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She lowered the zipper, and I lifted my hips, my cock springing free as she tugged my pants down.

She smiled softly. “That looks painful.”

“If you tease me much longer, I’m going to lose my mind.” My voice came out slightly harsh, my breathing unstable as she trailed her finger up and down my cock.

My entire body was ready to burst, but I refused to come until I was in her mouth. I needed to feel her tongue on me.

“That’s the idea,” she said, her thumb grazing the tip of my cock.

I groaned as she put her thumb in her mouth and tasted me, her eyes never leaving mine.

Fucking hell. My stomach muscles clenched as she leaned closer, her breath warm on my cock.

“I need your mouth now,” I rasped, my hand gripping her hair, trying not to force her on my cock, even as that was all I could think about doing.

“So impatient,” she teased again, and her tongue licked the tip of my cock.

An inhuman sound escaped from my throat when she finally lowered her head and took my cock into her warm mouth.

Why would I ever let this—her—go?

Chapter 20

CHARLIE

Everycellinmybody clenched at the sounds coming from Josh’s mouth as I moved up and down his cock. I was about as close to losing control as he was. My lower body vibrated as his cock pulsed in my mouth.

His hand in my hair tightened until it bordered on painful, but I loved it. I fucking loved all of it. Bringing him to his knees turned me on and gave me a high similar to being on stage behind my kit.

My nipples pebbled against my bra, and I wanted to pull back, strip, and sink down on his cock.

I tamped down my shudder and lifted my mouth until just his tip was trapped between my lips. I met his gaze and saw his green eyes glittering with barely contained desire. The color was high in his cheeks and his mouth was slightly parted.

“Fucking hell, Charlie. Fuck. Your mouth is a dream.” His words were choppy.

I gripped the base of his cock and sucked the tip, then took him fully into my mouth again.

“Fuck, so close. Don’t stop.” His hips lifted and he thrust to the back of my throat.

I swallowed around the head, saliva pooling in my mouth. I was making a mess, and I loved every minute of it. I continued moving up and down his cock until he pulled on my hair again.

“I’m going to come,” he panted out.

I reached between his legs to cup his balls and gave them a slight tug.

His words were unintelligible, but I didn’t let up.

On the third tug, he froze, his breathing harsh, and with a shout, he came down my throat. I swallowed every last drop before he dragged me off him and up into his lap.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his labored breaths tickling my skin.

“Fuck. You killed me.” His hand squeezed my hip. “I can’t wait to do the same to you.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” I whispered, skating my fingers across his shoulders and upper back.

He chuckled softly. “Give me a minute.”

I rolled my hips, the seam of my jeans brushing against his cock.

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