There was relief there, green like nothing I’d ever felt before. It poured off him, and in my head, a whisper broke through the haze, saying carter carter carter, and it was him, I knew it was him. I’d heard it before. Maybe I’d ignored it. Maybe I hadn’t recognized it. I did now. This was us.
“Keep your hands there,” he said. “Don’t move.”
“Of course you’d be bossy here too,” I muttered, and then I yelped when he bit my nipple before kissing his way down my chest. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”
He looked up at me, chin on my stomach. “You thought about this.”
Because it was him, I said, “Yes. All the fucking time.”
He grinned, and I swore I saw the hint of fangs. It shouldn’t have thrilled me as much as it did, especially since he was so close to my dick. But there it was, regardless, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.
He pressed his face into my groin, inhaling deeply, my cock pressing to his cheek.
“Dude, that’s probably not—”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“This is so stupid, this is so—fuck!” My hips arched off the bed as he swallowed me whole, gagging as the tip of his nose brushed against my pubes. I felt his throat working around my dick, and I started to reach for his head, either to pull him off or hold him in place, I didn’t know. His eyes opened. They were wet as they flashed violet in warning. My hands stilled just above his head.
He pulled off my cock slowly, swirling his tongue around the head. He must have seen the look on my face, because he said, “What?”
“Nothing,” I managed to say.
I didn’t know how to tell him.
Violet. His eyes had been violet.
But for a moment, there’d been a flicker of orange.
He knocked my hands away before he went down on me again. He was better at this than I thought he’d be, and I felt an insane twist of jealousy at how he’d learned. Of course he wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t either. But that did nothing to quell the urge to find whoever else he’d been with and tear their fucking heads off.
He tugged on my balls and I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose. “You keep that up, I’m not gonna last. It’s been a long time.”
“I know,” he said, letting my dick slap wetly against my stomach. “Could smell them on you. When I first got here. All those women. I hated them.”
“Nothing since. You know that.”
He gripped my dick, slowly sliding his hand up and down. “Cockblock.”
I gaped at him. “What the hell?”
He shrugged, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Followed you around. Shadow. Cockblock.”
Motherfucker. I was laughing again, unable to stop. He frowned at me, and I sat up on the bed, pulling him up by the armpits. I kissed him again, and there it was, that old-growth scent that belonged to him and him alone.
I chased after it as I twisted, laying him flat against the bed. I looked down between us, our dicks rubbing together. I moved my hips slowly, marveling at the sensation. My skin felt like it was on fire, sweat dripping from my brow into the hollow of his throat. His stomach and chest were covered in a fine layer of dark hair, his hip bones jutting out in sharp relief.
I said, “I’m going to suck your dick.”
And he said, “Thank you for announcing instead of just doing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’ve never done it before.”
He snorted. “Obviously.”
“I might not be very good.”
“Stupid Carter,” he muttered. “Watch your teeth.”