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Two weeks had passed since I moved in with Carver. Reef, or Marvin Attleborough as I now knew his name, was still slithering around, but our ruse to keep him from knowing where I was seemed to be working. He was found sitting out on the street watching Lustz most nights. He tried to do it in the parking lot, but the police kept being called on him. He attempted to catch me in my work parking lot and even came to the front lobby, but the staff knew not to let him in. I hadn’t told anyone how I knew him, only that he refused to leave me alone.

And as for my apartment, he’d been there numerous times. We knew this because Iker’s team was still watching him. When I told Hoss they could stop, he insisted on giving it another week. When I tried to have him send me the bill so I could reimburse him for the cost, the stubborn man refused. I asked Cady to get it for me, and she said she wasn’t in the mood to be punished. Her ass was still sore from the last time. I told her to stop bragging. She laughed.

In all honesty, Reef wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. Yes, he was still a concern, but I wasn’t preoccupied with thoughts of him day and night. That was reserved for the man I was living with. Carver and I had fallen into an easy routine. It seemed effortless. We could talk and joke without the awkwardness that new acquaintances often experienced. We had no trouble having a good time, even if all we did was watch television.

Due to the issues with Reef, I hadn’t been to Lustz to play. In truth, I didn’t want to play with anyone. Or I should say, I didn’t want to play with anyone other than Carver. I was being driven mad with desire for the man. At night, it was all I could do not to go to his room, crawl into his bed, and beg him to fuck me.

Sitting next to him on the couch watching a movie, I had to hold back from crawling on his lap and kissing him senselessly. At dinner time, I wanted to lie in the middle of the table naked and tell him to eat me. This couldn’t go on. I had two options. I could tell him how I felt and see if he was willing to be more than friends. Or I could find a way to go to Lustz and find someone to play with and possibly have sex with. The thought of the latter was distasteful, but I was pleasing myself morning and night. I’d never been this horny.

For a Domme, you’d think I’d have the confidence to march up to him and just ask. And if he weren’t the brother of one of the two women I was friends with, I would. But if he said no, it would make things more awkward for all of us. And it wasn’t like I could talk about it with Cady or Tajah.

I noticed I was becoming bitchy, and I didn’t want to be that way, but I recognized the signs. If I went too long denying my needs, and I hadn’t had them fulfilled entirely for ages, I got that way. It was for that reason that I made a decision. Tomorrow night is Friday night. After work, I would take a cab to Lustz and see who was there. Even if I didn’t have sex, at least a good scene would help.

Knowing I’d have to let Carver know my intentions, or at least the first part, I waited until after dinner while we watched television. I muted the TV and turned toward him. We were on the couch. His eyebrows scrunched up, perplexed.

“What’s wrong, Alexandra?”

I loved how he used my whole name. The way he said it made my body melt. I hadn’t asked him why he did it when everyone else called me Lexi or Alex. I went for nonchalant when I answered him.

“I wanted to let you know my plans for tomorrow after work. There’s no need for you to pick me up. I’ll get a cab. I’m going to Lustz. I have no idea when I might be home, so I’ll have a ride pick me up. Or if it’s too late, which it probably will be, I might not be back until Saturday. I’ll take my clothes and stuff to work in the morning, so there’s no need to come here first.”

I watched his brows lower more, and his gaze intensified. “Why are you going to Lustz? Are you meeting my sister and Tajah? I get why that’s probably the best place to meet. It’s the safest. You don’t need to take a cab. I’ll gladly take you.”

“Carver, I’m not going there to see Cady and Tajah. I’m going to have fun. I don’t have to worry about Reef since his membership has been revoked. I need to go.”

His mouth tightened. “Are you saying you plan to go there to do a scene with someone, or to have sex?”

“Whatever it turns into. You should be glad. I’ve been here for two weeks. You haven’t been out a single night. This is a chance for you to have someone over and have privacy. We didn’t think of that when we came up with this idea. Maybe we should think of another one. One that allows us both to have privacy and not feel we can’t invite someone over.”

The thought of him having a woman here and in his bed made my stomach roll. But it would be best because if I saw someone here, I’d be hard-pressed not to scratch her eyes out. I wanted to be the one in his bed. And if he wanted to play, to have someone be his Domme. Stop it!

Carver bounded to his feet. He paced in front of the couch. His lips were tightly pressed together. And his hands were clenched at his sides. Whoa, what was this? I was about to ask if he was alright when he stopped and faced me.

“Are you kidding me? You want to go to Lustz so you can scene with and probably fuck another man and for me to invite a woman over so I can fuck her while you’re gone?”

“I, uhm, well, yes, it would be ideal for you to have someone here. Or I can go to a hotel and let you have your house back.”

“Why the hell go there? If you need a man, here’s one right in front of you. A submissive, no less, though I don’t always go that way. Is it because you don’t find me attractive? Is that why you want to go to Lustz?”

he snapped.

