Chapter 18 #3
“Aw, don’t you remember how hard you came?” He places the open knife against my skin, in the dip between my collarbones, the blade facing away so as not to accidentally harm me. I’m not in danger, but it doesn’t stop my blood rushing with the tinge of fear, sharpening my arousal.
My head is empty of everything but him, me, and this moment.
He drags the blade over my skin, down my chest, to settle at the first button on the bodice of the skimpy dress I’m wearing. He uses the knife to toy with it. “I want you to tell me what you were hoping for at the party.”
I’m hypnotized by the way the metal glints every time my breath heaves. “I thought we were leaving that on the porch.”
“We left our jealousy and misunderstandings out there.” With a flick of his wrist, the first button pops off. “Now I want the fantasy you denied me.”
I whimper, lifting to rub against his erection.
“No moving.”
I fall still, even though my chest is rising and falling rapidly.
“Put your arms wide, hands over your head.”
I don’t even think about not complying.
“Where were we?” Another button goes flying, and the sound of it rattles against the wood before falling silent.
Somehow his cheekbones grow even more stark, as if his desire for me stretches the very confines of his skin.
“Oh, that’s right, I remember. You were about to open that pretty mouth and tell me your impure thoughts.
I’d planned on asking you at the party.” He scowls down at me.
“But you never let me close enough to ask, so I want it now.”
“I’m sorry.” Only with my body hot with need, sprawled across the counter, do I see how I was my own worst enemy.
He adjusts the cotton neckline with the knife to reveal more of my cleavage spilling from my lace bra. He studies his work, then makes another cut, down to where my rib cage hollows out, exposing me.
He hooks a finger into the demi cup of my bra and tugs so my breast spills over. I tremble with the sharp edge of lust as he runs the flat part of the blade over my hard nipple.
I cry out, jerking into his hard cock.
“Your body begs so pretty, Jessica.”
He places the knife to the side before cupping both of my breasts in his hands and pushing them together. He captures one peak with his lips, sucking deep before releasing me and moving to the other side.
“Charlie.” I moan his name, pushing into his voracious mouth as his teeth scrape one distended tip. My fingers clench as pleasure crests over my skin.
He lifts his lips from the pebbled peak. “What fantasy did you fuck yourself to?”
My thoughts scatter as he licks my nipple. Pulls at the other. Rolls the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the ache. He laves one breast, then the other, toying with me. Teasing me.
Back and forth. Over and over.
Until I think I’ll go mad.
“Jessica.” He whispers my name over my damp skin. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know.” I cry out, my neck arching as he sucks so hard I feel my inner walls contract. “I can’t concentrate.”
He cups my breasts, stroking lightly. “Try.”
I do my best to gather my scattered, lust-fueled thoughts. “I-I wanted you to chase me.”
He travels down my waist and over my stomach until he grips my thighs, pushing my legs up and open on the island. “Keep going.”
“I wanted you to be so crazy, you couldn’t help dragging me somewhere and fucking me.”
He keeps up his torture, his hands questing and relentless.
“I wanted to look at you across the room and feel what you’d done to me.”
“Think of how hot that would have made you.” He presses an openmouthed kiss right above the band of my panties, low on my stomach. “But instead, you needed to be an impossible brat.”
“I’m sorry,” I cry out as his tongue flattens, licking over my skin.
“I know, baby.” He rubs his lips along my skin. “I’m sure you’ll learn your lesson for next time.”
I can’t help but quiver. “Charlie.”
The sound of fabric tearing fills the air when he grips the sides of my panties and rips before pulling the lace from between my legs and running a finger down my slit. “You’re soaking.”
“Yes.”
His dark head dips as he holds my thighs wide apart and licks the full length of me. “You taste delicious.”
My entire world focuses on his mouth devouring me like I’m a feast.
It’s too much. I’m too exposed. Too sensitive.
I attempt to move, but he pins my legs down.
The orgasm swells. Unwilling to be denied.
I pulse against his tongue.
Seconds from going over.
He pulls away.
Frustrated, I cry out, arching, begging with my body.
He skims a path up my belly, licks along my ribs, biting my shoulder before looking deep into my eyes. Straightening, he grasps my wrists and pulls me into a seated position. My hair swirls around my shoulders as the top of my dress gapes open, revealing my breasts, still overflowing from my bra.
He lifts me off the counter and sets me on my bare feet.
“Get on your knees.” He grips the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing his flat stomach and the cut of bone on his hip. “Now would be a good time to demonstrate your enthusiasm.”