24. Charlie
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G uilt tugs hard on my chest as I step out of the bathroom in my new robe. Noah was so honest with me tonight. It was more than he’d shared with me in the entire time we were together.
And here I am, scared to death of telling him he’s all I’ll ever want.
“It’s just you and me tonight,” Noah tells me as I meet him where he sits on the edge of the bed.
I perk a brow. “I certainly hope so.”
His hands land on my hips. “No one else…and no thing else. Just us and everything I want to make you feel.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Sounds perfect.”
His eyes drop to the tie around my waist. “Do you have anything under this?”
“What do you think?”
Keeping my robe tied, he snakes his hand under the knot. His fingers trace my inner thigh, moving upward until he finds me bare.
His eyes meet mine. “You wet for me, baby?”
I grip his shoulders and close my eyes, leaning into him.
“Spread your legs.”
He swipes a finger down my center and hums appreciatively. I bite my lip as my cheeks heat.
“Don’t hold back on me. I want you soaking at the sound of my commands.”
My eyes flash at the hint of what our night might be like.
“Charlie. No matter what I ask you to do. Or how I ask. You can always say no.”
I nod, feeling somewhat relieved but doubting I could ever say no to him.
He unties my robe and spreads the fabric. His eyes drop to my breasts with desire but he hesitates. He stands, snaking his hands behind my neck and tilting me up to meet his lips. His soft, warm, toe-curling lips. Every time this man kisses me, it sends waves of excitement through me. I feel it in my bones. In my stomach, my core, and down to my toes. I moan when our tongues collide and his hand covers my breast.
“Ah.”
Noah tugs my nipple between his fingers again. "Sorry." He covers one with his mouth and sucks hard.
“Gah, you don't seem very sorry.”
“Do you like it?”
I nod and swallow.
"Then what's wrong?"
"It's making me so hot and I don't know if I can wait, Noah."
He lifts me into his arms and moves me over the sheets, my robe falling off in the process.
He strips out of his clothes quickly, his cock springing as he hovers over me.
I glance down at his erection. “Does it usually happen this fast?” I ask teasingly.
“Baby, I’ve been waiting a long time to be inside you. Don’t judge me.”
“I would never.” I lift off the bed, catching his lips with mine. A flashback of need hits me of how much I wanted this years ago. How good I knew it would be with us.
“I’m sorry, am I kissing too much?” I ask breathlessly.
“There’s no such thing.” He kisses me deeply, breathing me in. I want to grab him everywhere, pull him against me. Needing him closer.
My hands linger at his hips.
“Grip my ass, baby,” he hisses, seizing my hesitation.
My hands come around and give him a squeeze. Feeling him rub against me.
“Harder.”
I pull on his tight cheeks with need as he sucks and tugs my nipple between his teeth, making me cry out.
He dips his hand between us, feeling my wetness.
“I want you so much. I want all of you,” I admit.
“You’re not ready, Charlie. I need you wetter.”
My eyes fill with panic. “No. I’m ready. I promise.”
He presses a soft kiss on my lips and looks into my eyes. “I know you’re ready for the pain…before it feels good.”
I frown, feigning confusion, but he knows me so well. Because as much as I want this, I know it might hurt. “I know you’ll take care of me.”
His eyes darken. “You’re not going to be in pain, Charlie. Not if I can help it.” He kisses his way down my stomach, hip, and then my inner thigh, all the while drawing circles between my folds with his thumb.
“Noah,” I moan. “Pleeease.”
With that last plea, he dips between my legs, teasing me with his tongue. Nowhere near the place I need him. He licks at the crease of my inner thighs, sweeping his tongue just barely over my clit.
I moan and whimper at once. “I need you to—”
“Yes, baby. Let me hear you.”
My eyes flare at the power I have over this man with my voice and my pleas. I smirk and press my lips together, holding back on him. Why should he have all the fun?
"Charlie? What do you need me to do?"
I bite my lip, then sigh as if I'm bored.