“Carver, I didn’t mean to make you angry. I wouldn’t presume, just because you’re a sub, that you would find me attractive or want to play or have sex with me. Of course, I find you alluring. I’d have to be blind not to. However, I wouldn’t ask that of you.”

“So you find me appealing. Do you believe I’d be a subpar sub? Or that I’d somehow not be able to meet your needs?”

“I didn’t say that. I haven’t ever thought that,”

I protested.

Suddenly, he was leaning over me with his arms on either side, trapping me there. His aggressive move made my heart speed up, but not out of fright. It was desire. At this moment, his dominance was a turn-on.

“If that’s all true, you don’t need to go anywhere, Alexandra. I can meet your needs right here. If you want a sub and to play, we’ll play. If you want sex, we can have sex. If you want me to be the top and you the bottom, I can do that.”

“But would you want to?”

I whispered.

“I want you. In whatever way you’ll give yourself to me. I’ve been in agony since I met you. My desire for you eats at me. It’s all I can do not to pounce on you every time I see you. Your scent, the sight of you, even your voice turns me on. I’ve thought of the ways we can play and fuck so many times. I’m constantly hard, and I jerk off morning and night to thoughts of you. I’ll submit to you any way you desire, and that’s not something I’ve ever promised a woman. And if you want to submit to me, I won’t object. Just tell me what you want!”

he growled.

I grabbed his face between my hands and brought him closer. “Right now, what I want is for you to kiss me. Then I want you to take me to your bed and fuck me. I want you to be in charge, and I’ll submit. Just promise me this won’t make things weird if we do this. I don’t want to ruin my friendship with you, Cady, or Tajah. If you think it will, then we need to go with my original plan. I’ll go to Lustz.”

He snarled, and then I was crushed to the back of the couch as his mouth took mine. He kissed aggressively, but it was what I needed and wanted. His lips, tongue, and teeth were all in on the action. I didn’t remain passive, either. I responded with just as much passion. He had me whimpering and yearning in seconds.

As we kissed, my tits felt like they swelled, and my nipples became rock-hard pebbles. I had on a bra, but I wanted it off. My pussy immediately grew damp. It wouldn’t be long before my panties were wet. My clothes felt too tight, and my body was overheating.

I inadvertently squealed when his arms surrounded me, and I was picked up off the couch. He held me to him. Automatically, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. This led to us both moaning because it brought my crotch into contact with his. And I discovered the large, rude erection he was sporting. Wickedly, I rubbed myself up and down him. He groaned.

I vaguely noticed we were moving, but I didn’t care where he was taking me—only that he wouldn’t stop kissing me. When the light came on, it made me glance past him. His bed was right across the room. He kept walking until he reached it. Then he set me on my feet next to it. We were both breathing hard.

“It won’t get weird. I won’t let it. And there’s nothing I want more than to take charge of your pleasure tonight and have you submit to me. Just so you know, I’m a switch, and when you want me to submit, tell me. For this first time, I think it should be this way. Before we go further, there’s something we have to discuss. Before I can get down to worshipping you, I know your tests were negative, or you wouldn’t have been allowed to play at Lustz. Have you been tested since then? Or had sex without a condom? That might not sound sexy, but we’re skipping the usual contract stage.”

He was right. I pushed the haze away long enough to do this. I’d never not negotiated and laid out the rules before having sex with a man since I entered the club in Florida.

“I had a test six weeks ago, and it was negative. I haven’t had sex with anyone, with or without a condom, in two months. I’m also on birth control, though that isn’t something required. Condoms aren’t foolproof. What about you?”

“I had my last negative test two months ago. I haven’t had sex since. I always wear a condom, which is going to make what I have to say next surprising. And if you say no, I’ll understand.”

He paused.

“Go ahead, ask,”

I prodded.

“Will you let me have you without anything between us?”

His request surprised me. The only person I’d been with without a condom was my husband. I gulped. Could I? Should I?

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have asked that, especially on our first time. Forget I said anything. It was a selfish desire to feel every bit of sensation. I have no doubt it’ll be amazing with it.”

He lowered his head and kissed me again before I could say anything. I fell back under his spell. As he devoured my mouth, his large hands were busy. They were running down my body. He traced my curves. When his hands got to my tits, he kneaded them through my top and bra. I rumbled out a protest. He broke contact with my lips.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, except I need your hands on my bare skin. I know you’re in charge tonight, but can we remove these damn clothes?”

I muttered.

He smirked. “I should make you wait, but since I was thinking the same thing and we’re not doing a scene, yes, we can get rid of them. However, there’s one caveat.”

“That would be?”

“I get to undress you. Give me a minute to rid myself of mine, and then I get to reveal that breathtaking body you’ve been hiding from me.”

