Untouchable Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 175455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 877(@200wpm)___ 702(@250wpm)___ 585(@300wpm)
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It finally stops, the sharpness ebbing, and I fall into a cocoon of blissful satisfaction. I need to be close to him. Gratitude consumes me, my body overriding my brain, wanting to thank him for that wonderful feeling he just gave me.

Carter must sense it—or I guess maybe he’s just experienced this before, but I haven’t. Either way, he rolls on his side and I immediately snuggle as close to him as I can get, wrapping my arm around his torso and nuzzling into his chest. At least for this moment, I am content as a kitten. I don’t care what he is, I don’t care about all he’s made me feel—my body is in control, and it only cares about the most recent thing he made me feel, and that was intense, mind-melting pleasure.

Carter’s arms settle around me and he keeps me close. I feel him kiss the top of my head, so I tip my head up, smiling at him softly, and give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

There are no words spoken between us, but after a moment, Carter reaches for one of my hands and guides it to the hardness between his legs. I got my release, but he’s still turned on. Still consumed with gratitude and affection, I don’t move my hand away. I rub him through the stiff fabric of his jeans, then I unbutton and unzip his pants so I can push my hand down inside.

I watch Carter close his eyes, see the pleasure on his face as I stroke him. His grip on me tightens as I work his dick. I can tell by the sounds he’s making, by the way he fists his hand in my hair, what I’m doing is making him feel as good as he made me.

Then he says, “Zoey, I need your mouth.”

I slide down the bed, tugging his jeans down. His cock springs free and I take it in my hand, pumping and stroking. Then I pull my hair over my shoulder and bend to take it into my mouth. He groans as soon as my mouth slides over half his length. I don’t take him deep this time, but I don’t need to. My hand has done most of the work, he just needed a place to come. With a couple more minutes of pumping and sucking, he grabs a fistful of my hair, groans, and empties himself in my mouth.

When he’s done, he uses the fistful of hair in his hand to drag me back up next to him. I’m still pretty relaxed, so I let him drag me around like a ragdoll. I curl right up with him again, feeling strangely safe and secure when he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me, like he wants me as close as he can get me. I rest my face against his chest, still covered with his T-shirt.

It’s probably indicative of our relationship that after what we just did, I’m stripped almost completely bare, while Carter is still almost fully dressed, only naked enough for me to service him.

I can’t care about that right now. Closing my eyes, I let myself relax in his embrace and refuse to let my brain turn back on.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I must have. When my eyes drift open, I’m alone on the bed. My skirt and shirt are laid out down by my legs, so I sit up, slightly disoriented, and reach for them. I look around, not seeing Carter, and my stomach sinks. Did he leave me here? He was done with me so he skipped out?

Probably. It would be stupid to expect anything less.

While I felt great in my brainless, post-orgasm moments, now reality comes back with a vengeance. I am a fucking moron if I thought I’d wake up and he would still be here, spooning me. Hell, while I’m expecting ridiculous things, I should just dream up a declaration of love and repentance, maybe a promise that we’ll go to colleges close to each other, since we are clearly going to get married and have babies all because he fingered me and I sucked his dick to avoid rape for the second time.

“Get it together, Zoey,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head and trying to orient myself to being awake. I’m still tired and I want to go back to bed. I will, but first I need to put my clothes on, go retrieve Grace, and take her home.

All the fun has died. My Carter high is wearing off and I am crashing, hard. Shit. That should not have happened. Well, there’s little point beating myself up over it, I guess. What’s done is done. Maybe now that Carter sort of got in my pants, he’ll lose interest in this chase. Maybe now he’ll leave me alone and I can get back to my life.



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