NINETEEN
Noah
Our kiss downstairs was tame compared to this one. I’d had more than a month’s worth of lust for Charlotte pent up inside me, and it spilled out in an urgent rush. The good news was I seemed to have had a similar effect on her, because her greedy mouth answered my kiss with the same ferocity.
My hands had been locked on her waist, but they refused to stay still. They glided up the sides of her body until I could cup both of her breasts through the thin satin shirt she wore. She lifted into my touch and rubbed her body provocatively against mine.
I bit back a groan of satisfaction.
We were wild, and reckless, and acting like the only way to extinguish the fire raging between us was by using each other.
Our kiss broke and the words tumbled from me unfiltered. “I want to know how wet you got from watching.”
She peered up at me through heavy lidded eyes and stepped her feet apart, making room between her thighs. “Why don’t you find out?”
It was issued as a challenge, and dark satisfaction rolled through me. I would never have dreamed that this girl matched my sexual appetite, and yet, here she was, daring me to put my hand up her skirt.
I dragged my heavy hand slowly down her front to build her anticipation, and I veered to the side when I reached her skirt. Down I continued to move, until I reached bare skin below the hem of her skirt, and then I changed directions.
My fingertips trailed up the inside of her thigh, and as my hand crept up, I carried her skirt up with it. When I brushed my fingers against her panties, I wasn’t surprised to find them wet. I ground my fingers against her, rubbing her clit through the damp fabric, and a pleased smile grew on my lips.
“You’re fucking soaked, you know that?”
Her only answer was to tip her head back against the wall and arch with pleasure. She had her hands on my shoulders, and her fingers tightened, clenching fistfuls of my suit coat.
There was music all around us, and I didn’t mean the song playing from the sound system. Moans, and kisses, and bodies crashed against each other, filling the room with a symphony of desire. It was intoxicating.
But for her? It looked like she was drowning in it and would die a happy woman.
I rubbed a tight circle on her clit, and then pressed my entire palm against her, stroking roughly. Back and forth, over and over again. It made her chest heave as she pulled in large gulps of air.
And her moan was goddamn sinful.
Jesus, she looked so good like this. Pressed up against the wall, her lips kiss-swollen and my hand between her legs. I was sure I wasn’t the only one who recognized that. There were plenty of other people in this room, but they barely registered right now. I was too absorbed in her to look anywhere else.
One of her hands fell from my shoulder so she could cup me through my pants, and the corner of her mouth tilted in a smile. She was happy to find I was already hard, and growing harder under her touch. We moved our hands on each other’s bodies like we were horny teenagers.
Hot and heavy and fast .
The stroke of her hand down the length of me sent heat ripping through my center. It made me want to escalate and see how much she’d enjoy taking the next step. I gripped the sides of her leather skirt and pulled upward until it was bunched at her waist and her black panties were exposed.
I dropped a kiss on her lips, and planted more on the side of her neck, giving her time to stop me if she wasn’t comfortable being naked in front of others. But she didn’t seem uncomfortable. If anything, she was impatient for me to do it.
I took a step back, hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties, and jerked them down so they were pulled taut between her parted knees, just above the top of her boots. As my focus coursed up over her bare lower half, I was so turned on at the sight, my knees went weak.
I’d thought she’d looked good up against the wall before, but now? I practically growled it at her. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Her gaze was locked with mine, and she swallowed an enormous breath. It looked like it was taking everything she had to stand there, as if her need to come was threatening to crush her.
Don’t be cruel, a voice whispered in my head.
When I came back to her, she sighed with relief, and I got the sense she was eager to have her hands back on my body. I understood that. I was eager to touch her too.
I plunged my index finger deep inside her, all the way to the knuckle, and her moan was so sexy, my dick jerked. God, her body was fire. She was hot and wet, and so fucking soft .
Starting slow wasn’t possible. We were a runaway freight train, whose brakes had melted from the heat and could no longer stop us. I pulsed my finger in and out, fucking her at a tempo that pulled more moans from her and had her fumbling for my zipper. My pulse vaulted forward and the air in the room went thin.
It was hard for her to get my pants open.
My forearm was in her way, so she had to work around it, plus what I was doing to her was distracting. My mouth sealed over the sensitive spot on the side of her neck and sucked. The sensation had to feel good, because the muscles inside her body clamped down on my finger.
I was going to press a second finger inside her, but she’d undone the button at the waistband of my slacks and dropped the zipper, giving her enough room to fit her hand inside. The caress of her palm through my thin boxers injected lava into my bloodstream.
The fire she caused burned even hotter when her hand dove inside my underwear. Her fist closed around my cock, gripped me firmly, and slid up and down in a pleasurable stroke.
