Page 45 of Carnage
Slowly, and a little shyly, I pull my briefs off too. Carnage’s eyes heat and he licks his lips.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says.
“So are you. You look like Michelangelo sculpted you and brought you to life.”
He smiles. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“It’s true.”
I study him for a moment, noting the blood smeared through his eyebrow and along his hairline. Somehow, I’m not repulsed at all. Just the opposite. Maybe I really do like danger.
Carnage takes my hand and leads me into the shower stall. There are two sets of showerheads on the wall and two above us, completely surrounding us with steamy water. It feels amazing.
Carnage lets the water wash away the blood, and I grab the bodywash and a scrubby. While he’s still under the stream with his eyes closed, I start to wash his body. He moans softly and his shoulders relax. After dragging his hands over his face, he opens his eyes and smiles at me.
“That feels nice, but your hands would feel better.”
“It’s okay to touch you directly?”
“More than okay.”
I drop the scrubby and pour bodywash on my hands, rubbing them together to lather them, then I press my fingers to his chest, and my breath catches. He’s muscular but still manages to be soft under my touch. He has a bit of hair across his chest and down his torso, but not much. It’s soft too.
I rub my hands all over him—under his arms, over his shoulders, across his pecs. I’m aware of my swelling cock, but I’m too nervous to look at his until he grabs my wrist and slides my hand down. I finally let myself touch him.
I gasp, my eyes following the movement. Damn. His dick looks incredible sliding in and out of my clenched hand. Carnage is holding my shoulders for balance, but I slowly drop to my knees. I want him in my mouth so much it’s watering. It’s probably going to be the worst blow job he’s ever had, but maybe I’ll get points for enthusiasm, because I really, really want this.
I open my mouth and dart my tongue out to taste his tip. He’s still a little soapy, so I splash water on him to wash it away, and when I glance up, he’s watching me with sexy, hooded eyes as I close my mouth around his cock.
I’ve imagined a thousand times what it would be like to finally have a cock in my mouth, and it’s clear now that my fantasies had nothing on the real thing. Carnage feels heavy on my tongue, warm, and he tastes a little salty now that the soap is gone.
I worried I’d be grossed out by sharing bodily fluids, but nope. Nothing but lust happening right now. The shower probably helps.
I experiment with how far I can take him down my throat before I gag, and I’m surprised. Farther than I thought. Gripping his thighs for support, I dive in, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby. You’re doing good.”
His praise lights me up, encouraging me to do more. I slurp around his girth, then reach out to gently touch his balls. Carnage hisses, twisting his fingers in my hair and tugging just enough for me to feel a slight sting.
“Fuck,” Carnage grunts, pumping his hips slowly and fucking my mouth.
Yes! I love this. I love how he feels, how he tastes. I love all of it.
I relax my throat and look up to silently encourage him to keep going. Use me. Oh fuck. Just thinking that makes my cock twitch and swell even more, but I don’t touch it. I want this to last as long as possible.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” Carnage says. “You’re doing such a good job for me, Rue. So good.”
I want to be perfect. I want him to want more with me, so I slide my hands to his ass and shove his cock as far into my throat as it will go, and even as I choke and gag, tendrils of heat spread through me. I feel dirty and naughty and all kinds of amazing.
“Yes,” Carnage moans, pumping his hips. “I’m gonna come, baby, so if you don’t want a mouthful, you need to pull off.”
“No,” I mumble around his cock.
“No, what? You don’t want my cum?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill your mouth?”
