Page 130 of Between the Lines

Beautiful color spreads across her skin. She’s so pale, it’s easy to see her flush with pleasure. Standing like I am, with her sprawled before me on the bed, I see everything.

I never want to look away.

Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her hair mussed. There will be no hiding what we’ve done after this, and fuck, I’m at my sister’sparty with her friends. I’ll figure out a way out the back. Carry Charlotte in my arms and get straight into a car.

She arches beneath me, and I fuck her faster. All the built-up need makes it hard to think about anything else but being inside her, getting closer to her.

I already knew she liked vibrations. Seeing her now, I’m reminded of just how much. She moans every single time I hit deep inside her.

Fuck sliced bread or electricity. This cock ring is the best thing ever invented.

Gripping her thighs, I use them as leverage to drive into her harder. Her moans get louder, and I’m dimly aware that could be a bad thing, that this is a party, but the thought dies as soon as it hatches. There’s no space for it.

She’s so pretty it hurts to look. I want to fuck her harder, and I want to stroke my hands over her skin and take care of her. I want both at the same time. Consume her, but also cherish her.

Her breathing ratchets up, and I know she’s close. I’ve learned the signs. On the next thrust, I stay seated inside her. My dick protests with a throbbing ache at the sudden lack of movement.

I groan and look down at where the silicon of the ring presses against her clit.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, her back arching. “Oh my god, Aiden, that’s….”

I reach down and increase the vibration speed by a setting or two. And then I start to feel her tighten around me with the first tremors of her orgasm.

Every muscle in my body tenses with the effort not to thrust. To stay inside her, ring to clit, and just ride out her waves. I nearly growl.

Charlotte arches higher off the bed. She moans and comes beneath me, around me; her muscles squeeze me tight enough that my vision fogs at the edges.

It sends me over the edge.

I come with a groan. It feels like I’m dying, electricity zapping down my spine, straight to my cock. Not moving, not thrusting, just letting it race through me. It’s a different kind of pain I’ve never experienced before.

It’s so fucking intense that I have to close my eyes, my hands gripping Charlotte’s thighs tightly.

“Aiden,” she moans, and my control snaps. I grind into her—once, twice—with the last spurts of my own climax.

When I finally open my eyes, it’s to a sweaty, happy, gorgeous Charlotte lying in front of me on the bed. I’m still standing. Somehow. It’s a miracle.

Slowly, I pull out, and she winces a bit as the vibrations cease against her clit. I stroke my thumb over her pussy. “Sensitive?”

“Incredibly,” she says. “That was... I’ve never experienced that before.”

I tie off the condom. “Me, neither. Fuck.”

“That ring might be the best thing I’ve ever been given,” she says.

I toss the condom and return to her, still splayed on the bed in this random guest room. I gather her into my arms, and she turns to me immediately. Loose and willing, warm and smiling.

“This isn’t how I imagined fucking you again after all this time,” I confess against her temple.

She chuckles. “At a party? With merch gifted by your sister?”

I groan. “Don’t mention that part, ever.”

“I didn’t imagine this, either.” She leans back in my arms, her light-brown hair spread out around her. Her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting, with a smudge of mascara under the lid. She lookssweaty, and happy, and alive. “But nothing with you has ever been how I’ve imagined it.”

CHAPTER 47

CHARLOTTE

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