The sensation was powerful enough to make my vision haze and cause me to shudder. I blew out an uneven breath against the side of her neck, where it was warm and damp from my kisses.
She tried to go up onto the balls of her feet when I eased a second finger inside her, but her heeled boots wouldn’t let her. Her gasp of satisfaction flooded my ears, drowning out any other sound in the room. She was so slick, it was easy to pump my fingers, and the faster I moved, the faster her tight fist worked me over.
If anyone was watching us right now, it had to turn them on. I had her pressed against the brick wall, fucking her with my fingers, while her hand moved inside my undone pants, jerking me off.
Charlotte’s hips moved, maybe to encourage me to go faster or to change the angle to one she liked better. The shift caused the panties at her knees to fall and slide down around her ankles, but she didn’t make any effort to step out of them. Perhaps she didn’t even know, too preoccupied with the orgasm she was hurtling toward.
I wasn’t ready for that, though.
Her hand stroking me felt too good, and if she came right now? I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself. I didn’t want to come in her hands, plus I needed to fulfill the promise I’d made downstairs.
The words came from me much darker than I’d expected. “Get on your knees.”
My brutal order didn’t scare her. She shivered with excitement and moved like she couldn’t comply fast enough. As she dropped down, I turned us so our positions were flipped and my back was against the wall.
I’d told her I was going to fuck that bratty mouth of hers while everyone watched, and I wanted to make sure my body wasn’t blocking anyone’s view. As she got settled on her knees, I worked to get things out of her way.
My pants and underwear were shoved down to my knees. My tie was slung over a shoulder. I undid the bottom few buttons of my dress shirt and pulled it open, exposing me from the waist down.
Charlotte’s gaze flicked from my hard cock up to my face. She stayed patiently like that, as if she were awaiting her next order, but I could see every inch of anticipation radiating from inside her.
She wanted to do this. She was fucking eager to wrap her lips around my cock in this room where anyone could watch her as she sucked me off.
Yeah? That makes two of us.
I didn’t command her with words. I ringed myself around the base to hold my dick steady, and threaded my other hand into her hair, urging her head forward.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as she took me into the soaking heat of her mouth.
Her first pass was painstakingly slow, like she wanted to leisurely explore the length of me. I sank back against the wall, the brick pressing against the wool of my suit. But I didn’t give a fuck right now if doing that was going to mar the fabric. I couldn’t focus on anything but the way her mouth was gliding over me.
Inside my chest, my heart hammered away, searching for a way to break free. Sweat beaded on my brow and trickled down my hairline. When her tongue swirled, I flexed in response and fought to keep my breathing steady.
At first, my hold on her head wasn’t there to control.
I let her go at the pace she wanted, but her languid movements were exquisite agony. I pulsed and throbbed, while need spiraled inside me. It tightened the muscles in my legs until they strained and ached.
Her mouth was goddamn insane.
Every spin of her tongue, each drag of my cock between her pursed lips, pulled me closer to an orgasm. I didn’t know where to look because everything only heightened the experience.
I liked the way her sexy black panties were still caught around her booted ankles as she knelt in front of me. How her skirt was bunched at her waist so everyone could see her bare ass. And I loved the way the people in the room would glance over and flash me an envious, sexy smirk.
They were enjoying the show.
Pride swelled in my chest, and my hips began to move. In the beginning, she’d been the one fucking me, but now the power shifted between us. I had both my hands on her head then, holding her still so I could saw my dick in and out of her mouth at a quicker pace.
“Everyone’s watching you suck my cock,” I told her.
She hummed her approval, and Jesus Christ, it felt good.
I lowered my voice so only she could hear. “I see a lot of jealous faces. Shit, I bet half the guys in here wish it was their dick in your mouth right now.”
Her beautiful eyes blinked open to look up at me, questioning if I was telling the truth. How could she think I was lying? If anything, I was probably being conservative. I hadn’t missed the way a lot of the women at the club had looked at her either. They would have jumped at the chance to be with her too.
But I had to focus. I needed to know if it was a fantasy for her like it was for me. “Would you like that? Putting some stranger’s cock in your mouth?”
Her eyes were electric, and she retreated enough to whisper it, her lips brushing over my damp skin. “Maybe.”
It sounded exactly like a yes , but I wasn’t going to move forward with inviting someone to join us unless I had her resounding consent. Plus, I wasn’t sure I even wanted that tonight. Everything was so new. We’d just agreed to this relationship, and I didn’t want to share her our first night together.
My eyes fell closed as she welcomed me back into her mouth.
Pinpricks of pleasure crawled up my legs, and they intensified when she attempted to take me deeper. The head of my cock pushed all the way into the tightness at the back of her throat, and the sensation caused my toes to curl inside my shoes. My body took over, and my hips surged forward, trying to gain even more access, pushing past the point of what she could take—
Charlotte retreated so abruptly, she nearly fell back, and one of her hands flew to cover her mouth. It muffled the loud gagging sound she couldn’t stop from escaping, and her face flooded with embarrassment.
