Chapter 9 - Koda
NINE
KODA
The weight of Charlotte Palmer in my arms feels right in ways that should terrify me.
She’s half my age, she’s my best friend’s daughter.
But as I carry her down the hallway to my bedroom, I can’t bring myself to care.
I’ll deal with Jason later. Right now, all I can think about is Charlotte’s soft weight in my arms, the way her fingers tangle in my hair, and the little breathy sounds she makes against my neck.
I kick the bedroom door open and lay her on my bed. She looks up at me with those blue eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. My sheets will smell like her tomorrow. The thought sends a surge of possessiveness through me that I have no right to feel.
“Baby, are you sure about this?” I ask.
Charlotte nods. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
That’s all it takes. The last thread of my control snaps. I peel off my shirt, watching her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, the scars, the tattoos. Her gaze is hungry, appreciative in a way that makes me feel both powerful and humbled.
I take my time undressing her, savoring each new inch of skin revealed. I slide her sweatshirt—my sweatshirt—up and over her head, groaning at the sight of her perfect breasts. They’re small and perky, with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, cupping one in my palm. “Been thinking about these since I saw you at the bar.”
I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she arches into my touch.
Her voice is breathy and disbelieving. “You have?”
“Every night.” I lower my head to taste her, circling one nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. “Touching myself, imagining it was your hand wrapped around my cock.”
She moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hands work at the button of her jeans. When I pull them down her legs along with her panties, she tries to close her thighs, suddenly shy.
“Don’t,” I growl, gently but firmly spreading her legs. “Let me see you.”
The sight of her bare pussy, pink and glistening, nearly makes me come in my jeans like a fucking teenager. I have to close my eyes for a second, get myself under control.
“Fuck, look at you,” I breathe when I open them again. “So pretty. So wet for me.”
Charlotte squirms under my gaze, a blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest.
“You like that?” I ask, my voice dropping lower. “Like when I tell you how fucking perfect your pussy is?”
She giggles, the sound light and sweet against the heaviness of my desire.
“It’s hot when you get all growly like that.”
Something primal and possessive roars to life inside me. In one swift move, I pin her arms above her head, my face inches from hers.
“Keep them there,” I command. “Don’t move.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods, excitement and trust clear in her gaze.
I release her wrists and trail my lips down her throat, across her collarbone, between her breasts.
I take my time, tasting every inch of her skin, memorizing the sounds she makes when I find a sensitive spot.
By the time I reach her stomach, she’s trembling beneath me, her hips lifting in silent plea.
“Here’s how this is going to go.” I settle between her thighs, my hands firm on her inner knees. “I’m going to lick this pretty pussy until you come on my tongue. And you’re going to let me do it. I need to get you nice and wet.”
Charlotte swallows hard.
“Can you do that, sweetheart?” I continue, my breath hot against her center. “Can you let this cunt get nice and slippery for me?”
She nods frantically, her legs falling open wider.
I dive in, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. She’s sweet and tangy and addictive. I groan against her flesh, the vibration making her gasp.
I take my time exploring her, learning what makes her moan and what makes her whimper. When I suck her clit between my lips, her hands fly to my hair, forgetting my command to keep them above her head. I let it slide, too lost in her pleasure to care.
As I work her with my mouth, my fingers drift lower, teasing her entrance. One finger slides in easily, her wetness welcoming me. I curl it forward, searching for that spot that will make her see stars.
My other hand moves almost of its own accord, my thumb brushing against her tight, puckered hole of her back entrance.
The contact is accidental at first, but when Charlotte lets out a deep, surprised moan, my cock throbs painfully against my zipper. I touch her there again, more deliberately this time, applying gentle pressure without pushing inside.
Her reaction is immediate. She moans louder this time and her hips buck against my face. But then she squirms and tries to pull away.
I lift my head, my beard glistening with her arousal.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. I’ll play with you however you want. Whatever makes you feel good, I’m game.”
She bites her lip, uncertainty and desire warring in her eyes.
“I’ve never—I’ve never thought about being touched there before.”
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I assure her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “But if you’re curious...”
I let the sentence hang, resuming my attention to her clit while my thumb continues its gentle circles.
Charlotte relaxes by degrees, surrendering to the pleasure.
When I feel her tension dissolve, I increase the pressure of my tongue, flicking it rapidly over her clit while curling my fingers inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her flesh. “Let go for me. Show me how good it feels.”
Charlotte’s thighs begin to tremble, and her breathing grows ragged. I double my efforts, determined to give her the release she deserves. When she finally comes, it’s with a cry that might be my name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers, her whole body shuddering.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I work her through it, gentling my touches as she comes down, placing soft kisses on her thighs, her stomach, her hipbones. When she finally stops trembling, I rise to my knees between her spread legs.
My cock is painfully hard as I stand to remove my jeans. When it springs free, Charlotte’s eyes go wide.
“You’re huge,” she whispers, a mixture of awe and apprehension in her voice.
