“It is," I agree, looking down the green fake grass, which is lumpy and rising with fake hills. "Think you can lend me a hand?"
Duncan comes closer, his hands coming around to cover mine, and I gasp when his hips snuggle against mine. He's hard, oh, so hard, and I can't help but push back into him, both of us wanting and needing the double layers of denim between us to disappear. "Shh," Duncan says, his voice warm and seductive in my ear. "Let's just do this together."
I'm barely looking at the ball now, instead feeling Duncan's hands on mine, his body pressed into my back, his, oh my God, his cock pushing against my hips. I don't even notice when I bring the putter through, striking the ball and sending it down the course. Without even caring, I drop the putter, turning around to kiss Duncan, only barely noticing when I hear the sound of my ball dropping into the hole. "A hole in one. Nice shot.”
"I had help,” I whisper in between kisses. "And lots of inspiration."
"So where to now?" Duncan asks, his left hand resting on the upper curve of my ass. "More pizza? Zombies? Another round?"
I shake my head and kiss him again. "Take me to your place,” I say with my most sultry look.
The entire ride back, my body is humming, and I can’t wait until we’re at his place. He pulls up in front of his apartment building, and while I know it's an upscale, I don't care, my eyes only on him as he lifts me off the bike and into his arms. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me, so strong that I’m no more strain than a feather in his arms, to the elevator and up to his apartment. "Carrie, are you sure?”
"It's okay, Duncan. I trust you," I say, letting go of his body long enough to push off my shoes and strip off my jacket. "I trust you,” I repeat.
Duncan stops, his eyes full of emotion. "Carrie—"
"Shh," I say, kissing him again. I peel off his leather jacket and run my hands over his chest, shivering in anticipation. "We can talk afterward. I have only one request."
"What's that?"
I pat his chest, feeling the muscles underneath. "I'm a big girl. I don't break. Show me your strength.”
His triumphant, ecstatic growl as he lifts me and carries me back into the bedroom is all the answer I need. We land on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and bodies, his mouth hot on my neck and his hands needy, demanding as he pulls my t-shirt up and off, leaving me in just my bra and jeans. As he’s kissing down, I'm trembling as his lips find the tops of my breasts, his fingers massaging the soft flesh. "Duncan . . ."
"You're perfect," he whispers as he pulls the strap of my bra off my shoulder, flipping the cup down and exposing my breast to him. He stops, and a smile spreads across his face as he sees me exposed to him.
"Yummy." He chuckles before nearly devouring my breast, sucking and licking on my stiff nipple. He rolls it around with his lips, his tongue sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me with every brush over the tip, and I can't believe it feels this good. Even in my fantasies, it wasn't this good. I claw at his shirt, until finally, it pulls free of his jeans, and I can feel the muscles and skin that I've watched flex for so many workouts under my hands. His skin is remarkably soft, while his hands are just slightly rough as he kneads my free breast with his left hand while his right hand does the same to my ass.
When I get Duncan's shirt up high enough, he pauses and sits back, allowing me to peel the shirt the rest of the way off and throw it across the room. I reach back and unhook my bra, freeing myself totally, and then, I unsnap my jeans. I lie back on the bed, starting to take them off when Duncan stops my hands, taking over to peel them the rest of the way down and off. He marvels at my legs, running his hands up and down them, and then, in a total surprise move, kisses my toes. "They're so cute, I couldn't resist."
I giggle and spread my legs slightly, beckoning him forward. "You can kiss anywhere you’d like."
He chuckles and gets off the bed, unsnapping his jeans and going over to his dresser, opening the drawer and coming back with a condom and lubricant. "Safety first.”
"Would you like a hand?"
"A hand . . . or a hand?" Duncan says while I start to rub myself with my fingers. My body is already on fire, and I can’t resist. He sets the condom and lube on the edge of the bed and reaches for the waistband of his jeans, pushing them the rest of the way down, revealing himself totally to me.
He's perfect. It's the only word that can describe him as his cock hangs in front of him, heavy and huge. I hold my breath as Duncan reaches for the condom next to him, and I suddenly can't. "Wait!"