Chapter 43 - Charlie #3
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pajama shorts, hesitating only a moment before pushing them down over my hips.
The cool air kissed my thighs, and the simple cotton of my underwear was suddenly too thin.
I hadn’t shaved. I hadn’t prepared. I was bare in all the ways that mattered. Wild and unapologetic.
I stepped out of the pajamas and nudged them aside with my foot. My chin lifted as his gaze traveled the length of my body.
“Tell me,” I dared quietly. “Tell me what you see.”
Austin rose from the chair in one fluid, hungry movement. He gripped the back of his shirt and peeled it over his head and tossed it aside.
“What I see? It’s something that might ruin me.”
He stood quickly and his hand wrapped gently around my wrist, guiding me backward. The room felt smaller with every step he took toward me. My calves hit the ottoman at the end of the bed. He sat, legs spread, pulling me down between his thighs.
His fingers traced up my outer thigh, leaving goosebumps like sparks beneath my skin. When he reached the hem of my panties, he paused.
“These,” he murmured. “I should rip them off for keeping me from what’s mine.”
Heat throbbed low in my belly. His gaze flicked to the mirror on the opposite wall.
“Eyes there,” he instructed. “I want you to watch what I do to you.”
He pushed his hand beneath the thin cotton, fingers finding slick heat. Like he knew exactly what he’d done to me already. Two fingers slid into me, curling just right. My knees trembled, hands flying to my chest just to give them something to do.
“That’s it,” he whispered, mouth brushing my neck. “Look at you falling apart already.”
I couldn’t look away. The mirror showed everything: the way his fingers worked inside me, the subtle roll of my hips against his touch, the curve of my mouth falling open as pressure built too fast.
His free hand slid up my belly and around my throat lightly—not holding, just reminding me who was in control as his thumb pressed against my clit.
My gasp cracked open.
“Austin…”
His lips grazed my jaw. “You like watching yourself get ruined?”
I whimpered, my hips rocking helplessly into his hand.
He withdrew his fingers and my whole body protested the loss.
“On your knees,” he rasped. “Now.”
My legs almost gave out, but he caught my chin gently, guiding me down as he stood up. I sank to the floor between his thighs, breath ragged, pulse trembling everywhere his hands had just been.
He leaned forward, voice barely more than a hungry breath.
“Let me see how good that pretty mouth looks begging for me.”
My hands slid to his waistband, fingers brushing the button of his jeans. I met his eyes through my lashes, seeking permission.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Take them off.”
My fingers trembled, working open the button and dragging the zipper down slow, every inch revealing more his thick hard cock.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, the last thing I said before I took him in my mouth.
I took him eagerly, wrapping my lips around him as I slid him deep, pushing to the back of my throat without hesitation. He gripped my ponytail, guiding me as I moved, his voice spilling over in ragged praises.
“Such a perfect mouth.”
“You were made for this.”
“Taking me so fucking well.”
“Deeper, honey, just like that.”
“Look at you, so eager, so fucking good for me.”
His grip tightened, pulling me closer, his words low and dripping with need, each one making me work harder, making me want to take him even farther.
It was a mess, plain and simple. Wet, filthy, and loud.
His cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag, spit dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My lips stretched wide, slick and shiny, working him as deep as I could.
The sounds were pure filth—sloppy, wet noises mixing with my muffled gags and his low, rough groans. I slid my hand lower, cupping his balls, tugging and rolling them. He twitched, his hips bucking into my face, jerking against my grip.
Spit and precum coated my hand as I stroked him where my mouth couldn’t reach. My fingers tightened, dragging more growls from his throat. My face was a wreck, my chin slick, drool smeared everywhere.
He yanked at my hair, guiding me down, forcing me to take him deeper.
My throat flexed, my jaw ached, but I didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop. The mess got worse, the noises louder, the desperation between us building.
It was raw. Dirty. Utterly chaotic. Nothing dainty about it, just heat and need, driving us both.
The briefest thought crossed my mind—if only my mom could see the mess I was making now. She’d be appalled.
The thought made me giggle.
“Char,” he growled, his cock pulsing in my mouth.
He was close, so close, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
I stepped out of my underwear and pushed him to the oversized chair, straddling him so that my thighs were on the outside of his. I dropped down onto him in one smooth motion.
Damn, I missed this. Missed the stretch, the fullness of him, the heat between us. He gripped my hips as a strangled groan tore from his chest, but it was nothing compared to the way my body screamed in relief, in satisfaction.
“Charlie,” Austin said in warning, his voice low, vibrating against my neck, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t wait. I moved, and the world disappeared.