Chapter 15 #2
We stumble across the yard, hands roaming, tongues dancing.
At the top of the porch steps, she pulls back to dig in her purse for the keys, while I press her against the front door and kiss my way down her throat.
I cup her breasts through her sweater, pulse spiking when she sighs, and her nipple pebbles tight enough for me to see it through the thin cotton weave.
Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on her, my mouth, my tongue.
My teeth…
“Door,” she breathes. “Must open door.”
“So, we can go inside, and you can bite me more.”
“Yes. That.” She turns in my arms,
“I love that you’re feeling bitey tonight.” I grip her hips from behind as she fumbles with the key. “Promise me you’ll leave a few marks behind when you come? I want to stare at them and think about how good your pussy feels on my cock when I’m jerking off.”
“You have to stop,” she says, still struggling with the lock. “Dirty talk makes fine motor skills difficult.”
“Is confessing I jerk off to thoughts of you dirty talk?” I ask, sincerely wondering.
“Yes. And honestly? The thought of watching you jerk off makes me ridiculously hot.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, kissing her neck again from behind as I cup her breasts, pinching her nipples through her sweater. “I love this honest side of you. Tell me more honest things.”
“Upstairs,” she pants as she finally gets the key in. “Now, before I tackle you on the floor.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
She spins in my arms, fusing her lips to mine as we fall inside, barely pausing to kick the door shut behind us. The alarm beeps, and she breaks away long enough to punch in the code before grabbing my shirt and pulling me toward the stairs.
We make it halfway up before she starts rubbing me through my jeans, and I’m forced to pin her against the wall.
I wedge my knee between her thighs, giving her something to grind against as she strokes me, and kiss her until we’re both shaking.
My T-shirt vanishes, but before I can go for her sweater and return the “getting naked” favor, she steps in close.
“You’re so beautiful.” She runs trembling hands over my chest, my shoulders, like she’s trying to memorize every inch of me. Like she’s been starved for this, for the rush of skin on skin. “Sometimes I can’t believe how beautiful you are. Or that I’m the woman who gets to be naked with you.”
“I feel the same way, Strawberry,” I say, my voice husky. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Especially when you’re all flushed and rocking on top of me.” My hands spasm on her hips, squeezing tight as I confess, “I need you on my dick, baby. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Yes, upstairs. Now,” she repeats, firmer this time, fingers digging in my arm as she tugs me up the last few steps and down the dark hallway.
Her room is exactly what I expected—elegant, organized, decorated all in white with what I think are touches of pale blue, though I can’t be sure.
We don’t stop to turn on the light. There’s enough moonlight coming through the gauzy curtains to see the hungry look on her face, and that’s good enough for me.
As we collide with the edge of her king-sized bed, I reach for the top of her skirt, opening the button and jerking the zipper down.
A second later, the denim is on the floor, and I hit my knees on top of it, reaching for her panties, the smell of the soaked panel between her legs driving me crazy.
Her salty, turned-on scent already has my mouth watering for another taste, but she stops me with a fist in my hair.
“You already did that.” Her fingers tighten as I look up, meeting her gaze in the faint blue light.
The way the moon cuts in at an angle makes her eyes look even more otherworldly than usual.
With her wavy hair spilling around her shoulders and her green eyes flashing, she looks like a fairy queen demanding her pound of flesh from the human man foolish enough to wander into her magic mushroom circle.
But I didn’t wander anywhere.
I’m here by design.
I’m here because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here at her feet, between her legs, worshipping her body all night long.
“So?” I challenge. “I’m never going to get tired of eating your pussy, Charlotte. Because your pussy? It also happens to my favorite pussy.”
“Good.” Her gaze softens, but it doesn’t cool. She’s still on fire, her eyes burning into mine as she whispers, “And I love how generous you are, but it’s my turn.”
She tugs at my hair, urging me to my feet. I let her draw me up and spin us until my thighs press against the edge of the mattress.
Let her push me back until I fall into the welcoming softness of her bed.
She climbs on top of me, making my pulse stutter as she reaches for the close of my belt.
The rasp of leather against the buckle makes my jaw clench, and my cock twitch behind my zipper as she works it down.
I lift my hips, and she tugs hard and fast, stripping my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees in one clean motion.
I start to shift, planning to kick them the rest of the way down and off, but she’s already on me, palms bracketing my hips as she lowers her head and…
Fuck.
