37. Everything and more
CHAPTER 37
EVERYTHING AND MORE
CHARLIE
I might still be dreaming.
How else can I explain Emma showing up at my door, looking sexier than ever, and kissing me?
Christ, the way I’ve dreamed of this mouth.
Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my clothes, greedy for skin, like she can’t get enough.
Thank God for the door at my back. I don’t want to think of anything except finally getting my mouth back on hers. Emma is frantic, but I need to savor this, so I frame her face in my hands, pull back enough to slow it down. Sweeping her mouth with my tongue, until she’s soft, and pliant, and whimpering with each kiss.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi,” she breathes, her fingers digging into my hips.
I don’t stop. I just keep claiming her mouth, long and slow, inhaling her every exhale, taking as much of her as I can get.
“I thought we weren’t doing this anymore,” I say, dragging my lips along her jaw.
“I want you, Charlie. Not because of an arrangement, but because of you.”
I pull back and drink her in. Her pupils are blown wide with lust, her lips red and delicious. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I could gorge on her for a lifetime and never be satisfied.
I’m so fucking ruined.
Tilting her head back, I mouth at her neck. “Then have me.”
She does.
This is a dangerous game to play. I want so much more than sex, but I’ll take what I can get from her. And honestly? I’ve got more practice with casual.
No doubt I’d fuck up the other stuff if I had it.
So I curl my hand around her neck and grab a fistful of hair and take as good as I get.
Fuck, she’s handsy. Now that she’s given herself permission, she’s relentless, clawing at my clothes, devouring my mouth. She runs her hands over my ribs, down my back, grabs my ass. I love it.
Every other time she’s been reserved or tied up or too fucking far away. She said she wanted it, but this is proof.
It’s real and it’s raw and it’s so good, nothing will ever match it.
I pull her sweater out from her pants, slide my hands up, and just about pass out. She’s not wearing a fucking bra. All I find are her fantastic tits, full and round and a perfect fit in my hands.
I don’t realize we’re moving until there’s a crash.
I can’t stop kissing her long enough to care.
“Charlie,” Emma says, panting.
My fucking name sounds so good in her mouth. I growl, sucking a bruise into her neck. Fuck, she smells good. “I’ll buy a new one.”
Whatever it is, it’s replaceable.
She isn’t.
I keep walking her back until her knees hit the bed.
“Off, take this off.” She tugs at the hem of my shirt.
Gladly.
I whip it over my head, and then she’s pulling my sweats off and pushing me onto the bed, staring down at me like she’s going to eat me alive.
Slowly, I slide my hand down my stomach to my cock, which is lying thick and hard and up for everything she wants to do. Emma stares as I wrap my hand loosely around myself and stroke nice and slow.
A bead of precum wets the tip, and I circle my thumb in it, damn near vibrating out my skin. She’s too fucking far away. I need to touch her, need to be inside her.
She licks her lips, and a groan claws its way out of my chest. Fuck, I can’t help but imagine them stretched over my dick.
“See something you like?”
“Yes.” Emma rips her own clothes off so fast I’m shocked she doesn’t pull a muscle.
I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t help but tease her. “A little impatient there?”
She straddles me, pulling my hand off my cock, and presses both my wrists into the mattress. “My turn.”
Holy fucking fuck. She’s going to kill me.
With a hum, she grasps my dick. Her grip is perfect—not too tight, squeezing with each stroke. When she teases my foreskin back to thumb at the head, I can’t stop my hips from thrusting up, trying to get closer.
She watches as another bead of precum pools at the tip, then leans down to taste. The moment her tongue touches my cock, I groan.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’ve wanted her to touch me for weeks. Months. Since the day we met.
And from the hunger in her eyes, the way she can’t keep her hands off me, like she can’t decide where to start, it’s obvious she’s been wanting this too.
She licks a line down my cock, moaning as she goes. It’s wet, and messy, and I swear to god, I’m close to coming already.
“Condoms?” she asks, sitting up, her mouth glistening.
“Top drawer.”
As she tilts to one side, searching, I drag my hands along her thighs, skin to skin, needing to touch her.
