Page 18 of Defensive Zone (Chicago Thunder #3)

Chapter Seventeen

Zach

I’m not sure if Carter is purposely trying to torture me or if he simply doesn’t realize the impact his touch has on me.

With his head propped up on one fist, he drifts his fingers lazily down my bare chest, tracing over the curves of my pecs before grazing featherlight strokes over the hair on my chest. He circles my nipple with a fingertip, and I shiver.

“You like that?” His face lights up with a grin.

“Yeah, I do.”

It’s been a week since I introduced him to the magical world of frotting, and to say he’s been curious would be an understatement. Carter is eager. Very eager. To the point I’ve had to slow him down at times because I haven’t wanted to rush this.

Showering together has become a regular occurrence since the time Carter kissed me. He claims it’s to save the environment by sharing water and to keep an eye on me in case I have a dizzy spell, but I think he likes having an excuse to take care of me.

So, with nothing else better to do, we decided to spend the afternoon watching a movie in bed. Though it seems Carter isn’t interested in watching the movie anymore and has made it his mission to make me lose my mind.

His cock rests semi-erect against my hip, and my mouth waters at the sight of his incredible body on display for me. My hands itch to touch him, but I keep them at my sides as his hand travels further down my body. I want to give him this time to become familiar with me.

His fingers coast over my navel and the trail of hair leading down to my cock. I can tell he wants to touch me, but he’s holding himself back. Like he’s afraid he’ll do something wrong.

“You can touch me,” I manage to croak out.

“Will you tell me how you like it?” His voice is barely audible over the blood pounding in my ears.

I give him a shaky nod and guide his hand over my closely cropped pubic hair, down to my aching shaft. He wraps his fingers around it, and I motion for him to pump his fist in slow strokes.

His tongue darts out to lick a wet path across his lips as he watches his hand work me over. His dark eyes are molten, filled with desire.

“Use your thumb over the head,” I say all breathy, and when he sweeps his thumb over the sensitive head, I hiss. “Yesss! That’s it.”

The look he gives me is full of pride. Like he can’t quite believe he’s turning me on so much. His thumb collects a bead of precome on the next upstroke before he twists his palm around the swollen head. His movements become more confident, alternating between massaging my balls and pumping my cock.

My spine arches up as he squeezes my shaft.

“Harder,” I demand between gritted teeth.

His breath comes out in rapid bursts as he jerks me harder and faster. I groan, fisting the bedsheet as my thighs and abs tense. My climax is imminent. Pooling at the base of my spine as my balls draw up tight.

Carter must sense I’m close. I’m leaking more precome, giving him the perfect glide.

“Carter,” I moan, only it’s muffled when he slams his mouth against mine and I’m unable to hold back much longer. The kiss is desperate. Hard and hungry. It’s almost like he’s starving, and sucking on my tongue is his only salvation.

“I want to fuck you,” he murmurs against my lips, and it’s those five words that set my world alight.

Stars blind my eyes as I let go. He strokes me through my orgasm, gliding his tongue lazily into my mouth as my release paints his fist and my stomach. The sheer force with which my orgasm hits me causes my brain to go offline for a few seconds.

“Holy shit.” He grins widely. “That was so hot.” His thumb teases the sensitive glans on my cockhead, and my body jolts from the ripples of aftershocks it sends through me.

“Carter,” I hiss, trying to slap his hand away with shaky movements as my legs melt into the bed.

He releases me with a quiet snicker and brings his hand to his mouth, licking the evidence of my release off his skin. If I hadn’t just come as hard as I did, I would come again at the sight. My softening cock gives an appreciative throb.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

His dark hair is damp from the shower and beginning to curl. A light sheen of sweat glistens against his smooth skin, emphasizing his sculpted muscles, and his full lips are swollen and his mouth is slightly red with beard burn.

But it’s the magnitude of pleasure shining in his eyes that has my breath hitching.

Fuck, I can’t believe this is really happening.

With Carter. My best friend. The man I’ve been in love with since I was ten years old.

Smiling proudly, he leans down and captures my mouth in a slow kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue.

Carter has me on his tongue.

“Can I fuck you?” he whispers against my lips.

I nod several times, unable to find my words as I gasp for breath.

Without a word, he rises up on his knees and retrieves the bottle of lube from my bedside table and a condom. A small frown lines his brows as he eyes the square packet in his hand, but it disappears just as quickly.

“What is it?” I ask.

Soulful, brown eyes latch on to mine, a bashful smile lifting his lips at being caught. “I know it sounds stupid, but I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone else.”

I pinch his nipple. “Right back ’atcha.”

“Fuck.” He slaps my hand away and rubs over his pec. “I know I have no right to be jealous, but I am. Is that bad?”

“Is it weird I kinda like your jealousy?” I card my fingers through his curls. I love that his hair is getting longer. “As long as it’s not coming from a place of distrust, I kinda dig it.”

