Saving Hailey: Chapter 32

“Five more minutes,” I mutter, kissing Carter’s neck while he gently wakes me.

“I need to be on the road soon.” He pushes his hand under the duvet, swiping two fingers between my pussy lips.

My mouth parts against his neck when he slowly dips one finger inside, testing how wet I am. “I need a shower,” I mutter. “Come with me?”

He retreats his hand, his shoulders squaring. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s too soon.”

It takes me a moment to understand what he’s getting at. An unwanted memory of Darius’s hands exploring my body makes me shudder.

“Is that why you pushed me away when I ambushed you at the safe house?”

He smirks, grazing his lips over my ear. “I would’ve pushed you away no matter where you ambushed me. Even if you’d said you trust me back then, I wouldn’t fuck you in the shower.”

“You should.”

He cocks an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. I might be taking this too far, but whatever. He’s the only person I trust with my unfiltered thoughts. I rise on one elbow, examining the frown creasing his forehead.

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?”

“I… I want you to erase what Darius did to me.”

His teeth clench while he processes my request. Either he’s bracing to let me down easy, or he’s wondering how to get it done without triggering my trauma. Either way, he’s staring into the distance, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

“I don’t want the last memory I have of—”

“Shh,” he tuts, sitting up. “I’ll fuck that memory right out of your pretty head if that’s what you need.”

I give him a small smile, leaning in for a quick peck.

It doesn’t end there…

He catches my lips with his, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, one hand cinching my nape to hold me in place. I love when he does this. I love every ounce of the possessiveness he pours into his kiss. And I love when he’s like this…so territorial and dominating. He forces me to submit and take what he offers. There’s something undeniably freeing about surrendering control, even if my control is tiny in comparison to his.

He moves away with an arrogant smirk because he knows I’ll move with him, starved for more. Drunk and high on his taste, addicted to the feelings he evokes, and the safe cocoon he weaves around me.

I climb onto his lap, my hands cupping his face, thumbs brushing the soft skin under his eyes while he fills his hands with my hips, drawing me closer.

“Good girl,” he whispers, skimming his lips along my jaw and lower. “Such a good fucking girl when you obey.”

I whimper, tangling my fingers in his hair. My back bows when he dips his head to suck my nipple. Grazing his teeth along the peak, he sucks harder, toying with the other breast.

“Remember the rules, Hailey. Use your safe word if you want to stop.”

A nod is all he gets. I’m lost in the moment, focused solely on the heat of his touch.

He takes his time, driving me crazy, like he wants to clear my head until there’s nothing there but him and the orgasm he can give me. Like he wants me to barely register anything aside from him, his lips, his hands, and the gravelly sound of his voice.

It works. I’m aware of him hauling me into his arms, but I’m more focused on his lips sketching lines along my neck and sucking a soft spot to make a hickey than the fact he’s carrying me across the room.

I’m more focused on his heavy breaths and guttural grunts, than him pushing me against the bathroom wall.

The water starts running, the noise like a distant soundtrack to the fire burning within me. He inches away, his dark eyes roving me from head to toe.

“So fucking beautiful,” he grunts, tiptoeing his fingers through the valley between my breasts, the other hand holding my chin. He slides his thumb into my lips, challenging me to suck while his other hand reaches my clit.

I didn’t think Carter touching me in the shower would trigger me—but I was wrong.

Darius hijacks my mind out of nowhere. The sleazy look in his eyes, his calloused hand between my legs, the other pinning my wrists above my head…

My mind riots and the next sound leaving my lips is far from a breathless moan.

“No, Hailey,” Carter grits out, his tone firm, his forehead dropping onto mine. “Don’t go back there. Look at me.”

I force my eyes open, staring into the abyss of his dark irises. The longer I study the adoration and determination painting his face, the more my fear subsides into calm.

“That’s it, focus on me and how good you feel.” He steps closer, my candy-hard nipples brushing against his sternum with every erratic breath.

He takes my lips in a slow, erotic kiss, and slips his hand lower, circling my entrance with two fingers.

And Darius steals me again.

I go rigid, bracing for the intrusion, reality mixing with the past and threatening to collapse around me.

“Hailey,” Carter emphasizes, his forehead returning to mine. “It’s me. It’s me touching you. I won’t hurt you.”

“I know, I just… I’m okay, please don’t stop.”

“Eyes on me.” He crowds me further and I crane my neck to meet his gaze. “Whose are you, pretty girl?” he asks, dipping two fingers inside me.

A moan flies past my lips, broken at the end by a whimper when the past momentarily invades the present. I grip Carter’s biceps, holding on for dear life, and focus on the red lines tattooed across his chest.

