5. - – Charlotte
CHAPTER FIVE
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CHARLOTTE
Time seems to slow down as Theodore leans closer and kisses me.
My eyes go wide and slowly close as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
His hands work their way around my waist as one sneakily grabs my ass, and I let out a silent gasp, which he takes advantage of and slips his tongue into my mouth.
I slowly run my hand up from his neck to his hair and grab a fistful and slightly tug on it. He lets out a soft moan.
“Hey! If ya’ll do fuck can you not do it in the dining room, or the table? Thanks!” Chad shouts from somewhere.
We pull a part, staring at each other, chest heaving, faces flushed.
I look towards the stairs and back at Theodore.
Raise an eyebrow and head to the stairs.
I heard Theodore follow by the time I got to my room.
Theodore spins me around and pulls me close and kisses me again.
I bite down on his lip, drawing that delicious husky moan from him.
He pulls back slightly and stares at me with hunger dancing in his eyes.
“Charlotte, if we go in there, there’s no coming back. I’ve wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you. Yes, I know that's fucked up, but it's true.” He says.
I kept looking at him while I reached behind me and opened my door. He looks at me and then at the open door, and gently pushes me in. Once both of us were in, he shut the door and locks it. I raise an eyebrow at the locking the door, and a boyish smile crosses his face.
“We don’t need Chad coming in and interrupting us,” he says. “Now, where were we?”
He walks towards me with a glint in his eyes. I step back every time he steps closer until the back of my legs hits the bed, and I fall down on it, staring up at him. His boyish grin turns into something devilish as he climbs on top of me.
“Ah, that’s right, we were here.” He says as he leans forward and begins to kiss me.
I arch up and press myself into him, kissing him back, growing frustrated with the slow pace of all this. So I start pulling on his shirt, hoping no, praying he gets the hint. He pulls away and gives me a look.
“So needy,” he taunts.
I narrow my eyes at him and buck my hips up, hoping I can get lucky and throw him off so I can set the pace. He lets out a chuckle and tsks me like a naughty child.
“Patience, good things come to those who wait.” He teases.
“Or you can hurry the fuck up and strip me naked and fuck me until my eyes go cross-eyed and I forget how to speak.” I grit out.
He shakes his head at me and pulls his shirt off, “Better?” he asks innocently.
I swear this man is pushing me to the breaking point, but I do appreciate the new view. My eyes greedily take in his defined body. Apparently, working on cars can keep one in shape.
“As much as I appreciate the eye candy, my clothes are still on me and not on the floor. So why don’t you hurry up?” I sass.
He stares at me, “You know I liked the shy, quiet Charlotte, not this bossy sassy vixen.”
I smile sweetly and run my hands down his chest. My smile goes from sweet to sinful when I see a slight shiver run across his body.
He leans down and kisses me again. This time, the kiss has more force and hunger behind it, and I’m loving every minute of it.
His hands play with the bottom of my shirt.
The tips of his fingers gently brush against bare skin.
And it’s my turn to shiver slightly. He pulls my shirt up slightly and stops.
I feel him smile against my lips. With frustration, I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt and start pulling it up.
He pulls back and watches for a little bit. The more skin that is shown, the darker his eyes get. With a frustrated groan, he grabs my shirt and rips it off of me. I gasp and look at him. But he’s not staring at my face. His eyes are drawn to my heaving chest.
“Fucking beautiful.” He mutters to himself while unsnapping my bra.
His gaze never leaves my boobs. The moment the bra is gone, he leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth.
Running his tongue across it before gently biting.
A moan leaves my lips as I arch my back up.
I grab ahold of his hair and pull him closer.
He continues his attack on my nipple while his finger gently traces my pants line.
In a second flat, he had the button undone and his hand is down the front of my pants.
“No underwear? Naughty naughty girl.” He moans out.
THEODORE
Fuck, she’s gonna be the death of me. First, the innocent, shy girl act, to this ...
this naughty vixen who has me in a trap that I don’t want to leave.
I stare down at her, red hair spilled across her white pillow, green eyes dancing with lust, her pale chest heaving with need.
Oh, sweet heaven, don’t let this all be a dream.
I slowly start to pull her jeans down her long legs, pausing at her thighs.
The sight had my heart breaking; on each thigh there were healing cuts, ten on each leg.
I look up at her, and she wasn’t looking at me.
She was staring up at the ceiling, tears running down her face.
“Charlotte..” I began to speak.
She shakes her head, “If you don’t want to be with someone damaged, I completely understand.” She whispers.
Sharp pain stabbed into me over and over again. The braveness had left her, and in her place was a broken, scared woman.
“Charlotte, this doesn’t change the way I feel about you. God, I wish you didn’t have to do this, but from now on, you tell me when you have these thoughts.” I say.
She nods, I lean down and kiss below her belly button, and finish pulling her pants off. I raise up above her and stare down at her. Taking in the beauty before me. Slowly, the shame was draining from her, and the heat and need was replacing it. I smile, enjoying the change.
