“Do you?”
“When are you going to stop asking and grow a pair?” I waited. Part of me thought he wouldn’t do it, which was why I said it. The other, less sensible, and more lustful, part of me was begging for it.
“Fine.” With one movement, he got himself up, with another he’d yanked me up and then thrown me over his shoulder, as I requested. I still squealed when he did it, even though it was expected.
“Must give the lady what she wants,” he said, tromping up the stairs. “If you change your mind, then you’ll need to tell me to stop.”
“Got it,” I squeaked. Nearly all the blood in my body had pooled in my head by the time we got to his room. All that blood should have given me enough sense to take back what I’d said.
He chucked me down on the bed like a sack of potatoes. I bounced and then came to rest. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked up to find him standing there, as if he was waiting for something.
“Come here,” I said, reaching for him. He dived forward, catching himself with his arms so he didn’t crush me. He paused for a fraction of a second to let me tell him to stop, but I just pressed myself upward to capture his lips.
I didn’t know if I could tell him to stop.
Zan
It was the most shocking thing she’d ever said. All the time we’d been together, I hadn’t pushed her, had pulled back when she’d kissed me harder, never once thinking that she wanted more.
I wanted to ask her once again if she was sure, but her lips and her legs wrapping around me did the job of silencing me.
For a girl who didn’t have a lot of experience, she sure knew how to kiss. Maybe like people who were naturally good at singing, you could be naturally good at…
Charlotte tugging at the bottom of my shirt interrupted my mental ramblings.
“Shirt off,” she said, kissing my neck.
“Yes, my lady,” I said, biting her earlobe.
I yanked my shirt over my head and she ran her hands over my scars and traced some of the branches of my tattoo.
“I want to study this later.”
“You can study it all you want.”
“Later.” Her mouth went back to mine as her hands raced up and down my bare back. Fuck, she felt so good.
“Your shirt off,” I said, kissing from her ear to her neck, sucking on her sweet skin.
“If you insist…Hopefully it will be better than last time.” She sat up, and I helped her get the shirt off.
“Sweet fuck,” I hissed.
“That’s my line,” she said, tossing the shirt on the floor.
“Are you trying to make me lose it?”
“Blame Katie,” She said lying back so I could get a better look at the red lace bra. “So you like red, huh?”
“It’s my new favorite color.”
I dipped my head and kissed between her br**sts, nuzzling them with my nose. I heard her gasp a little and I kissed her over the fabric. If we were going to do this, I was going to make it worth her while.
My pants were now unbearably tight, but I was going to make this about her, and that meant I was going to have to deal with my hard-on. I should be used to it by now.
As pretty as the red bra was, I wanted to see what was under it, but she was tugging at my pants.
“Pants off?” I said peering up at her from between her br**sts. I could almost see her heart pounding.
“Yes, please.”
My hands moved down and undid the button of her jeans.
“I meant yours,” she said as I ever so slowly worked her zipper down. Then I dipped my tongue into her navel and she stopped talking.
“Has anyone ever told you,” I said, kissing from her navel downwards, “that you talk too much?”
“You,” she moaned. “And Will.”
“I don’t want to talk about your brother right now.”
“Good idea,” she breathed as I slowly started peeling her jeans off. I was really enjoying this. I’d never taken so much pleasure in going so slow before. Her every moan was worth it.
I was powerless as her fingers hooked into my belt loops and pulled me back to her mouth after I’d gotten her jeans off and reveal a matching set of red lace panties.
“Charlotte,” I growled as she undid the button on my pants, the zipper and started pulling them off me.
“I’m sure this isn’t probably how it normally goes, but I’ll get better at it. I just need some practice.”
The second her hand touched my dick through my boxers, I knew that if she touched it again, we weren’t going to get anywhere. I moved as fast as I could, pinning her underneath me. She shrieked, but it was a playful shriek.
“I don’t want you to touch me until I have had my way with you. Understand? You said you wanted to get off, so I’m going to get you off. You asked for it, so that’s what I’m going to do.”
“I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“I’ve never been this f**king turned on before.”
“Me neither.”
She leaned forward and kissed my chest. The scarred side. I shuddered as her tongue circled my nipple.
“I thought I was the one getting you off.”
“Tit for tat, sir.”
“My turn, my lady.”
Leaning forward, I kissed her lips softly, and then harder before moving down her neck and to her br**sts again.
“I probably should have asked if you have a condom before we started all these shenanigans.”
“I have some in the drawer.”
