34. Charlie
Charlie
Oh boy, the room is spinning. Around and around in circles.
My body tingles and is melting into the mattress as I stare at a ceiling doing cartwheels.
Noah locks the door, and booming music vibrates the wall.
I’m so drunk it’s not even funny at this point.
Every second is like falling down a roller coaster, but my thighs are on fire, begging to be touched.
“I want you so badly.” I massage my breasts as Noah flips the light switch off. My nipples harden as I arch my back up. The night floods through the blinds of the room, leaving Noah darkened in shadow as he climbs onto the bed.
His chest presses against my tits, his lips discovering my neck, his breath hot and the rough scrape of his stubble brushes across my skin. I tremble as I grasp his biceps that flex as my nails claw down them.
“We agreed we were just going to pretend and make a fake video for him,” he whispers into my neck as he nibbles between the crease of my neck and shoulder blades.
I rub my groin against his thigh and moan out the words, “I don’t want to fake it.” I’m horny. It’s the only way I can describe it. My brain is begging for him to make me squirm. “I want you to fuck me, make him hate himself.”
He's silent as he hesitates for a moment before trailing kisses up my neck to my cheeks, finding my lips and plunging his tongue into my mouth.
I slide my hands down his back, my nails digging into his skin.
He groans into my mouth as I grip his firm ass, pushing him into my pussy, and his hard-on leaves me shuddering as it brushes against me.
“Please, I want you. I’ve wanted you all summer.”
He uses an elbow to prop himself up, his gaze in the moonlight soaking me in. He’s timid. I hate it. Any guy here would pound into me, but he’s not budging. One hand rests on my hips, his thumb tugging in between the waistband of my panties.
“I want you sober. This is the third time. You want me when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk.” I threw my head back into the pillow. I can’t tell if I’m slurring. But I know it’s such a lie, I’m dizzy, and entirely happy and filled with giggles in my belly, but if he leaves me with blue lady balls, I will turn into a gremlin.
Noah’s lips are gentle on mine, and I melt into him, my hands tangling in his long hair falling over his shoulder. He’s starving to feel it as much as I do. “I don’t think you get it,” he says between our lips, molding together.
“I do. I just don’t want you to stop anymore. You keep running away.”
“You’re going to ruin me. I’ve told you this.” He hums between our tongues, tangling together. “You’re so fucking beautiful and I want to. I want all of you. I think about it all the time.”
He cups a handful of my breasts, twisting a nipple, letting the nub get hard under his rough fingers.
I moan softly into his mouth and grind my pussy against his thigh, finding his erection, rubbing it as hard as I can until he’s groaning.
I’m dripping wet, and it’s soaking through the fabric of my panties.
“Noah...”
“You’re perfect. Why can’t you see that? I’m nowhere near good enough for you. I’m broken. I’m so fucking broken, and I’m in fractions. You deserve so much more than me, and I wish you saw it.”
His lips move down my collarbone, peppering me with kisses, showering me with goosebumps that spread all over my body. “I don’t care.”
I arch into his touch as his mouth kisses my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my sensitive bud, and I gasp as my fingers tighten around his hair. He trails a blazing path up my throat, then down again along the delicate ridge of my collarbone.
“Please,” I moan, and my legs and toes start to cramp.
He switches and starts sucking on my other nipple, his tongue kissing me with care.
I’m squirming beneath him. His hand slide down my body, and I feel every inch of his fingertips as he showers me with kisses, his head going lower until his lips rests at the base of my breasts, pecking and sucking on my skin as he goes down my naval.
With each moment, my heart ruptures and explodes all over.
His hand slid down the trembling plane of my stomach, over the jittery muscles of my abdomen. Each press of lips to my skin felt like a fucking sacrament.
His mouth finds the soaked fabric of my panties, and he kisses me there.
I’ve never wanted someone like this. I want his tongue, I want him to eat my pussy and I want him inside me.
He pushes my panties to the side, dips his head lower, and he runs his tongue from my wet opening to my clit and gives me one hard, slow, fucking flighty suck.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed, and he twirls his tongue.
He didn’t let up. He suctioned right on my clit working his tongue.
He even goes so far that he takes his tongue, licking the base of my pussy all the way back up to my clit.
He dips his tongue inside my opening, then goes straight back to tug and pull at my clit.
His tongue works over me until I tremble, my body shivering as I grip the sheets, fisting them tight enough to rip the fabric with my nails.
“Oh God, I’m going to fall in love with you.
” It slips off my lips, and he pauses with his lips hovering over my pussy, his lips kissing me.
“I think I might already.” He hooks his fingers into the fragile lace of my panties and pulls – a sharp, tearing sound as the thread gives way. He doesn’t pull them off, but pushes the fabric aside and dives back in. His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, holding me open.
White-hot electricity rockets through me.
I whimper as he runs his tongue back up my opening, dipping his tongue inside me.
I shudder. Then his tongue is back on my clit, and with one harsh suck it spreads all across my legs.
I spit out a million f-bombs mixed with his name as my hips came off the bed, meeting his mouth, riding his face.
A string of profanity spills from my lips.
It was building even more, my body seizing up, and my thighs slam shut over his face.
It came ten times stronger than before. As it crashed over me, I become a whimpering mess with his name spilling from my mouth.
“Oh my god I love you, fuck I love you.”
I bite my tongue, ravishing as I come hard against his mouth. The sensations simmer down, and I only want more, but his eyes are almost shaking as he pulls away from me.
“Charlie!” A muffled voice hollers my name from outside the door. “Open the damn door!” Hands pound on the door and there's a shadow moving about beneath it.