Who: Rylee and Carson When: early morning, Wednesday, Jan 3rd Where: home Warning: turns NSFW Status: complete
The sun was blindingly bright, and the sand was making Carson’s throat feel raw. There were people all around him, shouting and running in various directions, seeking shelter. He couldn’t tell where the bullets were coming from. They whizzed past his ears like giant angry mosquitoes, pinging into the metal of the vehicles and thunking into the dirt. His uniform was thick and heavy, and he was sweating from every pore. Carson ran for a small cluster of mud brick houses to his left, his eyes stinging from sweat and sand and prickling fear, and he dove into one of the open doors, expecting to land on a dusty rug and scramble to take shelter ...
Instead he was suddenly standing in a restaurant, soft music playing overhead, his rifle still clutched in his hands. There was snow outside and lowered voices and no one was shooting at him anymore. It was The Boathouse. He was staring at one of the tables in front of him, where a pretty, dark-haired lady in nice clothes was sitting across from a familiar figure who belonged there even less than he did. Vex was leaning across the table, talking intently to the woman, his white-and-dark patchwork hair a mess, his eyes alight in a way that Carson had seen a few times. As Carson watched, the woman picked up her stuff and stood up. When Vex did the same, she grabbed his arm and turned them in Carson’s direction, presumably to leave the restaurant.
Everything froze when her eyes met Carson’s. They were blood red. Terror washed over him, wholly different than the terror of war, and he opened his mouth to scream.
In the real world, Carson woke up with a hard twitch, jerking the mattress under him and Rylee. He scrambled to sit up, breathing hard, half expecting to see a dark-haired woman with glowing red eyes and an AR-15 standing over him, ready to pump him full of lead. The dreams were jumbled together and messy, but still felt more real than the bedroom around him for several seconds.
Even before they began to sleep in the same bed Rylee had grown used to Carson's nightmares. Sometimes they had woken her up even when she was in the other room. Sometimes she would hear them, or he would come to wake her up for comfort after a particularly harrowing one. Today, the violent way he woke up roused Rylee from her own dreams, but it was the way he was breathing that tipped her off to the fact that he must have had another bad dream. She rolled over almost immediately, her eyes still bleary from sleep as she reached out to gently touch his arm. "Hey," she murmured, moving to sit up beside him. Rylee began to stroke his back up and down, his skin feeling a bit damp beneath her palm. "It's okay. Just breathe."
As always, Carson was grateful for Rylee’s presence. Whether she was down the hall or just inches away, she always grounded him and brought him back to reality. His breathing and heart rate started to slow down, and Carson leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, hands scrubbing over his face. He was used to the war dreams. They faded fast these days. But the woman talking to Vex was lingering in his brain, filling him with a dread he couldn’t really explain. For some reason he felt she was tied into the monster dreams, to everything else that was happening, but that didn’t make sense. Vex wasn’t one of them, he was just the guy who owned Carson’s cage, so why had he been there? Fuck. “I don’t ... I don’t know what it was,” he muttered, reaching for one of Rylee’s hands to grip it tight. “But it looked right at me.”
Rylee's brows drew together curiously, but she held his hand tight, the other sliding up to rub at the nape of his neck. He was breathing a bit better, so that helped her relax a little. "What looked right at you? What did you dream about?" Was it another one of his weird dreams connected to Nic and the others? Rylee had thought those dreams had stopped, but it was concerning if they were starting up again. Things were stressful enough with the full moon, and the telepathic link between Carson and the others. She had been hoping the dreams were finished.
Carson realized he wasn’t making a lot of sense. He took a couple of deeper breaths and tried to straighten his thoughts out. “It was a woman,” he told Rylee, looking over at her in the dim light. “And she looked familiar, like ... like one of the Overlook wives. Real pretty and put together, right? She was at The Boathouse, talking to Vex. And she ... they both got up and she grabbed him and then looked at me, and her eyes were red, and I just got this ... the worst feeling.” He closed his eyes and sighed a bit, then wiped at his mouth with the back of his free hand. “It felt so real, like I was really there. Before that, I was back in Afghanistan, but then it shifted and it was just ... different. I dunno how to explain it.”
