Chapter 19
Charlie
Jesus Christ, she’s an overachiever.
With her on her knees, desperate to please, the full force of how I feel about her sinks in. Everything I ever believed about myself is a lie.
Jessica has blown my carefully constructed detachment to hell.
She didn’t even have to try.
She suctions her lips, and it sends a jolt of electricity through me.
The heat of her mouth has me locking eyes on hers.
They’re big and luminous, and she stares up at me with that mixture of pride and eagerness. “You’re so good at that, Jessica.”
At the praise, she doubles her efforts, her tongue questing and hungry as it skates over my erection. I’m so hard. Harder than I can ever remember being. I’m denying us both, and I’m nearing the end of my patience.
When I can’t stand one more second of her wet mouth sliding over my hard dick like she’d die without it, I pull her off me. Saliva drips down her chin and over her throat as she pants up at me.
A swell of softness rises in my chest, and for a second, I’m overwhelmed with tenderness for her. I grip her arms and tug, murmuring in an urgent tone, “Come here.”
As I help her stand, I trap her against the counter before she’s regained solid ground. I twist her wrists before clasping them behind her back. I glide my free hand between her legs, finding her slippery and swollen with arousal. “You good?”
She nods, falling into my chest as I play with her clit. “Charlie… Please.”
“Not yet.” With the tip of my finger, I pulse at her entry.
“Please. Charlie, I’m begging you.” Her head falls back.
I lick a path up her proffered flesh, nipping at her collarbone and the curve of her neck while I increase my hold on her wrists. I’m greedy for her. For every single part of her, especially those parts she hides.
Low into her ear, I say, “I’m giving you exactly what you’ve been begging me for.”
She lets out a gasping sob.
I release her, but before she can process what I’m doing, I’ve swung her around, pressing my palm between her shoulder blades until the tips of her nipples touch the wooden counter. I twine our fingers, manipulating her so she’s resting on her elbows, hands splayed. “Stay.”
I trail a path over her ribs and waist before landing on her hips. Slowly, I raise the hem of her dress until it pools in the dip of her spine.
I rest my hands on the swell of her ass, letting the expanse of my palms and fingers curl possessively around her. I gently kick her foot to widen her stance, and when she’s steady on her feet, I drive my hips against her, sending her forward.
She cries out as her nipples graze the surface.
My hard cock, still wet from her mouth, glides along the seam of her ass as I thrust forward.
Her breasts sway, the tips abraded by the island every time I press forward.
“Oh my god.” Her fingers clutch at the wood as she grasps the implications of her position.
She rises to her tiptoes with a filthy moan, pushing back into me, as she seeks more friction.
I shift, moving to rub my erection over her wet pussy, gritting my teeth as she slicks my skin. I resist the urge to slam into her.
She’s close, but she’s not there yet.
She’s still holding on to her control.
I crack my palm over her ass.
The sound reverberates through the room as my hand stings, heating in the most satisfying way.
She jolts at the contact. Her breasts, now hypersensitive from my handling, slide against the counter. “Oh god.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and slip my fingers through her folds before slapping her again. She practically pulses into my hands.
“You’ve ruined my plans.” My voice is gruff, full of my Southern roots. I slowly rub her warm skin while stroking her clit. “You always ruin my plans.”
“How?” She flexes her fingers, like she’d dig them into the wood if she could.
“I was going to be civilized.” I rain a series of slaps of varying force along her skin, and when I fall still, I plunge my fingers into her willing cunt, grinding the heel of my palm against her.
She moves mindlessly, seeking friction, her nipples scraping the surface. She practically screams for a relief I’m not ready to give her.
“I was going to feed you first, but you had to come in looking like this, and now look at us.” I pull back and start all over again, smacking her ass until we are both breathless.
I lean over her back, pressing against her red, bruised skin, teasing her with the head of my cock.
“I’m not even going to get you into bed before I fuck you. ”
She wiggles around until I enter her with a shallow thrust. “We have all night to get to bed.”
My vision blurs at the pleasure of being inside her, but I don’t allow myself the luxury of slamming home.
“Don’t think you’re leaving.” I’m almost past the point of my control, but knowing how much she loves to be used and denied keeps me in check.
“I won’t.” She throws her head back, and all that hair spills down her spine like a waterfall.
She attempts to deepen the penetration, but I’m not done yet.
