Chapter 21 Charlie
TWENTY-ONE
charlie
It’s nothing like that first kiss. This is heat and hunger and years of wanting, all poured into one moment. She tastes like cookie dough and vanilla, her lips intoxicating, and her kiss is something that’s purely Willa.
And I can’t get enough.
My hands find her thighs, spreading them wider so I can step between them.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her.
I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of my sweats, can smell the sharp, intoxicating spike of her arousal, and it takes everything I have not to lose control completely, knowing there’s nothing between me and her sweet, slick pussy.
“Charlie,” she whimpers against my mouth. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” I pull back just enough to look at her. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” Her hands slide down my chest, nails dragging against my skin. “I need you.”
I groan and capture her mouth again, one hand sliding up under Beau’s shirt to find bare skin. She’s so soft, so warm, and when my hand cups her breast, she arches into my touch with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
I break the kiss, my breath ragged. “Fuck, Willa,” I growl, my voice hoarse with desire. “You feel so good.”
The shirt rides up, and I get my first real look at her—flushed and needy and absolutely perfect.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my hands on her thighs again, spreading her wider. “So perfect.”
“Charlie, please.” She’s trembling now, her scent so thick in the air I can barely think. “I need you.”
“God, I’ve wanted you for so long.” The admission is pulled from somewhere deep inside me.
She smiles with a wicked glint. “Show me how much,” she whispers, her voice a sultry invitation.
I don’t need to be told twice. I pull the shirt from her body in one fluid motion. Her skin is soft and smooth, her hips flaring out in a way that makes my mouth water. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under my lips.
My eyes lock on her glistening center, slick coating her thighs for me. I can see her clit, swollen and begging for attention. I lean down, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of her natural musk and the sweetness of her arousal.
I run my tongue along her slit, feeling her shudder beneath me. I tease her clit, circling it slowly, feeling her hips buck against my mouth. I slide two fingers inside her, her tight, wet heat clamping down around me. She moans, her hands fisting in my hair, urging me on.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, my tongue still working her clit. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, her body tensing as she gets closer to the edge. I can feel her body coiling tight, ready to explode.
I look up at her, our eyes locking. “Come for me, Willa,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Let me taste you.”
She throws her head back, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat as she comes, her body convulsing around my fingers. I lap at her, drinking down every drop of her release, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.
“Charlie,” she says on a whine that goes straight to my cock. She’s trembling now, her scent so thick in the air I can barely think. “I need you inside me.”
I free myself from my pants, and the relief is almost overwhelming. I’m hard, aching, my knot already half inflated, desperate to be locked inside her.
I stroke up and down my length, trying to pull myself back from the edge.
A very small part of me registers how little control I have, how close to a rut I feel, but when I line myself up with her entrance, I have to close my eyes and count to ten to keep from coming right then. Everything else falls away.
“Look at me,” I command, and her eyes snap to mine. “I want you to watch. Want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”
I push inside her in one smooth thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. She’s tight and hot and slick, perfect in every way, and it takes everything I have to stay still, to let her adjust.
The way her inner muscles clench around me, the velvety softness of her walls, it’s almost too much to bear. Her body welcomes me, pulsing with need, and I can feel every inch of her, every ripple, every flutter.
“Move,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Charlie, move.”
I do. I pull out slowly, then thrust back in, setting a rhythm that has her gasping and clinging to me.
The counter is the perfect height, giving me the leverage I need to drive deep, to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out.
The sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness of her slick coating my cock… it’s a symphony of desire.
“That’s it,” I growl against her neck. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Let the whole house know who’s taking care of you.”
I thrust into her again, feeling her tight, wet heat envelop me completely.
My knot nudges her entrance with every thrust. We both moan, our bodies grinding in perfect sync as I start to move in earnest, my hips rolling against hers, strokes deep and long.
I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me, her body already building toward another orgasm.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, my tongue mimicking the movements of my cock. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper. I oblige, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, more urgent.
