Chapter 31
SAM
Charlie had lived up to the promises he’d made.
In fact, if Sam thought about it, he undersold himself.
Dramatically undersold himself.
Reading about it in books was nothing in comparison to being at the mercy of Charlie’s greedy hands. He’d made her come so many times that she had literally passed out on him, only for him to wake her up and start all over again until they were both delirious.
She hadn’t lied when she said she had lived a good life if it meant dealing with the aftermath of sex that amazing. The initial ache of soreness had already died down considerably from when she had first woken up, now barely noticeable as she laid there in Charlie’s arms.
She wondered what it would be like to wake up next to him like this every day. To see his sleeping face next to hers in the early morning sunlight. To hear his steady breathing as he slept peacefully with her tucked into his arms.
Charlie brushed his lips to her forehead. “So, do you still need to work on stuff for your book? Because I have quite a few ideas that might come in handy.”
She laughed. “I think we’re done, Charlie, and I think this will help inspire the scene I need to send to Angel. Though, I know I’ll never hear the end of it from her.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, we started out fake dating, so I could do research for a romance book, and we ended up falling into bed together. I feel a bit cliche.”
He laughed, more boisterously this time. “I guess it is a bit cliche, but you won’t see me complaining.”
“Me neither, though I’m not one hundred percent sure what that means for us? I mean, I know we obviously touched on that last night, but my mind was a bit… scrambled.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, I don’t mean to sound dense, but I don’t know what to call myself in reference to you, or what we’re doing now, and vice versa.”
Charlie furrowed his brows. “We’re dating now…? Should I make signs?”
She rolled her eyes and shoved him gently. “You know what I mean! We’ve been friends for how many years now? I don’t know what labels to use. Are you my lover? My partner? Boyfriend? Orgasm giver?”
“Boyfriend,” Charlie said softly. “Definitely boyfriend.”
She relaxed into him. “I like the sound of that. Sorry, you know how I am.”
“I do, which is why I think you need to be… oh, what was it you said you needed in order to not overthink things? Something about being thoroughly ravished?” he asked, his voice dipping an octave.
A shiver of delight raced up her spine, the heat in his eyes threatening to burn her alive, but in the best way possible.
“I still need to take a shower,” she protested, his lips already tracing the shell of her ear.
“Then let’s take one,” he replied, shifting to rise from the bed and pulling her along with him. As they moved, the sheets slipped away from her body and pooled to the ground, leaving her completely naked for him again. His appreciative gaze roved over her.
Charlie rubbed his thumb across her jawline. “We don’t actually have to… you know… if you’re still sore, though.”
She smiled. “I think I can manage. You think you can?”
His chuckle was dark as he hauled her against him. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Their lips clashed as Sam’s hands greedily finessed with his clothes, tearing them away impatiently. They only parted long enough to tear his clothing away, a hazy inferno in both of their gazes.
When nothing stood between them, they playfully began pushing and pulling one another toward the bathroom.
Their bodies became a tangle of limbs and kisses.
It was incredible that they were still so desperate for one another after how many times they’d had sex the night before, but Sam wasn’t complaining.
She needed him in mythically proportionate ways.
Charlie scooped her up and placed her on the bathroom counter without pulling from her, both driven by the feral need that felt like a drop in the ocean. Too many years had gone by, and they both had no patience for waiting anymore.
He left her long enough to clumsily find the shower faucet to turn the knob, letting the water spray as he returned to her. The steam drifting from behind the curtain floated around them like a blissful cloud.
He surprised her when he turned back, dropping to his knees and yanking her hips forward to bring her to the edge of the counter.
Wordlessly, he latched his mouth to her already soaking core, their short time together like this already providing him with a road map of exactly where to go and what to do.
A helpless cry tore out of her when he found her clit, lapping at it in calculated strokes while his finger came up to delve into her pussy. Her spine arched against the counter. The contrast of the cold, hard granite against her soft skin made a shiver roll through her.
“I know, baby, I know,” he purred against her sensitive flesh.
She squirmed under his skillful tongue, digging her fingers into the edge of the counter when he added another finger. She fought to find some purchase to make sure she didn’t float off into space.
He moaned against her. “You taste incredible.”
His eyes watched her carefully when she peered down.
The image of her arousal soaking his face, his tongue drawing dangerous circles around her clit, was beyond erotic.
If it had been a few days ago, the image would’ve forced a blush to her cheeks.
But today? Today, she wanted more. She loved the way she could see the fire dancing along the surface of his ocean-blue eyes as he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers.
“What do I taste like?” she asked breathlessly. It sent a thrill through her core when the question ripped another moan from him, the feeling of it vibrating straight up her nerve endings.
He appeared to like that question a lot, his pupils dilating further to the point that the fire dancing there had disappeared into the void of his lust. His tongue became more insistent against her, flicking the sensitive bud in such a way that had her mouth open on a silent cry.
“Mine,” he growled.
His finger curled inside of her, rubbing that magical place that his cock had discovered repeatedly, and she whimpered.
“Condom?” she begged, her voice keening as if she were begging for salvation. Maybe she was.
Charlie didn’t protest, as if he knew she couldn’t stand it longer, or he couldn’t stand it any longer, and ran to grab one from the bedroom. He started rolling it onto his length when she leaned forward and held out a hand to stop him. “Can I?”
When he nodded slowly, she took the condom and tore the packet open with her teeth, as he had done the many times they’d made love the night before.
The wild expression in his eyes felt dangerous, like she was teetering on the edge of being devoured, and she liked that.
She liked seeing Charlie unhinged for her.
