Chapter 41
MYLES
Holy shit.
Charlie manhandling me like that? Too fucking sexy.
I don’t know what it is about him being strong enough to flip me like he just did, or fuck, when he pinned me against the hotel door, but whatever it is, it’s insanely hot.
What’s even hotter is the way he kisses me. Diving right in and claiming my mouth like it belongs to him. Which, let’s be fair, it does.
My body responds instantly, arching up to meet his, hands roaming over every inch of him I can reach, desperate to feel him through the thick layers he’s wearing, until suddenly, a new impulse grips me.
This animalistic, raw urge to just flip him right back over and show him that, strong as he is, I’m still stronger.
He’s on his back, lying under me in a second flat. Next moment, his legs are around my waist, his hands on either side of my face, and he’s kissing me so greedily, it’s hard to breathe.
My mind goes completely off the rails as his tongue slips between my lips, utterly fixated by the memory of his head falling back against the blanket and the broken little huh of breathy sound he’d let out when I’d sucked his finger into my mouth.
Just like I did with his finger, I stroke and swirl my tongue around his tongue, drinking in his needy moans.
My dick is achingly hard, leaking a damn puddle in my boxers, and all I can think about is getting Charlie naked again. Stripping him out of his clothes and seeing exactly what he’d meant when he promised to make the hours of not touching him up to me.
“Can we go?”
It takes me a full couple beats of my pounding heart to realize the breathless question wasn’t from me.
“Please, Myles? I need you.” And then, it registers that it was him that asked the question, and oh fuck, but I love the sound of those words.
“C’mon.” I’m up and pulling him to his feet along with me in a second flat, snatching up the blanket while he grabs for the forgotten thermos of tea.
Charlie’s already halfway out of his shirt when I take hold of his hands and pull them away from the fabric. “Let me.”
We’d lost our coats somewhere in the living room, and I part way remember that his fleece got thrown over the side of the banister halfway up the stairs.
Now that it’s his actual clothes coming off though, I really want to be the one to do it.
Undressing Charlie is yet another thing I’ve recently discovered I’m obsessed with.
He nods, dropping the hem of his shirt to let me run my hands over his hips, up under the fabric, savoring the feel of his smooth, warm skin.
It’s not that the urgency to get him naked and to find out what he has in mind for tonight isn’t still blazing through me, but touching him like this is a thing that can’t be rushed.
He just feels so damn good—my Charlie—and I can’t keep myself from taking a moment to drink him in.
When I brush my fingers over his pebbled nipples and he gives a shuddering moan though, there’s no more holding back. His shirt is off and on the floor and my hands are working over the snap on his jeans before I catch the hesitation in his eyes.
“I—” he looks down at his feet, and I’m baffled. There’d been plenty of hesitation from him the first time we’d messed around, but since then, it hasn’t cropped back up.
My stomach sinks as I wonder if it’s something I’ve done.
And then, just as quickly, my cock and my heart leap as I wonder if it’s something he wants to do, but is worried I might not be into, considering that, up until now, we haven’t gone past hands and the hot as fucking hell frotting I can’t get enough of.
I take a chance and assume it’s the second.
“Whatever it is,” I step forward after him, grabbing hold of his beltloops and using them to tug him right up against me, “I’m going to be so into it, Charlie.
” It takes absolutely no effort whatsoever for my voice to come out low and raspy as I roll my hips into his, letting him feel how hard and ready I am for whatever’s on his mind.
He nods, Adams apple bobbing in a slow swallow, but from the way his pupils just blew wide and his breath came in a hard exhale, it’s more because he’s turned on than worried. At least, I hope.
Gently, he twists out of my grasp, taking a step back so I have a clear view of him as he tugs down the zipper of his jeans. I’d really wanted to be the one to do that, but with him having just felt uncomfortable or worried or wha—
Holy. Fuck.
My jaw literally drops at the same moment my dick gives a pulsing throb, kicking so hard that, for a second, I’m afraid I’m about to come, completely untouched, just from the sight that Charlie’s revealing as he strips out of his jeans.
“Do you like them?”
I can only blink at the absurd question. Blink and nod my head so hard and so fast, I’ve got to look like one of those ridiculous bobblehead dolls. Speech is simply impossible.