Rylee frowned. She could easily just say it was his subconscious being twisty and weird, that the dream probably didn't mean anything. But given everything that had been happening lately, Rylee wasn't sure he would believe her. She wasn't sure she believed it either. Rylee tried to think of the women who lived in the Overlook neighborhood, but she really only knew Zania's mom. The others she knew, but not well. "Vex was there, in your dream... do you think it would be strange to talk to him? See if he had been to The Boathouse lately? It's possible it was just a crazy dream with no meaning, but at least you would know then if there was something to it."
If everything else wasn’t happening too, Carson would’ve dismissed it himself. The other dreamers hadn’t been there, as far as he’d seen, but the dream had the same quality as the ones they’d shared. That sense of reality, of being outside of his body. He was suddenly glad he hadn’t sleepwalked anywhere, or tried to. That would’ve been even worse on Rylee. He nodded a bit at what she said. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Carson agreed with a sigh. Vex himself was weird as fuck, and Carson didn’t love talking to him, but he was tied into all this somehow, even if he wasn’t one of the dreamers. Feeling more settled now, Carson shifted them both around until they were laid back again, with his head on Rylee’s chest. “Sorry I woke you up,” he murmured. “And that my life is so fucking nuts.”
"It's okay," Rylee told him, stroking his hair a bit after they had laid back down. "I love you, even the parts of your life that are fucking nuts." Her voice was a bit lighter, not wanting to bog down the mood with morbid thoughts or questions. All he could do was talk to Vex. If Vex had no idea what Carson was talking about, they could chalk it up to just being a bizarre dream and nothing based in reality. "I'm just sorry you had a nightmare. I know sleep can be a bit restless for you. If you want I can text Nic in a bit and see if he had a similar dream. If he didn't... that might be another way to find out it's not connected to the other dreams." Rylee paused and then chuckled softly. "I feel like we need a whiteboard for all of this, try to connect it all so we don't get confused."
Carson gave a soft huff and a smile. “I can always reach out to Nic without a phone,” he murmured. It was easy to forget sometimes, even for him. He was intensely grateful that they all seemed pretty adept at ignoring each other mentally. It was either that or their connection was spotty and not terribly strong, but Carson hadn’t struggled to contact any of them when he really wanted to so far. “I’ll call Vex later too. We totally need a whiteboard though, this shit is getting complicated. I didn’t even tell you about what Neil wanted to talk to us about yesterday.” Rylee had gotten home kind of late from Moxie’s, and he hadn’t wanted to bog her down with all of that crap while she was unwinding and eating and everything.
"Oh, right." Rylee had momentarily forgotten about the telepathic link. She was just so used to Nic being her friend that occasionally she had to remind herself that he and Carson were connected by their brains now. And dreams. Now that they were comfortable again and he seemed to be okay despite his nightmare, Rylee closed her eyes. But she continued to run her fingers through his hair and listen. "What did he want? I'm expecting more crazy shit, just so you know." It seemed to be never ending, but maybe Neil had some answers for them.
He chuckled, his arm tightening around Rylee a bit in wordless appreciation. God, he would never be making it through any of this shit without her. “Get this for crazy shit,” Carson started. “Neil can like ... make lightning with his hands. Electricity, I guess. He found out during the fog, it just kinda happened as a defense against one of the monster assholes. Turns out he was kidnapped as a kid and experimented on, along with a bunch of other people -- like the dreamwalker chick, Jane -- and they like ... put these powers into him. He just didn’t know it ‘til now. And it also turns out that Jules’s dead father used to work at that place. And Vex is connected to it all somehow. Neil wanted to ask us if we’d disappeared as kids or had anything else special about us. Nic’s a witch, of course, but ... I didn’t tell them anything about the werewolf shit, ‘cause that’s totally not the same.” He’d known some of that already, about Neil going missing and Jules’s dad, but they had felt like disconnected fragments until the day before.
Rylee was silent for a while as she pieced all of that together. It was like some kind of television drama were all the puzzle pieces slowly fell into place. It was still confusing as hell, because while it was interesting, it didn't really provide any answers. "But you weren't kidnapped as a kid," she said finally. "I mean, I can see the connection with Neil and Jane and then Jules's dad working there... but you and Nic are... I mean, you two aren't connected to that, right? And Vex wasn't a part of your dreams before. I guess it feels like there might be an obvious answer to all of this, but I can't see it at all, Carson." Rylee didn't think he could either. "It seems like you all have something going on then, even if you don't think the werewolf thing is the same as Nic being a witch. Can Jules do anything, or is it just her dad who was involved in all of that?"