Her mouth.
Her fucking mouth.
Just…fuck.
“God, Charlotte,” I groan as her tongue slides from base to tip in one long, lingering stroke that steals the air from my lungs. “Fuck.”
“Soon, baby. Patience,” she says in a teasing whisper. Then she takes the head of my already leaking cock into her mouth and sucks. She sucks me hard, deep, the delicious pull racing along every nerve as my balls draw tight.
I reach for the bed, clutching at the sheets, fighting the urge to touch her. To fist my hands in her silky hair or curl my fingers around her neck.
I don’t want to do anything to interrupt her.
I want her in control, devouring me exactly the way she wants, with zero interference.
She hums as if in approval of my choice to abandon control, and I twitch against her tongue, sucking in a breath as she takes me even deeper. She uses her fist to grip what her mouth can’t take, keeping the glide tight, steady.
And wet. Fuck, the slick heat of her mouth has me strung tight enough to go any second, but I’m not about to let that happen. I refuse to come until I’m inside her, buried deep with her legs wrapped tight around me.
I do my best to hold back the tide, focusing on memorizing every second of how sexy she is right now, with her silky hair falling over my stomach and her lips gliding up and down my cock.
As if sensing my eyes on her, she looks up, cheeks hollowed, lashes low and dangerous.
The eye contact punches through my chest, threatening to rip away the last of my control.
My mouth fills with a sharp, acidic taste that warns I’m dangerously close to the edge.
I groan, fighting for strength as my head thumps back against her pillow.
She’s proving she meant what she said.
Proving my dick is her favorite.
Favorite. The word plays on repeat, echoing through my head as she finds a rhythm that makes my calves tense and my shoulders press into the mattress.
I breathe. Or try to. I brace my heels and clench my glutes, refusing to thrust up, even when my throbbing balls beg me to chase the heat of her mouth. To chase the pleasure, I’m now holding back with a wish and prayer…
“Charlotte, please,” I finally grit out. “I need you. Need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
She sets my cock free only to torture me with open-mouthed kisses along my shaft that make me shudder. “Patience. I’m not done tasting you yet.”
I curse.
She smiles and goes back to kissing and licking. Back to pumping me with her hand. Back to cupping my balls, rolling them gently in the sac as she sucks me deep.
My abs twitch as my orgasm gathers hard and fast, leaving me dragging in breath in shallow gasps. If she doesn’t ease up soon, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll come in her mouth, and it won’t be pretty.
Between the storage closet and everything she’s just done, there’s been too much build-up for that.
“Mercy,” I whisper. “Mercy, please. Mercy.”
“All right. Since you asked so nicely.” She licks me once more—one last, possessive taste that has sweat breaking out on my forehead—before she crawls up my body, the heat burning in her eyes making it clear I’m not alone.
My cock drags against the inside of her thigh as she moves, and I wince, head spinning as I once again veer dangerously close to the razor’s edge.
When I open my eyes again, her face hovers over mine, close enough for her breath to warm my lips as she whispers in a stricken voice, “Nix? We have a problem.”
“Yes, baby?” I whisper back, instantly ready to fix whatever it is that’s upset her. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re both still wearing way too many clothes,” she says. “Way, way too many.”
“Agreed,” I say, a relieved laugh rushing between my lips.
I roll, taking her with me, guiding her onto her back as I kneel, jerking my jeans the rest of the way off and kicking them aside.
She reaches for the hem of her sweater, but I beat her to it, peeling the knit up, dragging it over her head, savoring the reveal as I bare her belly, her ribs, the pale pink lace of her bra.
“Front close,” I murmur appreciatively as I reach for the clasp. “My favorite.”
“I might have been thinking of you when I picked it out,” she whispers, making my teeth dig into my bottom lip.
I love that she was thinking about fucking me when she got dressed.
I love it even more that I’m the one who gets to undress her.
A beat later, the bra is gone, and her breasts are bare, her nipples tightening in the cool air as I soak her in, wanting to commit every moment of this night to memory.
The night she told me I was her favorite…
Your dick, not you, buddy. Don’t get the two confused, the inner voice warns, but I ignore it as I bend and close my mouth over her tight nipple.
My favorite nipple.
My favorite moan as she arches off the bed, pressing closer to my mouth.