With her other hand, she took his length and gave it a few, tortuously slow pumps.
The way his eyelids fluttered and clenched shut in pleasure, the little quiet whimper that was so low that it would’ve been easy to miss if she hadn’t been paying such close attention, was so arousing that she had to clench her thighs together to ease the pressure between them.
Even more slowly, she rolled the condom onto him. He hissed out a breath, his hips bucking toward her like he couldn’t stand not being inside of her any longer.
Without warning, Charlie spun her around, forcing her to lean over onto the bathroom counter.
Her elbows banged against the cool surface roughly, but she didn’t care.
She’d worry about that later. All she wanted was the feeling of his cock inside of her again, slamming against that one magical spot until she cried out his name.
The head of his cock rubbed at her entrance, coursing its path through her soaking pussy up and down, up and down, until she was panting. Charlie shoved one of her legs further apart, forcing her to further open for him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Hold onto the counter. We’re not making it into the shower.”
The sweet torture ended with a swift thrust inside of her, tearing a helpless cry from the back of her throat.
Her eyes locked onto her reflection in the mirror in front of her.
The woman she saw was disheveled, her eyes hooded and filled to the brim with lust. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the counter in a desperate attempt to keep her body from floating away.
Her lips were kiss-swollen, deliciously full and open on a cry that wouldn’t come.
Sam’s hair cascaded around her in loose tendrils that practically begged to be fisted in Charlie’s hand and pulled on.
Her breasts were full and heavy, peppered with the tell-tale marks Charlie had left over the course of the night, jostling along with the thrusts ramming her into the counter.
This woman felt like a stranger to Sam, completely foreign.
Sam had never considered herself an overtly sexual human being.
But this woman in the mirror was a wanton, sensual creature that lingered in the shadows.
This woman took what she wanted and demanded everything of her lover.
She knew what she wanted and went for it without hesitation.
And the man behind her was rabid, his cock repeatedly buried to the hilt as though he were on the edge of insanity. Charlie’s hair was disheveled, ruffled to the point that it appeared wild. The scruff of his beard glistened from her desire soaking his face.
Her pussy clenched around him, both of them moaning at the action.
Charlie’s hands trembled as they squeezed her hips, like the sheer will not to pound into her mercilessly was a massive undertaking that took all of his concentration. It was touching, knowing he was trying to be gentle with her, but she wasn’t interested in any of that.
Their eyes found one another in the mirror, a new kind of intimacy discovered as they watched one another. Charlie changed the pace, giving her a few slow, tentative strokes inside of her. Watching her expression with intent until he hit the one angle that caused her to call out his name.
Target acquired.
Sam’s eyes slammed shut on instinct, the pleasure so much that she wasn’t sure if she’d died and gone to heaven.
Charlie released a hand, fisting a handful of hair in his grip.
It felt intensely possessive, like a lightning bolt straight to Sam’s clit, but Charlie managed to infuse it with a surprising tenderness.
Devoid of pain yet still commanding her attention.
With a firm tug, he drew her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze in the mirror.
“I want you to watch while I fuck you. I want to watch you come undone,” he growled as his hips began slamming against hers, thrusting mercilessly into her. It was too good, too hard, too deliciously perfect that she was already peaking.
“I’m so close…” she whispered into the air.
Another tug at her scalp. “Don’t close your eyes, baby. I need you to see how incredibly beautiful you look when you come on my cock.”
It was her undoing, her pussy spasming around him as the orgasm rocked through her.
Their bodies were in unanimous harmony together as she took her orgasm from him, letting the wave upon wave of endless pleasure cascade through her. Her cries of pleasure intermingled with the slapping of flesh against flesh, only adding to the sensation bursting in her core like a firecracker.
She fought the urge to slam her eyes shut as pleasure threatened to blind her—instead doing as he commanded and watching as she came apart.
“That’s my girl,” Charlie praised, following her into bliss as he let out a hoarse cry. He never let go of his hold on her hair, forcing her to watch as he rode out his own orgasm, and it was almost enough to send her over the edge again.
When he eventually slumped forward, he released his hold on her hair and braced his arms on either side of her. His body caged her as the two of them fought to catch their breath.
It had been so intense that she was too filled with emotion to speak, instead blinking slowly at him with a lazy smile. How could she possibly put into words what she’d just felt? What they’d just shared together?
Charlie kissed her spine lazily, his lips lingering there before finally pulling himself free to get rid of the condom. She mumbled a protest at the loss but without much energy left to do anything about it.
A haze had formed in the mirror, fogging up from both their efforts and the shower still running in the background. It was likely at the perfect temperature now, and she looked forward to it. Wiping off all the sweat and… other liquids that were currently running down her thighs.
The image excited her, letting some of her darker fantasies come out into the light. That maybe, one day, Charlie would fuck her completely bare. No barrier between them so she felt nothing but his hot length inside of her. That he would fill her to the brim until she was dripping with his…
Despite the powerful orgasm she’d just had, the thought had her clit fluttering.
She blinked a few times. It felt very naughty, very dirty, but it surprised her how much that prospect excited her. She wasn’t sure if her lack of sex over the years meant that her brain was now kicked into high gear—like it was now hyperaware of every sexual fantasy she ever had.
She didn’t have long to worry about it, though, because Charlie returned and pulled her into his embrace. This man was both incredibly good and incredibly dangerous for her heart.
“I could get used to this.” She sighed contently.
Charlie chuckled before pressing a kiss to her temple. “I could too. Now, let’s actually take a shower, so we can get back into bed.”