Page 48 of Wrapped in Red

I purred. “Just for you, Carson.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You want to come inside of me? You want to fill me with your hot fucking cum? I know you do; I can feel your body trembling beneath me. It’s okay if you come, baby. I want it so bad. I want it buried so deep inside of me so that I feel you for days. I want your cum dripping out of my wrecked hole.”

CC whimpered as I rotated my hips in fast circles around his shaft. Beads of sweat began to bead against my forehead and over my back.

“That dirty mouth. Bring it here.” He grabbed my chin so he could spear his tongue between my lips. He nipped and sucked on my tongue before he pulled away to bury his face in my neck.

“Give it to me, baby. Fill me with your cum. I want it. I need it,” I begged.

Every single one of his muscles tightened below me as his climax hit him in full force.

CC’s hips bucked up as he came with a low growl. He threw his head back as he flooded me, and just as I reached down to wrap my hand around my dick, I heard him say my name in a low, soft whimper.

“I love you, Carson.” It tumbled from my mouth before I could stop myself. “I love you,” I said again.

My orgasm hit me without needing to touch myself. A fireball of bliss raged inside of me as ropes of cum splattered against both my chest and CC’s before I dropped my forehead against his shoulder to catch my breath. This was what sex was supposed to be like with someone. The feeling of want, euphoria, and need all mixed into one. I didn’t want to move. I needed CC to stay buried inside me, grow soft, and then just slip out when he was ready.

“I got you, princess,” I heard CC whisper as he helped me onto the mattress and moved me onto my back.

He kissed my lips gently before I felt him climb from the bed. Then he returned with a warm cloth, which he used to gently clean me. No one had ever taken the time to care of me like this before. Tears pricked my eyes as he whispered softly about how beautiful I was, how he would always take care of me and make sure I was safe.

I felt so many emotions hit me all at once. CC could never truly be mine. He was too pure. He was too good. He would never love me like I loved him. I would ruin this relationship before it ever took off. I knew that. My big mouth would get in the way. My need to control everything. CC would want someone easy to be with.

When he was done, CC easily lifted me into his arms, pulled back the covers, then climbed onto the mattress beside me. I snuggled in next to his warmth, inhaling his familiar scent, and hummed softly when CC wrapped his arms around me.

“I love you,” I murmured again, not caring if he heard me or what he thought. Because it was the truth.

I realized it that night I kissed him for the first time, and I was ready to finally give in to my feelings.I was in love with my best friend, and I wanted him to know.

Chapter Fifteen

Carson

Istared up at theceiling of the hotel, watching the sun come up with my best-friend-slash-boyfriend tucked into my side. Ezra had said he loved me. Not once, but three times. Did he really mean it, and did I bring it up when he woke up, or should I just pretend that it never happened? I had never been in a relationship long enough where I felt like I had been in love. Was it because I was in love with Ezra?

I glanced down at him, and my heart slammed against my chest at the sight before me. Was that what this feeling was? Ezra had his face buried in my side, his fingers curled into the shirt I had put on before I climbed into bed with him, and one leg thrown over mine. This was nothing new, sleeping in a bed with him. I had woken up dozens of times with him like this. His hard dick pressed against me, and we had laughed it off. But had he been into me and never said anything?

I pushed the soft reddish curls back from his head so I could press my lips to Ezra’s forehead. My eyes took in the way his lashes brushed his cheek, the freckles that covered his face and the entirety of his body. I eased him onto his back so I could take in the whole package. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He instantly broke out in goosebumps without my warmth, but I needed to look at him. His creamy white skin, his pink nipples, and the gorgeous cock nestled between his legs, which was semi hard. I splayed my body over his, telling myself it was to keep him warm, but I knew better when my own dick grew hard at the thought of touching him.