He shakes his head vehemently. “No, I do trust you, implicitly. I just…” He pauses, and his eyes bore into mine, almost like he’s hoping to find the right words. “I’ve always felt very possessive of you, but you remember that couple in Hawaii? I wanted to rip their hands off when they touched you, and I know I shouldn’t have felt that way at the time, but you’re mine, and even back then I knew I didn’t want anyone touching what’s mine.”

Sliding my hand around his head to cup his cheek, I bring his face to mine, nipping his bottom lip between my teeth before kissing him again.

“I am yours. I’ve always been yours, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He answers by pushing his tongue into my mouth, and I groan.

“And I’m yours. All yours,” he mumbles between kisses.

“Good. Now get me ready, Lockwood. I’m going to need a lot of prep to take your big cock.”

His grin is wicked as he sits back on his haunches and slowly jerks himself.

“Damn right,” he says with a cocky wink.

Bending one knee to my chest, Carter kneels between my thighs and lifts my other leg, pressing it toward my chest. He rubs lubed fingers in slow circles around my rim, flicking his eyes between my hole and my face. A shuddering breath whooshes out of me as he presses one finger inside.

“You okay?” he asks, halting his movements.

“Yeah,” I rasp. “Keep going.”

He eases his finger in further and a low groan rumbles in my chest as pleasure ripples through me. He thrusts his finger in and out in slow, controlled movements until he breaches the rings of muscle, and his knuckles are pressed up against my skin.

“Holy shit. You’re so tight,” he gasps, curling his finger inside me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he brushes my prostate. I came less than ten minutes ago, but the ache in my balls grows stronger as he works me over. One finger becomes two, and before I know it, he’s three fingers deep, and my cock is a steel bar against my thigh again.

I’m rocking against him, seeking him out with every thrust of his fingers.

“Carter,” I beg, my nails digging into my skin as I try to keep hold of my knee. “I need you.”

He removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. His hand trembles slightly with nerves as he rolls the condom on his cock and covers himself with lube before adding more to my hole. He tosses the bottle to the floor and moves up the bed, resting my ankle on his shoulder and lining up his cock.

But he doesn’t push in right away.

His breath hitches as he takes me in. Starting at my face, his gaze makes its way down my torso to where my cock rests heavy against my heated skin. It throbs under his watchful eye, before moving further down to where the head of his cock is pressing against my stretched hole. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, and when his eyes land back on mine, there’s a slight flush to his cheeks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

I want to argue with him that he’s the beautiful one here. That I thought he was beautiful the first moment I saw him, and I thought it every day since, but I can’t speak. I can barely breathe from the thick emotion threatening to burst from inside me.

I’ve wanted this for so long. Craved it, even. I’ve imagined this moment so many times that it was the only fuel I needed to make myself come.

And now that it’s actually happening, I could cry.

But it’s not the time to get emotional, not when my body is humming with the familiar burn as Carter slowly starts to sink his cock inside me. Despite the fact that Carter had three fingers inside me, I wasn’t kidding when I said he’s big.

Planting his hands on either side of my head, he watches intently as he slowly slides his cock in and out. There’s a slight furrow in his dark brows as he concentrates, sweat beading at his hairline, and his parted lips allow quiet whimpers to escape as he moves his hips in shallow thrusts.

“Carter,” I pant. “You feel so fucking good, but I need you to move. You don’t need to go easy on me.”

His eyes lock onto mine, seeking my approval to know he isn’t going to mess this up. I give a small nod, and it’s all it takes for him to move. It’s like the tightly strung band he was holding on to snaps. His hips piston into me, switching it up between short, erratic thrusts and slow, long drags that have my toes curling. His cock pegs my prostate every time, and I’ve never felt so fucking full in my life.

“Zach,” he cries into my mouth.

We’re not kissing, but our open mouths are pressed together. Exchanging heavy breaths and pleasured grunts as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills my ears.

His thrusts become jagged as he climbs closer to his release. I let go of my leg and grasp his face in my hand, pulling him down until our sweaty foreheads are pressed together.

Staring up into those gorgeous eyes, I demand, “Come for me, Carter.”

He doesn’t break my stare as his body jerks, and I feel the heat of his release as it fills the condom. My name is a mantra he repeats over and over as he continues to pump his cock inside me, riding out his orgasm. The friction of his abdomen against the underside of my shaft is the only stimulation I need to come again, spilling my release between our bodies.

“Carter,” I moan against his lips.

I don’t know how long we lie there for, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle caresses of heated skin. I let out a soft cry as Carter slips his soft cock from my ass. I’m vaguely aware of him disposing of the condom, but my brain is too blissed out. Floating on a sex cloud, not ready to come down from the high.

“We’re going to need another shower,” he says quietly between kisses. “You’ve made a mess.”

“Yeah, in a minute.”

My release is drying against our skin where we’re pressed together, but neither of us makes a move. We end up falling asleep, Carter still lying on top of me, and it’s the best afternoon I’ve ever had.