I stroke myself once, twice, groaning at the relief of finally being touched.
“We’ll make it fit,” I promise. “I’ll go slow.”
I reach into my bedside drawer and fumble for a condom.
Part of me wants to take her bare, to feel every inch of her without barriers. But I can’t cross that line. Not yet.
I roll the condom on, then position myself between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges against her entrance, and we both gasp at the contact.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Charlotte nods, her hands gripping my biceps. “I will.”
I push forward slowly, letting just the tip breach her tight heat.
Instantly, I hiss through my teeth.
She’s so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect that I have to clench my jaw against the urge to slam home.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I groan, watching her face as I ease in another inch. “You feel so good around me. So tight. So perfect.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my arms.
“More,” she gasps. “Please, Koda, I need more.”
I oblige, sinking deeper as I give her time to adjust to my size. When I’m finally seated to the hilt, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation.
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “You okay?”
Her eyes are glassy with pleasure. “Never better.”
I start to move, slow, gentle thrusts that gradually build in intensity. I’m determined to be careful, to make this good for her. But then Charlotte moans, a sound so raw and needy that something inside me snaps.
My hips pick up speed, driving into her with more force.
The headboard begins to thump against the wall, but I couldn’t care less. All that matters is Charlotte beneath me, around me, her perfect body taking everything I give her.
“You like that?” I growl, hooking one of her legs over my arm to change the angle. “Like my cock filling up this tight pussy?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck, yes.”
“I can feel how much you need it, baby,” I tell her, watching her face contort with pleasure. “I can feel you squeezing me, milking my cock. I can’t wait to feel you come all over me.”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine. The connection is electric, intensifying every sensation. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage as her breathing hitches. “Come all over my cock.”
She comes with a cry, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pulsing around me, is almost too much to bear.
I drive into her harder, chasing my own release.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I groan, my rhythm faltering as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. “You’re gonna make me come. You feel too fucking good.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.
It sends me straight over the edge.
My orgasm tears through me with brutal intensity, my hips jerking as I empty myself into the condom. For a moment, everything goes white, pleasure so intense it borders on pain coursing through me.
When I come back to myself, I’m collapsed on top of Charlotte, my face buried in her neck, both of us panting. I shift my weight to avoid crushing her, but she tightens her arms around me.
I roll onto my back, taking Charlotte with me so she’s nestled against my chest.
Her blonde hair spills across my skin like silk, and I can’t help but run my fingers through it, marveling at how soft it feels. We lie there for a few moments, just breathing together, her heart pounding against mine.
“How was that?” I ask, my voice gruff with emotion I’m not ready to name.
Charlotte tilts her head up to look at me, her blue eyes shining.
“Perfect,” she whispers. “Definitely worth the wait.”
My chest swells with something primal and possessive. I’ve been with my share of women over the years, but none of them have ever looked at me the way Charlotte does right now. She’s looking at me like I’ve given her something precious.
Something worth remembering.
I press my lips to her forehead, inhaling the scent of her. But as I hold her, I feel her body tense against mine. The shift is subtle, but unmistakable.
“What’s wrong?” I stroke my hand down her bare back.
She doesn’t answer right away. When she finally speaks, her voice is so quiet I have to strain to hear it.
“We’re terrible people,” she whispers against my chest. “My dad is going to kill us for this.”
The mention of Jason hits me like a sucker punch.
For a brief, perfect moment, I’d forgotten the complications waiting for us outside this cabin.
I sigh, considering her words carefully. The last thing I want is for her to regret what just happened between us.
“We’re not terrible people, Charlotte,” I say finally. “But things are... complicated.”
She traces one of my tattoos with her fingertip, following the lines across my ribs.
“I wish things were different,” she murmurs. “I wish I could stay here forever. I wish I didn’t have to go.”
Something fierce and protective rises in my chest at the sadness in her voice.
“Don’t go.”
She lifts her head, eyes searching mine. “What do you mean?”
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her cheek.
“It’s still early. The roads are going to take some time to clear.” I gesture toward the window, where ice still clings to the branches outside. “Stay with me tonight. I’ll take you back to your apartment tomorrow instead.”
A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” I shift my hips slightly, letting her feel exactly how sure I am. “It’s for safety reasons, of course. Can’t have you driving on dangerous roads.”
Charlotte laughs, the sound sending a rush of warmth through my chest.
“Well, when you put it like that, I can’t really argue, can I?” She presses a slow, deliberate kiss to my collarbone. “Safety first.”
My hands slide down her back to cup her ass, pulling her more firmly against me.
“I’m very concerned about your wellbeing,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a growl as she begins to rock against my hardening cock.
“I can tell,” she breathes, her lips traveling up my neck to my jaw. “Very thorough safety inspection.”
I roll us over in one swift movement, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes darken as I settle between her thighs, my hands capturing her wrists and pressing them into the mattress.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart,” I promise, lowering my mouth to hers.