Page 123 of Set Me On Fire

My smile faded, his intensity, the implications of his words washing over me, but… No one would do anything that I had done if they had a brain in their head. I would never have taken the job, never fallen into bed with any of them, never even gone to the party, if I had any sense. It went right back to that first night. I should never have rushed towards the oil fire, trying to put it out when all I had was a boring one day training session I barely paid attention to. So if I was caught up in a string of one dumb choice after another, I may as well commit to doing them all. My heels slid across his covers and I could tell by his expression that he never thought I’d do this. There was a look of glee, of self-congratulation, then of something else far more profound as I revealed my most secret flesh.

“Just like that, baby.” His voice was broken, ragged. “Slide your fingers down. That’s it.” He knelt down, his hands wrapping around my ankles to drag me towards the edge and onto his face.

Fuck.

I couldn’t help but see them, the husbands and wives, then Dave and his phalanx of hot girls. Even Knox and Noah, they flashed through my mind, right as his tongue flicked out. They had all stood in the way of this. No timid little lick for him, Charlie seemed intent on tasting every inch of me all at thesame time. I squirmed, forcing his hands to wrap around my thighs and keep me right where I was. His tongue buried itself inside me, giving me some relief while making me ache for something far harder, his chin working rhythmically against me as he pulsed it in and out. It wasn’t until I was crying out, my hands buried in his hair and tugging hard, that his lips prised themselves off my clit and he sucked in a breath.

“Now? Tell me you’re fucking ready for me, because…”

I hauled him up, not able to rest until his weight was pinning me to the bed. My leg was pulled up, forcing me open, and his cock took control of all territory surrendered.

“Now…?”

There was something far more vulnerable in his voice as he asked that question again. His eyes burned phosphorescent blue in the low light as he moved our bodies until they fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Now,” I said with a frantic nod, feeling the head of his cock graze the place I needed him most, right before he surged in.

“Ah…!”

My nails dug into his shoulders, my whole body bucking up into his as I felt every inch disappear inside me. One long rocking movement and it felt like he was raking across something so exquisitely sensitive it almost hurt.

“Tell me this is what you need,” he rasped into my ear. “Tell me nothing ever felt so damn right.”

But I couldn’t, not with words anyway. With every thrust, he silenced me and had me crying out at the same time. My hands slapped down on his buttocks, digging in as I met him stroke for stroke.

I didn’t know what this was like for him. All I knew was I was half out of my head, heels dragging across the bedcovers as I fought to gain purchase, wanting and needing more. His hands slapped down on the bed on either side of my head and hecontinued to stare, right as he tilted my hips upwards. Fuck, that change in angle was destroying me.

“I’m gonna…”

Do what? I couldn’t seem to finish that sentence. What was happening went beyond words, beyond concepts. I was a balloon, thin skinned and sensitive, filling rapidly with water, swelling and swelling until a hot, desperate sensation rushed through me. I felt a terrible moment akin to the second when you feel like you’ll burst if you don’t pee, but I wasn’t doing the need-to-piss dance in a toilet stall. I was here, on his bed, feeling his thrusts slice through the ecstasy, provoking more, right before I burst.

“That’s it,” he crowed. “That’s fucking it. Come, baby. Yeah, just like that.”

But whatever the fuck this was, it was all new to me, my voice a ragged shriek right as I lost all control.

Warm wetness, that’s what I felt as I came back to myself, well beyond the usual leak of a guy’s cum. No, I looked down in horror as he pulled back, a smug smile on his face.

“Did I…?”

Was this some freaking horrible side effect of pregnancy? All I could see was Judy’s endless trips to the loo at work. My cheeks flushed bright red as he pulled himself free.

“Cover my cock in girl cum?” He seemed so pleased by this, almost arrogant, as his hand worked his dick, the swollen red head disappearing and reappearing from his foreskin’s sheath. “Now I’m gonna return the favour. You want my cum, don’t you, baby?”

I nodded, not even sure what I was agreeing to, as my head was spinning, but my stomach jumped as the first splatter hit my skin. His vicious joy was contagious, leaving me with a choice. Glory in the fact he’d nearly taken my head off, making me come hard on that tricky curved dick.

Or wallow in shame.

Joy, I’d take joy every damn time.

“Oh my god,I made a total mess of your bed,” I groaned as he slid off the bed and retrieved a towel for clean-up.

“Nope.” He dropped the towel on the bed, then pulled me free to clean me up meticulously. “Don’t wanna brag, but this has happened enough times for me to be prepared.” The blanket beneath us was bundled up and taken to a laundry basket, and the bed below was clean and dry. “But maybe let me know if you want round two.” He laid me down and squeezed in behind me, pressing kisses to the nape of my neck. My head was tilted back, his thumb resting on my pulse as he kissed me slowly. “I’ve got plenty of waterproof blankets. We can trash every single one of them if you want.”

I did want.

It was hard not to put that night down to drunken enthusiasm, the way we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but now I was forced to confront the fact that it was more. During the night he barely bothered to wake me, stroking me gently until I started to moan, then squirm, shushing me back to sleep, right as he hooked my top leg back over his hip. In a series of slow rocking strokes, he fucked me from awake back to sleep, so I was lost in a sensual haze I never wanted to escape, coming over and over until the morning sun rose.

“So…”Charlie peered down at me once my eyes were fully open. “I need you to promise not to hold my nephews against me.”