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Post by Kasatzia on Jul 22, 2005 10:03:25 GMT
*grins* Here is folks! Chapter 13! HOWEVER: VERY SLASHY. Very male/male. Sex. We're talking the full monty. So if you don't want to read, don't. You have been warned.
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
God the feel of his lips against my skin was enough to drive anyone over the edge… Yeah, if you hadn’t guessed, I was letting him show me his love. And I can’t tell you how grateful I am that I let my body take over everything rather than my head, which was screaming to get out from under him right this second.
He slipped off my shirt gently, and then resumed kissing me gently down my torso, down to my stomach. I tensed when he got to the cuts, but he kissed them too, running his tongue over the length of them. I couldn’t help it, and shuddered, but all he did was murmur once more that he loved me, against my hot skin. My heart thudded even faster. f*** I loved this.
The music wasn’t really doing anything for me, not at that moment – but then again, I was too busy focusing on his lips, his tongue, his hands… oh s***, his hands… he had moved them down and was slowly, sexually unzipping my trousers as he stared at me, his eyes not moving, not flickering, barely blinking. Those stormy grey eyes that just made me want to melt… it was weird, the way that he could do this to me. A week ago I wouldn’t have ever even considered this, but now… now I wanted him to take me, f*** me, do what he wanted to me. And I’d want it just as much as he did.
“You want it that bad huh?” he said suddenly, snapping me out of the trance I’d begun to slip in. I looked at him confusedly, certain I hadn’t spoken, but he motioned towards my lap teasingly, causing me to flush and look up at my ceiling. He laughed gently, a low, deep laugh that caused shivers to tingle up and down my spine as he ran his hands down my legs, still clothed but I could still feel the warmth, still feel the pressure – especially when he pressed against me exactly where I wanted him most. I groaned, and suddenly started to laugh as I realised I’d let a sound slip. He laughed too, but his was still low, still sensual. I couldn’t seem to stop laughing, and suddenly I felt the pressure back again and hot, moist lips against my own.
“Shut up before I really take this laughing seriously and have to do something very, very naughty to shut you up,” Carter growled against my lips, his breath mingling with my own as he started to kiss me again, his hands pushing down my trousers without me even realising it. Soon I was itching to get his down too, but without warning, he pinned my arms above my head, causing me to raise an eyebrow in protest. He didn’t say anything, and you know what? I’m so glad he didn’t. Instead, he pushed his hips into mine, and suddenly, it was like I couldn’t control myself anymore. I pushed myself right back into him, our hardness pushing against each other, soon grinding against each other to a beat of our own.
“We’d better turn the music up,” I mumbled after I’d let about a fifth moan slip out. He shook his head and leaned over to say into my ear,
“f*** the music.”
I looked at him, suddenly wrenching my arms out from under his grasp, so he fell right on top of me, Our noses pressed together, eyes looking directly into each others, I whispered back,
“No. f*** me.”
The mood suddenly turned serious as he looked deeply into my eyes, hoisting his body up on his elbows so he could look at me properly. I suddenly felt very nervous.
“Do you mean it, Jamie?”
I gulped slightly.
“Do… do I mean what?” I stammered, suddenly feeling incredibly cold. As I lay there, looking at him, waiting, I felt fingers lace into mine.
“Do you want me to… to…”
“f*** me?” I said, feeling the words catch in my throat.
Carter shook his head, looking at me with the same intense gaze as before.
“To make love to you, J. Do you want me to make love to you?”
s***. He’d got me there. He had to phrase it that way, didn’t he? He had to make my heart race and my palms sweat and for my body to suddenly push forward into his, causing him to gasp slightly, didn’t he? Muahaha. Not that I’m complaining of course. Because suddenly, at those words, I knew what I wanted regardless to how scared I was. I simply nodded, moving slightly so he’d know that I was becoming impatient. His eyes were still serious, but the underlying passion that I knew he was feeling was echoed in those beautiful orbs, causing me to bite my lip and say loudly,
“s*** Carter, just touch me already. Please.”
He definitely didn’t waste any time. He deftly took off his own trousers, causing the lump in my throat and other places to grow considerably (and to cause me to blush a little, of course) before slowly hooking his fingers over the top of my boxers. f***ing hell, just that one movement made me whimper a little – jesus, who knew I could whimper? That pathetic little sound? But suddenly that wasn’t the only thing to worry about. Slowly, he pulled them down, unhurriedly exposing everything I had to offer. At the sight of me in all my glory (I’m sorry, I can’t help but make a joke about myself – it just sounds funny, right?), he bit his lip and growled under his breath,
“f***ing hell Jamie, I could come right here and now just looking at you…”
I looked down at myself and felt myself flush bright red, but decided that it was in my best interests not to answer. I just waited.
“Close your eyes,” came his gentle voice, washing over me like silk. I did so without even thinking, and suddenly, I knew it had all been worth it. Whilst my heart pounded, my hands clenched and relaxed, whilst my eyes looked blankly at my eyelids, I felt what he had wanted to do. And f***. I think stars exploded at that moment.
His lips were on me… he was kissing the top of me gently, placing them all along my erect penis, as if not noticing my trembling body, the way that my fists were starting to clench at the mere touch of him. He darted out his tongue, gently licking me, teasing me, teasing the tip of me that was so sensitive that I let out a moan that I didn’t mean to let escape – but he kept doing it, kept attacking me in this sexual, amazing way that meant that the moans kept escaping.