I grip her hips and control my movements, gritting my teeth against the sheer pleasure. She’s primed enough it doesn’t take more than a minute for her to clench along my shaft.
I pull out.
She drops her head before crying out, “No!”
“Yes.” I begin again.
I spank her ass.
Push into her with shallow strokes.
Work her up to the edge of orgasm.
Retreat.
Then start all over again.
Over and over and over.
I go on and on until we’re slick with sweat and the moment is nothing but a pinprick focus of need. She’s begging and pleading with nothing but a string of nonsensical moans and incoherent phrases.
I grip her hair, fist it in my hand.
I thrust hard inside her, instantly enveloped by her tight, hot, wet cunt. “Fuck.”
At the force of my thrust, her breasts drag across the counter. “Oh god.”
Jaw clenched tight, I slam into her. I pull her hair so she’s forced to raise her head, craning her neck so I can lean over and capture her lips.
The kiss is savage as I fuck her with a ruthlessness unwilling to be contained. Buried deep inside, her pussy a tight, wet sheath of heaven… it’s not enough. It’s never enough with her. I want more.
I want that raw, unfiltered intimacy I only experience with her.
I pull out, needing to watch her expression when she breaks apart.
“No!” She screeches the word, and her deliciously needy and desperate whimpers race through my blood, turning me feral.
I grasp her waist, moving her around like a rag doll, before setting her on the counter and shoving back into her.
Her knees clasp my hips. She places her hands behind her for leverage to meet my brutal thrusts.
The sounds of our harsh, fast breathing and bodies pounding together fill the room.
And in the storm of our passion, everything slows down.
Our eyes meet.
I see the desperateness of her lust, but there’s something else in there too. A need that matches my own.
That connects us.
I slow, gripping her jaw to pull her close.
Our foreheads touch as we breathe each other’s air.
I grasp the base of her neck.
In a harsh voice, I whisper the word that’s haunted me since the first time I touched her. “Mine.”
“Yes.” Her pussy tightens around me as I plunge in and out of her. Moving at a leisurely pace that’s in direct contradiction to the volatile, unfamiliar emotions rioting inside me.
“You’re mine,” I say again, this time with more force.
“Yes, Charlie.” She slides her hand over my neck, her hold mirroring mine. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes. Jessica?” It sounds like I’m asking her for something, but I don’t know what it is. The heat of her body threatens what’s left of my sanity, but I need something from her that I can’t describe. That I have no words for.
She whimpers, lifting her hips into mine. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. Not yet.”
“Please?”
I wrap my arm around her hips to hold her in place.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she hangs on. “Take me. I need to feel it.”
“Me too.” The air is humid and sticky between us, thick with sex.
If I shift my angle just right, she’ll come, but I stave it off, not ready to lose this yet.
I want more of her.
I want her to lose herself in me.
I pick up my pace. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes. God yes.” She meets me thrust for thrust.
I nip at her jaw. “So fucking pretty.”
She lets out a strangled moan at my praise.
“I’m going to ruin you forever.” The words feel dangerous and forbidden, and it hardens my cock even more than I thought possible. “I’m not letting you go.”
Her pussy contracts as her eyes lock on mine. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
And finally, it happens.
The air between us turns wild.
Control slips away.
From her.
From me.
I pick up my pace, thrusting into her, not holding anything back.
The climax rips through her, and her head tries to dip back, but I don’t allow it. I keep her in place as I fuck her harder and harder.
“Charlie.” She whispers my name like she promised.
A rush of blinding pleasure races across my skin, setting off my own punishing orgasm.
I pound into her.
My skin goes hot. Tight.
I come so hard my vision blurs.
The sensation is blinding as our bodies grind together.
Finally, we collapse in a heap of sweat and heat and panting breaths.
A boneless satisfaction melts all the tension from my body as I gather her up in my arms.
She lies limp and spent against me.
The weight of her body feels exactly right.
Like she was designed for me and me alone.
Jessica
It’s after midnight, and over the course of one evening, Charlie and I have eaten dinner, talked, and engaged in depravity practically everywhere in his house.
And that doesn’t even include all the making out.
I flush, cringing a little at how ridiculous we are.
It’s as if we can’t stop. It overcomes us. What starts with a brush of our lips ends with panting and grinding while we devour each other.
At some point, we’d made it to bed and had even fallen asleep.