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TRUST EXERCISES
Carter
“CUTEST FUCKING RACCOON I’VE EVER seen.”
“I don’t wanna be a racoon,” Olivia pouts, and I chuckle, wiping away the remnants of her mascara.
“There. No more raccoon, just my beautiful girl.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. “For being patient with me. For helping me work through this.”
She slips her hands around my neck and presses her lips to mine, coaxing my mouth open. The sweep of her tongue is tentative, like she’s testing the waters, so I grab her hips, rocking them against mine. I want her now, the same way I’ve always wanted her, so I take the control I crave, giving her what she needs until we’re nothing but lashing tongues, rough hands, and searing touches.
I lift her shirt over her head and slip one lacy bra strap o her shoulder, littering the skin there with kisses, dotting it with tiny, purple marks as I suck on her and ditch the bra altogether. Setting her on her feet, I drop to my knees and shimmy her jeans o her hips, down her smooth legs. My thumb teases the edge of her panties, and she sinks her ngers into my hair, her back hitting the wall when I shift the satin and my lips meet the pool of warmth between her thighs.
Her exhale is a breath of raw desire and need that fuels my tongue as it dips inside her, and I groan as the sweet taste of her lls my mouth.
“Carter,” Olivia whimpers, wrapping my tie around her st, guiding me up to her.
I slide my ngers into the hair at the nape of her neck, opening her up to me as I devour her mouth. Her ngers tighten around my tie, hauling me closer, and our chests heave together as I bracket her jaw in my hand, our lips a breath apart.
“Want to have some fun?” she asks on a raspy breath.
My gaze dips to the midnight blue tie in her st then ips back up. Fuck me, what is going through her mind right now? Surely it can’t be what I’m thinking, watching her wind that thing around her knuckles like she wants to… use it.
“Trust exercises?” I ask, breathless.
Her teeth tug on her bottom lip, lashes batting, and I’m already pulling the tie free, watching the silk slip between her ngers.
“How do you want to trust me tonight?”
Something mischievous dances in her dark eyes. “Blindly.”
Fucking shit, I’m dead. Gone, deceased, six feet under. What the fucking fuck? Is this the result of her reading smutty books? Because o-fucking-kay, I’ll buy her the whole damn romance section and turn a room into a library for her.
“Are you sure?” Because I’m kinda freaking out.
Olivia takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Like the obsessed puppy I am, I follow. Her lips touch mine, tender and sweet, and when she pulls my tie from around my neck, my cock pitches an entire four-person tent in my goddamn pants.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I blurt.
“Me neither.” She kisses the dimple in my right cheek when I smile. “I love your dimples.”
“I love—” My jaw slams shut. My throat’s itchy; I bring my hand to it. “Um.
I love, um… your butt.” Shut up. “And, um… everything… about you?” Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Before I can embarrass myself further, I lift her onto the bed. She leans back on her heels and reaches for me. Smiling, I shake my head.
“I’m in charge, remember?” I run the tip of my tie across her collarbone, around one beautiful nipple, watching as it hardens to a sti peak. Her stomach clenches as the silk swirls around her belly button and dips lower, trailing up the inside of her thighs, ghosting over her glistening pussy. “Isn’t that how this will work tonight? I lead, and you trust me?”
Olivia nods, eyes widening as she watches me undress. She licks her ruby lips, shifting, thighs rubbing together. She wants me to touch her, and I will. I won’t be able to take my hands o her once I start.
Naked, I join her on the bed, settling behind her. The tip of my nose trails her neck until my lips meet her ear. “I need you to know that I’d never hurt you.
Hurting you would break my heart, and you own that thing. You’re my Ollie girl.”
Her hands quiver on her thighs, gripping that tie like her life depends on it.
“Tell me. Tell me you know I won’t hurt you.”
Her inhale is sharp, words a whisper. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Tell me you’re perfect.”
She tenses, ngernails digging into her creamy thighs. “I’m so far from perfect.”
“But you’re perfect for me.” My lips meet hers before she can object again, and I drag the tie from her hands. “Close your eyes, gorgeous.”
I lay the silk over her eyes and loop it together behind her head. The ends drape down her back, the midnight blue a stark contrast to her milky skin.
“Does that feel okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice crackles, and I link our ngers together, kissing her lips. She turns her face, seeking more, but I move o the bed. “Carter,” she whispers, reaching instinctively for me, chest rising rapidly.
“It’s okay, baby.” I scrub a hand over my mouth, because sweet fucking fuck, she’s a vision. On her knees in the center of my bed, my tie stealing her vision, leaving her vulnerable and open to me. “I’m right here. Listen to my voice.”
Her hands fall to her knees, exing. She takes a deep breath, nodding.
“You’re stunning. Fucking breathtaking. I can’t believe you’re mine. I want to take a picture of you like this, burn this moment into my memory forever.”
Olivia trembles when the tip of my pointer nger lands between her shoulder blades, falling down her spine. “Okay.”
