had been with before were average size. Carson is anything but that.

He lays his head in the crook of my neck and breathes heavier as I stroke him slowly. He yanks at my bra, freeing me. He bites down on my nipple, causing me to hiss through my teeth with pleasure and a little bit of pain.

“I thought you wanted me on the bed,” I pant out to him.

“You will be in one second.” Carson switches sides to the other breast, repeating the same action. I can’t concentrate on his words because I’m in a deep sexual haze with his mouth on my breasts.

I close my eyes. I feel myself being lifted and placed onto the bed. When I open my eyes, Carson is kicking off his jeans and boxers. Seeing him fully naked in front of me almost makes me pass out. I have been turned on by men’s bodies before, but not in such a way that I practically had an orgasm right at that moment.

He uses his pointer finger to beckon me over and I rise up on my knees, making my way over to him. He removes my shirt, unhooks my bra, and tosses the articles of clothing away from us. I bite my lip staring into at the determination on his face when he unsnaps my jeans. The sound of the zipper being pulled down causes me to stop breathing. My body shivers when he tells me to lie back down, and he removes the last two pieces of clothing on my body.

Now, I’m on the bed, naked in front of Carson Lee.

“Fuck, I love your curves.” He kisses my stomach, and then both my hips. His dark brown eyes drink me in. He pulls on my thighs, opening me up more for him. He lays feather light touches from his lips on the inside of my thighs as I feel two fingers slip inside me.

I can’t stop the pleasurable sound that leaves my lips from his contact. My body begins to rock, and every part of me wants to feel his tongue inside of me. As if he’s a mind reader, I feel the first swipe, and I latch my hands onto either side of his head, holding tightly to dark brown hair. Carson wraps his arms around my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth. My hips rock against his biting, sucking, and licking maneuvers.

The tension in the pit of my soul builds up and ready for its release as Carson’s fingers dig deeper into my skin. I don’t care if I have bruises in the morning because all I care about is Carson and his tongue. I keep panting his name over and over as he continues his assault on me. I pull on his hair as my body lets go of everything I’m holding in and yell out his name.

He let’s go of me and kisses my skin, all the way back up to my mouth. My lips tingle from his soft kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue. Typically, I would be grossed out, but right now I wanted to ride him like a rocket ship to the moon. Carson rolls off of me and grabs his jeans, pulling out a condom. I watch him swiftly put it on and hover back over me.

“I haven’t even shown you one secret yet.” I pout my lips at him.

“We’ll save it for the next time. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

Before I can utter a word, Carson drives himself into me, and I yell out. It’s a mixture of lust and pain. My body wants him, but wasn’t prepared for the penetration. He pulls out and slams right back in, waking up my tender core again. Never have I felt back-to-back pleasure like this, but already I’m ready for more of Carson.

He says my name several times, while I pant his. I lock my legs around his waist, pulling him closer me. I arch my back, letting go again. Carson’s movement tells me he’s close too. The joint release causes the room to echo with our collective pants and sighs of relief. I quickly think two things when Carson relaxes against me: there’s sex with guys, and then there’s sex with Carson Lee.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Carson

Being home means finally seeing the work that Elliott did for me. It’s good to be back, that’s for sure. I toss my keys onto the table and set my

bags down by the door. I’ll unpack later. Walking through the house, I’m thankful I had someone come by to tidy up before I arrived. My eyes inspect the work that Elliott completed. Kinley was right. He’s good at what he does.

I take a moment to call him and give a virtual pat on the back for a job well done. One of the rooms will definitely come in handy for future parties. With that done, I go to my room and fall into my bed. Between the early plane ride and the time difference, I’m tired. I grab my phone before I take my nap and text Kinley.

Me: Don’t forget about the dinner I won.

She’s off visiting her parents, so I don’t expect a reply anytime soon. My eyes close for a nap. Five minutes pass and the weirdest thing happens. I can’t sleep. It’s too quiet, yet at the same time, I can hear every little creak, bump, and any other odd noises the house makes. I swear I can even hear the ice falling into the ice container in the fridge.

Thankfully, my phone rings.

“Hey, Mike. Let me guess, you’re calling to congratulate me on doing exactly what you wanted?”

Mike laughs. “I’m not congratulating you on anything, though I did get a good report.”

“A good report? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I called Ms. Wright to find out if I needed to kick your ass or not. She said you were almost pleasant.”

Almost pleasant? She said I was almost pleasant? What kind of word is pleasant anyway? She sure made out that I was more than fucking spectacular the other night, but she said I was almost pleasant?!

“Nice to know. I gotta go.” I hang up and speed dial Kinley. When she answers, I quickly get straight to the point. “What the hell does ‘almost pleasant’ mean, sweetheart?”

“Um, what are you talking about?” Could she have actually forgotten the pairing of those two words? Doubt it.