18. Charlie
18
Charlie
Bea quivered— fucking quivered —when she came, her feet twitching against my back and her thighs trembling against my ears when she clenched. I’m replaying the feeling over and over again in my mind while she’s coming down from her orgasm, and I fucking want to make her do it again.
My dick is so hard through my pants and my lower half is hanging off the edge of the bed, toes digging into the carpet to give me traction. The sheet beneath Bea’s ass is damp, as is my face and her thighs. It smells so fucking good.
“Charlie?” Bea murmurs, and I lift my head. “Do I get to ask the condom question now?”
I laugh and press a kiss to her thigh. Soon , I promise her pussy, I’ll get to do that again .
For now, though, I push to my feet and wipe my mouth on the placket of my shirt. “It’s in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
She hums, and it takes me a minute to tear away from the sight of Bea blissed out on my bed. I tiptoe across the hallway to the bathroom and dig around in my dopp kit until I find the condoms I have stashed in there.
On my way back across the hall, I hear a noise from downstairs—the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. I still, listening, until it comes again.
Shit.
I put the condom in my pocket and creep down the stairs. The light’s on in the hall bathroom, and pushing the door open reveals Kayla and Jasper, who look up from the bathroom floor. Kayla’s hugging the toilet bowl, her hair in a greasy bun, and Jasper sits next to her, rubbing her back.
“Hey,” I say.
Jasper grimaces, and Kayla just hangs on to the toilet.
“Did we wake you?” he asks.
I shake my head and crouch down to their level. “I was still up. You need anything?”
Kayla spits into the toilet. “No.” She sounds miserable, and I feel for her.
“I guess morning sickness is a misnomer?”
Kayla gasps and whips her head to glare at Jasper. “You told him ?”
“He guessed!” Jasper says defensively.
“We’re not supposed to tell anyone yet! And I—” Kayla cuts herself off, her eyes on my chest. Her gaze narrows. “Is that...is that a bite mark?”
I look down. My shirt has gaped open since I never buttoned it back up. I pull one side closed to cover up the red teeth marks.
Kayla glares at me. “So help me god if that was from anyone’s teeth but Bea’s?—”
“It was Bea,” I say quickly. “I swear.”
Kayla relaxes, and then tenses again. “Okay, well don’t take this as commentary on that but— blerghghghghghgh .”
Unholy noises come out of Kayla as she barfs. Jasper grimaces—or never stopped grimacing since I got here—and rubs her back more.
I’m not sure how to get myself out of this politely, so I wait. Kayla has nothing left in her stomach to toss up, so it doesn’t take long until she’s spitting, flushing, and Jasper’s wiping her face with a piece of toilet paper.
“Just go,” she says miserably, and I do. I retreat up the stairs, condom burning a hole in my pocket, only to open the door to my room and see Bea sprawled out on my bed, asleep.