Page 16 of Forever After All (Pine Harbour #2)

Alice

T his is either going to be the worst mistake of my life, the best sex of my life, or possibly both.

Carter is safe, and exactly what I need in this moment. He makes it easy to trust him.

Being fucked in front of a big, exposed open window was not on my bingo card today, but holy shit, if this isn't the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. It’s so exhilarating.

I never considered exhibitionism to be up there on my list of kinks, but thinking about people watching us have sex has me more turned on than I ever thought possible.

To be fully exposed and not caring who can see is exciting. It's dangerous—and I fucking love it.

Being called princess? Yes, please. More of that.

Carter has the body of a god, there’s no other way to describe it.

He has the perfect six-pack, arms that look like they were chiselled from marble, and a deep, sexy V at his lower abdomen that leads to the perfect dick, which is currently slamming in and out of me.

Fucking your friend is probably not wise, but fucking Carter Green is a disaster. My best friend's brother-in-law.

What the hell are you thinking, Alice?

My current need for his body against mine outweighs the rational part of my brain that thinks—no, knows —this is a terrible idea.

"Carter, please, fuck," I beg him.

"Do you like being watched, princess?" he asks, moving forward slightly, pressing me further into the window.

My body clenches feeling the cold against my skin. I nod but say nothing as I try to regulate my breathing. With both of my hands pressed into the window, Carter leans over me, holding himself in place with one hand against the glass, he reaches around to pinch my clit once more.

"I said, do you like being watched?" he asks again.

"Yes," I cry out. "My god, that feels so good."

Carter pulls himself away from me, and I feel the emptiness in more ways than one. He drags a chair in front of the window and taps the seat, urging me to take a seat. I pull away from the window, the evidence of my sweaty palms trickles down the glass .

"Sit," he commands, and I just do as he says. Like saying no was ever an option.

"Spread your legs." I instinctively squeeze them shut, but he kneels in front of me, and places one hand on each thigh. "I said, spread your legs." He forces my thighs apart, exposing my bare centre to him.

"What are you doing?" I ask stupidly.

"Having dinner?" he replies so matter-of-factly that it sounds like a question and makes me burst out laughing. That is, of course, until he bends forward, licking the length of my core.

I feel more exposed than ever and he is driving me wild.

I arch my back to lift my hips to feel more of his warm tongue against me, but he presses my thighs into the chair, keeping me in place.

From between my legs, Carter looks up at me. "Look, princess. My job is to make you feel good, so please, lie back, relax, and let me do my job, okay?" He grins at me, one single wave of his hair falls out of place, down the centre of his forehead.

Bending forward again, he takes a deep breath in, and a low rumbling sound leaves his body as he consumes my scent before licking again, but this time he doesn't resurface. He licks, sucks, and touches every part of me.

I moan uncontrollably. Responding to him, I try to move my hips but it only makes him press my thighs down harder.

It feels like he knows my body better than I know it myself.

Without warning, he slides a finger inside of me, and I gasp at feeling him inside my body.

Instinctively, my pussy spasms around him.

I’m so desperate to be touched by this man that I savour every second.

He curls it towards him slowly and repeatedly until I am on the edge of the waterfall, ready to jump in.

Not altering his rhythm, Carter curls his finger—once, twice, three times until he pushes me over the edge, and nothing at all could stop the orgasm that rolls through my body.

I lose control and my body shakes. I lace my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me and scream his name as he draws my orgasm out of me, not stopping until I shudder in the chair, unable to move or speak.

Carter sits up, his beard glistening with my wetness and swipes his thumb over his lip. He brings his hand to my mouth. "Taste yourself. Look at me and taste yourself."

I stare into his eyes as he pushes his thumb between my lips. I suck, tasting myself on his skin, and I swirl my tongue over the tip of his thumb. He growls in response.

My breathing is ragged and I struggle to form a sentence, but I sit up in the chair, looking for a blanket to pull around my shoulders. The cool air of the apartment crashes against my skin as I sit up .

"What are you doing?" he asks, watching me scouting for a blanket.

"I'm cold," I say, and a small shiver causes my skin to pebble, making my nipples peak.

"We're not done yet." Carter extends his hand to mine and I take it. He pulls me to standing and I stare at his ass as he walks across the room, admiring the muscle definition in his body. He sits on the couch, and taps his thighs, inviting me to sit on him.