Carson knew it was a lot to absorb, so he was patient while Rylee thought it over. He knew on some level he probably should be keeping mum about it all, like the secrets should stay in the group, but that just wasn't how he was built. Plus he’d promised Rylee no more secrets, and he intended to keep that promise. She was more important to him than anything or anyone else. “I’m not connected to it, and Nic said he wasn’t either, so we were all kinda clueless. Jules said she couldn’t do anything either,” he said, shrugging one shoulder in the dark. Carson turned his head to press a kiss against Rylee’s upper chest. “So I dunno. I don’t think there is an obvious answer, or it would’ve smacked at least one of us in the face by now.” They were all reasonably intelligent, so he hoped they would’ve seen the obvious, at least.
Rylee sighed, because this was all incredibly frustrating. She knew it was the same for Carson. It was too bad Jules's dad was dead, otherwise they could have just gone to him for answers, assuming he wasn't some crazed lunatic. Which he might have been if he had been experimenting on kids. "We'll figure it out," she said finally. "There has to be something... some kind of connection, or reason, this is happening to you guys. What if we talked to Nick again? Do you think he might have some insight? He seemed to know plenty about werewolves."
“No idea, but maybe, yeah,” Carson murmured. Nick wasn’t from Point Pleasant so Carson wasn’t sure how much background on the town he would know, but hell. Who the fuck knew anymore. He was so tired of guessing at things, trying to figure stuff out with just a few grains of information. It was so tiring. “We can ask him though,” he added, tilting his head to glance up at Rylee’s face. “You’re the best, you know that? I’d be so lost without you.” It was a simple fact, so he stated it as such, rubbing his thumb against her skin. They didn’t have to figure it all out tonight -- this morning? Carson didn’t even know what time it was -- but he appreciated so much that Rylee was still trying to find answers with him.
She looked at him when he glanced up at her and Rylee smiled softly, running her hand over the top of his head. "I would be lost without you too." That was only one of the reasons why she needed to help him figure this out. If anything happened to him, Rylee isn't sure what she would do. She could reach out to Nick and just ask if he knew anything about... dreamwalking. Lightning hands, maybe. Weird experiments on kids. There had to be something. Or maybe someone in town had more information. Someone Carson and the others hadn't thought of. Rylee brushed her thumb along his cheek. "I love you. I'll text Nick tomorrow. Maybe he can meet us for coffee or something. If he doesn't know anything, maybe he can point us in the direction of someone who might."
Carson smiled faintly, eyes closing briefly as she touched his face. “I love you too. You text Nick, I’ll brain-call the other Nic to see if he dreamed anything like this, then I’ll real-call Vex and see if he was hanging out with a pretty brunette at The Boathouse.” It sounded like a solid enough plan to him. It was kind of funny, he’d given talks to veterans about networking in the past, how to use the contacts they made out in the world, and now here he was doing it for the most bizarre fucking reasons. He would’ve laughed about it more if it wasn’t so intermittently terrifying. Carson shifted his position, scooting up a bit so their faces were more level so he could kiss Rylee.
Nick, Nic and Vex. And if none of those worked out, maybe they could find someone else. Although if Vex had no idea what Carson was talking about, maybe they could just dismiss that dream as a nightmare and focus on other stuff. Rylee kissed him back, closing her eyes before she smiled against his lips. "Hey, wait. You thought she was pretty?" She was teasing, of course, but it felt like a good time to lighten the mood some. At least they had a plan in place. Sort of. It might not amount to anything, but at least they were trying. And Rylee felt better about that than just sitting around and waiting for something horrible to happen again.
Carson snickered against her mouth, amused and unsurprised that she playfully latched onto that. “In that Stepford Wife kinda way, yeah,” he murmured, running his hand down her side and hip to squeeze her ass. “Not nearly as hot as you though. A’course. ... and y’know, creepy-ass red eyes.” Now that he had a bit of distance from the dream and he and Rylee had a plan to move forward, Carson didn’t feel so bad about it. It had been freaky, yes, and he did want to warn Vex that there might be something up with that woman, but it wasn’t monsters, at least. Carson nuzzled his way down to kiss at Rylee’s neck, giving her a soft bite.
