Carter’s cheeks flush instantly, his throat bobbing as he avoids my gaze, his fingers flexing like he doesn’t know what to do with them, like he’s bracing for my reaction. Oh my god. He’s shy about it. I bite my lip, fighting the smile threatening to form, because he’s already struggling enough, already trying to keep himself together when I can see exactly how much he’s about to come undone. But I don’t say anything. Not yet. Instead, I shift, pressing my hands to his chest, feeling the steady, solid warmth of him beneath my palms, feeling the way his muscles flex and tense under my touch.

Then, slow, deliberate, teasing, I roll my hips against him. Carter chokes on his own breath.

His fingers snap tight against my skin, his head tipping back against the couch, his lips parting, a low, broken sound slipping from his throat before he can stop it. And I feel all of him.

Thick, hard, pressing against me through the thin fabric of his briefs, making my stomach twist, making me wonder how the hell he’s been hiding this from me for so long. So I do it again. I grind against him, slow, deliberate, watching the way his entire body reacts, watching the way his jaw clenches like he’s trying so hard not to make a sound but completely failing.

And then, just to make sure he really hears it, just to push him even further, I murmur, “Fuck, Carter… you’re so big.”

His breath shudders, his fingers digging into my waist, his body jerking beneath me like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

And because he can’t help it, because I’m clearly breaking him, because he’s seconds away from completely unraveling, he admits it. “I—I know.”

I swear to god, I have never wanted anyone more in my entire life. His hands are clutching my waist like he’s barely holding himself together, his breath coming in sharp, uneven pulls, his entire body trembling beneath me.

I could give him a second to process everything that’s happening. But why the fuck would I do that when I can feel exactly how much he wants this?

I shift again, rolling my hips one more time, dragging over him, pressing down just enough to feel him twitch beneath me, just enough to hear that delicious, broken sound rip from his throat again. Just to see how far I can push him, just to see if I can completely destroy what little self-control he has left, I lean in, my lips brushing his ear, my voice low and sweet as I ask “do you want me to taste you?”

His head slams back against the couch, his chest rising too fast, his fingers tightening so hard against my skin I swear I feel his nails press in. “Oh, fuck.”