Page 67 of Carnage
“Yes. More,” I pant.
“You’ll get more, precious. Be patient. I know what I’m doing.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip as he slips his finger in deeper. Oh fuck. That’s intense.
Carnage continues working on me with his tongue and one finger. My dick is leaking and desperate for friction, but I keep my hands on my chest, tweaking my nipples.
“You taste like… Fuck, Rue. Like everything I didn’t know I wanted.”
What does that mean? I’d ask, but I’m distracted when he adds a second finger, bringing that intense sting back into focus.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Good.”
Carnage continues working my hole open, and it’s incredible. Like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Like I just discovered the secrets of the universe. Everything feels so light, but also so urgent.
“More,” I pant.
“Patience.” Carnage nips my ball sac. “Fuck, I think I could live here between your legs. You’re so tight and responsive. Can’t wait to feel my cock inside you.”
“P-please. Need.”
Carnage chuckles and returns his mouth to my hole. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.
“I think you’re ready,” he says, kissing my inner thigh. “Do you think you’re ready?”
“Yes, dammit. Fuck me.”
He hovers above me, amusement on his face as he reaches down and gives my needy cock one slow stroke.
“Mean.” I pout, and that makes him chuckle again.
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
He pulls his fingers out and I whimper at the loss. Carnage rolls onto his side and opens his nightstand, taking out a bottle of lube and a condom. I frown.
“Do you have to use those? I’m a butt sex virgin.”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, but you always use them, right?”
Carnage pauses, studying my face. “Yes, but they’re not foolproof. I don’t want you to worry later about a spur-of-the-moment decision.”
“You get tested?”
His lips curl slightly. “Yes.”
“And? When was the most recent one?”
“Uh, three months ago, I think.”
“And it was negative?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve been safe since?”
