Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
EMMA
“ O h come on,” Charlie muttered, gesturing at the TV. “That’s not how hostage negotiations work at all. Where did they get their technical advisor, a B-movie from the 80s?”
I hummed in agreement, only half-listening. I shifted on the couch for the hundredth time, trying to find a position that didn’t make me acutely aware of the throbbing ache between my thighs. Charlie sat next to me, his arm draped casually over the back of the sofa and his thigh pressed against mine. Every inch of my skin tingled with awareness of his proximity.
On screen, the movie played on — some action flick Charlie had picked. The plot eluded me entirely.
It had only been a couple of days since Charlie and I had embarked on our new friends with benefits agreement. We’d settled into it with ease. The fact the morning sickness had finally let up probably helped.
My body had replaced all the energy I’d wasted trying not to throw up with an insatiable appetite for... well, everything. Food. Charlie. Especially Charlie.
In the bedroom. Bathroom. On the stairs. On the couch. In his office.
We’d pretty much christened every room of the house at this point.
My thighs clenched involuntarily at the thought. The ache intensified, a pulsing need I couldn’t ignore. I squirmed again, crossing and uncrossing my legs in a futile attempt to alleviate the pressure.
“You okay there, Em?” Charlie asked, his voice cut through my hormone-addled thoughts. “You’re fidgeting more than Jesse’s triplets on a normal day.”
“Fine,” I lied, forcing a smile I hoped didn’t look as strained as it felt. “Just can’t get comfortable. This couch must be conspiring against me.”
He nodded, a flicker of concern crossing his features before he turned his attention back to the movie. I stared at his profile, admiring the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his lips.
The ache throbbed again, more insistent this time. I bit my lip, eyeing Charlie from beneath my lashes. Did he have a limit? How many times could I ask before he got tired of me?
You’re being ridiculous. This is exactly what you agreed to. He’s not going to suddenly decide you’re too much trouble.
But my body refused to listen to reason. Every cell screamed for his touch, his kiss, his-
“Okay, seriously.” Charlie turned to face me fully, concern etched across his features. “What’s going on? You’re squirming like you’ve got ants in your pants and a bee in your bonnet. Talk to me, Em.”
“It’s just... you know. Hormones. They’re kind of driving me crazy right now.”
“Ah. Need a little help with that?”
“You don’t have to. We already... earlier... I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Hey.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers cascading down my spine. “Look at me, Em.”
Reluctantly, I met his gaze. The tenderness I saw there nearly undid me.
“The whole point of this arrangement is to help you, remember?” He smiled. “To make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of. I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what you need.”
“I know, I just…” Embarrassment and desire warred within me, leaving me flushed and breathless. “I worried it might get to be too much. That you’d get sick of me always... wanting.”
Charlie laughed, the sound warm and rich and full of promise.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he spoke. “Trust me. I could never get enough of you. We could keep this up for a decade, and I’d still want more.”
My heart skipped a beat, then started racing double-time.
Did he mean that?
The idea of a decade with Charlie... my mind raced with possibilities. “So?” His hand cupped my cheek, thumb stroking gently across my skin. “What do you say? Want me to take care of you?”
I swallowed hard.
I nodded, the motion subtle, shy, and so not me. What had happened to the badass business owner who made impossible things happen? Somehow, moving to LA, I’d lost track of her.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
Charlie’s lips curved into a wicked grin that sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly. In one swift motion, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands sliding under my oversized t-shirt.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes for what I have in mind.”
I shivered as his fingers trailed up my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Oh?” I asked, my voice breathy and uneven. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”
“Let me show you.” He captured my lips in a searing kiss, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts to the four corners of the earth.
His hands roamed my body, igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere he touched, I lost myself in the moment. But a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered, Is this enough? Or will you always crave more?
I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the heat building between us. For now, this would have to be enough. I couldn’t risk losing what we had by asking for more.
My t-shirt and bra went flying across the room and he kissed me. Long, drugging kisses that made my head spin and those pesky thoughts quiet.
While he stole my breath, he cupped my breast, causing my nipple to pebble against his palm. I gasped into his mouth at the jolt of pleasure radiating down to my core.
