Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Hand Out

CARTER

He had only been flipping through channels for a few moments before Allison returned with another glass of water. With ice. He noted with approval she had borrowed a pair of his swatched blue sweatpants—they were a bit big on her, but the elastic band kept them up—and also wore a white tank top undershirt that, on her, was almost as sexy as her corset top.

While the tank top obviously covered more, the white fabric was so thin and fit her upper half so tightly it might as well be a second skin. Given her sizable breasts, the top of her tank left a healthy amount of cleavage in plain view, and the outlines of her nipples rose prominently beneath the fabric. Her bare shoulders glistened in the lights from the kitchen.

Nope. He was definitely not ready to sleep just yet.

She settled down directly beside him and offered the cool glass of water. “You should drink this. You are likely dehydrated or getting there. I will get more if you need it.”

He took the water and took a sip, not taking his eyes off her.

As he watched her, one eyebrow rose. “Carter?”

He lowered the glass of water.

“Is this clothing still too indecent? Should I put on a bra?”

“Yes, and no.”

She sighed, but  she didn’t sound upset. “Would you prefer I sit elsewhere?”

“Absolutely not,” he said firmly. “What if I need another glass of water?”

“You have not yet finished your first one.”

He took a much longer sip, drinking as much as he could until it got so cold it bothered his throat. He offered it to her.

She waved it away. “I do not require water.”

“Your human body does. You downed a lot of alcohol tonight.”

She frowned as if remembering. “You are right. I should drink water.”

He offered her the glass, which she finished in short order. As she started to rise and get another, however, Carter grabbed her wrist.

She sat back down obediently, then quirked an eyebrow. “Is there something else?”

“You said I couldn’t exert myself. Like do any heavy lifting.”

“And no repetitive movements,” she reminded him patiently. “Especially not any sort of repetitive movement where you may loosen your seals.”

“But kissing is okay?”

She smiled faintly. “I do not see how kissing could cause you injury. However, I am having significant difficulty believing kissing is the only thing on your mind.”

“Okay, you got me. I’d probably want to grope your tits as well.”

“I have been shoving them in your face all night.” She scooted as close as she could without putting weight on him and turned her torso to face him. “Do as you like. But do not attempt to use your abdominals.”

He cupped the side of her breast beneath her tank with one hand, and the curve of her filled his whole palm. She sucked in a little breath despite making a visible effort not too, then bit her lower lip as she watched him with a hungry gaze. That was so fucking hot.

He couldn’t stop staring at her. “You still want to fuck, don’t you. Tell the truth.”

She looked so hopelessly cute as she stared at him. “I do. But you are injured and likely exhausted. It is not fair to ask.”

“I’m not near exhausted enough to stop me from fucking you.”

Still gazing into her light green eyes, Carter gave her breast squeeze after squeeze, then moved his other hand to slide it onto her thigh, which pressed close against his. She shifted on the couch. With her gaze still locked with his, she spread her legs to allow his fingers to slide between her thighs.

He gently started circling his way around her pussy. Even with the sweatpants in the way, it was obvious his touches were having an effect. Her breathing quickened rapidly, which made the way her breasts strained against her tank top even more exciting.

“How are your nipples doing?” Carter asked.

“Still sensitive,” she whispered. “But if you wish to tease them, I would be... grateful.”

“So how about you pull off that top so I can do that?”

She leaned in close enough to kiss and whispered, “Yes sir.”

She eased back and effortlessly stripped off her thin top, and somehow, seeing her topless in his sweatpants was even more hot than it would have been without them. Still slowly circling her slit with his fingers over the fabric, he ran his fingers along the curve of her breast. Then, he brushed one of her pert pink nipples with his thumb. She gasped and inhaled.

“Good?”

“Yes, sir.”

As he leaned over to kiss her, she slapped a hand against his chest and stopped him flat. “Do not move your torso. Do not exert your abdominal muscles.”

He stopped.

