Chapter 8
Ethan
The image of Charlotte McCarthy coming was now burned into my mind and I was dying to do it again and again, but for that, I needed to finally get home. That's why, as much as I really want her to jerk me off in return, I brake her hands before she can finish opening my fly.
"As much as I really want you to touch me, we'd better get out of here before we get caught," I explain when the girl raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity.
"Okay, okay, you're probably right," she agrees after a little groan.
I help her close her jeans while she ties her tousled hair back up in a bun. When her delicious ass leaves my lap to sit in the passenger seat, I swear my cock screams in desperation, but I ask it to have a little more patience for another ten minutes.
I adjust my seat back into place and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot fast.
"You mentioned you share an apartment with a friend, right? Is he going to be there?" she asks, sounding a little unsure. I take advantage of the red light to look at her.
"Yeah, with Logan, who's also on the football team. You've probably seen him at some point," I say, taking the chance to admire her light eyes, pretty even under the dim city lights at night.
"Probably, but I'm terrible at memorizing faces and names," she confesses, shrugging. I can't resist laughing a little.
"I'll introduce you later, but he shouldn't be home at this hour. There was a party at the Delta Pi fraternity," I say, and she nods in understanding. The light turns green and I'm forced to go back to paying attention to traffic.
"So we've got a few hours with the apartment all to ourselves?"
"Yeah, finally," I say, and slide my right hand to her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric hard. I love the little gasp Charlie lets out.
I didn't really know what was going on between me and her, to be honest. I was used to having plenty of flings, to wanting someone badly and then feeling pure glory when I won them over, but... I'm not really sure when the last time was that an attraction had been this intense.
It was a little worrying, since it was so sudden, but it was also hot as fuck and I wasn't in the mood to analyze the subject right now.
Luckily, it doesn't take long to park at my building, and I take the chance to kiss her the whole elevator ride up.
We stumble into my place, me attacking her neck while she tries to pull my shirt up.
I separate us just long enough to close the door, yank my shirt off over my head, and then press her against the wood.
The little moan Charlie lets out when I lift her into my lap and press my groin against hers gives me goosebumps.
With her arms around my shoulders and my hands holding her ass, we somehow make it to my room. I set her down on her feet in front of the bed and push the door with my foot, closing it so hard it would make my neighbors curse me out, but I couldn't care less.
I stop for a second to admire Charlotte: the flushed face, the lips swollen from the kisses we'd traded, the gaze overflowing with want, and the stiff nipples marking her top made her the very vision of temptation.
A vision that gets even better when the gorgeous woman pulls the white top over her head in one quick movement and gifts me the sight of her perfect breasts.
"Fucking gorgeous," I say before pressing our bodies together again.
I kiss her mouth hungrily, stroking her tongue with mine until we're both out of breath.
I move my lips down her neck, alternating between kissing, biting, licking, and blowing on the wet spot, testing every reaction I draw out of her body.
By the time I reach her breasts, Charlie is already panting hard and trying to hold back a few moans. I suck the left nipple and pinch the right, making her lose the battle to stay quiet.
Satisfied, I push her gently until she falls back onto my bed. I reach for her pants and open them again, finally able to slide them down her legs and expose all that delicious skin. The white lace panties make me want to tear the lingerie off with my teeth.
I move to open my own pants, but Charlie stops me and sits on the edge of the bed, taking the job for herself. The woman pulls my pants and boxers down together, making my cock spring free, giving me enormous relief. When she closes her hand around my length, I lose my breath.
Her eyes full of desire look up at me and the little devil starts giving me a slow, torturous handjob.
"It's not fair, you know?" she remarks, but I barely take it in, because I'm too busy registering her spit on the head of my cock and use it to lube the up-and-down of her hand.
"W-what?" I manage to murmur after a few minutes.
"You being good-looking, polite, the kind who opens the car door, having good conversation, and on top of that a big cock? It's not fair to the rest of the guys," she remarks, and I can't help laughing.
I take the moment to finish getting my pants off my feet, and then push her back against the bed again, this time positioning myself on top. I maneuver her body until we're up at the pillows.
"What's unfair is you being this beautiful and delicious. You're driving me crazy," I shoot back, and Charlotte laughs.
"And what are you going to do about it?" she teases, and I smile wickedly while trailing kisses down her whole body. When I reach the level of her panties, I use just one finger to pull the fabric aside, but it's enough to make her bite her lip in anticipation.
"Well... I've got an idea or two to drive you crazy too. But I think we can start with this one," I say, then the next instant I go down on her dripping pussy.
Charlotte cries out in surprise, but opens her legs even wider for me, and pushes her hips up.
I smile and hear her complain when I pull my lips away so I can get her panties completely out of the way.
I kneel on the bed and hook an arm under each of her thighs, lifting her until I have her in my mouth again.
"Ethan! Oh my God... yes!" she babbles, and it's like music to my ears. Her firm grip on my hair completes the paradise, and I alternate between penetrating her with my tongue, licking every little part of that delicious pussy, and sucking her clit, testing her reactions to each move.
I know she's close to coming when the pull on my hair grows and so do her attempts to grind on my tongue. I press my fingers even harder into her thighs to keep her in place and control her pleasure, which makes Charlie whimper.
"Please... Ethan! I'm almost... almost," she murmurs between moans and sighs, staring at me pleadingly, her pupils super dilated.
I smile perversely and think I could spend hours here, just savoring her taste and making her lose her mind, but I'm also dying to sink into her, so I choose to take her out of the agony.
I push into her with two fingers and curl them inside her at the same time as I suck her clit hard.
And there it is, the magic happens under my mouth.
Charlie bucks, closes her eyes, and screams, coming much harder than before in the car.
She crushes the bedsheets between her fingers with her free hand and nearly digs her nails into my scalp with the other.
Fucking incredible sight.
But if there was something I wanted more than to keep recording every little moan she made while coming down from the roller coaster of sensations, that something was to bury myself in Charlie to the hilt.
So I don't waste time. I grab a condom from the nightstand and put it on in seconds.
I cover the soft body again and kiss her at the same time as I start sliding slowly into her tight pussy.
Fuck! It was so good it should be illegal.
When my cock is all the way inside her, I let go of her mouth and hold her neck.
"Look at me, Charlie," I demand, and the pink-haired woman opens her eyes slowly. "How do you want it? Slow and good to torture us, or hard and fast so you remember me even when you walk tomorrow?"
"Hard and fast. And you can squeeze my neck harder," she orders, and bites my lower lip hard. I groan and lose the last bit of my sanity.
"Son of a bitch... I'm going to mold this pussy around my cock, then," I give back, and do exactly what she asked. I squeeze the sides of her neck and start fucking her like an animal. The bed rocks and the sound of it, with her little moans and the impact of our bodies, becomes music to my ears.
When I feel I'm really close to coming, I stop and squeeze the base of my cock while I get her to lie on her side on the bed. I press against her back, bend one of her legs, and fill her with my cock again. We both moan loudly because I know this position hits a delicious spot inside her.
I'm on the edge of the cliff, but I want her to come again, so I slide a finger to her clit, moving it in small circles. Charlie curses at me and makes louder and louder sounds of pure pleasure until she screams and squeezes around me. Her orgasm sets off mine, and I come so hard I see stars.
It takes a while for our breathing to return to normal.
I almost give in to sleep right there, still pressed against Charlie, but I have the strength to go to the bathroom to throw the condom in the trash and grab a wet towel to clean her up.
That done, I pass out wrapped around her, in the most satisfied sleep possible.