Chapter 42
MYLES
Charlie’s still got those panties on. I wouldn’t let him take them off when he started to.
He’s between my legs, kneeling on the floor in front of me, looking up at me from his impossibly green eyes, and any second, those pretty, fucking strawberry tasting lips of his are going to be closing around my dick.
Every muscle in me tightens as he runs his palms up my thighs.
How the hell am I going to last long enough for him to show me anything?
God, I’ve never been harder in my life, and since ordering me to strip out of my clothes and sit on the edge of the bed, he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“You know how I told you how many times I’ve gotten off thinking about your mouth on me?” His tongue swipes over his lower lip, leaving it slick and even more irresistible than before as I nod. “I’ve thought about this every bit as much.”
Eyes never leaving mine, he wraps his hand around the base of my cock, making my entire body jolt as a groan tears from my throat. Next moment, he’s leaning in, swirling his tongue around my tip, and I see fucking stars.
His eyes fall shut for a moment as a shuddering sigh rushes from him, so full of satisfaction, it makes my heart ache. “Myles.”
Just that. My name and the way he halfway whispers, halfway moans it against me.
A broken sound punches from my chest, and it’s all I can do to keep my hips from tilting up off the bed as pleasure zips through me.
I understand exactly what he meant before.
Nothing has ever felt as incredible as this, and yeah, a good part of it’s because what he’s doing now, trading off between more swirling licks and firm, wet sucks farther and farther down my shaft, is fucking amazing, but that’s nowhere near the whole story.
It's Charlie’s mouth on me. That alone is reason enough to explain how every muscle in me’s drawing tight and why the rolling waves of heat and tension building at the base of my spine are already threatening to blow me apart.
“Oh god, Charlie,” I gasp, and just saying his name aloud as I stare down into his eyes sends a fresh current of sensation buzzing over my skin. “So…good—”
His eyelids flutter. Brilliant, gorgeous green eyes shuttering. The sound of his moan vibrates through my dick, straight to my balls, and it’s all I can do to keep my eyes from falling shut in ecstasy.
It’s not only that I need to be trying to focus on what he’s doing to have a hope of making things good enough for him next.
I just can’t get enough of how he looks right now, with his soft, pink lips wrapped around my shaft, a spot of color blazing on each of his cheeks beneath his beautiful freckles.
The bright green of his eyes reduced to a thin ring around the wide black of his blown pupils as he lifts his gaze back up to meet mine again.
Fuck, seeing him like this is everything.
I try to pay attention to what he’s doing.
I really do. Except every time I focus in on the details, how he’s flattened his tongue to lick up along the length of my dick, lapping over the sensitive underside of my crown, dipping into my slit to catch the fresh beads of precum gathering there, or wrapping that warm, perfect mouth around my shaft and sucking, bobbing his head up and down until I’m fisting the blanket with my hand that’s not tangled up in his gorgeous golden-brown hair, I almost lose it.
Because he told me he’d suck me how he likes it.
He told me he’d show me what feels good for him, and imagining my mouth on his dick giving him the same pleasure as he’s giving me now and knowing exactly how it’s making him feel in return is too much to handle.
It’s the most erotic, overwhelming thing I’ve ever pictured, and every time I let myself go there, a throb of warning tugs low at the base of my spine.
I practically levitate up off the bed when one of his hands glides up the inside of my thigh and cups my sac. He squeezes lightly, massaging and rolling my balls in his palm until I think I’ll lose my mind.
Fucking hell, I can’t let myself think about the fact that he’s doing this to show me he loves it…
Moans and gasps are spilling from me in a constant stream of encouragement, and he’s whimpering and moaning back, the sounds pushing me higher and tighter as I watch his eyes go hazy and dreamy, like he’s getting off on this every bit as much as I am.
When he pulls away, popping off with a wet, filthy sound, I let out a shameless whine. “Charlie, fuck, don’t stop.”
My dick is throbbing, pulsing and leaking as it stands, red and desperate for more, between us.
“I won’t baby,” he presses a kiss to my crown, stroking his hand over my shaft as he teases the fingers of his other hand over my sac. So fucking good. “I’m not stopping.”
His chest is heaving almost as hard as mine is and his voice has the sexiest rasp to it.
