Page 126 of The Charlie Method

“Don’t die yet. Let me come on your face first.”

He gives a deep laugh. “Christ. I can’t believe I’ve been sitting two rows ahead of you all semester without ever seeing this side of you. Why have you been hiding?”

“Social necessity.”

“Well, it’s a goddamn waste. I like this Charlotte.”

He strokes my thighs, sending a ripple of warmth up my body. Then he pushes the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my pussy.

Beckett hums a sound of approval. “Fuck. So pretty, baby. Can I kiss it?”

I nod wordlessly.

He leans in, but he doesn’t do anything just yet, his lips ghosting over my skin, so close but maddeningly far.

“Beckett…” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me.

He presses his mouth to my core, and a shiver of pleasure rolls through me. I want to close my eyes, to lose myself in the moment, but I can’t stop staring at him. At the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters.

And maybe that’s the thing that gets me—the way Beckett makes me feel like this. Like I can let go of everything, like it’s okay to be selfish for a minute. To just be here, with him, like this. He and Will are so good at that, pushing me to feel things I didn’t know I could feel and making me forget about everything else.

“You have to be quiet,” he warns against my heated flesh.

And then he starts to lick.

Lick and kiss and suck and tease until I can barely stay upright. I watch him as he pleasures me. He’s so focused, so devoted to making me feel good, like this is the only place he wants to be and the only task he wants to be doing.

My knees start trembling when he captures my clit between his lips and gently flicks his tongue over it. I almost keel over, so he brings one hand to my waist, holding me steady.

“I got you. Just keep grinding my face like that. That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”

Every part of me is tight and hot. My clit throbs painfully, pulsing when he swirls his tongue around it. One strong hand keeps me pinned against the wall. The other moves between my thighs, two fingers sliding inside me. I rock against his eager mouth and take every ounce of pleasure he has to offer, shuddering when the orgasm finally rolls through me. Beckett stays with me for it, nuzzling my thigh, lazily thrusting his fingers, until finally he gives me one last kiss and rises to his feet.

He licks his lips. “That was fucking delicious.”

When I notice the erection straining against his jeans, I smile and reach for him. “Looks painful. Need help taking care of that?”

“You don’t have to. I was trying to distractyou, remember?”

“What’s your next class?”

“Sustainable Development. Why?”

I quirk up a brow. “How are you ever going to pay attention in Sustainable Development with this big rock in your pants?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but I’m already unzipping him, pushing his jeans and boxers down. His dick slides out, thick and hard. Desire surges through me, spurring me to sink to my knees and wrap my fingers around him. When I take him in my mouth, he groans and grips my hair.

I give one long, thorough lick before peering up at him. “I have to be at the lab soon,” I say before swallowing him up.

“That your way of saying you want me to fuck your mouth hard and fast?”

I smile around his shaft, humming an assent. He groans again and gives me exactly what I asked for. He thrusts again and again, hips flexing, hands cupping my head to guide me along his length. I don’t expect him to last long, and he doesn’t.

“Goddamn, nobody’s ever made me come as fast as you do,” he grits out, and I bask in a sense of satisfaction, giddy with feminine power, as he spills down my throat. I swallow the familiar flavor that had my blood burning with need last weekend.

Breathing hard, I get to my feet and smooth out my skirt and hair. Noticing he’s still erect, I give him a teasing stroke. He gazes down at my french-tip fingernails wrapped around him, at the drop of semen still pooled at his tip.

“Babe,” he says with mischief in his eyes. “How do you feel about hand modeling?”

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