Chapter Seventeen #2
“I, uh, fuck,” I spluttered, face bursting into flame. “S-sorry!”
I’d never seen Charlotte looking so flustered. Every time she had flirted with me, tried to seduce me, she had been so composed, so sultry and confident. Now? Now she looked embarrassed and my heart pounded in my chest.
“It’s alright,” she muttered, fluffing her hair self-consciously. “I didn’t realise you were going to be done so quickly. I thought for sure I’d have enough time. Apparently not, hm?”
I realised a moment too late that I was staring and quickly averted my gaze, scratching the back of my head. “Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just barrelled out of the bathroom like that.”
Charlotte laughed breathlessly. “Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen, okay?” When I didn’t reply, she grew tense. “It’s just, I have a pretty high drive, and it’s been a little while—”
“Me too.”
Fuck, why had I said that?!
Charlotte blinked, taken aback by my admission. Not one to be wrong-footed for long, her expression grew heated and she smirked.
“Have you been taking care of things in the shower?” she asked. “I tried there, but the water pressure is truly abysmal.”
Images of Charlotte getting off with the shower head flashed through my mind and my cock twitched, flesh beginning to stiffen. Shit, this was dangerous…
“I, uh,” I replied, my voice tight. “I tried but I couldn’t get out of my head long enough to get the job done.”
Why are you telling her that?! Get a grip, Aaron!
I watched Charlotte tilt her head to the side, removing her earpiece and placing it on the bedside table.
“Do you want a hand? Quite literally.”
And there it was, the offer I’d known was coming. I opened my mouth to argue, to refuse, but no words came.
“We could help each other. I’ll stroke your cock, you can stroke my pussy. Let’s get off together,” Charlotte purred, shifting backwards on the bed and laying back against the pillows. She curled a finger at me, patting the space beside her with the other hand.
I moved before I’d even had a chance to consider it.
“Take that god-awful shirt off,” she muttered, sitting forward to whip her t-shirt off over her head.
My eyes were riveted to her chest. How many times had I jerked off thinking about Charlotte’s tits? Countless. And now? Now I was seeing them up close and personal. I shrugged out of my shirt, my eyes glued to her.
“Jeans too,” she sighed, lying down and wriggling to get comfortable. “If I’ve got to be naked, so do you. Show me what you’re working with.”
I was suddenly bashful. I didn’t often spend much time worrying about my dick size, but Charlotte was experienced.
What if she was disappointed? I don’t think I’d survive the shame of it…
Then again, what did I have to lose? Perhaps that would make my imminent assassination just that little easier to accept?
If my dick was a disappointment, I’d be begging her to end it.
I unfastened my jeans, commando beneath, and tugged them off.
“Mm,” Charlotte hummed, her eyes on me immediately.
My cock jerked, hardening further still just for having her attention. Completely naked now, I hurriedly joined her on the bed.
“Give me your hand,” she instructed, taking it in her own as I offered it up. Before I could ask, she sucked my index and middle finger between her lips.
My breath caught in my chest, cock throbbing as I watched her wetting me with her saliva. Her eyes locked with mine, shimmering and sultry.
“Fuck,” I croaked, making her smirk.
“Alright,” Charlotte eventually sighed, releasing my fingers and guiding them between her legs. “Gently. Nice and slow. I’ll tell you when I want you to speed up.”
Of course she was the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted, I wasn’t even remotely surprised. Holding my breath, I touched her, probing and spreading her. I did as I was told, keeping my touch light, grazing, barely there. She was so hot, so slippery… It made my cock ache.
Charlotte moaned, lifting her hips up into my hand as her head fell back against the pillows.
I watched her, entranced by the expression on her beautiful face.
As I touched her, I saw her skin flushing before my eyes, blood rushing to the surface in response to me.
It wasn’t long until Charlotte was breathless, writhing against my fingers.
“Good,” she gasped. “That’s so good. A little faster now.”
I was helpless but to obey. I stroked her, sliding my fingers top to bottom, delighting at how wet she’d gotten.
When a drip of arousal spilt, tracking over her perineum, I caught it with my thumb, sweeping it away and making her shudder.
My cock felt like it was about to explode, but my own enjoyment was the last thing on my mind, every fibre of my being fixated on Charlotte.
“That’s it,” she groaned between clenched teeth. “Faster. Use your thumb on my clit and put your other fingers inside.”
Fucking hell. When I’d thought Charlotte was going to be the death of me, I hadn’t realised just how accurate that might have been. I felt dizzy, breathless and like I was on the verge of passing out. I did as she asked, sinking my middle and ring finger into her pussy as my thumb found her apex.
A ragged moan burst from Charlotte and she squirmed, muscles quivering. “Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me!”
Hearing her moaning my name was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
I hadn’t had many girlfriends and even fewer casual encounters, but none of them had ever made me feel this way.
They had always been shy, quiet even in the throes of passion…
Charlotte was the exact opposite, and it drove me crazy.
I thrust my fingers into her, imagining the way I’d fuck her if it was my cock I was sinking into her instead.
Charlotte gasped, spreading her thighs. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t see her hand moving until it was suddenly wrapped around my cock.
I flinched violently, making her laugh. She stroked me in time with my fingers as they delved back and forth inside her.
Each pass of her palm had my thighs trembling, sweat beading on my brow.
It was safe to say I was definitely out of my head now.
“It’s not enough,” Charlotte whispered, turning her head, so close to me I could feel her breath on my skin. “I want you to fuck me, Aaron. For real, not with your fingers.”
All the reasons that was a bad idea that I had clung to so desperately melted away.
I could barely remember my own name, blinded by a haze of lust. At that moment, nothing had ever sounded so good, and when Charlotte pushed my hand away from between her legs, I let her roll me over onto my back.
She clambered on top of me and my hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as she reached back for my cock.
“W-wait,” I spluttered, sensible thought returning in a flash. “Condom. I haven’t—”
“I’m good,” Charlotte replied breathlessly, lining my cock up with her body. With little warning, she sat down on me, my cock nudging inside her. She was so wet, so hot. Her body sheathed me with ease and every muscle tensed and shook.
“F-fuck,” I rasped, a tremor shaking my voice. “Fuck that’s good.”
A soft chuckle drew my attention. Charlotte sat on top of me, watching me with those beautiful eyes that I found so enchanting. A knowing smirk played upon plush lips.
“Is this the first time you’ve ever gone bare, Dixon?” she teased. “I bet it is. You’re such a good boy, always wrapping it up, hm?”
Fuck, was it that obvious? I felt my face grow hot. I wanted to argue, to defend my prowess, but what could I possibly say that wasn’t a lie? Damn her.
Charlotte was still grinning as she leant forward to press her hands against my chest. She rolled her hips, my cock sliding free a few inches before plunging back inside. She felt like heaven and an embarrassingly needy groan slipped from me before I could hold it back.
“It feels better like this, right?” she whispered, rocking back and forth. “It feels so much hotter and wetter without the condom. You can feel every ridge, every squeeze—”
“Charlotte!” I grunted, my hands tightening on her hips. “Shut the fuck up if you want this to last longer than thirty seconds.”