The sensation of sliding in and out of her is overwhelming. Her pussy is so wet, so tight, I can feel every squeeze and flutter. The friction is intense, building with each thrust, pushing me closer to the edge.
I tear my mouth from hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Willa,” I grit out, my voice strained with effort. “You feel so good. So tight. I need to knot you. You want it? Want me to fill you until you can’t move? Until my come is locked inside you?”
She moans, her body tensing beneath me. She likes dirty talk. And that makes me impossibly harder. “I’m close,” she gasps, her voice breathy and desperate. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Come with me, Willa,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She cries out, her body convulsing around me as she comes. Her inner muscles clamp down on my cock like a vise.
The sight of my cock sliding into her, my knot at her entrance so close to being inside her, and the knowledge that I’m going to fill her with my come, sends primal satisfaction coursing through me.
I feel myself slipping into my rut. With a roar, I pick her up and walk us forward to the wall behind us, fucking her in deep, claiming thrusts. I can’t get enough of her. I lean into her scent-drenched skin and breathe her in, which only intensifies my need to claim her.
Her hands pull me deeper into her. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to lose all control. I find her hands and pull them above her head, pinning them there.
I sink my head into the curve of her neck and shoulder and breathe out a moan as I fuck up into her in a frenzy. She answers me with a reverence all her own. She’s at my mercy, helpless but to be swept away in the mindless lust that rides me.
“Fuck, I want… I want you, all of you.”
My teeth graze her neck, and she tenses. At the same time, a new flush of slick makes her impossibly wet.
“Bite me,” she breathes, and when I look at her, I see the endless need blanketing her expression. It undoes me.
I’m within my right to bond her right here, but fuck if it doesn’t take everything in me not to.
Instead, I bite her almost hard enough—the same moment I sink my knot into her without care.
Rough, vital, beastly. My reward is feeling her squeeze me so tight I might die as she falls over the edge into her own climax.
Fuck, I will never let this woman go.
We stay like that, locked together, both of us breathing hard. Her head rests on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my neck again, and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. It takes me a long while to slow my breathing enough to form words.
When I finally come back to myself, it’s to the gentle stroking of her fingers through my hair. I still have her pinned to the wall, my knot still swollen and locked inside her.
“Hi,” she whispers after a moment.
I laugh, the sound breathless and surprised. “Hi.”
“That was…”
“Yeah.” I press a kiss to her temple. “It really was.” I pause, suddenly uncertain. “Are you okay? I— Fuck, Wills, I lost control there. I went into a rut—I didn’t mean to be so rough. Did I hurt you?”
“Charlie.” Her hand comes up to cup my face, making me look at her. “I’m fine. Better than fine.”
“You’re sure? Because I—”
“I liked it,” she says, her cheeks flushing pink even after everything we just did. “I liked you losing control. Liked feeling how much you wanted me.”
Relief floods through me so intensely that my knees almost buckle. “I did. I do. So fucking much.”
“I know.” She smiles softly. “I could tell.”
“I’m still embarrassed,” I admit. “I should have more control than that. Should have been able to—”
“Stop.” She presses a finger to my lips. “I don’t want your control, Charlie. I want you. All of you. Even the parts that go a little feral.”
I groan and rest my forehead against hers. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”
“Good way to go though, right?”
That startles a laugh out of me. “Yeah, sweetheart. Best way I can think of.”
We’re going to be stuck like this for a while until my knot deflates. I should probably move us somewhere more comfortable, but I don’t want to let her go. Don’t want to break this moment.
“Charlie?” Her voice is soft, tentative.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’m glad you couldn’t sleep.”
I smile against her neck. “Me too, Wills. Me too.”
She shifts slightly in my arms, where I’m still holding her up against the wall, and the movement makes us both gasp as my knot pulses inside her.