One day soon, I’d stop being shocked at how much he could turn me on. Just a look and I was soaked for the man.
“These are so perfect,” Charlie said, admiring my breasts. He leaned in, lips hovering over my left nipple. “Do you know how hot it is to think about sucking on your nipples when you start lactating?”
His sudden breeding kink fascination had caught us both off guard, but it only made me more aroused. I couldn’t deny that the thought was strangely exciting, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Maybe it was the added element of intimacy, or the sense of newfound power in my sexuality. Whatever the reason, it made my nipples ache with anticipation.
“Is that a deal-breaker?” I asked playfully, not wanting to burst our pleasure bubble. “I read that it won’t stop until I stop breastfeeding so… if it makes you happy…”
Charlie chuckled, nipping my nipple lightly. “Don’t worry. I just can’t resist the thought of it.” He rolled his eyes as if embarrassed by his newfound fascination. “And just so we’re clear, I’m already plenty happy.”
His mouth enveloped my right nipple, and he began to suck. Each pulse of his lips sent ripples of pleasure through my body, making my core clench with desire. My head fell back and my eyes closed in bliss, a soft moaning escaping me. The movie droned on in the background, forgotten.
He switched between my nipples, giving each one equal attention. His hands massaged my breasts, making my sensitivity even more pronounced. It felt as if my entire body was concentrated in those two small points of contact. I couldn’t believe that something so simple could bring me to the brink of orgasm.
“I... I’m close,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He released my nipple with a small pop and looked up at me, his eyes full of desire and surprise. “From just that?”
I nodded, chewing my lip.
“Then I guess I’d better hurry up.”
I protested as Charlie lifted me. He settled me back in my seat with a confident smirk.
He chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet so get rid of the disappointment.”
Then he hooked his fingers into my leggings and panties and tore them off me. With a firm grip, he opened my legs wide enough to make room for his broad shoulders.
His gaze dropped from my eyes to my aching core. “Is this all mine?” he asked, a possessive glint in his eye. “Are you this wet because of me?”
He ran a single finger through my lower lips, dragging a desperate moan from deep in my throat. I needed him to finish what he’d started.
“Yes.” I reached for him, my fingers threading through his hair. “I need to come. Now.”
Chuckling, he let me guide his head to where I needed him. His soft breaths hit my sensitised clit first and I shivered. Then his beard tickled my thigh and he sealed his lips around my clit, applying an intense pressure that almost pulled me from the couch.
My eyes fell shut on a happy sigh as I fell straight over the edge. I arched my back as waves of absolute bliss flooded through me.
“Yes,” I hissed, my grip on his hair growing fierce. “Don’t stop.”
Charlie kept the pressure going as he added in shallow thrusts with his tongue and deeper ones with his fingers. The exquisite torture pushed me over the edge again. I grasped his hair, pulling him closer as I rode out my second orgasm of the night.
He didn’t stop there. He kept the pressure going to drag out my orgasm, turning it into a never ending rush of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, the film on the screen becoming nothing more than a blur of colours and noise.
My words turned into pleas, my nails digging into the couch as he continued his relentless pleasure attack.
“Charlie, please... stop,” I begged, my voice lost to panting breaths.
Instead of stopping, he slowed down, the sensation ebbing only slightly, prolonging my state of orgasmic bliss. Sweat trickled down my neck.
Finally, mercifully, he released me, panting slightly as he rested back on his haunches.
As the intensity faded, I slumped back against the sofa, panting and spent. My breasts still ached from his attention, but in the best possible way.
“That good?” he asked, his voice husky.
All I could do was hum an agreement. I could barely remember my own name and he wanted to have a conversation? What even were words?
While he basked in the satisfaction of rendering me mute, Charlie traced circles on my belly. I glanced down at him, still kneeling between my legs. His gaze was fixed on my stomach, that male satisfaction I’d expected replaced by a teasing quirk of his lips.
He leaned in, his nose almost touching my stomach and whispered, “Thanks for messing with your mama’s appetites.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my stomach and my ovaries just about exploded. Did this man need to be any more attractive to me? Absolutely not.