Chapter Eighteen #3
A bead of sweat rolls down her chest. I lunge up, catching it with my tongue before it can vanish between her tits. She gasps, her rhythm faltering.
" Please ," I grit out against her skin.
Her fingers still before pulling them free and pressing them to my lips again. This time, I take them into my mouth, tasting her, sucking until her breath hitches. Her nails on her free hand dig into my shoulder.
"Good boy."
I pull her fingers from my mouth, not letting go of her wrist. She's had her fun, now I'll have mine. I fall back onto the bed and as I do, I grab her by the waist and pull her body up mine. By the time my head hits the pillow, her ass is just above my chest, legs bent on either side of my head.
I reach around her, lifting my hips, and I shove my pants and boxers down. I kick them the rest of the way off with my feet. I smack her ass lightly, "Turn around."
"What?"
"Turn. Around." I repeat slower, moving my finger in a twirling motion. "Your knees will still be on either side of my head, but it puts your head conveniently close to my dick. "
She hesitates for half a second before obeying, twisting her slender body until we're perfectly aligned.
Smart girl. Her knees sink into the mattress on either side of my head.
I feel her blunt nails scrape down my stomach as she braces herself.
With her mouth hovering just above my cock, warm breath ghosts over the tip.
"You had your fun, now I'll have mine." My hand comes down on her ass, a little harder this time. I don’t give her a chance to react before I'm dragging my tongue through her center in one long stroke.
But I don't stop at her pussy. No, I lick the entire length from her dripping cunt to her tight little asshole.
She gasps, her entire body tensing, fingers scrabbling against my thighs for balance. The vibration of her moan buzzes against the head of my dick where her lips graze me. I do it again, even slower this time. Her spine bows, her hips pressing down against my mouth as if she can’t help it.
One of my hands grips her hip, holding her steady, while the other guides my cock into her waiting lips.
“Use your mouth,” I command against her skin before biting the inside of her thigh, just hard enough to make her jerk.
“Since you wanted to be a brat and fuck with me, if you want to come, you can earn it.”
She takes me into her mouth and her lips close around me, hesitant at first. I catch her clit between my teeth, tugging lightly, and she moans around me, sending vibrations straight down to my balls.
I work her open with my tongue, burning every hitch of her breath, every choked-off noise into my memory.
Charlotte's tongue swirls around the head of my cock and then sinks her mouth deeper around me.
The scrape of teeth makes me grunt. She pulls back, her lips slick and curled into a smile. “Too much?”
Cheeky fucking brat.
“You want to tease? Fine. We can play that game. I'll win every fucking time." She whimpers, but I'm not backing down. "You don’t get to come until I let you.” Control is everything—especially with her. And God help me, I’m starting to like that she tests it.
I let my own pleasure fade into the background, focusing entirely on the way her body responds to my touch.
Each flick of my tongue pulls another desperate noise from her throat, her thighs tightening around my head.
She’s close, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her clit swells under my tongue.
But I need her to fall apart first. If she doesn't beg, she doesn't come.
I work her with my mouth. Each flick of my tongue is countered by deep, measured thrusts of my cock between her lips.
I create a relentless rhythm. My tongue circling her clit, my fingers working inside her, the steady push and pull of my hips fucking her mouth.
All while I maintain absolute control over her pleasure.
Every time she tenses, every choked moan vibrating around my cock, every desperate clench of her thighs tells me she's right on the edge.
And every damn time, I pull back just enough to keep her teetering right on the edge.
Never letting her fall, suspended in that delicious space when pleasure blends with torture.
Her movements grow sloppy, losing concentration.
The way she struggles to keep rhythm while working my cock with her mouth only fuels me to push her further.
Charlotte arches sharply against my mouth, her breath coming in jagged gasps, but I don’t give in.
When she tries to grind down, seeking more, I clamp my forearm across her lower back, pinning her still. Not yet .
Just as I feel that first telltale flutter against my fingers, that sweet, involuntary spasm of her body beginning to come undone…
I pull away completely leaving her hovering on the knife’s edge of release.
She whimpers, a wounded little sound, her hips bucking uselessly in the air, chasing the relief I just denied her.
I lean back just far enough to watch her struggle, to see the flush spreading across her body, the sweat-slick shift of her muscles as she trembles.
Then I exhale slowly, teasingly, blowing softly over the flushed skin between her thighs.
My voice comes out low, amused, dripping with mock chastisement. "What was that, Princess? Couldn’t hear you. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?" I trail a single fingertip along the inside of her thigh, feather-light, just to watch her squirm. "Speaking with your mouth full is rude."
"Silas—" Her voice breaks around my name as she presses her forehead against my thigh. Every syllable drips with frustration, need, desperation, everything I want. Almost.
"You don't get to come until you say it." My grin widens as I feel the muscles in her thighs tense beneath my hands, the involuntary way her hips twitch like her body's already protesting the denial before I've even fully enforced it.
Her nails bite into my thighs. For a second, I think she might actually try to fight this. But then she exhales, long and shuddering, the fight draining out of her in a wave I can physically feel. "Say what?" she asks, the words strained, toeing the line between sulking and genuine confusion.
