Chapter 35 #2
Even if I hadn’t already known, the tremble in those words makes it clear this isn’t just a consent sort of question.
“Of course I will.” I turn his hand in mine so this time, I can kiss his palm. “You’d tell me too, right? If you weren’t into something?”
He nods, huffing out a disbelieving little laugh. “Not going to happen, but yes, Myles, I’d tell you. And,” he drops his eyes. “You know I’d be totally happy just doing things for you, right? You don’t have to…” He trails off with a shrug. “If you’re not sure?”
The uncertainty in his voice and the fact that he’d even think that for a second completely breaks me.
“Do you feel this?” I roll my hips against him, letting my dick drag over his.
“This isn’t just because of how fucking amazing what we were just doing felt, even though that would have already been more than enough.
It’s from how freaking badly I want to get you naked.
It’s from thinking about finally getting to see you and touch you.
God, Charlie, it doesn’t matter what you want us to do, just thinking about you getting off on it makes me want to come.
“I—” my kiss at the base of his index finger is open mouthed, and my tongue darts out, licking over his skin before I let my lower lip drag over the same spot. “—want—” another wet, lingering kiss higher up his finger and he gasps. “—you.”
I guide his hand back to the button he’d been working on. “I’m not going anywhere.” Instantly, my chest tightens at the thought of this summer. “Not anytime soon,” I add, trying to drive back the heaviness that’s just settled on me. “Charlie, I promise, I’m not changing my mind. Believe me?”
He nods as he slips my first button free, and the flood of love that rushes through me at the way his eyes fill mixes up with my desire for him, reminding me again, like I could ever forget, how what’s happening right now is nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I want him to love it too. I want him to get out of his head and enjoy this every bit as much as I do.
“Want to know what I’m thinking about right now?” I lean in, whispering so close against his ear that my lips brush over his skin. “I’m hoping like hell that the fact that you’re undressing me means I’ll get to undress you next. I want to see you naked so badly, it hurts.”
He’s pressed against me, chest to chest, and I love that I can feel the shudder that runs down through his whole body. And then my dick throbs with the thought of the sensation of that shudder running up his shaft, aching in his balls.
Is he leaking like I am? Is he so hard, he’s twitching and pulsing with every beat of his pulse?
Fuuck.
“Do you want to let me see you?”
“Ohmigod, yess,” he moans, arching forward against me for a second, before he’s back to work on my buttons. He’s going faster now, almost tearing at the fabric as he hurries to pull them free.
The moment he’s got the last one open, his hands are on me.
His palms are hot as they drag over my abs, and I swear every bit of that heat is suddenly rolling through me, pooling at the base of my spine, pounding through my cock, filling my heavy, overfull balls.
His fingers trace through the thick trail of hair running down from my bellybutton to disappear under the waist of my jeans, and I groan in frustration because they’re moving up, and not down.
The grin he flashes me is cruel and so fucking beautiful as he skims his fingers higher. Seeing him gain confidence at my reaction to what he’s doing to me is everything.
“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he whispers, cheeks flushing darker.
“You have?” I’d kind of assumed, but hearing him admit it out loud? Holy shit. It’s a shot of dopamine like nothing I’d ever expected.
Me, he’s imagined this with me. My Charlie.
God, I like how those words sound in my head.
He lifts his eyes to mine, nodding as he keeps up his exploration of my abs.
“I haven’t been able to get this out of my head since that hike,” I whisper. “I can’t help thinking about you now, every time I get myself off. I can’t stop dreaming about you, and when I do, I wake up so hard, I can’t think.”
Charlie fucking whimpers.
His ass is pressing down on my dick, otherwise nothing would be able to keep me from snapping open my jeans and touching myself.
I can touch him though. My hand slips down to his thigh, and I let myself take a moment, working over the toned, firm muscles there.
His eyes fall to watch my fingers explore higher. When I trace along the crease of his thigh, he lets out a shaky breath, chest rising and falling hard and fast.
