Chapter 15
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T he look in DP’s eyes made Chaaru melt, like an ice cream cone left out in the sun for too long. No doubt her fingers would come away just as sticky if she dipped them inside her pussy.
Every nerve ending stretched tight, she fingered the seam of her panties, tempted to relieve the building ache. Who knew her cinnamon-roll best friend hid such a filthy side?
“Someone’s being a naughty girl.” Mouth twitching, DP collected her hands and pulled them over her head. “We can’t have that. I need your focus on me. Your mouth, your head…they’re all mine.”
“I just want to touch myself once,” she said, letting her need seep into her words. Letting him hear what he was doing to her. “It feels so achy, DP. Let me just check and…”
He kissed her fingers, laving each tip thoroughly with his tongue. She gasped as he pulled her wrists together and tied them to the headboard with the scarf she’d pulled out of her luggage. Arms stretched out above her, she felt like an erotic sacrifice on some strange altar. And she liked that too.
He ran his mouth up her body, from her panties all the way to her throat, leaving little pockets of wet heat behind. Head thrown back, she closed her eyes, myriad sensations assaulting her. He lingered over the thick curve of her belly and hips, kneading and nipping, creating divots in her flesh like little pleasure pockets.
When she opened her eyes, trembling from head to toe, he was straddling her chest. Thick, hairy thighs bunched by her ears and his abdomen bulged over the seam of his boxers.
All her fantasies about mountain men and lumberjacks and big, needy brutes having their filthy way with her shimmered closer. A slick, fiery trail of heat traveled through her, pooling into wetness at her core. Seeing DP like this, his eyes lust-hazed, his breath coming in short, huffy pants, his entire body taut with unspent lust for her… lit her up as if there were a thousand tiny fairy lights tucked under her skin.
“You ready for me?” His voice was thick, gravelly.
Swallowing, Chaaru nodded.
“I need words, sweetheart.”
“I’m so ready.” When he leaned forward and played with her hair, Chaaru pouted. “Give me your cock, DP. Enough teasing.”
Grinning, he pulled his black boxers down.
And there it was, veiny and gorgeous and darker than the rest of his skin. Thick and hard and leaning to the right. He stroked it from root to tip roughly and pearly pre-cum pooled at the plump head. Chaaru licked her lips.
Her gaze charted his body with wild, possessive abandon—the defined pecs and hairy chest, up the corded column of his throat, past thick, shapely lips that contrasted with his ruggedness. Grinning, he pinched his fingers to collect the pre-cum, tugged her bra cup down and painted it over her nipple.
Electric charges zipped over her skin.
He repeated the same over her other nipple, causing them to stand like beacons that could be seen from outer space. With a rough moan, she arched her upper back for a firmer touch. She writhed under him, thighs trembling, even knowing that there was no relief coming soon.
He played with her nipples, pinching and squeezing until, with a growl, he pulled the cups back up and gave the aching plump centers two quick taps. “You’re going to wear that all day. Every time your nipples ache, you’ll know why. You won’t sneak into the washroom and lick it off, will you?”
Chaaru had to focus on his words, revved up as she was. It was exactly what she would have tried. And now, she would know him too, in all the ways only a lover could. “I want a taste,” she said, mournfully.
“Promise me you won’t lick it off first.”
“I promise to be a filthy little good girl for my best friend.”
“It’s not like I’m not giving you the entire load, is it?” Then fisting the base of his cock, he tapped the thick, bulbous head against her lips. “Don’t open yet,” he warned when all she wanted was to suck him in.
Again and again, he tapped the head of his dick against her closed lips, traced the shape with extreme attention. Every nerve in her body stretched and stretched and her lower belly felt like a coiled spring.
“Now, open for me.”
She did, eagerly, and her first taste of him was…exquisite. Salt and musk and all man, he exploded on her tongue. He fed her only the head first, pumping in, tapping against the inside of her cheek and forcing her to release him with a pop.
Pleasure hummed and buzzed through her, the very idea of blowing his load, and his mind, driving her own arousal.
“Wider, Char,” he said, thrusting deeper on a stroke and pulling away just as her gag rose. “Fuck, but that’s a pretty mouth.”
On and on, he ravaged her mouth with short, fast strokes and deep, long ones that made her breath pulse out of reach. His balls slapped against her chin and she tugged at her hands automatically, desperate to play with them. Only to realize that she couldn’t.
Refusing to be thwarted, she licked one when it hit her lower lip.