“Now be a good girl and don’t move,” I say.
I spread her tights and lean down. With a very slow lick, I get her to squirm.
CHARLOTTE
All the air leaves my body as Theodore buries his face between my legs. His tongue attacks my clit, and my hands go to his head as I try to push him away.
“No, no, you don’t have to.” I whimper.
He pulls back slightly and looks up at me, “Now, why the fuck would I not want to?” He growls.
“Because…because it’s my job to pleasure you, not you pleasure me,” I whisper.
His eyes darken, “That little piss ant….is that what fuck face told you? Is your main job to give him pleasure? Did he ever get you off with his tongue? His finger? 'Cause we both know his shrimp dick didn’t do the job. I saw your lovely collection of toys you had hidden.”
My face flushes bright red, and I squeeze my eyes shut with embarrassment. Theodore pinches my clit, causing me to open my eyes wide, and a low moan comes out.
“First of all, never be ashamed of toys; a real man should never be threatened by them. In fact, they should be used to help increase pleasure. And second, you enjoy a little pain, huh?” He says with a satisfied grin on his face.
I stare at him in shock.
“Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world for me to show you exactly what I mean.” He says calmly before going back down.
He gently bites down on my clit, dragging another low moan from me.
I feel him hum with pleasure. I lay there, not sure what to do.
All of a sudden, he inserts a finger while sucking on my clit, causing me to slam my thighs against his head.
I squirm, trying to get away from this intense feeling.
He growls against me and removes his finger.
With both hands, he pries my legs open again and begins his onslaught.
Low moans turn to panting and whimpering; the more noise I make, the faster and rougher he goes. My head is spinning from pleasure, and my legs shake. I feel a tight pressure begin to form in my stomach.
“Theo…Theo, you need to stop, it feels like I’m gonna pee.” I plead.
He hums again, and his finger increases speed, and he bites harder down on my clit. I try shoving him away as the pressure grows bigger. With a scream, I feel the pressure burst and the sheets under me soaked.
Theodore pulls up with a huge grin on his face, “So you’re a squirter, huh?”
I stare at him in shock, “A what?”
He chuckles as he gets up and slowly undresses, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, like I said, we have a very long time to explore.”
My eyes drink in his form, and my mouth slightly drops at the sight of his dick.
“Umm, Theo ... there's no way in hell you're gonna fit,” I whisper.
He chuckles again, “Oh yes, I will. I’m gonna fill you up soo full.”
He crawls back into the bed and leans down and kisses me.
I kiss him back, finding it strange cause I can taste myself on his lips.
I feel him reach in between us and grab a hold of his dick.
He rubs it against me, causing me to gasp in his mouth.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to slide inside of me.
I flinch at the burning sensation of him stretching me, but I don’t mind the pain.
With a thrust, he’s all the way inside of me.
“Oh fuck, so tight.” He grits out.
I just let out a low moan in response. He pulls my legs up, and I wrap them around his hips.
“Such a good girl.” He praises.
His pace is slow but oh so wonderful. I squeeze my legs tighter against his hips, my nails digging into his back. He wasn’t wrong about filling me full, but I need more. I rock my hips forward, hoping he gets the hint. I see a smile flash across his face.
“Do you need more?” He asks.
I nod my head.
“Oh no, Charlotte, use your words. Be a good girl for me and tell me what you want again.” He says.
I swear my face is gonna stay red for life if he keeps this up. I dig my heels into his lower back and pull him closer.
“I want you to fuck me hard and fast, I want to forget how to speak, I want my legs to go limp…please give me what I want. Like you said, we have a long time to explore, but right now I need it fast and rough.” I say.
He grabs my hips and squeezes. God, I hope they leave bruises.
“Is this what you want? Me to fucking use you?” He asks.
“Fuck yes, please!” I moan out.
His pace picks up moans and whimpers leave my lips. I reach up and squeeze my boob.
“Pinch that nipple, baby.” He groans out.
I pinch and twist my own nipple, drawing out more moans from me.
He thrusts harder. Hitting that right spot, I start to see stars form.
He takes one hand off my hip and runs it up my body, and wraps his calloused hand around my throat and squeezes just enough that my breath is taken away.
I swear my toes are curling and my eyes are rolling back.
The headboard slams against the wall. Neither of us cares if Chad hears that or the sounds we’re both making.
Sweat drips down his forehead, and the veins are popping in his neck. He’s gritting his teeth as pleasure begins to form in my stomach again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I yell out.
“Cum for me, Charlotte! Cum right now!” He demands.
My body tenses up, and with a scream, I shatter. My legs go limp around his hips. His grip on my hip and throat tightens as he lets out a long moan. I feel him cum, and I black out.
I feel something warm and soft brush against my pussy, causing me to squirm.
“No…no more.” I plead.
“Shhh, I’m just cleaning you up, go back to sleep.” He whispers in my ear as the darkness begins to pull me down.