Every muscle in me went painfully tense.
I’d just fucked up colossally, and I stumbled over words in my head, searching for the best way to apologize as she fought to recover.
But to my shock, she wasn’t looking for an apology. She straightened on her knees, seized my cock in her warm hand, and her mouth descended on me once again.
“Holy shit,” punched from my lips.
It was followed by a heavy moan because she kept going and going . My dick slipped deeper, to the back of her throat again and then beyond. When I reached the same place as before, she was able to hold me there for one long, blissful second.
Her gag reflex protested again, but this time when she pulled back, her gag was silent. I could only tell it happened because she pinched her eyes shut and her shoulders heaved.
In any other situation, I might have found her frustrated look amusing. Like she was annoyed she couldn’t get what she wanted. But it wasn’t amusing to me now. Her perseverance was fucking endearing .
She didn’t want to be beaten, didn’t want to give up.
When she started her third attempt, my legs shook and the pleasure verged on overwhelming. At first, I’d wondered if she were too much of a princess to like sucking cock. I definitely wouldn’t have pegged her as being interested in deep throating, but damn.
This girl was full of surprises.
“Yes,” I said. “Fucking yes .” My breathing had become so labored, it was hard to speak between pants. “That’s it. Take it deep.”
She backed off me just long enough to utter it through glossy lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
I had no idea if she’d said it to push my buttons and get a rise out of me, or if she meant it. Did she want me to be her daddy? And... did I want that?
Yeah, I really fucking did, since that was the thought that pushed me over the edge. My hands clamped down on her head to keep her still, and it was the only warning I could give her. The orgasm roared up from deep inside me like an inferno, swift and sweeping, and leaving everything charred in its wake.
“Oh, fuck,” I said in a rush. “ Fuck .”
Every spurt was a new hit of ecstasy, and I thrust my hips erratically, pumping her mouth full of my cum. My vision narrowed in, so all I could see was her, and I slumped back against the wall.
Was it selfish to wish this moment would last forever?
It didn’t, though.
Sound returned to my ears, bringing me back to reality. We weren’t alone, and it felt like we were surrounded by the music of sex on all sides. My hands were on Charlotte’s head and my cock was buried in her mouth, and she was on her knees, unable to move.
After the mind-numbing orgasm, my brain wasn’t yet back to full strength, and the command escaped my lips without approval. “Swallow.”
The tight suction of her throat as she did it caused an aftershock of pleasure, and I flinched in response.
Had she done as I’d asked because she was a good girl, or because I hadn’t left her much choice? Goddamn, her daddy comment had sunk its hooks into me, deep enough I worried I might not ever be able to get them completely out. I’d been so sure I’d already determined all my kinks—
But she’d unlocked this new one in me.
I released my hold of her head, and scooped my hands under her arms, lifting her up onto her feet. She sucked in a sharp breath and wobbled unsteadily at the sudden move, but I spun us again, so she had the wall at her back for support.
The kiss I dropped on her lips was quick. It was a brief detour before I bent down, grabbed the sides of my pants, and tugged them back up. She leaned against the brick, watching me do up my zipper, and her lips parted so she could drag ragged air in through them.
One of the benefits of coming was now that my orgasm was out of the way, I could put all my focus on her. And now that I had my clothes sorted, I intended to do just that.
I leaned in and set a hand on her chest, right at the base of her throat, and kissed her just above the line of my fingers. Beneath my palm, her heart was racing. Despite the heat of the room, when I coursed my hand down the front of her body, goosebumps rose on her arms.
It was a powerful feeling, knowing I had that kind of effect on her.
I followed my hand as it slid down over her bare skin, sinking to my knees in front of her. My hand didn’t stop moving, though. I trailed my fingers down her thigh, over her boot, and didn’t stop until I reached the pair of panties resting across the top of her foot.
She’d ‘worn’ this underwear long enough.
I freed her from it, one foot and then the other, and tucked the panties into a suit coat pocket. She watched me do it, staring down at me as I knelt in front of her sexy, naked lower body, and she didn’t object to what I’d done. If anything, she looked excited about it. There was a sexy gleam in her eyes.
Her legs weren’t trembling yet, and she’d seemed steady enough balancing on one leg as I’d pull off her panties, so I felt confident she could handle what I planned to do. I put a hand on one of her knees and urged her to lift. It was so I could hook it over my shoulder and press her open.
She was so fucking smooth and wet. Even in the low light of the room, I could see her pussy glistening. I was sure I didn’t need her permission—she’d probably beg me if I waited much longer, but I glanced up to check with her anyway.