Maybe the red eyes were just a reflection of light... like how eyes turned red in photographs, back in the day of needing actual film developed and all of that. Rylee doubted it, and she didn't want to ruin the mood by trying to find a reason behind something so eerie. She was pretty sure they both knew the explanation was probably a dark one. Rylee smiled when he nipped her neck, the gesture tickling and giving her gooseflesh. "I could be a Stepford wife if I wanted to be," she said, her hand gliding over his arm slowly. "Robotic and obeying. I'd do whatever you wanted me to."
“Mmm, that’s kinda hot,” Carson murmured, lifting his head to look at her. He was teasing, of course, he could never be in that sort of relationship with anyone, least of all Rylee. But if it was some kinky little roleplay thing, it could be fun for a minute ... He grinned at her. “I do kinda like those 50s hairstyles and the dresses with the pointy boobs and stuff, if y’know ... you ever wanna dress up for me.” He snickered to show he was mostly joking, and smooched Rylee again. “Are Stepford Husbands a thing? I’d totally do whatever you told me to do,” he murmured warmly.
"You should have told me that at Halloween," she told him, brushing her fingers through his hair again. She loved his bedhead, it was so adorable. "I could have probably found that entire outfit for cheap." Maybe one night she would dress up for him. At least with the sexy underthings those women used to wear beneath the prim and proper dresses and cardigans. Rylee nuzzled her nose to his. "I bet you would totally do whatever I wanted you to do even if you weren't a Stepford husband. Although it is kind of hot to picture you in a three-piece suit while you clean the kitchen and serve me dinner."
Part of that retro appeal was definitely the garter belts and silk stockings and such, even if Carson wasn’t sure what they were all called. Rylee would make it sexy no matter what, he was sure. He chuckled, picturing himself the same way, and he did look fairly hot in his own imagination. “I totally would if you want me too, got the suit and everything,” he murmured, then pressed another soft kiss to her lips. “Even call you ‘mistress’ and rub your feet while you have a nice fat cigar and a scotch in the easy chair ... or whatever mistresses do.” Carson tittered a bit. He knew she liked him in a uniform, but he so rarely wore a suit, maybe it was just the change of pace that was appealing. And being pampered.
Rylee grinned. "A scotch and a joint, maybe. Cigars are gross. But I would definitely have you rubbing my feet." She really liked him in everything he wore. His uniform, a suit. Even his gym clothes. It was easier to admit it now that they were together. Carson was hers now, so she could ogle him openly. Sort of. "I think I would be a good mistress. Laid back... easy going. Horny all the time," she added with a chuckle before kissing him again. "I would only spank you when you deserved it. I would be very fair. Is that a mistress or like, a dominatrix?"
“I dunno, I dunno the difference,” Carson admitted with a soft laugh. All the flirty talk of dressing up and spanking and spoiling was kind of turning him on though, in a lazy fashion. He gave Rylee’s chin a playful little bite and grinned at her. “Horny all the time, huh? What about now? How can I service you, my mistress?” Carson bounced his eyebrows at her and tried to look seductive, but he was smiling too much. She really could make him feel better after anything ... but it didn’t hurt that they were still cuddled up in bed together and kissing.
She didn't know the difference either but it didn't matter. Rylee could probably just swat Carson's ass as she passed him in the hall and he would enjoy it. She knew she would. The important thing now was that he seemed to be happier, because she knew how stressful his nightmares could be. Rylee was smiling too and she slipped her hand beneath the blankets to run it down his side. His skin was so warm and inviting and she just wanted to nuzzle every inch of him. "I might be a little horny now," she told him before nipping lightly at his lower lip. "I'm not sure though. Why don't you check and see how wet I am."
Carson hummed an interested noise that was more serious than the flirting had been so far. Once they started really touching each other, things were pretty guaranteed to happen. He hadn’t really intended to seduce her, obviously, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity if she wanted it too. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured, smirking as he pulled the hem of her t-shirt up and slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. Carson brushed his fingers against the warmest part of her panties before he pulled that fabric aside too and slid his fingertips against her. Carson gave a deeper hum this time and brushed their lips together, starting to slowly rub. “Feel like I could check a lot better with my tongue,” he murmured.