“Interesting collection of items you have here,” she says, with a mix of desire and humor.
With one hand on her hip to hold her steady, I lever myself up on the opposite elbow to see what’s got her attention.
In her hand is a condom and a rabbit vibrator. Still stowed in the drawer: additional condoms, a variety of clit vibrators, cuffs, cock ring, a cage. What can I say? I like to be prepared for anything.
I squeeze her hip, relishing the way my fingers sink into her flesh. “Hatching a plan?”
She drops the toy back into the drawer with a smile and rips open the packet. “Maybe. It’s nice to keep a backup nearby. Unless you’re scared of a little competition…”
Her eyes are sparkling, her smile the cheekiest I’ve ever seen it.
It’s almost impossible to keep my hips from fucking into her hand as she rolls the condom on. Her grip is tight, just shy of painful, and very much on purpose.
I pull her down to kiss her, again and again. I can’t stop. “Say the word, and I’ll fuck you however you want. But I think you want my cock too much to need anything else right now.”
She moves easily as I grind her hips down on me, coating my cock in her wetness, her head thrown back. Every exhale she releases is a whimper, and she writhes freely, wild and loose and so fucking beautiful I lose my breath.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” I ask, voice thick and rough with need for this woman.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I move my hands up, thumbs on the inside of her thighs, pulling a gasp from her when I reach her pussy. She’s already so wet, and I coat my fingers, teasing her clit. “What was that?”
There’s fire in her eyes when she opens them. She grabs my hands, forces them back down. “Hands to yourself. I’ll tell you when it’s your turn.”
I smile up at her.
“Can’t help it; you feel too good.” It’s true, but what I really like is how her eyes flare bright and hot, the way they always do when I challenge her. When she wants to teach me a lesson. “I’ve gotten a taste for your sin, and now I’m addicted. Your pussy misses me too. It’s practically sobbing.” I lick my lips. “Let me help with that.”
Sure enough, her hand finds its way to my throat, pressing just enough to show me who’s boss.
“Do I need to remind you to be good?” she asks.
If I say no, she’ll back off. But that’s the last thing I want. I want—no, I need—her closer.
“I thought you’d never ask.” I tilt my head back, baring my neck to her, pressing my hips up. We both groan. “You want to control me, sweetheart? Use my cock as your own personal toy? Go right ahead. Take what you need.”
I’m big. It’s a fact more than a boast.
And despite what the media says, not every woman is a fan.
But she takes me beautifully, sinking down slowly. The bite of her nails as they dig into my shoulders is the perfect distraction from how fucking good she feels. How hot and wet and mine she is.
Emma looks down from where she’s seated above me, riding me at a torturously slow pace. “Charlie,” she whimpers. “Fuck, you feel… amazing. I can’t believe we waited this long. I don’t ever want to stop.”
“Then don’t.” Shit. My heart pounds against my chest. “Keep going. Do you have any, oh, any fucking idea how incredible you look right now?”
“I could say the same thing about you. Do you know how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about this?”
I growl, throwing my head back against the pillow. Fuck. This queen, this goddess , could demand anything she wants, and I’d give it to her. Rip my very soul from its roots and set it at her feet.
Anything to see her like this.
“I kept thinking about your cock,” she continues. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming short and fast. “Imagining you at work, the way you sit in your chair, legs wide. Thinking about what it would be like if I climbed on top of you right there in the office. If I pulled you out and made you come all over your nice, clean suit.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
She doesn’t stop rolling her hips as she talks. “Or maybe I’d wait until we were in a meeting room. Wait until you’re mouthing off. Push you up against the table or onto your knees, shut you up by fucking your tongue.”
I’m gripping the sheets so tightly I swear they’re gonna rip. Sweat beads at my temples, and my body is on fire, blazing for her.
“Fuck. Let me touch you.”
I want to drive into her, pull every sound I can from those gorgeous lips. I want to get my hands on her, play with those incredible tits, rub her clit, feel how wet she is for me.
I need to make her come undone.
