Page 57 of The Power Play

I smile around him but can’t respond because the way he flexes his hips, thrusting forward makes me gag once again. He also seems to be heading toward a powerful orgasm because his thrusts speed up, and so does the pace of his fingers.

I buck up against his hand, wanting more of everything he’s giving me, and he does the same, his movements become jerky and erratic. I can tell he’s holding back trying to get me there first, but I’m not far, I just can’t say anything.

“I’m gonna come, oh fuck,” he moans, and I dig my nails into the skin of his ass, pulling him into me more because I want him to come in my mouth, I want everything he’s going to give me.

His noises of pleasure have me barreling toward my own release and I cry out around him as I detonate, the orgasm hitting me so hard and so fast I almost have to pull my mouth off him to breathe, but then he’s coming with a shout. Filling my mouth, I swallow quickly. I lick the tip of his cock one last time as he’s pulling out, and it sends a shudder through him.

My legs feel like jello from my own release. Seeing him lose it like that, and feeling the power I had over him makes me feel even more satisfied than the orgasm he just gave me.

I sit up, feeling a little dizzy from the blood that has rushed to my head from the position I was maintaining. Charlie must notice because he’s suddenly on the bed, pulling me against him as he scoots us back against the headboard. He keeps his arms wrapped around me, and again, I don’t immediately pull away.

Maybe it’s because I feel like Charlie needs this.

Maybe because it actually feels kind of nice and I don’t want to ruin it.

I try not to dwell too much on the second thought.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asks, breaking the silence we’ve found ourselves in now that our heavy breathing has subsided a bit.

“I’m okay. What about you?” I turn to look up at him.

He has a wide smile on his face, it almost gives him a boyish look about him. Very different from the serious look he has when he’s fucking me and telling me what to do. Because I really like that look on him. I also like the look he gives me when he seems in awe when I’m the one telling him what to do.

Shit, I like a lot of looks on him.

Maybe I kind of like him.

If this was a movie, a record scratch would have just played at that thought. Do I like Charlie? Likelikehim?

I feel myself start to panic at the thought, suddenly his arms feel too claustrophobic, his body too hot, my skin feels too tight on my body, and I just need to breathe.

Doing my best not to show any of this to him, I pull away and climb out of the bed. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I mumble.

Once I’m locked inside, I grip the counter and look at myself in the mirror. I am very familiar with how I look after I orgasm. I see it a lot during my shows, butthislook is different to me. I’m still flushed, my hair is wild and tangled, lips swollen and red, but it’s my eyes. There’s the shine from the unshed tears from the brutal blowjob, but it’s not just that. They look brighter if that’s even possible. Like I’m holding them open wider, but why would I do that?

I must just be going crazy, that’s what this is. It’s orgasm induced insanity. I know getting dick-matized is a thing, I’ve told Chandler that before and it’s true. That’s all this is, and I need to calm the fuck down.

“You okay?” Charlie calls, I can sense the nervousness in his voice. He probably thinks he hurt me or something.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” I try to sound cheery to not panic him even more.

I splash some water on my face, and quietly repeat my affirmations.

I am so lucky everything works out for me.

Then, I head back into the bedroom.

Charlie grabbed some water and is standing by the door to hand it to me. I give him a wide smile, “Thanks.”

I take a big gulp because I didn’t realize how thirsty I actually was.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, and I can tell he’s having his own freak out, but I know his is vastly different from mine.

“Yeah, I’m great. There’s a few more hours of nighttime left, want to try and get more sleep?” I ask, already starting to climb into the bed.

“Yeah, okay,” he joins me and just like before he pulls me against him in an embrace.

I’m battling with the conflict in my mind and decide I need to diffuse the moment with some humor. I turn slightly in Charlie’s arms and give him a sly smile. “So, when are you going to suggest we add in one of your teammates?”

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