Chapter 26 Did I push him?
“Gladly.”
Derick grabbed Carter’s face in his hands and covered his lips with his. Without hesitation, Carter opened up his mouth to receive him.
Moaning softly, their lips entangled and entwined, creating cute little sounds as they both fought for dominance.
Derick reached for Carter’s shirt and began to unbutton it, while Carter reached for Derick’s pants and unbuckled his belt.
Before he could pull his pants down his legs, Derick got his hands off him and lifted him up, letting him wrap his legs around his torso.
A smile flashed across Carter’s face as he balanced his weight on Derick’s body and went in for the kiss again.
His hands grabbed into Derick’s hair, pulling and pushing him in and out as they both devoured each other.
Without breaking off the kiss, Derick began to head to his room. He could feel Carter’s hardened manhood press against him as he lifted him.
And it was the same for Carter, as Derick’s shaft kept teasing him from under.
After a few minutes, Carter broke the kiss in search of air, and they both stared into each other’s eyes.
“I missed you so much.” Derick whispered, opening the room door and walking in, without letting go of Carter.
They were so intense about it because it’s been so long they had such a moment. They could hardly contain their excitement and lust.
“I missed you too.” Carter answered as Derick laid him on the bed.
Without any more delay, Derick reached for Carter’s trousers and began to get rid of it. Carter moved up to the top of the bed slowly, pulling Derick with him.
After he was naked, Derick’s eyes moved from the middle of his thighs, back to his eyes.
“Give me your legs.” Derick whispered lustfully, pulling down his pants alongside his boxers.
Without questioning his order, Carter raised his legs, and Derick placed them on his shoulders, lowering himself closer to him so their lips could touch.
“Haa.” A moan escaped Carter’s mouth as he felt Derick run his fingers over his buhole.
With a smirk on his face, Derick moved two of his fingers into Carter’s mouth, wetting his fingers generously with fluid from his mouth.
Then he rubbed this on his entrance and over his shaft as he proceeded to go in.
With their eyes locked, and Carter’s eyes ready for acceptance, Derick drove in slowly yet in one go.
“Haaa.” Carter cried out, grabbing onto Derick’s shoulder for support. He felt so huge inside him and at one point, it felt like he was going to tear him apart.
“You can take it, baby.” Derick muttered as he began to thrust.
“Hmm. Hmm.” They both moaned as his pace increased and soon, the sound of their bodies slamming against each other filled the air of the room they were in.
Derick reached for Carter’s pis and began to run his hand around it.
“No…” Carter cried out in pleasure. “Not yet. I don’t want to cm yet. Please.” He pleaded like a baby, causing Derick to let out a smirk.
“Fine.” Derick let go of his manhood and also drew out of him.
“What?? Why?” Carter muttered, opening his eyes.
Without saying a word, Derick grabbed his legs and turned him over, letting him bend over with his butts facing him.
Carter held onto the bed for balance and when he raised his head, he saw he was directly facing the mirror in front of him.
He saw as Derick grabbed onto his hip and slowly guarded himself in, but that was it, he couldn’t watch any longer because his eyes rolled up as Derick’s hardness filled him up.
As he began to hit from the back, their moans increased greatly. They could hardly think of anything else but that very moment.
This continued for a while, until Derick drew closer to his finishing line. So he wouldn’t do it alone, he lowered himself and reached for Carter’s shaft once again.
This time, Carter didn’t stop him. He began to jerk him off, and in no time, they both came, letting out loud cries and shivers.
Theo walked out of the kitchen, heading to his room when he saw Arthur at the bar, gulping down his second bottle of whiskey.
“Mr. Arthur?” Theo called in surprise as he walked closer to him. It was his first time seeing Arthur in such a condition since he started working in his house.
He needed no one to tell him something was wrong.
Ignoring Theo’s call, Arthur raised his bottle to take another gulp, but Theo hastily grabbed the bottle from him, causing some of it to spill on Arthur and the floor.
“What the fk?!” Arthur smacked, and Theo’s eyes widened in terror.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spill it.” He apologized fearfully, moving the bottle as far away from him as he could.
“Give me back the damn bottle!” Arthur ordered with his whole face turning red.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t, Mr. Arthur. I’m here to take care of you, remember? I can’t let you drive yourself to stupor. You should be preparing for tomorrow’s work.” Theo added, still keeping the bottle far from him.
“I said give me the damn thing!” Arthur roared, holding unto the table as he got on his feet. He tried to move easily, but he couldn’t.
Not when his head was so heavy and his eyes could hardly see a thing without mirroring it.
“What’s happening?” They both heard Aurora’s voice, causing Theo to look up.
She heard Arthur yelling, so she ran down to see what was wrong with him.
“He’s been drinking. This is his second whisky bottle. He isn’t even supposed to be drinking at all. He isn’t allowed to. I’ve always told him that we should get rid of his bar but he never listens.” Theo uttered, causing Aurora to furrow her brows.
“He isn’t allowed?” She asked, and before Theo could respond, Arthur staggered forward, causing them to hastily grab him before he fell.
“Theo, let’s take him to the living room.” Aurora groaned as they both struggled to hold him up.
“Argh!” They both groaned as they finally succeeded in making him sit on the couch.
Arthur’s eyes could barely stay open and his face was still pretty red.
“I’ll get him water.” Aurora uttered, standing up from the couch, but to her greatest surprise, Arthur pulled her back and rested his sleepy head on the edge of her shoulder, almost falling down to her chest.
“Arthur!” Aurora called in frustration, hastily grabbing his head before he injured himself.
“I’ll get the water instead.” Theo uttered as he watched them. He stood up and hurried into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“Why did you get yourself this drunk, hun? Is it because of our fight? Now, I’m babysitting you too.” Aurora mumbled, staring at his handsome, sleepy face on her shoulder.
Theo returned with the glass of water and placed it on the center table. “I don’t think he can drink this now. He’s asleep.” He uttered, and Aurora shook her head.
“Let me have it. I need him to take a sip.” She uttered, stretching forth her hand.
Theo carefully placed the glass in her hand and she slowly moved it to Arthur’s mouth.
“Arthur, hey… drink some water.” Aurora uttered in a soft tone, placing the tip of the glass in between Arthur’s lips.
He slowly parted his lips and sipped some of the water without opening his eyes.
“When I got employed, Mr. Derick told me to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t drink.” Theo uttered, and Aurora looked at him.
“Why is that a rule though?” She inquired.
“I’m not sure, but Mr. Derick told me it’s very important to his mental health. He hasn’t drank in five years. I wonder what made him do it today.” Theo muttered, and Aurora gulped hard.
Guilt began to eat her up immediately after hearing what Theo said.
‘Was it because I kissed him? Did I push him to do this?’