New York Billionaires Series

Carter rests his head against the couch and swallows thickly. The muscles of his throat work with the movement. “Christ,” he mutters.

“You feel good,” I say.

“Oh yes, I do,” he says with a flash of his grin. It disappears when I trail my fingers around the sensitive head. A groan escapes him.

I don’t know how long I touch him. Teasing, exploring, getting to know the man who is so comfortable sitting naked on his couch and letting me do what I want. It’s tantalizing. He looks big, and thick, and I ache inside with the knowledge that I’ll soon feel every inch.

“Spitfire,” he finally says, voice hoarse. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I wasn’t the only one touching myself during our phone call.”

I meet his eyes, heavy-lidded and heated, and the last shred of my inhibition slips away. “You’re right,” I say. I give his erection a last, lingering stroke before I reach for my underwear.

It’s now or never.

I lift my hips and slide them down.

Carter doesn’t seem to be breathing. A large hand comes to rest on my knee, and I let him spread my legs. One hooks over his, my bare foot resting against his knee.

“I was lying like this,” I whisper. “But under the covers.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“How modest.” His warm hand rests on my inner thigh, his voice hoarse. “But what were you doing?”

I touch myself tentatively. Fingers moving in a familiar pattern. I’m already wet, and it’s embarrassing, but then I hear the soft murmurs in my ear.

“Fucking hell, do you know how hot you are? Doing this?” His left arm curves around my waist, tugging me firmly against his body. Long fingers brush over my nipple. “Do you usually tease yourself for a long time or make yourself come fast and hard?”

“It depends,” I whisper. “If I’m in a rush, or if I’m… very turned on.”

He bends over my shoulder to see what I’m doing and strands of his hair tickle my bare skin. His hardness is a heavy, warm weight against my leg.

“Look at that,” he mutters, watching my fingers circle. “That’s it.”

I lean my head against him and focus on the feelings. On the pleasure radiating from my own touch and from the erotic pinch of his fingers on my nipple. I’m breathing hard, but I’m keeping it together.

Until he kisses my neck.

I moan and a full-body shiver rushes over me. I have to pause my fingers or risk falling over the edge too soon.

Carter’s large hand slides up my inner thigh until his fingers brush my own. Asking to take over, just like I’d done with him.

I let him.

Oh, it’s so different when it’s not your own hand, and by God, had I forgotten that? It’s been too long, far too long, and I can’t wait-

He slides a finger inside. We’re both breathing hard, and when he adds his thumb, circling, I surrender entirely. Close my eyes and focus on breathing.

“You’re not watching the movie,” he murmurs against my cheek. “Pay attention.”

I turn my face toward his. “Asshole,” I say.

He laughs darkly and presses a kiss to my lips. With his fingers moving, pressed against him, it doesn’t take long until my pleasure turns into a coil ready to spring.

“Carter,” I breathe. “I can’t-I’m not-”

“Let me hear it,” he says. “Let me feel it.”

Pleasure rushes through my body and makes my back arch. My legs close on instinct, his hand trapped between them, still moving. Drawing out the last of my orgasm.

I feel weak when I finally collapse back against him. My thighs are weak, and I’m sensitive, which he seems to know, because his hand just gently cups me.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says in my ear. “Watching you come nearly made me explode.”

“I can’t believe that just happened.”

He kisses my neck again. “I can. You felt so good around my finger. Clenching, and unclenching, like you were squeezing my cock.”

“Oh God.”

“Too much?” His hands move reverently over my body. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. When we’ve argued, when we’ve joked. I thought of this. The phone sex the other night nearly drove me mad.”

I twist in his arms and reach for his neck, kissing him. My enthusiasm seems to take him by surprise, but he reciprocates, hands bracing my waist.

“To bed,” I tell him. “Now.”

In one swift movement he stands with me still in his arms. He walks and I kiss his neck and shoulders. It’s a great division of labor.

Carter lays me down on the bed and stretches out above me. He’s breathing hard, an arm on either side of my head, and the color of his eyes looks near-black in the dark room. “Can I fuck you?”

I’m nodding, my hands finding the silky strands of his hair again. He’s a heavy weight between my thighs. “Yes, yes, God yes.”

He reaches down, stops, and curses. “Condom,” he says and reaches for the bedside table. I close my eyes and breathe in and out, arousal like adrenaline through my veins.

Carter rolls it on, still kneeling between my legs. No fumbling and no hesitation. We both watch as he grips himself and pushes inside, inch by inch. I gasp when he’s halfway in. There’s a faint burning right at the entrance. He’s thicker than I’m used to.

His hand comes to rest on my hip. “Relax, Audrey,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

I take a deep breath. “Yes. Keep going.”

Carter eases inside with his hand still on my hip. His hoarse voice showers me with murmured compliments, words of encouragement, the sexiest kind of dirty talk. “You feel so good, that’s it… Jesus fuck, Audrey, you’re sweet. So beautiful too, the way you’re spread around me…”

My body accommodates, and then he’s fully in, a weight in my stomach. It’s deep and it feels earth-shattering, earth-changing, and I’d forgotten how intimate this is.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

I lock my legs around him. Forcing him even closer, until his chest hair tickles my nipples and his mouth brushes across mine. “Told you it had been a while,” I say.

He seems at a loss for words, and when he starts to move, the low groans in my ear sound like music. Just like they had on the other end of the phone. I run my hands over his back, fingers tracing smooth skin and rippling muscles.

His hips roll into me in a steady motion, deep and slow, and my entire body becomes languid with it. Carter bends to his elbows, mouth at my ear. He’s covering me completely and I never want him to stop doing it. “Stay the night,” he murmurs.