“Oh baby, that’s it. That’s perfect,” he said, tension thrumming within each word. “I bet it hurts a little but it’s a good hurt, yeah?”
She nodded. Tears filled her eyes and flew down into the sheets, probably making a mess of her mascara but she didn’t care. Her cheeks hurt and her throat was just a little raw and every inch of her burned and ached and pulsed with spiraling arousal. She focused her hazy gaze on him and that was a torment too because he looked so painfully…gorgeous like this.
A thin layer of sweat painted his pale skin. Pupils blown wide, mouth twisted with concentration, hair sticky against his forehead, filthy orders falling from his lips, he looked nothing like the polite, kind gentleman she had known for nearly two decades.
Now, he was a mindless beast rutting on her, needing her.
But her beast. All hers and damn if any other woman got to see him like this ever again.
Even the intrusively possessive thought didn’t shake her out of her lust. Like raindrops against parched skin, she drank him, his naked desire, up. Through it all, her own arousal deepened, her pussy weeping for attention.
“I’m so close, Char. You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. So good. Open up deeper, baby. I need to feel your throat squeezing me.”
And then he was there, against the back of her throat, ravaging her, lost to his own pleasure. Sweat drops plopped against her skin while he fucked her mouth raw and rough, with a slice of hurt on the side, just the way she needed it. Her pussy gushed with dampness, the tension in her lower belly coiling because she couldn’t escape this, couldn’t touch herself.
Breath was a mirage hovering out of reach.
Then, his entire body shuddered, and his cock pulsed against her throat as he spilled with a rough, long moan that seemed to reverberate from his very core. “Fuck, Char. That’s good! That feels so good!”
Chaaru’s breath came gushing back into her, along with a warm stream of cum against her tongue. She panted and it spilled against the corner of her mouth and ran down her neck, thoroughly coating her.
Tears and snot and mascara and cum…she could just imagine how she must look. His chest still shaking, DP untied the scarf. Shaking her slightly sore wrists, she made to wipe off the worst of the fluid cocktail from her face when he stopped her.
“I must look a sight,” she said, meeting his eyes.
Satisfaction blazed there and his lips looked soft in a way she’d never seen before. Satiated but also more. Like a man who’d tasted paradise. “You’re beautiful like this. Messy, yes, but mine.” He reached down, grabbed the edge of a sheet and wiped her mouth and neck gently. “You okay?”
The entire universe dwelled in that question. And by the look in his eyes, Chaaru knew he would never forgive himself if he’d hurt her. But he hadn’t. If anything, he had only liberated her from the last tendrils of shame and fear that had stuck to her psyche like cobwebs. “You gave me exactly what I craved for so many years.”
“My cum?” he said, mouth twitching.
She scraped her fingernails down his thick thighs, not gently, and had the reward of seeing him grunt. “My sexual agency back. Thank you, DP.”
“Thank you for letting me use your throat as my favorite cock squeeze.” Then he crawled down her body. For a man built like a truck, he moved deftly. “And now...” Rough, urgent hands pulled her thighs apart. He nudged his broad shoulders in between, stretching her indecently wide.
On her next breath, she felt his scruff and a warm puff of air against her inner thighs. Nimble fingers tore her panties and his thumb traced the thin strip of hair.
She could feel his lips curve, his words ‘hello, pretty pussy,’ sending vibrations up and down her clit. Then he took a deep breath, as if the scent of her was all that was keeping him alive.
Her phone alarm went off somewhere, jerking Chaaru back into reality with its shrillness. “What are you doing?” A stupid question but then she was only half present on this plane.
“Eating you out, baby. All that work you put me through with your mouth. I’m hungry as hell.” And then he dived into her folds as if there was treasure hiding there. The purse and pull of his lips around her clit scorched her.
“The alarm?” she said, moaning and writhing under the flutter of his tongue.
“Let it go on. I’ll get you there as fast as I can.” Then he was fucking her slit with the tip of his tongue, and she arched off the bed like a bow pulled taut.
“Can I use my fingers? You’re wet enough. But a little hurt is good, right?”
“Yes to anything you want to stick inside me.”
“Only my fingers and tongue for now, baby.”
The rhythm he set drove her out of her skin. Clearly, he’d already internalized the fact that she needed a lot of stimulation to come and he gave it to her, over and over. Three fingers plunged in and out, the pad of one hitting her G-spot, while he sucked her clit.
Hands in his hair, Chaaru used his head like a gaming console, pulling and tugging.
“Pull your bra down. Pinch your nipples. Do it hard like I would.”