One of Rylee's most favorite things in the world was sleepy, lazy sex in the morning, or the middle of the night. Preferably not following a nightmare, but Carson seemed okay and his hand felt amazing inside of her shorts already so Rylee couldn't seem to stop and make sure he wanted this. She didn't think he would be touching her if he still felt off, or out of sorts. And her body seemed to respond almost immediately to the feel of his fingers and she released a soft, contented sigh against Carson's lips. "I think you should," Rylee whispered. "You know, just to be extra sure." Was she going to say no to having Carson's face between her thighs? No, no she wasn't. It felt like the perfect way to wake up. Really wake up.
It took a lot to turn Carson off of sex, especially with Rylee. His drive had gone way up after they’d admitted their feelings for each other, and it hadn’t really diminished, except when life threw him stupid curveballs that would throw anybody off their game. He wanted her all the time, and now was no different. She was already wet under his fingers, but he wanted to feel her against his mouth, delve into her with his tongue and make her moan. His cock was tenting up his boxers now, but that could wait. “Let’s get these off then,” he murmured, moving his hand to start tugging at her bottoms. “Then you should sit on my face.” The blanket was big enough that she could even stay covered up and not get cold, and since they’d been teasing about her being a mistress ... a more dominant position might be fun.
She had always liked sex, and had a lot of it before she and Carson admitted their love for one another. But Rylee had never felt the kind of desire for any other man the way she did for him. She thought about him constantly. Wanted him constantly. It was like she was a hormonal teenage girl all over again. Rylee grinned and reached beneath the blankets to help him get her shorts and panties off. "That's a really thoughtful suggestion," she teased, sounding a bit breathless as she kicked away her clothes. Then she scooted over so Carson could lay down. "You take yours off too first," she said, yanking a bit at this boxers. "So we don't have to mess with them later." Because she knew once he got her good and ready she was going to want him inside of her and it would be frustrating to have to stop, even to take off a simple pair of boxers.
“See, that’s why you’re in charge,” he murmured with a grin as he lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down. “Always full of good ideas.” Getting Rylee good and worked up with his mouth, then having her shift down to sit on his cock sounded like his idea of heaven, something sweet and delicious to wipe away the darkness from his dream completely. Months ago he would’ve been alone, quietly panicking in his room while Rylee slept on, but now he got to indulge in the best sort of comfort. Once his underwear was gone and Rylee was on her knees, he reached for her hips to help guide her into place.
One thing Rylee had quickly discovered about Carson was that he gave amazing oral sex. Skilled and patient and Rylee never had to direct him or fake it when his face was between her legs. A part of her felt like he had been the one with the nightmare so maybe she should be the one pleasuring him, but he'd asked for this and what kind of girlfriend would she be if she said no? She quickly got into position, careful not to knock his head with her knees or anything like that and the moment she felt his tongue against her Rylee closed her eyes and exhaled softly, her hand coming up to grip the top of the headboard just for something to hold onto.
Carson happened to love giving head, and he especially loved giving it to Rylee. She tasted perfect to him, which was just another sign to him that they were made for each other. He groaned softly as she settled into place, always enjoying the view from down there too, and Carson didn’t hesitate to seal his lips around her and start exploring with his tongue. He also liked being on the bottom for this because it allowed him to touch her in all kinds of places, and his hands ran restlessly from Rylee’s thighs to her hips and up to caress her breasts. His cock felt hard and hot against his lower belly, that sweet ache of delayed gratification starting in his balls, but that just added to it all for him. He suckled and gently flicked at her clit, his eyes rolling closed for the moment.
The feel of his hands on her body was almost as good as his tongue and she covered one of his hands with her own. Rylee moaned softly and tried to keep from moving too much. She was more than happy to enjoy the slow burn build up in her body, not wanting to rush the pleasure. But Carson's mouth felt amazing and he knew exactly what Rylee liked, and how she liked it. But it was impossible not to move at all and she opened her eyes to look down her body, watching him as she rocked her hips slowly against his mouth.
The movements only encouraged Carson and made him feel even more achy and needy. He loved that motion of her hips, and he moaned encouragingly into her. Carson’s hands slipped down to grip Rylee’s hips, just to feel her moving. His eyes cracked open briefly to take in the view, a fresh wave of heat running through him when their gazes met. It was easy to let go of everything else when he was so surrounded by the person he loved the most, and Carson happily threw himself into bringing Rylee the most pleasure he possibly could from between her legs.