Emma seats herself as deep as she can go and clenches around me with long, drawn-out pulses of her pussy. But it’s the wild mischief in her eyes that unravels me.
“Who’s impatient now?” she says, smiling wickedly.
That’s it. My control snaps. Grabbing her, I flip us until she’s on her back. I tug her shirt off and fling it into a corner.
Emma wraps her legs tight around me, her heels at my back, and I growl into her mouth, kissing her filthy and deep.
“Fuck me, please,” she pants.
At her plea, my dick throbs inside her. I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything. I lean down, nip at her shoulder.
“It’s just… I might not come,” she breathes, a flash of fear in her eyes. “In case you were expecting?—”
“Hey, it’s all right. I’ve got you.” I slow and press a soft kiss to her lips, then another, and a third, because I can’t get enough. “I don’t care. It might not always happen, and it doesn’t need to. You can enjoy the rest. It can still be good. The best, even.”
“I doubt this is the best sex you’ve ever had.”
I kiss her hard. “That’s a bet you’d lose, sweetheart.” With that promise, I drive into her, over and over, filling her.
“Oh,” she moans. “Fuck, you’re serious.”
“You want me to hold back? I won’t come if you don’t want me to.” I can wait for her.
With a shake of her head, she moves her hips, meeting my every thrust. “No, I want it. Want to feel you come inside me.”
I groan. “Fuck, I can feel how much you need it. Your tight pussy is choking on my cock. Can you feel that? Can you feel how much you need my cum?”
Her whine pierces the loud slap of our bodies as I fuck into her, digging my knees into the mattress with every hard thrust. Emma’s thighs shake when I drag my thumb in circles around her clit.
It doesn’t matter if she comes. I’m going to make this so good for her, she won’t be able to touch herself without thinking of me.
“No one’s ever given it to you right, have they? Not like I can. And no one ever will.”
“Yes, yes, more.”
Weeks of pent-up energy is exploding in my veins, lighting my blood on fire. I knew from the second she kissed me back I would never be satisfied with less than everything.
She’s under my fucking skin, in my bones. I want to fuse us together.
My legs strain with the effort of fucking her. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect around my cock, like a part of me has been missing.
It won’t be the only part of me she’ll take when this is over, but I can’t think about that right now. Nothing matters except the slick slide of my cock and her needy moans as she clenches around me.
My balls ache with the need to fill her.
“Harder, Charlie. Please .”
She opens her legs wider, inviting me deeper, and I accept, pushing fast and rough into her wet heat.
Gone is the cold wall she used to keep the world out. There’s nothing holding her back now, every sound, every ounce of pleasure on display.
Which only makes me greedy for more.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll give this sweet pussy everything it needs.” The bed shakes with every thrust, my muscles reaching the point of strain. But Emma takes it all so beautifully.
Any chance I had of protecting my heart died the second she kissed me back, and I’ve been handing over pieces of myself every day since.
It was easier before, to remember my place in her life. To touch her, taste her, make her come, but never let her close enough to hurt me.
Now she’s shattering the last stronghold I had, and I’ll never be the same.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so well. Fuck, Emma, you’re perfect. Always so wet for me, just begging for my mouth. But this is what you really wanted.” I slam back into her again. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Fucking your fingers and wishing it was my cock instead.”
“Yes, oh, fuck.” She moans, then surprises me by curling her hand around my throat like she did before, her pupils blown dark.
I’m so fucking close.
She squeezes. “Fuck, Charlie. Do it . Come on. I need you to fill me up.”
Fuck.
My hips stutter and restart, pounding into her as I come. It’s not just her dirty, delicious mouth that takes me over the edge. It’s her wide eyes, pleading and pulling me under, and the last of my resolve crumbles.
Honestly, I never stood a chance.
Completely spent, I catch myself above her on a shaky elbow and hide my warring emotions in her neck.
I scrape the sensitive skin with my teeth, soothe it with my tongue. I want evidence this happened. The marks she’s left on me are invisible, buried deep in my mind, my muscles, my heart.
I’m only asking for one small mark in return.
It might be all I get.
It’s definitely more than I deserve.