"I might squish you," I say to him in an almost giggle.

"I think I've proven that isn't true. Now, come here."

I straddle Carter on the couch, and he pulls me into a hug, wrapping me in his giant arms. He pulls a blanket from the arm of the couch and covers us both with it. We sit in total silence for a few minutes, before he gently grabs my chin, tilting my head back and forcing me to look at him.

"Do you want to finish what we started?" he asks so genuinely that my chest constricts a little. The care this man has for me is something I have never experienced.

Friends with benefits isn't always a bad idea.

"I do," I whisper.

Carter releases my chin, and the blanket falls from my shoulders, exposing myself to him once more.

He places his hands on my hips, brushing my skin with his thumbs.

I adjust myself slightly, and put my arms around his neck to lift myself off his lap.

Reaching down, I take hold of the base of his impressive dick, line it up with my entrance, and then I sit.

I let out a soft moan immediately, and he rolls his hips in response to me, which angles his head against my g-spot.

Having him inside of me as I straddle him feels different.

I feel fuller, it feels deeper, and I am in total control.

I grind my hips against him and he looks straight into my eyes.

"Just let yourself go, princess. I've got you." Running a hand up my back, Carter grips my neck as I fuck myself on him, deep and slow.

I moan repeatedly as I feel him squeeze tighter.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

"Mm-hmm," I pant out in between thrusts.

Carter's hips start working in tandem with mine, and he angles himself forward.

The slight change of position sends a shockwave down my spine and I jolt slightly.

Carter flexes his fingers into my neck, and without me even needing to say a word it's like he knows I'm going to come. He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and that’s all I need to reach the brink.

I start to roll my hips more as my head falls backwards and I whimper, trying to catch my breath.

Releasing his grip on my neck, Carter digs his fingers, once again, into my hips.

With frantic movements he starts to thrust harder and harder, until I hear "Oh, fuck, princess," and he starts to come with me.

He wraps his arms around my back and he lets go, coming inside of me.

I feel him everywhere, and he moans so loud into the room that it echoes around the walls.

Unfortunately for me, this is the time I choose to think about safe sex, and the fact that Carter just came inside of me. Well, that is a problem for tomorrow.

"Thank you, Carter. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being here." I nestle my head into the space between his shoulder and his neck, and we breathe heavily together for a few minutes. Once my breathing settle into a more normal rhythm, I lift my head up to look at him.

"I should go." A look of guilt washes over his face momentarily as he looks at me.

"You should stay," I reply. Standing from his lap, I bend down to pick up the blanket from the floor and wrap it around my shoulders to cover myself, leaving Carter to be the one naked and exposed this time. "Coffee?" I ask.

"Coffee," he answers, and it feels like we've had this conversation before.

Carter's body is drenched in the evening light that shines through the window, highlighting his dark hair, every one of his abs, and every vein in his arms. I have never appreciated how unbelievably gorgeous my friend is. But he's never been draped naked over my couch either .

I didn't plan for the night to go like this, but sometimes the unplanned nights are the ones that your soul needs the most. Finally talking about my traumatic relationship was the first step I needed to heal the broken parts of me.

Would I have told Carter had I not been having a panic attack in the middle of the street?

Probably not, but my god, I'm glad it was him.

He didn't judge me, try to fix it, or try to provide me with a solution.

He just listened. He gave me the strength to tell my story, even at the parts where it was hard for him to hear.

Then, when I needed someone the most, when I needed to feel anything apart from the sadness, he showed up for me again.

He took charge of my body and my soul, and, for the first time in a really long time, I let myself let go.

I have never felt safer than I did with Carter this evening.

Truly submitting your body to another human even for one night is so empowering, especially when it is someone that only has your best interests at heart.

"Carter," I muse at him over the sound of the coffee pot gurgling in the background. "Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

"I can stay, Alice. Of course I can stay. I do have a small request, though."

"Sure, what's up?" I ask in return.

"I need to shower." He gestures up and down his body with his hand. "It's getting kinda sticky over here. "

"Oh shit, yeah, of course." I giggle. "It's the first door on the right down the hall. I have an en suite in my bedroom. The shower is great in there."

"Thanks," he replies. Standing from the couch Carter walks down the hall, and I can't help but stare at my friend's naked body as he disappears out of the room.

My tall, sexy, dark-haired, body of a god, hands of an angel friend.