Page 103 of The Charlie Method

“Give it to Beck, baby,” he says roughly. “Don’t deprive him of that feeling of you squeezing his big cock when you come. Make him feel good, Charlie.”

There’s something so exhilarating about the way he’s requesting his friend’s pleasure be attended to while sucking on my nipple and fingering my clit.

Beckett’s features stretch taut. He bites into his lip. Then he groans and says, “Yep. Can’t stop it. Jesusfuck.”

He clasps my hips as he shudders with release, keeping my body pressed tight to his. The noises he makes and the way his chest strains with each panted breath detonate my own climax. This one is different from before. It stays localized to the spot where we’re joined, rippling around his dick.

It takes several moments for me to remember how to breathe again. Beckett collapses on top of me before shifting onto his back.

“Goddamn it,” he grunts, staring up at the ceiling.

“Fuck,” Will mutters.

Amused, I look between them. “I can’t figure out if you guys are angry.”

“Not angry,” Will assures me. He releases a breath. “I’ve just never come so fast in my life. Never seen him come that fast either.”

“Unheard of,” Beckett mumbles in agreement. “That was, what, ten strokes?”

“Maybe twenty,” Will says generously.

I laugh. “Again, can’t figure out if you’re complaining.”

“I promise we’re not.” Will rises on his elbow and peers at me ruefully. “But we were supposed to make it good for you, not be too quick on the trigger.”

“Trust me,” I say softly. “It was good for me.”

He slides closer, turning me over so I’m nestled against Beckett’s chest. Will’s dick, still semi-erect, nestles between my ass cheeks as he spoons me. A sense of contentment washes over the bedroom. Beckett runs his fingers through my hair. Will strokes my hip.

But it’s not long before the air changes. Crackles with tension again. When I feel Will’s semi thickening against my ass, I twist my head to grin at him. “Seriously?”

“I can’t help it. You’re too sexy.” He reaches over and takes my hand.

My thighs clench when he proceeds to guide my hand down to Beckett’s groin, curling my fingers around his friend’s shaft.

“Get him hard again,” Will whispers in my ear.

Oh my God.

I wake up at five o’clock the next morning, disoriented for a moment. But I’m not drunk or hungover, so it only takes a nanosecond for the memories to come rushing back. Even if they hadn’t, I’d be able to deduce exactly what occurred based on the naked guy in bed with me. Will is sprawled on his stomach, and even in the shadows, his ass looks magnificent. Beckett was in here when I fell asleep, but he must have gone to his own room sometime during the night.

There’s a soreness between my legs that doesn’t usually happen after a one-night stand. Probably because I fucked two guys last night. Multiple times. Sober.

My throat tightens as anxiety begins to tickle my stomach.

I crawl out of bed, climbing over Will, who rolls onto his back.

“Charlie? You okay?” His voice is thick with sleep.

“I’m good. Just have to take off now. I go to the gym at six every morning.”

“Who goes to the gym at six in the morning?” he mumbles.

Psychopaths, obviously. Which I’m not one of, seeing as how I’m not going to the gym. I’m getting the hell out of here and doing my walk of shame in peace, when the entire neighborhood is still asleep. A neighborhood comprised mostly of off-campus housing.

“Charlie,” Will says, still groggy. “Hold on. Let me walk you out.”

“No, it’s fine. Keep sleeping. Thank you for last night. It was fun.”

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