Yolo (Carter Brothers #7)

Chapter 19

She can sleep all day and still be sleepy at night. I am she.

— Bindi to Garrett

BINDI

The bold words that’d just come out of my mouth surprised even me.

I could feel Garrett’s body tighten against me as he voiced, “ Say that again?”

“ You heard me.” I snickered. “ Now , would you like to lie on the bed while I do it? Or do you want me on my knees?”

He hesitated so long as he contemplated that I made the decision for him and pushed him backward so that I could step off the bed.

When I had enough room, I dropped down to my knees in front of him and said, “ Guide me.”

He fisted his cock and pressed it against my lips. When I bent forward to take the tip into my mouth, I felt his hand blocking most of his cock from my mouth.

“ More ,” I demanded.

He chuckled, his voice sounding strained, and blurted, “ Just this for now.”

I sucked on the tip of his cock like a lollipop, allowing him to set the depth with his fist for long enough that I started to get frustrated. “ Let me take more, Gee .”

He suddenly fisted his hand in my hair and said, “ I’m a bit particular about this part.”

My body jolted with excitement at his rough treatment. “ Yeah ?”

“ I like control,” he directed. “ I like to make sure that I can enjoy it. And this is how I want to enjoy it right now, okay?”

I licked my lips, then circled his cock head with the tip of my tongue.

“ Slower . Just like that,” he urged.

I did it again, slower this time, allowing my tongue to follow the ridge.

I licked and licked, keeping my eyes closed as I did, falling deeply into the spell that was Garrett .

A pulse was pounding between my thighs, letting me know that I was empty and aching.

My hands moved, one going to his muscular thigh, while the other trailed down the length of my body to that ache. My fingers filled my wet pussy easily, three sliding inside—more than I’d ever fingered myself with in my life—and stilled.

I was still too empty.

I needed…

He pulled out of my mouth fast, his abrupt departure making my hands go out in front of me to catch my fall.

My eyes flashed open, almost as if that would help me catch my balance, and I gasped. “ Garrett !”

“ Sorry ,” he growled low in his throat. “ I changed my mind. I want you on the bed.”

I started to stand, but he hooked me around the waist and deposited me where he wanted me.

Only , when I started to crawl to him to finish what I’d started, he stilled my movements with a hand on my hips and a “stay.”

I froze on my hands and knees as I felt the bed depress beside me.

His big body laid onto the bed, and before I could wonder what he was doing and why, I was moving. He slung me around like a rag doll, and later I’d reprimand him for his abrupt change of my body’s position.

Except , before I could get too indignant, I found myself on my hands and knees, with my pussy straddling Garrett’s face.

“ What …” I started to say, my heart pounding. But before I could get more than that one word out, his tongue swiped at my pussy.

The next words came out gargled, and I struggled to remember what it was that I was doing previously. Everything inside of me was strung tight, waiting for the next step.

His next step was his fingers shoving deep inside of me and me forgetting how to breathe.

He pulled back only far enough to say, “ Suck my cock, Bin . You can have all of it. My hands are occupied at the moment.”

He was right. One hand had three fingers stuffed deep inside of me pulsing in and out at perfect rhythm that would have me coming in minutes, and the other was anchoring me to his face when my legs strained to get closer and pull away at the same time.

I fumbled for his cock, finding it standing straight and proud, only inches away from my face.

I pulled it toward me and sucked his cock.

I couldn’t say I was the most graceful at it.

Truly , I’d never sucked a cock before that had so much girth and length to it—he who shall not be named had only enough that it filled my mouth.

Garrett’s , on the other hand…

It was a big one.

Meaty .

So fucking meaty.

I couldn’t even get my hand around it.

Yes , I had small hands.

But Garrett’s cock was a thing of legends.

Both of my hands could fit around it with very little overlap.

And my mouth strained to accommodate more than just his cock head—which he’d had me sucking and enjoying only moments earlier.

Garrett’s tongue distracted me when it went up one side and down the other, not quite touching my clit, but giving me enough that my body tensed.

I was close.

I redoubled my efforts with his cock.

If he was going to make me come, he’d be following right behind me.

I would make sure of it.

I sucked his cock with renewed vigor with only one goal in mind.

Him , noticing my attentions, laughed against my pussy.

The vibration of his laugh had my entire body tensing.

Letting one hand go from around his cock, I used the other to twist and squeeze, going tighter than I would’ve thought would be comfortable.

Every time I twisted and squeezed harder, his abs would tense underneath my bare breasts, letting me know that he liked it.

Keeping that in mind, I cupped his balls in a soft hand and squeezed lightly.

He groaned, and I lost the battle with my orgasm.

I came all over his face, his fingers still shoved deep when I tightened down hard onto them.

I cried out around his cock, taking him in deeper than I intended to in my moment of weakness.

“ Fuckkk ,” he growled against my clit. “ There you go, baby. Come on my fingers. Soak my hand in your juice.”

I had no other recourse but to do just that.

Coming for Garrett Carter was a given.

I knew that I’d never leave his bed sexually frustrated—unless he wanted me that way.

What I didn’t realize when I’d taken him into my body was just how wrung out he’d leave me when he took me.

With a chuckle, he rolled me over onto my back, lined his cock up with my still-throbbing pussy, and slammed inside.

“ Yesss ,” I cried out. “ Yes , fuck me, Gee !”

He fucked me.

He fucked me so good that I was crying out in surprise with each thrust.

His growl had goose bumps filling my extremities, and just as I was about to fall over the edge a second time, he cried out and pulled his cock from my pussy.

“ No !” I cried, reaching for him again.

With his struggle to get away, and my struggle to hold on, he did this weird limbo thing where his cock entered me once, pulled back out, then entered me only partially with each of us crying out in frustration.

In the end, his cock head was slightly lodged inside of me when each of us came down from our orgasms.

I lay panting on the bed, shaken and spent.

He was on his knees, both hands planted on my hips as he struggled with the desire to pull me closer but also push me away.

“ I was trying to pull out of you so I could come on your belly,” he admitted after a while.

“ You just stole the best orgasm of my life from me,” I admitted nervously. “ I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

He smoothed his hand up my hip, then pushed back inside of me with his hard cock, now much slicker than before.

I groaned deliciously, loving the way that just that one more had me bowing off the bed in pleasure.

“ In for a penny…”

He started to fuck me again, this time making sure to get me off the right way.

It was as we were coming down from his second orgasm, and my third, that a loud bang followed by a “ Garrett ?” had us both getting off the bed in haste.

“ Be there in a minute, Mom ! Showing Bindi how to use the shower!” he called, then closed the door to his bedroom with a solid thud.

There was laughter on the other side of the door that had my lips twitching.

They knew what they’d just walked in on.

“ Shower ?” I asked. “ Why …”

“ Baby , you’re covered in my cum. I’m pretty sure it’s in your hair,” he admitted. “ Got a little wild there for a second.”

It had.

I reached for my hair, and sure enough, felt something sticky there.

“ How ?” I giggled.

He picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and I let out a surprised squeak. “ Gee !”

“ It’s easier to just take you in here,” he teased. “ Plus , this way, I get to touch your sweet ass.”

And touch it he did.

The shower took me a lot longer than I intended because it was massive, and finding the products he’d pointed out took way longer than I thought it would.

Plus , his shower was really freakin’ nice.

As in, I was going to make this my new home and move in, nice.

The second hard part was finding a towel, then some clothes.

Everything was just so dang big that by the time I found the stupid towel—which was surprisingly on a heated towel bar up high, that I decided to open the bedroom door and call out to Garrett .