Chapter Fifteen
Alisha
I’m nearly giddy from the excitement of the day as he leads me into his home.
I know we're not dating, but this feels better than any date I've ever gone on. He knew exactly what I wanted to do. I enjoyed myself, and not once did he make me feel guilty for doing something I’m interested in that he probably wasn't.
There’s a strange buzz in the air, a hum along my skin as we walk into his living room. I turn to find him right beside me and my heartbeat begins to gallop in my chest. The look in his eyes makes my gaze drop to his lips, and I remember how he’d kissed me in the car that day at Club Red.
In that single glance, an unspoken understanding between us heightens the desire lingering in the room. Our conversation has come to a complete halt, but the silence isn't an uncomfortable one. It's a moment overshadowed by hunger, need, and quiet desperation. All of my pent-up excitement of the day bubbles up and that nervous energy needs an outlet. An outlet I know he can provide... if he’s willing and interested.
Nobody has touched me since...
I don't want to think about that right now. As I study his face, his hands find my waist and he pulls me closer. I swallow hard, wondering if my heart is beating so loudly he can hear the double thump in the narrow space between our bodies like a drum.
One of his hands leaves my waist to come up and cup my jaw. Both points of contact pulse with electric-like tingling excitement that washes through my body in waves. The only fleeting thought in my mind is that he's going to kiss me, and I hope he does.
He lowers his face to mine, studying my eyes and taking his time as if giving me ample opportunity to tell him no or push him away. I don't want to do either. In this moment I want him to kiss me again. Almost unsteady on my feet, his lips come a fraction of an inch from mine and his gaze darts back and forth across mine as if in warning that this is my last chance to push him away.
As our lips meet, a rush of anticipation surges through me, sending shivers down my spine. The gentle pressure of his lips against mine leaves me hungry for more, but he seems intent on taking his time, unlike the last time we kissed.
The touch of his hands on my waist and jaw are delicate, yet electric, igniting a deep desire to feel him touch me everywhere. My eyes drift closed, shutting out the world around us, and darkness brings the feeling of his soft lips exploring mine to the front of my mind.
His tongue presses to the seam of my lips, asking me to invite him inside. The taste of cinnamon and sugar still clings to his lips and breath from our donuts at the Farmer’s Market and his unique flavor. The taste of him sparks a craving, leaving me yearning for more.
Inhaling through my nose, I catch the scent of his thick, rich, woodsy cologne. He smells like a warm cabin in rain-drenched woods... like coming home after a long day, or a safe haven. His hand moves up my side, igniting an unexpected heat in me.
I put a hand on his chest and give him a gentle push. He releases me and backs up a step, his eyes curious and worried. Not sure what to say, I go ahead and act while I’m still brave enough to do so. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it up over my head while he watches, then drop it on the floor at my feet.
Without a word, he scoops me up and carries me back to his bedroom. Placing me on my feet near the bed, he pulls his shirt off before reaching for me. One hand cups the back of my neck in a sexy, exciting hold while the other slips down my lower back toward my backside.
With a whimper, I grab his face in both hands and bring his lips to mine, loving how his skin feels on mine and hating my bra for being a barrier between us. He breaks the kiss to release me from the prison of my bra and I take advantage of the moment.
Inhaling the scent of his skin, I get his cologne and the unique deliciousness that is one hundred percent Charles. My tongue flicks over the spot just under his collarbone and he lets out a growl. When our skin meets again, there are no barriers and excitement screams through me. His tongue brushes against mine, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through my veins. As our breaths mingle, that warm, intoxicating feeling overwhelms me, and tingling desire settles low in my core. At this moment, he could do anything to me and I’d be helpless to stop him.
I want him. More than I’ve wanted anyone, ever.
His hand on the back of my neck relaxes, and he trails the tips of his fingers down my spine, sending a shiver through me and I break the kiss, gasping as my spine arches with the exquisite sensations. He ducks his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, tugging gently as he suckles, sending a bolt of desire right to my center.
I squeeze my thighs together, needing more, needing release, but he doesn't seem ready to progress this moment between us just yet. But with every touch of his hands, every gentle stroke of his fingertips, the feeling of his lips and mouth on my chest... I need more... and soon.
I try to push him away again, but this time he seems to sense what I need, and he kneels before me. His hands tug my pants down, revealing my cotton panties. Without warning, he buries his face between my thighs and I nearly fall down, one hand grabbing the top of his head for support as my pants bind up my legs below the knee.
He grabs hold of me, keeping me upright as he turns his face right and left, burrowing deeper until his heated breath warms the delicate button between my legs. I whimper at the sensory overload at the same moment his tongue flicks over that delicate spot, sending a shockwave of need through me.
“I’m going to fall,” I whisper, and he guides me back until his bed touches the backs of my legs. I let myself fall back onto the soft mattress and he’s quick to pounce on me, nuzzling in and tasting me again, with that barrier of cloth between us.
