Page 102 of The Charlie Method

“And then when Beck has his turn, you’d let him come inside you too?”

My pussy involuntarily squeezes him again, and he lets out a strangled cry.

Beckett chuckles, planting a kiss on my thigh before looking up at me with a devilish gleam in his eye. “Ah, that’s what it is. You want both of us to fill you up.”

I moan.

And that’s it. I’m gone. I start rocking back against Will at the same time as I grip Beckett’s blond hair and hold him against my pussy, practically forcing him to lick it. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks on it.

The orgasm sweeps through me. I cry out in pleasure, squeezing Will’s dick as I grind on Beckett’s tongue. Pain jolts through my hip from Will’s fingertips digging into it. I hear his low, growled curse as he suddenly thrusts one final time, as deep as he can go, and trembles from his own release.

It takes a few seconds to register the sound of Beckett’s laughter.

My eyelids flutter open to find him rolling his eyes at Will.

“This wasn’t supposed to be a quickie,” Beckett tells him, lips pressed together in mirth.

“Bro, you have no idea how good she feels.” Will nips my shoulder, then licks away the sting. His chest is still heaving. “You feel so good, Charlie.”

He pulls out slowly, and I ache at the loss. Will rolls onto his back and takes the condom off, but I don’t feel anywhere near done yet. Once again, the urgency is gone, but my body continues to hum with awareness. I swallow as Beckett crawls up my body and kisses me. His cock is heavy against my leg.

I reach between us and say, “Get a condom.”

Will stretches out his arm to grab another square packet. He tosses it to Beckett, who wastes no time putting it on.

Without a word, I meet his gaze and part my thighs for him. His eyes flash, nostrils flaring as he moves between my spread legs. He grips his shaft and guides it to the place where his friend was slamming into mere minutes ago. It should feel dirty. Wrong and taboo. Perverted or depraved or whatever other judgment someone like Agatha might spew in my direction if she knew what was happening right now.

But all I can focus on is the need in Beckett’s eyes and how badly he wants me. How badly I want him.

He pushes inside me, and I gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. He’s thicker than Will, so it’s a different type of stretch. It feels like heaven.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers.

His chin rests on my shoulder for a moment, lips grazing it before he rises on his knees, grips my hips, and pulls my body toward him. He fucks me in that position while Will lies beside me, playing with my nipples and kissing my neck.

“You were right,” he tells Will. His voice grows hoarse as his gaze shifts to me. “Your pussy is goddamn paradise. I want to live in it forever.”

My own pleasure is building again, his reverent words only fueling it. I lift my hips to meet his slow, teasing thrusts.

“Can you come again?” he asks.

I nod. “If you go faster.”

Beckett increases the tempo, each deep plunge hitting a spot inside me that makes me gasp for air.

“Will,” he says while his gaze stays locked with mine.

“I got you.” Will licks his fingers and then slides his hand between us to where we’re joined.

I moan the second he touches my clit.

Beckett drives into me harder. “I’m going to come soon,” he warns.

“This wasn’t supposed to be a quickie,” Will mocks.

Beckett chokes out a laugh.

I gasp when Will rubs my clit faster.

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