There was something unbelievably erotic about watching Carson pleasure her. But then the sensations grew a bit too intense for her and Rylee had trouble keeping her eyes open. Her head fell back instead and she gripped the headboard harder, rolling her hips now to get the right amount of friction needed to come. Rylee never felt guilty for taking control during sex. Some of her past lovers hadn't liked it, feeling inadequate in some bizarre way if she told them how to please her. One had even been offended when she'd had to rub her clit to climax while he was fucking her, like she was somehow bashing his abilities as a lover. But Carson encouraged it, never failing in wanting Rylee to feel good, no matter what they were doing. So she lost herself in the moment, her cries growing louder as she neared orgasm. Some part of her wanted to stop, to pull away and sink down on his cock and come then, but she couldn't stop the cresting wave of it now and when she finally came, her moans caught in her throat as she trembled above Carson.
Carson had never been one of those guys who got weird about where the pleasure came from. He’d been with and talked to enough women to know that dicks weren’t magic wands for most of them, and they needed More than that. As long as his partner was having a good time and feeling good, Carson was happy. Especially when it was Rylee, because goddamn did he love to make her come. Maybe it was because he was totally in love with her, but she made the best noises and moved the best way and made him feel like a sex god no matter what part he was playing in her orgasm. It was always a rush, and having his face so up close and personal to the main event was especially delicious. Carson’s groans were muffled against Rylee’s body as he rode it out with her, licking and sucking the way he knew she liked best while his strong hands hooked around the tops of her thighs to keep her from pulling too far away. Carson did his best to wring every tiny shiver of pleasure he could out of her.
Being held in place only made it that much hotter and Rylee ran her hands over his arms before she clutched his fingers with her own. She was still pulsing against his mouth, panting harshly as aftershocks continued to work their way through her. It was the perfect way to wake up, if you asked her. With a contented sigh, Rylee took a moment to just enjoy how sated she felt before she carefully moved her body down away from his head. She scooted until she was able to lean down and kiss him, wanting to taste herself on his lips as much as she wanted to taste him. "You're so damn sexy," she murmured against his mouth, smiling a touch as she rubbed herself against his hard cock.
Carson’s hands skimmed over Rylee’s skin as she moved down, and he was more than happy to kiss the hell out of her when her lips met his. He thought it was hot as fuck that she enjoyed -- or at least didn’t mind -- the taste of herself, because he loved it, and delicious things should be shared. Carson gave a helpless little moan at the sensation of her pussy rubbing against him, his hips lifting slightly to get more pressure from her body. She was dripping wet, sliding slick against his overheated skin, and Carson thought he might die of Want. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured breathily back, lips twitching upward. Carson slid his hands down to grip Rylee’s ass and he rocked up against her again. “I want inside you so fucking bad, Ry.”
Rylee had never minded the taste of herself on other lips, but there was something incredibly hot about it being Carson's lips. How many nights had she fantasized about it? And now he was hers, and she couldn't get enough. She could feel just how badly he wanted her and Rylee considered teasing him for a while, making him wait and beg for it, but she knew how hard it would be for her to hold off, so Rylee kissed him deeply, her tongue flicking against his as she shifted her hips and reached between them to guide the tip of his cock into her. As soon as Carson was in place she slid down his length, unable to go slowly now. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers curling into the pillow on either side of his head. And then Rylee began to move, rocking her hips down and into his with purpose.
“Shit,” Carson hissed between his teeth, his eyes rolling closed for the moment. That first penetration was always so good, and he felt his balls draw up tighter against his body. Carson could’ve thrust up into her himself, but it was so much better to let Rylee do it. She always made him feel so hot and wanted, which wasn’t always an easy confidence for him to come by. It had gotten much better in recent years, of course, but he still had his times of insecurity about his mangled body. Never with Rylee though. Her body felt so fucking good, and she knew exactly how to work those hips, and before a full minute was up Carson was breathing hard as he moved with her, his hands leaving her body to grip her forearms, eyes glazed and unfocused as he stared up at her.
She had always understood his insecurities over his body, but Rylee had always thought Carson was gorgeous. It didn't surprise her when he had dates, or people joined the gym just so they could ask for him to be their personal trainer. He didn't always catch on, but Rylee did. In her eyes, everything about Carson was beautiful. She had always thought so, even before he went overseas as a Marine. And now that his body belonged to her, Rylee was careful to enjoy every second of it that she could. It certainly helped that he had a really incredible cock and she couldn't get enough of how he stretched and filled her so completely. Rylee kept a steady pace, breathing harder now as she worked her body towards another orgasm. Every slide of his cock inside of her when she rolled her hips down was like sinking into some kind of heaven and she wished she could just do this for the rest of the day. Fuck work, and responsibilities. There was nothing like the sound of their bodies coming together, or the noises she drew out of Carson when she was riding him. "Oh god," she breathed, her eyes closing as she began to move faster, taking him into her with a bit more force.