“I will make it easier for you to kiss me.” She leaned in to push her breast even more firmly into his hand. Then she kissed him, not forcefully, but gently enough her lips brushed his.

Having her kiss him so gently was not the same as when she all but knocked him over and forced her tongue into his mouth. Somehow, it was hotter. Ever soft kiss she offered came with deep affection and reminded him how much she cared. Each kiss grew more intense.

He pushed her away just enough to lift her, and she gently straddled him again. Now topless. With nothing else to stop him, he pushed his face into her boobs as he’d longed to do all night. God damn they were incredible.

She giggled softly as he first buried his face in her cleavage and then kissed hungrily around her curves, but her giggles were replaced with moans when he finally slipped his lips around her nipple. He teased her with his tongue. He didn’t stop teasing her.

“Fuck,” Allison whispered. “Fuck, fuck that feels good.”

He worshipped one breast than the other as she pressed both into his face. He finally rose for breath only to pull her down for another kiss. Her tongue sparred with his until she pulled away with a quiet, adorable sigh. As she settled once more across his lap, she sighed.

“I can’t leave you like this.”

He grinned at her. “Like what?”

“Rigid.” She hopped off him and settled just beside him, hip to hip. One hand slid across his jeans and came to rest on the aching bulge inside his jeans, where her fingers lightly teased him as mercilessly as her ass had all night in the bar.

“But you said I can’t move my abs or I risk popping my seals,” Carter said.

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“True,” she agreed. “I am confident I can aid you even so.”

She kissed him, hopped off the couch, and settled to her knees before him. Eyes locked with his, she popped the button on his jeans, unzipped them, and paused. “I will be as gentle as possible. Brace yourself.”

Carter settled back on the couch. While it did hurt his stomach more than a little as she slid off his jeans, he was willing to endure that. Once he was down to his boxers, of course, he could relax. The pain faded. The pain killers were already taking effect.

As Allison parted the front fold of his boxers, his rigid cock popped into view, already wet with pre-cum and all of her prior teasing. As she moved to take him in her mouth, however, Carter snapped his fingers before her eyes.

She sat straight up, blinking. “Sir?”

“I didn’t say you could do that. I’m not done kissing you yet.”

She barely suppressed an amused smile. “Of course. I’m sorry, sir.”

He patted the couch besides him. “Get back up here.”

She eagerly clambered back up the couch and sat beside him again, careful not to move him. He groped her now bare chest with one hand and pulled her close with the other, kissing her far less gently than she had kissed him. Her kisses became more heated as well.

He was so fucking hard right now, and he knew exactly what he wanted her to do to him tonight. It wasn’t what he’d planned before he got stabbed, but given how much they obviously both still wanted some fun, it seemed like a great compromise. He pointed down.

“Could you give me a hand with that?”

She giggled and reached lower, keeping her green eyes locked with his. Her fingers curled around his erect cock and then tightened. “Of course, sir.”

Her hand was already wet and slick. When had that happened? The moment she began to gently slide her grip up and down, just like she’d been doing on that pool stick back at Red’s, Carter groaned with pleasure. He decided he’d ask about her suddenly wet hand later.

As she continued to work him with her hand, he pulled her in for more kisses. His pleasure grew as she mashed her bare breasts against the side of his chest. When he was close, however, she stopped and slid her hand anyway.

He gasped and grinned at her. “You little tease.”

“Carter,” she said seriously. “Are you truly comfortable with me in your mind?”

She looked so serious all the sudden. “Of course I am. Completely.”

“Then allow me to show you something. Another trick.”

“I like your tricks.”

“I hope you will like this one as well.” She leaned close. “Kiss me again.”

As their lips met, Allison’s grip went to work once more. Soon enough, Carter was certain he was about to cum, but just before he hopped over the edge, her grip released.

She didn’t stop kissing him. His cock tensed and tensed, but he didn’t cum. It was only when he’d slipped back from the edge that her fingers found him again. And stroked. All the while she moaned softly.

