Page 99 of The Charlie Method

My heart races at the challenge. Will caresses my breast, squeezing with just the faintest pressure. I bite my lip, inhaling when his thumb plays with my nipple over my sweater, teasing it into a tight bud.

With each stroke of Beckett’s fingers against my clit, a moan threatens to escape, but I press my lips shut to stop it. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. I start trembling from the effort to keep quiet.

Will’s tongue circles my earlobe. “I can see how close you are. You want it so bad, don’t you? You want to scream.”

His breath against my skin elicits a hot shiver, and I nearly lose it right then, the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter. I clamp down on the sounds that hover in the back of my throat, barely holding on.

Will nuzzles my neck, pinching my nipples. “That’s it, baby. Let yourself feel good.”

The pressure inside me mounts. Beckett’s fingertips dip in the moisture pooled at my opening, using that wetness to tease and circle my clit.

Oh my God. He’s right. I want toscream. My mind is a haze of pleasure and restraint, every nerve ending alive and tingling. My surroundings fade, my vision blurring.

Through the fog, I hear Beckett’s voice, that faint accent mocking me. “Let us hear you, baby girl.”

I draw a ragged breath. My hips lift of their own volition, desperately seeking his fingers. Craving relief. I don’t know how I do it, stay silent. This is beyond torture. My teeth bite painfully into my lip to stifle a sound.

Sensing how close I am, the boys ratchet up the torment, doing everything in their power to break me.

“Are you going to let us fuck you tonight?” Beckett leans forward to brush his lips over mine while he rubs tight circles around my clit.

I swallow another moan.

“We want to so bad.” Will’s tongue finds my neck again, licking a line up my throat.

I know he wants it. I feel his erection pressing against my ass. I see Beckett’s straining in his pants.

“Tell us you want it,” Will whispers in my ear. “Say yes.”

It’s impossible to think, let alone speak, with the way Beckett is working my pussy, those talented fingers applying more pressure on my clit. I rock into his hand, getting his palm slick with my arousal.

Will kisses his way up the side of my neck, his lips dragging along my jaw until he’s nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.

His eyes lock on to mine. Gleaming. “Say yes.”

Beckett slips his finger inside me.

“Yes!” I cry out.

The orgasm crashes over me. My body convulses, hips moving, inner muscles tightening as I come hard enough for black dots to obscure my vision. Every inch of my body pulses with satisfaction. I ride it out, gasping, and when the pleasure finally ebbs, I collapse back against Will’s chest, breathing hard.

Both guys are peering down at me, their expressions a mix of hunger and amusement.

“You lose,” Beckett says.

“Did I really?” I croak out. “’Cause from where I’m sitting, two hot guys just brought me to orgasm. I call that a win.”

That draws a chuckle from Will. “She’s got you there, bro.”

I take another breath, slightly concerned that my heart rate doesn’t seem to be slowing. “So…um…what now?”

Will pulls me up so I’m fully seated. “Anything you want, Charlie.”

“We’ve got all night,” Beckett agrees with a half smile. “No pressure. Just…options.”

“Okay. Well,” I say, my voice wobbling a bit, “maybe we should go upstairs and talk about these…options.”

Beckett’s smile widens.

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