She followed his instructions, and it still wasn’t enough. Sweat and tears rolled down her temples. “More, DP. Please, don’t leave me now.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Not when this sweet pussy is taking my fingers so well.”
And then his large palm moved up her body and his fingers joined hers at her nipple, pinching and tugging and rubbing. It was intense and raw, and yet somehow achingly tender to see his thick fingers tangled with hers.
Stars shimmered behind her eyelids, emitting sparks and tingles, and she thrust her hips mindlessly, chasing his mouth.
“Look down at me,” he said, his tongue fluttering against her clit like a bird’s wings in flight.
Hands curled around her breasts, sweat coating her skin, she did.
Meeting his liquid gaze, the scrape of his stubble against her clit pulled that spring tighter and tighter. His lips were damp with her wetness, his nostrils flared as he said, “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, sweetheart. Once will never be enough. I’m going to need to eat this pussy day and night.”
One more tug with those lips and the coiled spring snapped with a sharp, near-painful tug. Her orgasm crashed over her, breathtaking in its ferocity. On and on, the waves lapped at her core. The flicks of DP’s tongue coaxing it higher and further until she was nothing but shattered fragments of intense pleasure.
A wealth of sounds fell from her lips as she let the sensations float her away to some new plane. And she lingered there, pulses and aftershocks tethering her.
Only when her thigh muscles quaked did she realize how hard she was clasping his head.
A feverish languor spread through her, leaving her spun out. The need to hide so that she didn’t have to face the emotional aftermath threatened to taint the moment, but she fought it with everything she had.
This was her best friend, and he’d just had his mouth on her pussy.
“Did I dent your head with my thighs?” she asked.
It was how he had guided her through it, both coaxing and commanding her, that had pushed her over. And she was so done fighting how perfect, how right this man was for her. How...precious he was to her.
His lips danced across her lower belly, skimming the thick, raised scar from the cesarean, moving torturously slow as if he couldn’t leave an inch of her skin untouched and un-kissed. “Even if you had, I wouldn’t have stopped,” he said, kissing a circle around her belly button. “I’d have blacked out and fallen face first into your pussy and that’s not a bad way to go.”
Chaaru blushed at the wicked desire in those words. When his face came up to her chest, she let herself look and fall into those beautifully familiar eyes. Emotion beat at her with the force of a thousand butterfly wings, fragile and yet strong. “That was…explosive.”
“As were you,” he said, rubbing the corner of her lips. Warm breath tickled the shell of her ear as he traced a broad fingertip up and down the valley between her breasts. “Enough to get through the day?”
“Might need a top up around three,” she said, just as his mouth found the arch of her neck.
His lips were soft and warm against her damp skin, the switch from the demanding, filthy-mouthed lover to this sweet, cuddling friend so seamless that she felt breathless all over again.
Here was this perfect, gorgeous man who was everything she’d ever wanted, right by her side for so many years. And yet her own fears had blinded her to seeing him and knowing him. Skimming her palms over his thick shoulders, she held them at bay. It was easy to, with his strong, solid body within reach.
Her phone’s alarm went off again.
His laughter as he smiled against her skin, the vibrations of his powerful body pressing down on hers was a gift. The relentless beat of the shrill alarm counted down their time together, every tinny beat reminding her that she only had him for a week.
She’d thrown out the term ‘couple for a week’ without thinking much. To create an entry ramp that didn’t overwhelm her or him. But now, with each hour that passed, each line they crossed, a strange certainty was building within her. One measly week might never be enough.
But she didn’t want to upset the dynamic between them right now by bringing up the future. Especially when she herself wasn’t strong enough to face it.
One knee on the bed, DP bent over until he filled her entire range of vision. His lips skated over her temple as he murmured, “You want help with anything? I wouldn’t be surprised if Mona starts banging on the door any minute now.”
She pushed her cheek into his palm and shook her head. “Thanks for the reminder but I’m good.”
A thoughtful expression on his face, he nodded.
As Chaaru watched him walk into the bathroom, it struck her that he hadn’t kissed her. Not in the cab, not last evening, and not this morning. And that felt like it was on purpose. As if he was keeping this purely sexual.
It would make things easier after this week. So why did it feel like she was being denied the most precious thing in the world?
And the worst question that wouldn’t leave her alone, now that she wasn’t engulfed in his arms—would it be this dreamy and magical when they returned to real life?
There was no doubt she wasn’t easy to live with—years of living by herself had made her rigid and set in her ways. Would DP want her mundane, grumpy, stingy everyday self as much as he wanted this wanton lover she was now?