Her expression was desperate. It demanded to know what the hell I was waiting for, and when I didn’t move fast enough, she raked a hand through my hair and jerked me forward.
Goddamn, her aggression was such a turn on.
The first contact of my mouth was just a gentle brush of my lips, but she sighed with contentment and slid an inch down the wall. I used my tongue then, caressing her sensitive clit in short strokes. Her skin was so lush, so soft, I didn’t mind that the hardwood floor was murder on my knees.
She had all her weight on one leg, and it began to shake as I increased the intensity of my tongue. Whenever I fluttered it, she rewarded me with an appreciative moan, and the hand in my hair tightened. It was probably hard for her to stand like that and hold her leg up, since she wasn’t using my shoulder for any support.
I reached up and curled a hand around her thigh, encouraging her to use me. My opposite hand moved to pin her hip against the wall.
Did she like the way the rough brick felt against the bare skin of her ass? Or was she too focused on the sensation of my tongue fucking her to notice?
“Fuck me,” came a loud cry from across the room, but I didn’t stop my task to see who the woman was talking to. It clearly wasn’t us. “Oh, God, that’s it,” she groaned. “Yes, fuck me.”
Her babbling was a bit over the top. Was she doing it for attention? Maybe she’d gotten jealous that Charlotte had all of it, and was trying to pull focus in her direction.
Not for long.
I paused and flashed an evil smile up at Charlotte. “Take off your shirt. Show everyone your tits.”
My words made her jolt and her eyes go wide, but I got the sense it was only surprise at the vulgarity and not my command. She affirmed it when she took in a preparing breath, crossed her arms to grab the sides of her shirt, and began to pull it up.
Her black bra matched the panties in my pocket, and the cups were a see-through mesh—which was fucking perfect. The bra revealed everything with her tight nipples being visible through the thin fabric.
I ran my tongue through her pussy and imagined how we’d look to anyone else in this lounge. She wasn’t completely naked, but she might as well have been, as she rode my face. Her hips moved, grinding her lower body against my mouth, trying to get my tongue exactly where she wanted it.
I needed to know and mumbled it against her damp skin. “Are people looking at you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You like that?”
Her answer was drenched in desire. “Yes.”
It wasn’t going to take long to make her come. She’d been responsive the other times things had gotten hot and heavy, and she acted like she’d been on the edge for a while tonight.
Since Travis and Lilith’s show—but maybe even before.
I applied more pressure, and varied the speed of my tongue, studying her to gauge what she liked best and bring her closer to the brink. The trembling in her legs intensified, making it difficult for her to stand, so I tightened my hold around her thigh.
If she wanted to sit on my shoulder when the orgasm took her, I wouldn’t mind. I just wanted her to get there, to experience the same satisfaction she’d already given me—
Huh. She’d triggered my orgasm with a simple phrase. Could I do the same?
I loaded my voice with seduction and made sure to say it loud enough for her to hear over her moans. “Come for me, baby girl.”
All the air whooshed loudly from Charlotte’s lungs, and she hunched over, like the orgasm that abruptly ripped through her was going to make her supporting leg buckle. She contracted and flinched and latched a hand on my free shoulder for stability.
Or maybe she’d done it because she wanted another connection to me while she descended into ecstasy.
I stayed on my knees and watched in awe.
When I’d called her “baby girl,” I hadn’t been prepared for its effect on me.
It caused a deep, possessive satisfaction, and that left me off-kilter. I’d never, ever been possessive when it came to relationships. In fact, I’d swung so far the opposite direction, my last girlfriend had accused me of not caring.
But tonight with Charlotte, things were wildly different. I hadn’t invited Patrick and Shannon to the club, or chatted with anyone else, because I selfishly wanted her all to myself. I wasn’t going to hold her back as she explored this new world, but I didn’t want her to go off on her own yet.
I wanted us to explore it together.
She hadn’t fully recovered from her orgasm when I unhooked her leg from my shoulder and helped her get her feet under herself. I put my hands on her waist as I rose, and then I worked her skirt down over her hips, putting it back in place.
Her top was still on the floor beside us, but I’d get to that later. I was standing in front of her, so my back would block her from view—and we were likely the most dressed people in this room, anyway.
She’d liquified and my hands were the only thing holding her up, and fucking hell if it didn’t feel good having her in my arms like that. It intensified a million times over when I captured her mouth with mine.
Our kiss was passionate, and scary. It doused me in foreign and unwanted feelings.
Distance , my mind instructed, trying to tell me what I needed...
But I ignored it.
I deepened the kiss until I was lost in it and could no longer hear the voice warning me that I was taking a terrible risk by being with her. The fire between us was scorching hot.
And she wasn’t the only one who could get burned.