He pulls back and hovers over me. His hand grazes my cheek. “You playing games with me, Little Web?”
I grin and nod.
He smirks. “Okay.” He moves his hand between us again and sweeps feather-like strokes. I squirm under him. “I can feel how tight you are. But I’m not worried. Because you’re going to take my cock—all of it—like a good girl. And since you want to play, I’ll play.” He pushes his finger into me. “I dare you not to make a single sound.”
I suck in a silent breath, meeting his serious eyes.
“Which should be easy. Because I’m going to knock the breath right out of you.”
I whimper.
“Careful, you might lose.”
I quiet and still myself.
He scans me. “I’ll try to go easy on you. Slow. Tender.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Or I can fuck you like I can’t get enough of you and you’re going to let me hear you.”
I smile. “You’ll hear me. I promise.”
“Good. Because I can’t wait to taste you again, gorgeous.”
I shiver at the praise, the endearment, the need. How much of this is real?
Do I just let go and trust it? Or do I accept this for what it is—that he’s playing the part to prepare me?
When I feel like this is going to be an endless evening of teasing and kissing outside my core, his tongue sweeps my sensitive nub and I gasp, bucking my hips for more.
He grips them instantly. “You’re okay,” he assures. “I’m going to do what I do best, baby. Tease the fuck out of you until you’re squirming for me. Then I’m going to fuck you mercilessly with my tongue.”
I writhe beneath him and feel myself on the verge just from that promise. “I will get you for this.”
"And Charlie?”
"What?"
"When you're feeling the urge, I want you to fuck my face."
I blink, pushing up on my elbows. "What?"
He grips my ass and covers my pussy with his mouth, his tongue working me instantly. My head falls back on the pillow with a moan I can't hold back if I tried. I gasp when his finger dips inside me, pulling in and out.
What is this? I don't know what to do with all this pleasure coursing through me. All I want to do is grip his hair and ride him like a horse.
I let my fingers slide into his hair, and he responds with a throaty moan. I buck my hips, feeling my body take over wildly as my orgasm builds. I'm literally fucking his face before clenching everywhere and come fast and hard on his tongue with a cry he won’t soon forget. It’s so primal, it turns me on.
He’s back over me. “That’s my girl." He kisses the tip of my nose. "Wait here.”
He slides over to the nightstand and pulls open a drawer. Then returns, holding up a foil-wrapped condom. “If he refuses to use one of these, get out and don’t look back.”
It takes me a moment to make sense of what he’s warning me about. To come back to earth. Then I remember why we’re doing this. “Right. Condom. Noted.” I snatch it from him because I need to rip something open that isn't my heart.
Noah chuckles. “Give me your hands.” He guides me over his tip before rolling it down.
"God, you're big." My nerves start to build as I hold his length between my palms.
He lifts my chin until I meet his gaze. “Charlie.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I want you to know that I’ve always wanted this with you. I’m so incredibly turned on by you. Your beauty, your charm. I can’t wait to feel you.”
“Don’t tease me, Reeves.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Web. Now open up for me, baby. Let my cock feel just how ready you are.”
I slide my heat up and down his hard, ridged cock.
He groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck. You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“You know how long I’ve wanted this, Noah. Please don’t make me wait anymore,” I admit with no shame.
Positioning the tip to my opening, he glides forward, stretching me before stopping. I feel the resistance too, but don’t know what to do about it.
“Take a breath.”
I close my eyes and inhale softly as he brushes his lips along my neck. I release and feel my body ease with it.
He slides into the wetness between my legs, and I tense.
He pauses but there’s no hint of frustration. “I love these hips. All the soft curves of your body.”
I open my eyes.
“Your familiar, captivating eyes. Your warmth.”
I feel my body relax at his soft husky voice.
“Your energy. You’re magnetic in every way, Charlotte.” He bends down to my ear. “Now take another breath and let me fuck those nerves out of you.”
Just as I release another, he gives me one long thrust. I lift my hips for him with a soft cry.