“Ohmigod, Myles,” he moans the moment my grip closes around his cock where it’s straining at his khakis. In my jeans, my own cock kicks, twitching and throbbing in an echo of what Charlie’s feeling, like our bodies and sensations are linked.
Even through the fabric, his shaft feels hot and achingly hard in my hand. I squeeze a bit tighter, and under my grip, I feel him pulse with desire at the same moment as he breathes out another addictive moan, and I’m instantly hooked.
Oh fuck I want to feel him naked. Just his bare skin stretched tight over his hard, hot dick.
“You—” He looks down, eyes widening at the place where my hand’s closed around him. “You’re touching me.”
The rise and fall of his chest is fast and shallow, and, god, I can’t get enough of the way he’s still staring down at my hand, like what’s happening is the most extraordinary thing he’s ever seen.
“I love touching you,” I whisper, watching along with him as my hand starts to move over him.
And god yes, that breathy moan he gives me—
“Good?”
“So good.”
Fucking yes—
It’s hard to touch him like I want to with his pants in the way, but I do my best, rubbing and stroking along his length. Running my palm up over his crown.
He’s not quite as thick as I am, but maybe longer. God, I’m dying to touch him for real. To see what he looks like in my hand…
Charlie’s fingers are moving over my skin again, creeping up from my abs toward my chest. Without even meaning to, I lean forward, pressing into his touch, desperate for more.
His lips part at the stuttered breath I let out when he runs his hands higher to grab hold of my flannel, working it down off my shoulders.
I hate that I have to stop touching him, even for a moment as he tugs my sleeves down. When I do make myself stop, it’s only to reach back and help him, practically ripping my shirt down over my hands.
As soon as it’s off, he’s balling it up, tossing it aside, only to run his hands back up my arms, tracing over my biceps, my shoulders. Already, my hand’s back on him, stroking and squeezing through his pants as he arches into me.
He splays his fingers when he reaches my pecs, cupping and caressing, and when his fingertips drag deliberately over my nipples, my muscles seize at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that explodes through me.
Fuuck—
What the hell was that? Because oh god, I want it again.
I’ve never played with my own nipples before. It just hadn’t crossed my mind as a thing guys did. And neither Rachel or Sandra had either. Not that I’m thinking about either of them or anyone except for the man in my lap who’s just blown my mind with one simple touch.
Like he can read my thoughts, he does it again.
“Oh fuuck, Charlie.” My head falls back. My cock pulses and drips like there’s a direct connection from my nipples right down to it.
Holy shit—
When I curl my hand over his fabric-covered crown, I can feel a damp spot where he’s leaked right through his khakis. Fucking yes.
“Yeah?” That breathy question has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Yeah,” I nod my head.
The look on his face as he watches the movement is devastating, so sexy and needy. “How about this?”
His eyes don’t leave mine as he ducks down, leaning in and extending his tongue at the last minute to lick over one of my nipples, swirling around it as my jaw goes slack. Next moment, he sucks it into his mouth, and my whole body jolts again as tingling pleasure makes every inch of me come alive.
He teases me until I’m a panting, gasping mess, so desperate for more, I can’t even form the words to tell him what I need. And fuuck, I think he’s as into it as I am; gripping my sides and letting out these quiet, breathless sounds every time I can’t hold back a new shiver or moan.
A few more seconds, and I can’t take it.
Charlie’s strong, but I’m stronger. All it takes is a firm grip on his shoulder and a shift in my weight, and I have him flat on his back. My breath saws in and out of my chest as I kneel over him, taking in his spit-slicked lips and heavy-lidded eyes.
“I have to see you.” My hands are frantic at the buttons on his shirt now, my words no more than a ragged whisper.
It’s like all that wanting and physical attraction that had been missing for all those years is hitting me at once. I can’t think. Can’t even see straight. I just need him.
“I have to touch you.”