Slowly, he works his fingers deeper, curling them to stroke my G spot. Everything inside me coils to unbearable levels when he does it again, faster and faster, his chest heaving against mine, the warm water trickling down our bodies.

My spine arches off the tiles, but I don’t dare close my eyes. I keep them wide open, grounding myself in the present the only way that works: by staring at his tattoo. The permanent proof he loves me and wants to spend his forever with me.

“Whose are you, Hailey?” he grunts, dragging his hand up my side. “Say my name.”

“Carter. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He covers my mouth with his palm.

There’s no need for that. No one’s here save for us, but it’s one more detail that feels familiar and keeps me in the present, with him.

He powers his fingers deeper, faster, toys with my G spot like it’s a button that only works when pushed with a secret combination of touches.

“Look at you,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re mine. Fucking perfect. Where’s my orgasm? Close, isn’t it?”

I nod, half-limp against him. My legs tremble so hard I can barely keep myself upright.

“Three,” he tuts, pressing his whole body into me, his hard cock imprinted against my belly. “Two… you better come for me.” Just like he did at Lakeside, he swaps his fingers, using his ring and index to fuck me, and the middle one to circle my back entrance. “One, Hailey. Let go.”

My body tenses like a piano wire, pure pleasure seizing my muscles. One more thrust and I’m coming. Dark spots dance before my eyes and fireworks skitter across my nerve endings as Carter sinks into my mouth, swallowing every sound I make.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, slowly pulling his fingers out. Holding my gaze, he lifts them to his lips.

My stomach cramps as I watch him lick me off him, savoring the taste like he’s sampling the finest wine. He scoots me into his arms, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist, and pins me against the wall again, using one hand to guide his cock inside me.

He doesn’t wait for my reaction, sinking balls-deep in a long, slow, measured thrust. I feel every inch, the intensity of that stroke bordering on too much. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s the most divine sensation when he stretches me slowly, bottoming out with a low growl, his fingers flexing round my thighs.

“That’s so good,” I murmur, staring into his dark eyes.

He does it again… pulls out oh so slowly and sinks back inside with enough force to tip my world sideways. He’s not rushing, but somehow he makes every thrust so intense I can barely take it.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, using him as leverage to lift myself higher. Enough to reach his lips and slip my tongue into his mouth, tasting him in sync with his cock sinking inside me.

“Oh God,” I mewl when he moves one hand to toy with the other hole.

“You promised me this, Hailey. I’ll hold you to it. Not today, but soon.” He circles the ring of muscles, slowly easing his thumb inside. A fit of shivers makes me spasm and I can’t hope to control the sounds leaving my lips.

I cling to him, my lips drawing lines in the crook of his shoulder and neck. I nip his ear next, but nothing gets me the reaction I crave. He makes me lose my sanity with the faintest touch and I want him to lose his… but his control never wavers. I hate that I can’t give him the same high he gives me every time he’s close. I want him crawling out of his skin, so turned on he can’t think straight.

There’s only one way to make that happen. And I’m done letting him talk me out of it.

“Stop,” I pant.

Even though he’s only supposed to stop when I say apple, he freezes. He’s still deep inside me, his thumb in my ass past the first knuckle, but he stops moving.

His heart thumps faster, dark eyes searching mine. “What is it?” he asks, nudging my nose with his. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…” I wiggle until he gets the hint and lets me stand. “My turn,” I add before I sink to my knees, taking him in one hand.

“Hailey,” he grunts, a clear warning laced through the order in his tone. “No.”

“If you’re not enjoying it, if I’m hurting you, or if you’re uncomfortable, say apple,” I instruct, working my hand up and down his hard cock. “But if you’re worried about my head… stop. I won’t push myself further than I can go.”

He stares at me, lips parted, fire burning in his eyes. Dark, wet hair falls onto his forehead, sending trickles of water down his handsome face. All hard lines and ruthless attitude. He makes my blood sing when he stares at me like I’m being bad and he can’t decide whether he loves that attitude or his hand needs to teach me how to be his good girl.

I purposely twist my hand at the tip the way he liked when we played in the shower at Lakeside, racing to get the other off faster.

“I want this,” I add because the battle raging inside him is nowhere near over. “Please… let me.”

“Fuck, Hailey—”

“Don’t deny me,” I plead, looking up at him. “Unless you don’t want my lips around you…”

He’s silent, staring me down and I squirm under his burning gaze, waiting for permission. While it’s me with the traumatic memories, Carter’s the one who has to agree. He has as much right to consent as I do.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, curling one finger under my chin so he can see my eyes clearly.

“I’m sure.”

He heaves a long breath, his eyes darkening further. “Okay. Give me your hand.”

A small frown creases my forehead. “Why?”