“Carver, I’m okay with you doing the undressing, but I have to warn you. I might not be what you’re imagining. I’m short, as you know, and I’ve never been rail thin,”

I warned him, even though those were obvious.

I thought I was past being critical of my body. I worked hard not to let it happen, but it had been hard after Germain’s constant criticisms. I wasn’t sure why it was happening now.

He went from smirking to frowning. “Alexandra, I have zero doubts that you’ll be even more stunning than I expect. I saw you in those leather pants at Lustz. I’ve seen you in shorts and a tank. I want the woman I’m with to have curves and meat on her bones. I wouldn’t be hard like this for rail.”

He took my hand and brought it to his crotch. The lump under his zipper was rigid and large. I whimpered as I stroked my hand along the outline and gently squeezed. This made his frown disappear.

“Then I’m yours to unwrap anyway you want,”

I told him, smiling.

He reluctantly stepped away. I hungrily watched as he stripped. He was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. It was July in Tennessee, so it was hot and humid. There were no shoes or socks to deal with. Underneath, he wore a pair of tight gray briefs. He had a decent amount of body hair in the right spots. His chest was covered in a fine mat, the way I liked. I prefer that a man have chest hair. The feel of it against my skin heightened my pleasure. A dark trail of it ran down the middle of his muscled abdomen to disappear beneath the briefs.

Carver was fit and muscular, but his muscles were leaner, more like a runner or swimmer. He was undoubtedly strong. He’d carried me to his room without a problem. I didn’t expect the tribal tattoo he had on his chest and shoulder, which dipped down onto the very top of his upper arm. It was tribal in appearance and flowed from the chest to the shoulder in front and back, and then onto the top of his arm. It was unexpected and sexy.

He abruptly stopped before taking off his underwear. He gave me a wicked smile. “I’ll save those for later. It’s time to savor you.”

He came closer and reached out to grasp the bottom of my tank. I lifted my arms to make it easy to remove. He slowly slid it up. When it was off, he dropped it on top of the neat pile he had made of his discarded clothing.

His eyes were scanning me. I was a bigger woman in the chest. I used to detest it when I was younger, but I had grown to accept that it was me. His groan as he undid my bra and took it away made me shiver. He dropped it, and immediately, his hands were cupping both tits. He kneaded them and then plucked both nipples before tweaking the nipple piercings I had. That made me moan.

“Goddamn, those look so sexy on you. I assume you like nipple play?”

he asked as he tugged gently on the rings I had through mine.

“Y-yes, I do,”

I stuttered.

“Can you orgasm from it?”

He seemed entranced by my tits and didn’t take his eyes off them. His fingers teased my nubs when he wasn’t kneading or tugging on the rings.

“I can,”

I whispered. He was making my panties get wetter.

“What about if I do this?”

he asked softly before lowering his head and sucking one into his mouth. I had to grab ahold of him to stay upright as he sucked and thrashed the piercing with his tongue or sometimes biting it while squeezing and plucking the other with his fingers.

I was so turned on from holding back with him and dreaming about sex with him that it took maybe a minute for me to orgasm. As I cried out, he didn’t let up. He switched sides when I came down from the high and did the same thing to the opposite one. It took twice as long to make me come the second time because he took the edge off with the first one. I was practically limp in his arms when he stopped.

He raised his head and smiled down at me. “That was beautiful. Now, I want you to back up until you feel the mattress, and then I need you to lie back on it. Leave your legs hanging over the edge. Go.”

I stumbled because my legs were weak, but I made it. When I was in position, Carver came to loom over me. He smiled. “I’ve been trying to imagine what you’ll look and taste like. Does that pretty pussy have hair, or are you bare? Or maybe it’s a combination. Will you be sweet or tangier? I’m peeling off those shorts and your panties, Alexandra. I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream my name and come all over my face. I want you to soak my beard in your honey.”

“Oh my God, yes, yes, do that. I want you, Carver. Do it,”

I pleaded.

He reached down and grabbed my shorts on both sides. They were the ones with elastic in the waist, not the ones with a button and zipper. Holding my gaze, he yanked them down, and he took my panties with them. He threw them over to join the other discarded clothes. Next, he dropped to his knees and spread my legs. I waited anxiously to see what he’d say. I had another small surprise down there. In addition to having my nipples pierced, I also had my clit.

“Christ, that’s beautiful,”

he muttered.

Then I felt a warm breath hit my bare pussy. The first touch of his wet tongue sliding slowly up my folds made me jump. His hands gripped my hips to hold me still. When he reached my bejeweled clit, he lashed it a couple of times before sucking it into his mouth. I cried out.