It was the sweetest sort of torture, holding back so Rylee could get another orgasm. He couldn’t always hold on that long, but Carson started trying as soon as he heard her noises start to ramp up again. His head rolled back, eyes closed with the effort, and he tried not to think about how good her pussy felt, how it made his whole lower half tingle and ache with pleasure. One hand moved to her hip again to grip tight, his own groans getting louder and more frequent. “Fuck yeah, baby,” Carson gasped. He pumped his hips upward, trying to keep up with her pace as well as he could. There was nothing in Carson’s world but this, and it made everything physical feel even better. She was the only thing in his life that brought him this kind of peace, which may have been a strange thing to feel in the midst of heart-pounding spine-tingling sex, but it made sense to Carson.
They'd had sex enough times now that Rylee knew when Carson was getting close. The way he moved, the changes in his breathing. Even the way he gripped her hips. Rylee nipped at his bottom lip before she straightened over him, her hair falling down her back as she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward. She used her knees as leverage to bounce on his cock, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit frantically, wanting to get there with Carson, if she could. Rylee breathed his name before applying more pressure to her clit. A soft whimper escaped her lips and she pressed her free hand down against his chest, her nails digging into his skin. Rylee wanted to watch his face, but she couldn't do anything but lift her chin up as she cried out, her orgasm flooding her entire body again. It wasn't as intense as the first but goddamn did it still feel amazing.
The change in angle and the view made Carson feel downright dizzy. He was lost to it as Rylee started moving faster and taking him deeper, and he started to come right as she peaked again. Crying out in a guttural growl, Carson bucked under Rylee, driving his cock deep as their bodies pulsed against one another. It felt like absolute heaven for a handful of moments, and then everything felt so sensitive all of the sudden, while Rylee’s pussy was still squeezing around him. Carson shuddered and grit his teeth, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried not to laugh-sob like his body wanted to at those sharp sensations. It was so worth it, knowing that Rylee was riding that wave of ecstasy again. Finally they were both spent and still, both of them panting together. Carson stroked his hands down Rylee’s sides and lifted his head to kiss her again. “I love you,” he murmured. “And fuck me, you’re such a good lay.” He grinned lazily.
Rylee was usually somewhat energized after sex, but she felt like she could just curl up beside Carson and sleep for another eight hours. His body was wonderfully warm and damp beneath hers and she kissed his lips, his cheek, and then nuzzled his nose with her own. "So I've been told." Rylee playfully bit at his jaw before lifting her face enough to look down at him, a smile on her lips. "I love you too. I wish I could walk around with your cock inside of me all day." Really, she wished she could just hold his hand in public, but things were what they were, and she was willing to sacrifice things like that if it meant being with him. Rylee groaned and carefully slipped off of Carson to snuggle up beside him. "We don't have to go anywhere or do anything for a while, right? We can just stay here?"
Carson hummed wistfully at that idea, imagining being able to feel Rylee’s pussy wrapped around him all day long, making her come at random times of the day just to do it, as if such a thing were possible. Why wasn’t that the kind of supernatural thing he got saddled with? No, he had to be a monster every month and have weird ass shared dreams instead. Carson shifted around to comfort as Rylee settled in with him, his arm around her neck and shoulder, his head resting against hers. “Sounds fuckin’ perfect to me,” he murmured, reaching with his free hand to pull the blanket up over them again. His body was cooling off and he wanted to stay comfortable. “Right here is like, the best place.”
"Definitely the best place," Rylee agreed. He seemed to be feeling much better and while she knew the nightmare wouldn't go away completely, at least he seemed okay with it now. At least for the time being. Snuggled up beside him, Rylee pressed a kiss to his chest before closing her eyes. She would need to shower before work and everything, but she had plenty of time. Maybe she could drag Carson into the shower and go again before work. Despite all of the scary bullshit, Rylee felt safe there in his arms, in bed. For a while, it would feel like nothing could touch them. If she couldn't do anything else for Carson, at least she could give him this.