After the third time she managed that, he realized what she was doing. Somehow, telepathically, she was... feeling exactly what he was feeling. She could feel every last bit of aching pleasure in his cock and take him to the edge without ever pushing him over. He wasn’t even this good at doing that, and that was his cock!

He breathed and groaned as she continued to edge him mercilessly. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck, I need to cum now.”

“Of course, sir!” She smiled. “I’ll make sure nothing gets on the couch.”

She kissed him again and resumed stroking him, but not a moment later, without a word from him, she broke their kiss and went for his lap. She knew exactly how close he was.

The moment her wet, warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, he lost it. He blew his load into her ready mouth as she continued to eagerly stroke him with one wet hand. Her other hand thumped into his chest and held him against the couch.

It took him a moment to realize she was ensuring he didn’t hurt something as he came. She was still worried about his seals. She brought him through the whole, glorious climax. Afterward, she continued to gently suck and swirl his tip with his tongue.

Nothing went to waste. Nothing got on the couch. Everything went into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat as her body shook with the contact orgasm his cum provided. Her hand released him, but her lips stayed until the last drop.

Only then did she rise off him and once again curl up by his side. He realized just how exhausted he was from everything, especially getting stabbed, but he wasn’t about to let this be the end of it. Teasing each other in the bar all night had wound her up as well.

As he slid his arm around her waist and then snaked his hand down to rest between her thighs, her hand gripped his and stopped him.

He watched her. “Something wrong?”

“You are injured,” she reminded him. “You need to rest.”

“But I don’t want to rest.”

“Carter...”

“This is non-negotiable, Allie. I’m not done with you tonight. Now spread your legs and sit back on this couch like a good girl. I promise, I won’t use my abdominals.”

She immediately leaned back and obeyed his instructions. With his arm around her, he was able to slip his hand inside the loose sweatpants, and while he found her tight panties a challenge (she had some, finally!) she reached into her pants and helped him get his fingers inside. He found her drenched, which made him glad he hadn’t gone to bed yet.

He knew the immediate orgasm she got from contact with cum was intense, but brief. He wanted to give a far longer one. Using gentle motions of his fingertips, he toyed with her. He did everything he could to build up her pleasure slowly, to draw out every last heated breath.

Even as her heavy breathing and aching moans urged him to go a bit faster, he continued to tease. To edge her. Soon, she was pushing herself against his hand with tiny little gasps. He could tell how badly she wanted him to do more for her, and it was time.

He hooked two fingers inside her from the front. As each fingertip alternated its rhythm inside her, he circled and teased her pussy with his thumb. All the while her moans sounded in his ears, growing louder and more urgent with each breath. He loved that.

Touching her like this was already making him hard again. Even so, this wasn’t about him right now. He reached across her from his other side and took a firm grip on one breast, then teased her nipple as his fingers and thumb worked inside her panties.

Her moans built steadily. His stomach was staring to ache a bit and his hand and his fingers were getting a bit tired, but he wasn’t about to stop. Not with her this close.

He longed to kiss her but remembered his promise—no moving—and settled for staring at the side of her beautiful face. With her head pressed down against the top of the couch, she ground against his hand and her back arched. Her hands hopped to her breasts and squeezed, and he paid close attention. So that was how she liked having her breasts groped.

One soft, gasping cry told him she was finally cumming, and he resisted the urge to move more frantically. He knew how important it was to keep a consistent rhythm and pressure even when a lady was moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors.

He kept at it as she shuddered hard, several times, and then sank into the couch. He only stopped after she weakly pushed at his fingers, at which point he immediately slipped them out of her. It was now obviously almost too intense.

She rolled onto her side and carefully slipped one arm across his midriff. Her fingertips brushed his hips as her cheek touched his side. “Fuuuck me,” she whispered dreamily.

“Maybe tomorrow morning,” Carter assured her. “We’ll see how I feel then.”

 

Author's Note: Didn't post on T-Day, so I'll drop one more post tomorrow.

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