She froze, and I stopped kissing her.
“How long have they been there? Don’t they have an expiration date? Have you been tested for STD’s? Oh my God, I should have asked beforehand. What is wrong with me? I always get mad at those girls who –”
I put my finger on her lips to silence the torrent of words.
“I have a non-expired condom. Several, actually. I had a physical just before I came to school and got a clean bill of health, and you were caught up in the moment.”
“Still doesn’t excuse my lack of common sense.”
“You have more common sense than any girl I know.”
“I’m talking too much again, aren’t I?”
I kissed her mouth and that cut off the talking.
Chapter Thirty-four
Lottie
“Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?”
“You don’t want to know,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh as his fingers stroked me.
He’d absolutely ravaged me.
“I don’t think I can move.”
“You don’t have to.” He pulled himself up until he was next to me, but his fingers were still working, teasing, before he plunged them inside me.
“I can’t –”
“You know, the French call an orgasm. Le petit mort, or the little death.” He increased his pace with each word and crooked his fingers so they hit the exact right spot inside me. My h*ps reached for his hand and met his every thrust.
I felt like I was dying.
“Come for me, pretty girl. Let yourself die a little,” he whispered in my ear as I came around his fingers, crying out.
I watched him stick his fingers in his mouth and suck. It was unbelievably sexy.
“Did that meet your satisfaction, my lady?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
I dragged my finger down his chest, stopping just short of his boxers. I felt guilty that he’d gone down on me, and I hadn’t done anything for him.
Besides, I wanted to see him. To touch him. To give him a little something of what he’d given me. Even if I couldn’t deep throat him like a p*rn star, I could at least give a hand job a go.
“Charlotte.”
“Oh, hush. It’s my turn.” I rolled onto my side so I could get easier access before he helped me get his boxers off.
Well, hello there sir.
I’d seen a few penises in my lifetime. Having a twin brother had given me an intimate knowledge of the organ. Still, it didn’t mean I knew what to do with it now that I had one in my hand.
“Shit, Charlotte,” he said, throwing his head back as I started to stroke him with my hand. I wasn’t doing a whole lot, but he seemed to like it. I went faster and he groaned, fisting the sheets in his hands.
I had him in the palm of my hand.
“God, I want to be inside you,” he hissed through his teeth.
I looked down at his dick in my hand. It was a lot larger than a few fingers. Was I ready for that?
“Fuck it. You got that condom?”
His eyes went wide.
“Are you sure?”
“I love you. I want you. You gave me something. Now I want to give you something.”
He kissed me hard while reaching into the night stand beside the bed and pulling out a condom.
“This I can do,” I said taking it from him and ripping it, and rolling it on like I’d been doing it for years. He gave me a look.
“It’s a long story involving me and Lexie and some bananas. I’ll tell you later,” I said to his unanswered question before claiming his lips again.
“Jesus, I love you.”
“Right back atcha.”
He lay on top of me, skin to skin, chest to chest. It was the most connected I’d ever been to another person.
“This is your show, Charlotte.” He put his arms around me and rolled, taking me with him until I was on top.
I’d read about this more than a few times, so I braced myself on the headboard before I pulled myself up, grabbed his dick and started to lower myself.
Yes, a penis was a lot bigger than two fingers. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t make any sounds of pain, because it did hurt, but not as much as I thought it would.
“Go slow.” His fingers dug into my hips, and I knew they would leave marks. Ever so slowly, he slid into me until I had him completely inside.
“Wow.” I gazed down at him and realized we would never be closer than we were at this moment.
“You feel so damn good, pretty girl.” I leaned down and kissed him before starting to move my hips.
He moved with me, rising to meet me. Our bodies moved together, as if they were made for one another. Two puzzle pieces that had gotten separated and had found one another again.
“We fit together,” I said as the pressure built and I was about to lose myself again. I cried out as I found it, and he swore a few moments later, and I felt him spend himself into me.
I collapsed on his chest, totally wrung out.
Zan
We lay together for a long time after I pulled out and tossed the condom and she went to take care of her own needs.
“You don’t act like a virgin,” I said, tracing random letters on her back.
“You don’t act like a man whore. Except that thing with your tongue.” She shivered with the memory. I’d hoped she would like that.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. That’s why I wanted to.” She took my hand and kissed my palm. “It was… It was more than the sensations. It was something we shared. Something I haven’t shared with anyone else. Something I’ll never share with anyone else. It’s yours and mine. Always.”