Okay? Okay what? I wasn’t asking, I was just—“I can take your picture?” It comes out a shitload breathy, earning me a giggle from my pretty lady.
“If you want.”
“If I—if I fucking want? Are you fucking with me right now, Ollie?”
A cheeky smile blooms. “Soon, hopefully.”
I hu a chuckle. “Listen to you. Spending too much time with me.” I open my mouth on her shoulder, teeth pressing into her delicate skin, and she moans.
“For my eyes only. Promise.”
“I trust you.”
She doesn’t, but she will. I’ll make sure of it, and when I have that trust, I’ll never, ever break it. I’ll know how lucky I’ll be to have earned it.
I’m glad she can’t see the way I scramble for my phone, how it falls from my hands, the way I dive for it before it can hit the oor. I’ve got fucking butterngers right now because I can’t believe any of this is happening.
I get my shit together before I climb behind her on the bed, inhaling enough air to submerse myself between her legs without needing to come up for air for at least ve minutes, which is basically what I plan to do.
But rst, I wind her hair around my st and tug, tipping her head to the side to grant my lips access to that neck. Her shoulder erupts with goose bumps as my mouth moves over her, licking a slow path across her delicious skin, and I snap the rst picture. When her head lolls and her mouth opens with a moan, my ngers tweaking one nipple, I take the second picture.
“Carter,” Olivia whimpers, palm closing around my aching cock. “I want to taste you.”
There’s no holding in that groan. It rumbles out as I squeeze her tits, slamming her against me. “You can’t say things like that, Ollie girl.”
“Please, Carter.”
I rocket to my feet, standing in front of her and sting my cock. It would be rude of me to decline her when she asks so nicely.
Olivia wets her lips in anticipation. “Will you take a picture?”
My body stills. “Of-of—”
“Yes.” She reaches for me, and goddammit, she manages to nd my cock on the rst try without seeing. Must be some soul-mate shit. And also the size of my sword of thunder.
She squeezes gently, so fucking tiny against me, and when she starts stroking my hard length, I snap the picture, one that’s denitely going to send me over
the edge every time I look at it, which will be fteen hundred times a day, give or take.
She tilts her face up, waiting for instruction.
I brush my thumb over the sweep of her rosy cheek. “Open your mouth, baby.”
I haul her forward the moment her lips part, and the second her tongue icks out, tasting that drop of cum before she takes me in her mouth, I fucking whimper. My hips jerk forward and my cock hits the back of her throat. Her ngernails bite into my hips as she slides her mouth over me, and my eyes blaze
as I take a picture.
I stroke her cheek. “My wild girl.”
Something heavy and feral claws up my chest, begging me to lose control, to take everything I want and more. I can’t lose control though, not tonight, not when I’m trying to show her all the ways she can trust me. But Jesus Christ, all I want to do right now is fuck her pretty mouth and watch her fucking gag.
Her hand works the base of my cock where her mouth can’t reach, and when she hums around me, a sound of desire that makes me vibrate, I hiss, ripping my cock free.
“Lie back and open your legs. Let me see your pretty pussy.”
She does as she’s asked, dark curls a wild mess against my white pillows, ruby red lips glistening, every inch of her ushed. She’s a fucking angel, and when she parts her thighs, I swear I die a little inside. I take another picture, but it’ll never do her justice.
“Look at you, baby.” I crawl between her legs, inhaling her scent. Like sweet maple syrup, I wanna lick every inch of her up. “So wet. Can you feel it?”
My tongue glides up her slit, and her back lifts o the bed with her cry.
Guiding her hand down her body, I stop just below her belly button.
“Touch yourself, baby. Feel how wet you are, how excited this makes you.”
The color in her cheeks deepens, and I stop her argument before it can leave her lips with my mouth on hers.
“You’re beautiful, Ollie. Every single inch of you awless, including those soft, gooey insides you try so damn hard to hide. I don’t want you to ever be embarrassed with me.”
“It’s never, ever been like this before,” Olivia whispers, trembling ngers gripping mine tightly. “I don’t know why it’s so dierent with you, Carter.”
I know why. Pretty sure she does too. It’s part of what scares us both, I think.
Forever is a long time.
Instead, I press my mouth to her ear and tell her, “You’re my favorite kind of dierent.”
Her body heats as I kiss my way down it, like my lips blaze a trail of re in their wake. I guide her ngers up the inside of her thigh, through her wet slit.
“Jesus,” I mutter, sting my cock as I watch her tentative strokes, her breath staggered as she makes herself feel good. “Fucking gorgeous. That’s my girl.
Make yourself come.”
“Are you… are you watching?”
“Can’t take my eyes o you, but I’ve never been able to.”
Her pace quickens, hips rolling. Somehow—shaky hands and all—I succeed in taking one last picture before I toss my phone, barely registering the sound of it clattering to the oor.
“Fuck the pictures,” I growl, impaling her with two ngers and without warning.
Olivia shoots forward with a cry, thrusting herself into my hand. “Carter, please. I want you to fuck me.”
“I want that too. And I promise you’ll get it, but you have to be patient.”