“Because you won’t be able to say apple when your mouth’s full. Hold my hand all the time. If you feel uncomfortable, if you don’t like it, let go and I’ll stop. Is that clear?”

I nod quickly.

“Do not push your boundaries, Hailey. The second you’re uncomfortable, let go.”

“I promise.”

He traces his thumb along my lip. “Fuck… you have no idea how gorgeous you look on your knees for me.”

The praise ropes me into him more. Any doubts lurking in the depths of my subconscious disperse at the raw adoration radiating off him.

“Let me start,” I say, unsure if I’m brave enough to hand over control right away.

“At your own pace,” he agrees.

His eyes almost roll back when I move my hand down his length and scoot forward, my warm breath fanning his cock.

Precum beads at the tip, the sight so sinfully erotic I’m instantly slick between my legs. I may just have orgasmed but knowing how much having me on my knees turns him on is enough to make me quiver with anticipation.

I clear my head of all distractions, focused on one goal: make Carter lose his mind the way I lose mine whenever he drops his mouth to my pussy. The man’s not only a magician… he also gets off on seeing me satisfied.

I want that too.

I want to be the reason he can’t hold himself upright, the reason his knees buckle and his inhibitions fly out the window.

Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out, licking the tip. Just the few drops of precum. His taste soaks my tongue, a little salty, but pleasant. Clean and fresh. Not like I remem—

Nope. Not going there.

Desperate to draw a line between the past and the present, I take Carter in my mouth, sliding my lips as far as possible without triggering my gag reflex.

“Fuck,” he groans, gathering my hair back into a rough ponytail. “Good girl, you’re doing great.”

He’s loving this. I can tell by the goosebumps dotting his arms and his fingers flexing in my hair. Still, he’s firmly in control and I won’t have it. I want him so out of it he loses it entirely as he spills.

Determined to witness the moment when his control snaps, I double my efforts. Pulling back, I swallow him down again, my cheeks hollow, teeth scraping the underside, one hand moving in sync with my lips, the other firmly in his grasp.

I want to toy with his balls, but I know the moment I do, he’ll yank his hips back and I won’t be allowed to touch him again.

“Perfect,” Carter mutters, every next word less comprehensible, less audible. “Don’t stop.”

Not a chance.

Moving faster, I swallow him down further, so far the gag reflex sets in. It’s minuscule and lasts exactly as long as I allow so it doesn’t bother me.

In fact, I’m spurred on by the sounds Carter makes whenever I take him a little deeper. His eyes bore into mine whenever I look up, checking the look on his face.

It’s pure filth.

Raw, feral need. Adoration like no other.

I twist my hand to gather his balls every time I slide all the way back. There’s no way I’ll ever take his whole length down my throat, but I don’t think he minds.

“Hailey,” he rasps a moment later. “Out, pretty girl.”

I don’t let him move. I want his taste coating my tongue as he spills, and I want to be the one who gets him off. Me not his hand.

He gets the hint and stops fighting. I feel the moment the orgasm explodes at the base of his spine because he completely stills before his inhibitions snap. He thrusts into my mouth, hips jerking without rhyme or rhythm while I milk him dry.

He doesn’t go deep. Every stroke is just about perfect, allowing me enough room to swallow as he empties on my tongue, my throat contracting along his cock.

I’m so proud I could float a few inches off the ground.

The litany of guttural grunts, gasps, sharp inhales, and curses falling from Carter’s lips makes me work that much harder for the few seconds it takes his orgasm to die down.

I release him with a pop when he’s done, his fingers slowly untangling from my wet hair. Wiping the corner of my lips with one finger, I look up, meeting his dark, satisfied eyes that sparkle like never before.

“I’ll get better,” I say, rising to my feet. “Give me time.”

Instead of words, he takes my face in both hands to kiss me long and hard. It’s not his usual restless, intentional foreplay kiss. This is more. So much more. Words without sound. Soothing, calming, loving.

I wrap my arms around his neck, giving in to the kiss, almost melting in his arms.

“How are you doing?” he asks, his nose skimming mine. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

He moves his hand between my legs and pushes one finger inside me before his features relax. “Wet. You got off on that, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Good. Oral is supposed to be fun for both parties.”

“It was.” I smile, kissing his forehead. “I’ve been dying to see you lose control.”

He smirks, gently patting my butt—a silent command to move away. “I’ll never lose control around you.” He grabs a bottle of hair shampoo and spins me around, lathering a generous amount through my long locks.

Darius did that too, but I don’t care. He’s just a distant, blurred memory, like a dream I had years ago.

“Which part did you enjoy?” Carter asks.

“Um… the way you taste. And the look on your face when you came. And how you flexed your fingers in my hair.”

I can’t see his face, but I swear he’s smiling. It’s in that small puff of air he pushes down his nose: content amusement.