Black lacy panties. Holy fuck.
Charlie’s long, gorgeous dick is straining toward me, barely held in by the scrap of sheer material that cups it and his balls so perfectly, and the sight of it is all I can process.
God, I’d wanted him naked, but now? Fuck, now I want him to stay in those panties forever. I want to drop down to my knees and kiss and lick and suck him through that lace until I make him come all over it.
“Turn around.”
I don’t actually want him to. That hoarsely whispered instruction can’t have come from me. Except it did, and oh god, I do want him to turn around because yeah, I won’t be able to stare at his dick anymore, but I’ll get to see—
He does what I asked, turning until his back is to me. His back and his gorgeous, round, firm, black lace covered ass.
“Fuck, Charlie,” I groan, palming my cock through my jeans and using every ounce of strength I have not to come.
What I don’t have the strength for is staying put and not touching.
Two steps, and my hand is on the middle of his back, pushing him down until I have him bent over the bed.
Next moment, I’m on my knees, running my hands up his toned, smooth thighs, tracing my fingers along the outsides of his cheeks where the lacy edges of those damn panties cling to the swell of his ass like a second skin.
Between his cheeks, the material pulls tight, following the curve of his flesh as it dips into his crease.
I can’t hold in a groan when I splay my hands over the lace covered globes, kneading and massaging, watching as the fabric pulls and shifts with the movement.
Charlie’s back bows as he raises his upper body, twisting to watch me, and I groan again at the way his change in position thrusts his ass back slightly, giving me an even better view than before.
“You do like them.”
Smug, sexy bastard.
I do what any sensible man would do. Lean closer and nip at the place where the edge of the panties leaves the bottom half of his ass bare. All that creamy, beautiful skin…
My dick gives another desperate throb at the cry that escapes from Charlie as he squirms, arching his body back farther against me as I bite down harder. “Ohmigod,” he moans. “Baby, that’s so hot.”
Damn straight it is.
“Never,” I press a kiss to the spot where my teeth marks stand out against the smoothness of his skin. “Wear anything else.” Another kiss. “Ever again. Fucking hell, Charlie.”
In one smooth movement, he’s rolling onto his back, reaching down to haul me up on level with him, face to face with his dazzling smile.
The sort of smile that knocks the breath out of me and makes me wonder how I could have ever looked at him and not known exactly how I felt about him from the beginning.
I know my heart and my brain and my body needed time to sync up and sort everything out, but god, look at him.
“You really like them that much?” He arches up to meet me as I lean in, trailing my nose down along the side of his neck. His erection presses against my hip, and even though I can’t see it now, all I can think about is the sight of it peeking through that sheer, sexy black fabric.
“Like doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I groan, giving into the inevitable and running my hand down over his stomach until I find the lacy edge where it clings to his skin.
He moans and bucks into my grip when my hand closes around his shaft through the material, and I can’t take another second. I’ll probably fuck this up and make a fool of myself, but that worry is so completely overridden by desire, I’m back down on my knees before I even have a chance to think.
For one perfect moment, my brain just shuts off and all there is is the feel of Charlie’s firm, smooth skin under my lips as I kiss along his stomach, following the lacy line of his panties from his hipbone toward the center.
My hand is still closed around his dick, and as my mouth moves closer, I can feel his eagerness as his length twitches and throbs in my grip.
Fuck, I love it that I can feel how badly he wants this. My own cock is hard as steel, throbbing and twitching right along with his. I want to make him feel so good.
And then out of nowhere, all I can think of is that other men have done this for him. Men who knew what they were doing and didn’t just fumble their way through it and—
He knows the moment I freeze up. Of fucking course he does, and it makes me feel even more like shit, because I know exactly what he’s thinking is going through my head and he couldn’t be more wrong.
“Hey, it’s okay.” he murmurs, pushing up on his elbows to stare down at me as he strokes his fingers through my hair. “You don’t have to do this.”
Sweet and reassuring as his words and touch are, I can hear the wobble he’s barely hiding in his voice. Just like the first time we messed around, there’s a mix of naked desire and fear warring in his beautiful green eyes.
Fear I put there. Not only right now, even though that’s definitely part of it.