She wags her head back and forth with a whine. “I’m not patient.”
“I know,” I chuckle. “But you’re going to have to trust me.”
I ick my tongue over her clit, sucking her into my mouth. Her ngers tug at my hair, and she comes undone on my tongue while she cries my name, begs me not to stop.
So I don’t. I devour her over and over until she’s a writhing mess, boneless and pliable, and when I nally pull away, I’m still not sated.
I never will be. Not with her.
I ip her onto her hands and knees, her head moving as she searches for me over her shoulder. “What do you need, baby?”
“You. A kiss. Please.”
My palm slides along her jaw, and I take her mouth without hesitation. Each sweep of my tongue is a deep plunge, an unhurried exploration I don’t want to end as I push my cock inside her warm, slick pussy. I devour her sharp gasp with another brain-melting kiss before I rest my forehead against her temple and begin an achingly slow plunge.
Every time with Olivia is a dance between frantic and savoring, savage and tender. She makes me feel wild, but all I want to do is slow down and make each moment last forever.
I nd her clit, circling and teasing while I drive myself forward. The sheets ball in her tight grasp as she starts falling apart around me, whispering my name
over and over as she comes.
And then: “Harder.”
“Harder?” I grip her throat, nuzzling her hair. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m gonna fuck you like I own you. Tell me you’re mine, Olivia.”
“I’m yours, Carter.”
I pull back until I’m barely inside her, slipping the blindfold o. With her curls wrapped around my st, deep brown eyes on mine, I tell her, “You’re gonna look me in the eyes while I own you.”
I slam inside her, and when Olivia screams out my name, a dark smile tugs on my mouth. Every last bit of my control unravels as I piston inside her, driving myself deeper, faster, harder. Through it all, Olivia chants my name, begs for More, please, Carter, more, and Don’t stop, God, don’t stop.
My tongue glides over her scorching skin, stoking that re. Holding her head taut, I coax every throaty noise out of her as my hips slap against her ass with each punishing plow. I pull out of her soaked, tight pussy, drop down to my ass, ip her onto my lap, and crush her down on me with a hiss.
“Fucking… beautiful,” I grunt, bouncing her on my cock. “Tell me. Tell me you’re perfect for me.” She starts to shake her head, and I cut her o with a snarl.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I’m…”
“Perfect.”
“For you. Perfect for you.”
“You’re damn right you are.” Wrapping her legs around my waist, I sear her with a kiss that crushes my chest, squeezes my heart. “Come with me. Come, Ollie.”
And she does. We do. Together, our bodies quaking as I bury my face in her neck, her nails raking down my back. My sweaty body sticks to hers, which is cool; I think I’d like to be stuck to her forever.
The hug I crush her in is nearly suocating as I roll us to our sides, trying to catch my breath in between the pepper of a thousand kisses on her stunning face.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” Olivia whispers after a moment, cheek pressed to my chest while she plays with the smattering of hair there. “For saying things I didn’t mean and hurting your feelings. I got hung up on your past and was too afraid to give you my trust. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby.” I twirl a lock of her hair around my nger. “I need to know when you’re feeling scared. And we got through it, didn’t we?”
“We fought already.”
“It’s called passion, Ollie. Wild and unrestrained. Eruptive. I don’t want a love that’s anything other than crazy, and crazy about you is the only way I know to describe how I feel.”
My heart smiles at the way her face lights, and I stroke my thumb over the ush of her high cheekbone, the perfect bow of her top lip.
“I see the re in your eyes and all I wanna do is fuel it. Light me up, set my soul on re. I’m yours.”
TWO HOURS, THREE MORE ORGASMS, and a snack break later, I’m lying awake in bed, Olivia tucked into my side while she sleeps. I’m staring down at my phone, watching a replay of my ght for the third time, or more specically, Olivia’s face when the camera pans there.
The second I drop my gloves, she leaps up. When I land the rst punch, she grips her chest. When Daley and I go tumbling to the ice, her hands y to her mouth, and the terried look on her face is one I never want to be responsible for again.
Olivia stirs softly, hand sliding across my torso. “Mmm. Carter?”
“Come here, baby.” I hoist her up to me, tucking the blankets around us and burying her in my chest. “Having you in my arms is the best feeling in the whole world.”
She exhales a happy sigh. “Like you so much.”
“Like you so much too.”
Other words want to leave my mouth, words that scare and thrill me simultaneously. Words that come with a meaning so deep, a connection that screams forever. It feels too soon and yet, it’s as if they knocked on my door and I let them in without hesitation.
Is this what it feels like? Wanting to share all your pieces, the good ones and the not-so-good ones? Wanting to take her hand in yours and hold tight as you take each step forward? Steps into the unknown, the dark and the light, where we tackle fears together and come out stronger each time.
I trace the soft lines of Olivia’s face beneath the fragments of moonlight that stream across her, and I know.
I brush my knuckles across her cheekbone, and when her lashes don’t utter,
I whisper the words against her skin.
“I think I love you, Ollie.”