“I want to take you deeper. I want you at the back of my throat, Myles,” he whispers, and I nearly come from the thought alone. “I want to feel it.”
Holy shit—
He looks up at me, eyes glassy with need. God, he’s always intoxicating, but like this? Another desperate sound breaks from my throat.
“When it’s your turn, you just take me as deep as I’ve been taking you already, and I’ll come,” he promises, making my dick jerk in his grasp as my balls tighten dangerously. “It’ll feel so, so good for me. But I just can’t hold back from taking all of you anymore.”
Fuck me.
All I can do is nod, and I don’t even get halfway through the first movement before he’s swallowing me down until my tip hits the back of his throat.
There’s no stopping the way my body arches up to meet him, and he moans as I press deeper until his chin brushes my balls.
Holy shit— His eyes are watering, and I can feel his throat tighten and convulse around my crown as he chokes slightly.
Every inch of my body is buzzing and tingling with sensation, my balls so full and my muscles so tight, I know I’m going to snap at any moment.
When he pulls back, suctioning his lips around me and licking at the underside of my shaft before diving forward, swallowing around me again so I can feel the muscles of his throat stroking over my tip, it’s all I can do not to come.
“Fuck Charlie, oh fuuck,” I can’t shut off the visceral moans and gasped curses pouring from me. My body’s shaking now with the effort not to come, but every moment of his mouth on me feels so excruciatingly good, I’m holding back for all I’m worth. I need more—
It’s all over when his free hand drags up my chest. I can see in his eyes what he’s going to do, and a broken cry bursts from me, even before his thumb finds my nipple, rolling over it with a flash of pleasure that steals my breath.
“Gonna come,” I choke out, trying to give him warning even as the first wave of sensation crashes through me and my balls pulse in his grasp.
He only takes me deeper again with a rumbling moan, sending me higher than ever as my cock jerks, flooding his mouth with cum as he swallows around me.
Every inch of my body’s nothing but nerves, lighting and tingling and throbbing with the ecstasy he’s drawing from me until I’m boneless and oversensitive.
He doesn’t go far when he lets me fall from his mouth, just lays his cheek against my thigh, looking up at me with a smile as sated as if he were the one who’d just had his soul sucked out from his dick.
My muscles are weak and shaky, like I’ve just run a damn marathon, and I can still feel little zings of aftershocks running through my body, but somehow, I’m just more keyed up than ever.
The moment I can think and move again, I’m hauling him up onto the bed beside me for a deep, frenzied kiss. I can taste my own release on his lips and tongue, and fucking hell, that’s hotter than I’d ever imagined it could be.
I need my turn to get my mouth on him. Now.
Some of my nerves flicker back through me as I pull away from him, sliding down to settle on the floor, kneeling between his legs like he just kneeled between mine, as he pushes up to sit at the edge of the bed.
I’m still so out of it from how hard I just came though, they’re nowhere near as bad as before.
“That was…fucking incredible.” I tip my head up to meet his eyes. My voice is choppy and as wrecked as I feel, and god, I hope I can make him feel even a fraction of what he’s just done to me.
Like he can read my mind, Charlie reaches down, stroking his fingers over my cheek and through the stubble of my beard. “And so is what you’re going to do to me.”
There’s a breathless catch to his words, like he really means them from the bottom of his heart, and god, it’s almost enough to have me tearing up.
“Nothing you’re going to do is going to be anything less than amazing, baby.” Fucking hell, that name again… “Literally anything that involves your mouth on me is going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, okay?”
There’s an almost desperate tremble to his words, and his dick twitches as it stands, straight and hard, tenting the lace of his panties.
I nod automatically. God, I’d probably agree to anything he asked me or told me right now. Okay, fine, so maybe that’s always true anyway, but with him in those damn panties? It’s especially true.
It’s almost a shame to hook my fingers under the material running across his hips and tug it down.
That fantasy of driving him fucking crazy through the thin barrier until he comes all over the inside of all that little bit of lace is still strong, but my need to get my mouth on him at last is even stronger.
He lets out a soft, needy sound when I pull the fabric away to free his erection, and I don’t even bother stripping it down any farther than what it takes to tuck it out of the way under his sac.