Soon he put his entire mouth over me, I was inside his warm, moist mouth. His tongue seemed to slide exactly where I wanted him, tantalising and almost unbearable; he moved his head up and down slightly as if to get some kind of effect, and I won’t lie – it got an effect. It got an effect that I could hardly stand. I cried out loudly, my hips starting to buck beneath him, wanting him more, wanting him to finish it so I could finally release the sexual tension he’d built up inside of me.
“Oh f***… oh Carter… please don’t stop… don’t slow down… s***… please…”
My words came out as a gritted moan – it was easily audible, and I realised at that moment that my mother was downstairs. I should really turn up that music.
I reached out for the remote control, but he pulled my arm back, holding it hostage at my side. He started to rub his teeth gently across the tip of me, before wrapping his tongue around me and moving it about deftly; that was it. I let out a part-moan, part-shout and thrust my hips fully towards him, an orgasmic hurricane sweeping across me as he did so.
“f*** it Carter, don’t stop… you’re f***ing… oh my god…”
I kept thrusting, throwing my hips forward though the orgasm was stopping, I had come… Carter had made me come. I whimpered slightly, breathing incredibly hard and sweating – he moved up, and pressed his bare chest against me, kissing me, soothing me. I could taste myself on him, and far from repulsing me, it made me even more turned on. He kissed me deeply, before pulling away and murmuring,
“You tasted amazing, J.”
I didn’t blush. I didn’t mutter. Instead, I sat up, and looked him in the eye. He looked back, his eyes curious and dark, asking me what I was thinking. I opened my mouth, and came out with it straight away.
“I want you to f*** me, Carter.”
He looked slightly shocked, before he opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head firmly.
“No, Carter. f*** me. I’m ready, I want you, just… just f*** me.”
He stared at me. Carter seemed to have no idea what to say – I worried for one moment that he didn’t want to f*** me, but I was soon proved wrong. Instead of proving me horrifically right, he slowly unzipped his trousers and slowly, disgustingly sexily, pulled them down to reveal the bulge in his underwear that drove me mad with want. He pulled those down too, making me gulp and sort of wish I could take it back. Not meaning to be too… insert word here… but he was f***ing huge! I’m not kidding, he was huge. It was terrifying – but also, seeing it standing there, wanting me, made a new lump elsewhere in me, and not in my throat. He noticed this, and smiled slightly.
“Are you sure about this, Jamie?” he said, looking intently at me. “You know it’d going to hurt a bit, and feel uncomfortable until you get used to it, right?”
I nodded, and without him telling me, I turned over on my stomach, slipping a pillow underneath my stomach to make it easier for the both of us. I felt him move away from me, and when he returned it was with a little tube of lubricant. I couldn’t help but laugh, but stopped as soon as he started putting it on and in me. It felt really weird; he slipped a finger inside me and I shifted slightly, not used to this. He could tell, because he leaned over and started tracing feather-light kisses down my back - I smiled a little, but the without warning, the fingers were removed, and I felt something else poised at the entrance. I shivered.
“Jamie, I’d take hold of something if I were you…”
His voice was worried, caring. He’d definitely noticed my fidget-ness. I reached forward and grabbed my other pillow, holding it tightly between my fists. He sighed a little, before gently pushing the head of himself into me. I shut my eyes and tensed up, not liking it one bit. I was starting to wonder if I’d made the right decision; he seemed to feel it, and said quietly.
“Do you want me to do this?”
“Yes, Carter, just… just do it.”
He sighed again. There was nothing for a moment, just the sounds of AFI on repeat. Finally, he pushed himself a little further in, and I carried on shifting, but he didn’t stop; he carried on slipping inside, and soon it was so uncomfortable that I was about to pull out from under him – but suddenly, he hit something. Inside of me. Something good. I let out a little cry, and felt my hips move backwards, engulfing him completely in me. He took this as a good thing, and started to move very gently, rubbing against this thing, my spot – it was f***ing gorgeous, so intense. It was weird, but there was denying the pleasure. He carried on moving slowly, and for a while that was okay, I’d moan and I heard him groan along with me, which was a huge turn on. Soon, though, it wasn’t enough.
“f*** me harder, Carter,” I growled, pushing myself against him, causing him to reach forward and grasp my arms. “Go faster, take me faster, man.”
Carter did as I’d asked, and I think he was glad I had; he moved faster, picking up speed – god that made it better, he kept hitting that spot, causing me to start to whimper and moan again, more consistently. Soon he was making lower, harder sounds, ones that were full of ecstacy and pleasure.
“Holy f*** Jamie, you’re so warm… and tight… and just beautiful…”
His voice was gritted as mine had been, as he started to ram even harder into me. In a way, it hurt. It was painful, and raw – but then that pleasure was mounting up. Soon I could feel his muscles spasm, I knew we were both about to come – I reached forward, and took my penis into my own hands and started to move them up and down along it. He saw what I saw what I was doing, and almost viciously ripped them away from it, before replacing them with his. He flicked, he rubbed – he made me lose myself in a world of holy f***s and mother of gods. It increased the pleasure by about ten, and soon I was shouting for the whole world to hear. We moved quickly, hard, fast, fast, fast.
Then it was over. We collapsed, him on top of me, breathing and moaning at the same time, and me making a low sort of noise as I came down from the second orgasm I’d had that day, my skin burning hot. He was still inside me.
Gently, as he stroked my hair, he pulled himself out, before kissing my neck softly. For moments we just lay there, naked, pressed against each other, listening to our breathing slow down, and listening to the silence we felt we had created.
As I lay there, drifting off, I thought I heard him whisper,
“Now do you believe that I love you?”
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- Aint it cute? Thanks Hayzie! -hugs-
(Er. Sorry if I sound rude... I don't mean to...)