Carver was a very attentive lover. He didn’t say a lot, but he was thorough, and the sounds he made left you in no doubt whether he was pleased. The sounds he was producing only inflamed me more. I might be wrong to do it since he was in control, but I sank my fingers into all that thick, wavy hair and used my hand to press him closer. I was edging toward no return. He chuckled, which vibrated through my pussy. My breath hitched. He lapped harder, growled, and sucked hard while thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy.

If he hadn’t been holding me down, I would’ve come off the bed with how hard I came when I couldn’t hold back any longer. I screamed. And while I fought to get away because the sensation was too good, almost bordering on pain, Carver refused to let me get away. I was almost at the point of yelling red, even though we weren’t in a scene, when he eased off, placed kisses all over my bare nether lips, and then sat back on his heels.

His beard was glistening with my honey, as he called it. He licked his lips and hummed as he grinned at me. “That was the best dessert I’ve ever had. It only made me hungry for the main course. I hope you’re ready because I can’t wait.”

He stood, and in a blink, his underwear was shoved down. I gasped. Not only was he endowed, but there glittered on the head of his cock four silver balls. I knew what they were. It was called a magical cross piercing. It was when a post piercing went horizontally through the glans of the cock while another went vertically. Otherwise known as ampallang and apadravya piercings. When I got mine, I’d studied all the different ones men and women could get.

“It looks like we both have surprises. Let’s see how this one can make you feel. I wanted to feel your mouth on my cock, but I can’t wait. Stay right there while I grab a condom from the drawer,”

he said, pointing to the stand by the bed. As he shifted away, I stopped him.

“Wait. You asked earlier if you could go bare. I never gave you an answer. I don’t know why, but I trust you, Carver. If you want to, I’m willing.”

I stunned him. I could tell by his raised eyebrow expression. “Are you sure, Alexandra? I don’t want you to feel pressured into it.”

“I’m not. Hurry, I want to know what you feel like inside of me,”

I urged him.

A smile spread across his face. God, what was I in for?

Carver:

I was about to snap if I didn’t get my cock inside of her soon. Her gorgeous body and how responsive she was to having her nipples played with and then to me eating her pussy, had my cock throbbing with the need to come. It felt like my balls would explode at any moment. Then, to have her tell me not to use a condom pushed me further.

I’d never risked having sex, not even when I was a teenager, without a condom. I’d been scared by stories of teen boys in my school knocking girls up and my father’s ranting about getting Mom pregnant with me and ruining his life. Even though wearing one wasn’t a guarantee that the woman wouldn’t get pregnant or that you wouldn’t catch something, it was as close as you could get without staying celibate.

And celibacy was the last thing I wanted now. I was raring to go with her smell and taste still in my beard and mustache. Precum smeared across the head of my cock. I gripped the base of my shaft to apply pressure. I resisted the urge to stroke myself. It would be mortifying if I got too excited and didn’t last long enough to get her off at least once from penetration.

I groaned when she spread her legs wider on her own. Then, she got my attention. “Tell me what position you want me in. Do you want missionary, doggie, or something else?”

she asked.

“Stay just like that. I’ve got to do this for the first time while looking into your incredible eyes,”

I told her.

Not wasting a moment longer, I walked to the side of the bed. I tugged her closer to the edge, then lined myself up with her entrance. I slowly pressed the head inside. Jesus, she felt tight. Pushing deeper, I watched her chest and face flush. She was still soaked from her orgasm, and it allowed me to slip inside her more easily, but the snug way she hugged me was incredible. Surely, this wasn’t just because I was without a condom.

Easing my hips back, I pushed forward again. It took me three times to be fully seated inside her, mostly because I didn’t want to rush it. I was all about savoring. I paused when I was entirely in, and then I stroked in and out slowly. I did it so I could build the tension and remain in control. She was whimpering and panting as I brought us closer to the ultimate release. Every time my piercing scraped across her G-spot, she moaned and tossed her head.

In no time, I was pumping in and out of her hard as she tugged and frantically squeezed her tits. Her wetness was increasing, and her insides fluttered around my cock, signaling she was close to coming. Picking up speed, I was somewhat hammering her pussy, and she was begging for more. I let more of my restraint slip away. This caused my thrusts to shake the whole bed. I could feel the tightening in my lower back and gut that told me I was about to come.

I was opening my mouth to warn her when she clamped down on me. More wetness coated me, and she screamed my name. Her pussy milked my cock, sending me over the edge, and I jerked and spilled my cum inside of her. I grunted with each blast. As she wrung the cum from me, I felt my legs go weak. I had to slump over her. She ran her hands up and down my back as we both finished and then lay there gasping for air.

I didn’t know how long we remained like that before we had no choice but to move. I reluctantly eased out of her and fell onto the mattress next to her. She rolled over to cuddle up against me with her head on my chest. We didn’t talk. We just let the moment and the whole experience sink in. As it did, I knew I would never want to let her go, and I’d do anything to keep her.