I reach for him, loving the way he looks, all sexy-eyed and primal as he grabs my panties and whisks them down my legs, tossing them and my pants to the floor.
Then he’s between my legs again, tasting me, settling in, making deep growling sounds as if enjoying the very taste of me. The overwhelming sensations of his velvety tongue on my clit leave me gasping and stunned, trying to push him away and pull him closer all at once.
“You’re being confusing,” he says, lifting his head to gaze at me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, needing more as my body hums to life. I’ve never felt so keyed up, so turned on, so desperate for contact and pleasure.
“Mmm, good girl,” he murmurs, before tasting me again. The words and his touch have my eyes rolling back into my head and my back arching as his tongue works magic on that ultra-sensitive spot between my legs. I can’t hold back as he continues his assault and when he slips a finger into me and finds the magical spot inside me and begins to rub gently, pleasure screams through me and my belly winds up tight as a spring.
I feel the impending orgasm and want to hold back as long as possible, afraid that he’ll stop. But even as I try to hold back, his skill shoves me closer and closer to the edge until pleasure screams through my body and my breath squeezes out of my lungs.
The ecstasy pulses outward in ripples from my core, leaving me gasping and begging him for... I’m not sure what.
“Mmm.” He hums, lapping at me as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. “So delicious.”
Without words, I reach down and grab him, pulling him up and he crawls over me, imposing and terrifyingly large. He lowers onto me, his lips meeting mine as his body holds me hostage and presses me into his bed.
“Protection,” I whisper, brushing my fingers through his hair as he lifts up.
His gaze meets mine and a grin tugs the corners of his lips. “Of course.” With that, he leaves me, but returns a moment later. On his knees on the bed, he undoes his belt and I rise up on my elbows, watching him as the belt rattles and goosebumps erupt up and down my arms.
His eyes study my reaction and he pauses, rattling the belt again. A shiver rolls through me and I close my eyes, inhaling. I have no idea why the sound affects me, but it certainly does and I’m here for it.
He undresses, his body impressive as he drops his pants on the floor and opens the foil wrapper of the condom. Rolling it carefully over himself, he once again crawls toward me and I drop down.
“Sorry I’m boring,” I whisper. “Missionary isn’t very adventurous.”
He chuckles. “Sweetheart, do you think I give a damn what position I get you in? Or do you think I’m just thrilled to bring you to pleasure, then share pleasure with you?” He presses his lips to my forehead, then my cheek and my hips tilt, involuntarily inviting him in.
I bite down on my lip, more turned on by his words than anything anyone has ever said to me. “I need you now,” I whisper.
With that, he lines up and presses into me, moving slow, as if he knows I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. “Fuck,” he growls. “You feel amazing.”
I can’t talk, not even to tell him that he feels incredible too, searing hot and delicious, stretching me out and demanding more from my body as he pushes home. But he’s moving too slow. I push on him and he rolls us both and suddenly, I’m on top.
And without a care in the world, I begin to ride him as his hands cup my breasts. His thumbs move back and forth across my nipples, sending shockwaves through my body as I ride him, loving the pressure on my clit and the way he’s touching me.
With every motion, I feel him harden and I meet his gaze. “I’m not going to stop.” My words are a challenge and he seems amused.
“Not even when you come?” he asks, arching an eyebrow as he gently pinches my nipples, tugging them with just enough pressure to leave me begging but not enough to hurt.
I shake my head no, not trusting my mouth to speak.
The corners of his lips curve up. “Good girl,” he says, his voice a rich, thick purr that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest and my body clenching around him. He keeps saying those words, I’m not going to last...
And why does that turn me on so much? The pressure becomes overwhelming and suddenly, I’m over the edge without warning, gasping as his hands clamp on my hips, keeping me moving as tsunami after tsunami of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me unable to breathe or see or think.
He moves me off him, pushing my chest to the bed with one hand between my shoulder blades, then pushes into me from behind. As he fills me over and over, his fingertips digging into my hips, I just relax, loving the way he uses me, loving the feeling of him, filled with an absolute bliss and excitement.
With every thrust, he seems to grow, swell, and fill me more and more, leaving me desperate to take all of him. I’ve never needed to be fucked more than in that moment, and he’s giving me everything, until he pushes into me deep and hard, his body shuddering as he fills the barrier between us.
Hot, relaxed, and feeling amazing, I move onto my belly, then roll onto my back as he stays there, on his knees, looking down. Then I see what he’s looking at... the condom, torn, and his juices leaking everywhere.
His gaze meets mine and panic floods me. I can’t get pregnant. Not now. Not when he has no idea that I’m already a single mom. I haven’t told him the truth... and if he finds out because he knocked me up... he’s going to hate me.
“Don’t panic,” he whispers. “Whatever you want to do, I support you and I’m here.” My heart melts at his words, but can I believe him?