“That’s it, baby.” He slides in and out of me with tender attention and it feels so good.
I move with him, moaning and twisting. “Oh, God. Yes.” He wraps my legs around him and thrusts deeper as I cry out, lifting off the bed.
“You're fucking incredible.” He slides in and out of me. There’s no hesitation or resistance. He's filling me to the fullest. "You're so good, taking all of me." He bends and nips at my shoulder. "My cock was made for this pussy."
Christ, that makes me wetter. I buck my hips, taking more of him, my body welcoming every stroke.
"Love the way you respond to me. So hot. So wet." He pinches my nipples, making me cry out as he pumps hard into me. It’s so good, I can’t take it.
I clench around him and he hisses a curse, pounding into me. “You’re close, aren’t you, Web?”
“Yes.”
"Are you on fire?"
"God, yes," I pant.
He grips my hips and slides out almost all the way before thrusting back in, making a slapping sound that’s so erotic.
“Noah,” I moan, words getting caught in my throat as I convulse under him, screaming through a powerful explosion.
"Fuck, yes," he growls gruffly, thrusting long and hard. "So fucking perfect." He shudders with a loud groan, emptying into the condom, panting like I've never heard him, and then falling to my side.
"Jesus," he breathes, then turns to me, brushing my hair from my face. "You alright?"
I tilt my head slightly. "I'm fucking perfect."
He chuckles and wraps me in his arms. "Wise ass."
It takes me a minute to come down from wherever I just went with Noah Reeves. And I don’t mean ‘all the way’. It’s a much more sacred place that's only meant for us.
Something no one can ever take away.
“Wipe that grin off your face,” Noah teases in the morning. I’m still naked under the sheets with no intention of getting out of it any time soon.
“What are the chances I can convince you to play hooky with me?”
“Non-existent.”
I pout.
He sighs, giving in a little. “Slim.”
“Don’t you usually work from home anyway? Why not stay in bed with me?”
“Because I know you. Your idea of playing hooky sounds exciting and spontaneous but by ten o’clock, you’ll be in wedding planning mode and I’m going to go from ‘sex god’ to ‘honey do’ in no time. I’m making a clean break before that happens.”
I shrug. “Alright, fine. I’ll just have my own fun.”
Noah scans me on the bed with a look that is either appreciation or suspicion.
He turns, sweeping his eyes across the room and reaches for my tote bag, withdrawing the little pouch with my vibrator.
“I can’t tell if you’re serious, so I’ll hold onto this just in case.”
“Hey.”
He leans in for a kiss. “Keep that pussy nice and tight for me till I get back.”
My stomach flips as he pulls back and reaches for his blazer.
I scoff. “Jokes on you, that wasn't what I meant.”
That was totally what I meant. Not that I had intended on using it. Just to tease him with it because I know he hates that thing.
Last night was out of this world. My body is sore everywhere, but I feel amazing. I feel wildly exhilarated and spontaneous, but mostly, I feel like doing the one thing I never do—sleeping in.
Sure I might come to my senses in thirty minutes once Noah leaves and climb out of bed, but who's to say I can’t have some fun with him before he leaves?
“It wasn't huh?”
“You’re going to be late, honey .”
“What did you mean?”
I shake my head. “It’s actually something you can’t help me with.” I reach for my phone and pull up the images I saved.
Dropping his jacket, he hops back on the bed and swipes my phone.
“No way. Not without me.”
“I don't need you for this.”
“Charlie, the last time you claimed you didn't need me, you shamelessly admitted you were wrong. Don't tempt fate again.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you look for it later.” I wink.
“And just where do you plan on getting it?”
“That’s cheating.”
He grumbles. “I’m coming with you. Need to scope the place out first. Make sure they’re clean, licensed. No one’s poking you with anything without me.”
He starts to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll put on some coffee, then we’ll go through these mockups together.” He tosses me back my phone and leaves the room.
The man called my bluff. Now I need to call out of work.
And apparently...get a tattoo.