“Easy,” I murmur, adjusting my grip and thrusting into her as much as my knot will allow me, “or it will never go down.”
“How long?” Her voice is drowsy, sated.
“Fuck, hours maybe.” A testament to how much I want her. I press a kiss to her temple. “But we can’t stay standing in the kitchen. My legs are going to give out.”
She makes a soft sound of agreement, her arms tightening around my neck. “So what do we do?”
“Hold on to me,” I tell her. “I’m going to carry you upstairs.”
“Charlie, how’re—” She breaks off with a gasp as I carefully shift my stance, adjusting my hold on her. One arm under her ass, the other wrapped around her back, keeping her pressed tight against me.
And the way her pussy moves around my knot while we walk is making me hard again.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I start moving slowly toward the stairs. “Just relax into it. Let me take care of you.”
Every step sends little jolts of pleasure through where we’re joined. I can feel her trembling in my arms, can smell the spike of renewed arousal in her scent as the movement stimulates us both.
“Charlie,” she whimpers against my neck. I can tell her heat spike hasn’t burnt itself out yet.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” I have to pause at the bottom of the stairs, breathing hard, willing myself not to start thrusting. Not to fuck her while I carry her up to my room. “Almost there.”
I take the stairs carefully, one at a time, hyperaware of every shift and jostle. By the time I reach my bedroom door, we’re both panting, and she’s making these small, needy sounds that are driving me crazy.
I manage to get the door open and cross to the bed. When I lower us down, I roll to my back with her astride me, my cock so deep in this position. I reach up to circle her clit and am rewarded with a delicious pulsing of her walls where she hugs my knot.
“Do you need to come again, Omega?” I ask, my voice a low growl, laced with a dominance that sends shivers down her spine.
“Yes,” she moans, her body already responding to my touch, her hips moving in tight short strokes, my knot keeping her locked onto me.
I pump up into her. My fingers continue to tease her clit, circling, pressing, drawing out her pleasure. I can feel her body coiling, her breath coming in quick gasps, her inner muscles tightening around my knot.
“That’s it, Omega,” I murmur against her skin, my voice a soothing balm amidst the intensity. “Let go and come for me. I want to feel you come all over my knot. So fucking perfect.”
She moans, her body tensing, her hips moving faster, her clit swelling under my touch. I can feel her slick leaking out, coating my cock with her arousal and need. I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her, feeling her eyes on me, her breath hitching with anticipation.
Then, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss, sharing her taste with her. My fingers, slick with her juices, find her clit again, circling, pressing, drawing out her pleasure. I can feel her orgasm building again.
“Come,” I command, filling my voice with enough bark to send ripples of submission through her. At the same moment, I reach up to collar her neck with my hands and pull her into my lips.
She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her inner muscles clamping down on my knot.
She’s now boneless and only half conscious, our little Omega wore herself out. I roll us onto our sides, tucking her against my chest. She’s still wrapped around me, one leg hooked over my hip, arms around my neck.
“Better?” I ask, brushing hair away from her face.
“Mmm.” She nuzzles into me, her whole body going soft and pliant. “Much better.”
We lie there in the darkness of my room, wrapped around each other, connected in the most intimate way possible. I can feel my knot starting to ease, but I’m in no hurry. This—having her in my arms, in my bed, wearing my scent and my claim—is everything I’ve wanted for six years.
“Charlie?” Her voice is getting drowsy now, the adrenaline and pleasure giving way to exhaustion.
“Yeah, Wills?”
“Stay with me? Even after…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Not tonight. Not ever, if you’ll let me.”
She makes a soft, contented sound that goes straight to my heart. Within minutes, her breathing evens out, and I realize she’s fallen asleep—still connected to me, still locked on my knot, still trusting me to hold her.
My knot hasn’t fully gone down yet, but I don’t care. I’m exactly where I want to be.
I tighten my arms around her, breathing in the scent of us together, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine. I’m never letting her go again.