The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

There’s no foreplay, no real working up to it, just two people going crazy with desire, lost in a need to have each other, and caught in the moment. He pushes inside of me, lifting me up by the thighs and makes me moan out with the way he slides inside. Noses together, eyes locked as he thrusts into me. Both of us panting with the way it’s happening; my arms around his neck and clawing at him already with how good he always feels within me.

Arrick kisses me hard, sucks on my lip then rams me against the car harder, so he is deep inside me as I gasp in pleasure, moaning around him. I pull open his shirt, nibble at his jaw and neck, rake my nails down the exposed flesh as he thrusts into me aggressively, heated banging against the car and I don’t care who hears us.

We have never been like this, even with the marathon of kinky sex positions over the last few days, we have never had a fast-heated quickie without serious make-out and foreplay coming first, and this is all raw primal need. We have never physically been rough with one another like this, well minus my claws, but this is some unspoken need to do so, Loving how much he is throwing every basic urge he has at me. I throw all my inhibitions to the wind, claw at him, bite his lip harder and cry out so loudly a flock of birds scatter away from nearby trees.

It lasts only minutes, so hard my body is pressed into the smooth metal roughly, leaving marks on my skin with steel fingers and my gauges on him are drawing blood, but I like it. Leaning back so my head rests on the roof of his car as the waves of ecstasy climb up through me like hot waves and I dig my nails in under his shirt at his muscular skin so that I can pretty much feel myself piercing him. The car rocks behind me with the force of the sex we are having, shifting with every thrust.

Arrick’s grip bites into my flesh of my thighs in reaction, a slight moan from under his breath, pushing me up harder, faster until I can’t contain it anymore. One last final scream as orgasm rips through me and I cling to him crazily as the biggest all-consuming spasms of climax rips my body apart. Although this doesn’t feel like any I have had before, this feels more intense and different, stronger and body racking and completely screws me up physically with the intensity.

The sudden drenching between us makes me look down in complete shock. Pretty sure I just peed myself mid orgasm and it snaps me out of the afterglow instantly. Arrick looks down too, finding his own release as I did and smiles at the obvious something all over us. His trousers and my shoes are soaked, and I’m utterly mortified.

“What the hell?” I can’t move from the way he has me perched as he pulls out of me. It’s disgusting, completely mortifying and I have no clue why he is even smiling at me like that. My face is set in a grimace and I’m silently ashamed, utterly cringing in ickiness.

What the hell just happened?

and slides me down to my feet, pulling off his shirt over his head, as though this is a completely everyday thing, leaning down to try and help clean me up. I don’t know what to do, staring at this like

What does the even mean? That’s disgusting.” I have heat creeping up my face, completely mortified that I would do that in front of him, on him. How he can even be dabbing at my

that can have a female ejaculation, and you just made all my Christmases come at once. I feel pretty accomplished right now.” He hands me his shirt and slides his belt off, throwing it in his open car window and attempts to minimize the mess of his pants with

months back and looking at what he’s doing with that same grim expression

that I am the guy for you. Not every girl can do this.” He looks so fucking happy

I get the

don’t have a shirt.” I point out, not sure this is ever going to be a good memory at all. Standing dry, dress back to rights and staring at my

think I just earned a permanent crown of sex god.” He walks to his trunk and pulls out his gym bag, stripping behind his car quickly into his change of clothes without one care about who might see him. I watch him literally strip

I follow him, handing over the sodden shirt, seeing as mostly I am untouched. He had my dress out of the way and my

a smile

better never tell a soul that I did that.” I pout at him irrationally, scared that other people might hear about what

I made you cum like a waterfall. You’re so innocent sometimes, it’s crazily cute.” He pulls his new T-shirt over

blanche up at him in complete alarm. A sudden thought hitting me

with Nate, or Jason, or any of his friends when I am not there; panicking