I chuckle, dragging my teeth over the sensitive skin where her thigh meets her ass just to hear her gasp. "You're going to have to beg me for it, Princess."
She lets out a laugh, breathless and defiant even now. "You can't make me beg," she challenges. The way her voice cracks halfway through gives away how close she already is to breaking.
I don't bother with words. Actions always speak louder.
I bring my mouth back down to her dripping pussy, dragging my tongue over her again in slow, light strokes exactly where she needs it most, but never quite enough to tip her over the edge.
Each time her breathing starts coming too fast, each time I feel her getting too close, I stop.
"Asshole," she gasps, letting my dick slide out of her mouth, when I deny her for what must be the fifteenth time. There's no real venom behind it. Just raw, aching need .
The sharp crack of my palm connecting with her ass echoes in the space between us, the sound punctuated by her startled gasp. I can already see the perfect imprint of my hand blooming across her pale skin, a beautiful rosy welt that makes my cock throb against her lips.
"Did I give you permission to stop?" My voice drops to that dangerous purr that I know she likes. I land another smack, harder this time on the other cheek, feeling her fingers clench. "That pretty mouth of yours has only two uses right now. Either use it to beg me or suck me. Your choice."
This girl actually fucking growls at me. A fierce little sound, trying so hard to defy me. But I feel the exact moment she gives in, taking me back into her mouth, even deeper this time.
The wet heat of her mouth combined with the feeling of her thighs trembling against me, the way her pussy drips down my throat and onto my chest as I finger fuck her is almost enough to make me lose control.
Almost. Instead, I curl my fingers just right, pressing into that sweet spot that drives her crazy.
She lets out a choked sob, her throat constricting around my cock, pressing her cunt harder against my hand, silently begging for more.
"Please," she whimpers, the word barely audible.
"I can't hear you," I tease. My tongue flicks against her clit once, feather-light, just enough to make her jerk against me before I pull back again.
" Please! " Her voice cracks, raw with desperation. "Silas, please. Fuck , I need you."
There it is. That's what I wanted to hear.
That perfect fucking sound. My name falling from her lips, broken and pleading like a prayer.
I slam my fingers back into her pussy, adding a third, stretching her tightly around me as I seal my lips around her clit and suck , hard.
I use my left hand to rub gentle circles around her asshole, the dual stimulation wrenching another choked sob from her throat.
Her body convulses violently, her inner walls clamping down around my fingers as she comes with a muffled scream, her mouth tightening instinctively around my cock.
I don't let up.
I keep driving into her, tongue working relentlessly against her clit until she's shuddering through another wave, her arms buckle beneath her as she collapses against me.
Only then do I finally let go. The sight of her flushed and wrecked paired with the slick vice grip of her throat squeezing my cock pushes me over the edge with violent intensity.
I thrust up one last time, burying myself in her warm mouth just as white-hot pleasure explodes through me.
Charlotte swallows greedily, taking everything I have to give her without hesitation.
Her throat works against the head of my cock, milking every last drop until I'm empty and utterly spent.
"Payback's a bitch. You should probably be careful who you are teasing." I run my hand over her back, feeling the delicate curves and ridges of her spine beneath my fingertips. Her skin is damp with sweat, practically glowing in the dim light of the bedroom.
She lifts her head just enough to meet my eyes, her raven hair falling messily around her flushed face, and flashes me a lazy smile. Her plump lips are red and swollen from use, glistening with the evidence of what we've just done.
"I didn't know your name was payback," she quips, her voice hoarse. That fucking laugh makes my spent cock twitch to life against her cheek.
"You," I can’t keep the fondness from creeping into my voice as I reach down, tangling my fingers in her mussed hair and gently helping her turn around to face me, "are a fucking brat." But the way her eyes spark with mischief tells me she already knows. And worse? She loves it .
She lays her head down on my chest, "Fortunately for you, I don't plan on changing anytime soon."
Fuck , I know I've made a mistake. Because nothing… Not the thrill of stalking prey, not the rush of adrenaline during the hunt, not even the moment when life leaves their eyes. Nothing has ever compared to being with Charlotte.
And that's dangerous. This connection threatens everything I am.
"Who is next on our list?" I don't miss the way she emphasizes the word our, claiming partnership in my dark endeavors with such a casual confidence.
I trace the line of her jaw, "I have one name left to cross off my original list of everyone who helped cover up my mother's murder.
I promise I am going to teach you everything I know, but this one is mine, and only mine.
Doing this fulfills the promise I made to my mother.
I need to finish this on my own, the same way I started it.
Then we start fresh." I brush a piece of raven hair from her forehead. "Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I understand," her fingers trace lazy patterns across my chest. "Do whatever you need to do. I can wait."
I cup her face in my hands, my thumb brushing against the softness of her cheek. "You and me, Char. A new chapter for both of us with a new list." I press my lips to her forehead, "Your training starts tomorrow."
Rule Number Five: Only go after the ones who truly deserve it.
Predators who harm the innocent, abusers who torment the vulnerable, the corrupt who evade justice.
Don't rush it, do your research, and make damn sure they're guilty first. When in doubt, walk away.
Killing an innocent makes you no better than the monsters you're fighting against.