Page 137 of The Charlie Method

After a long, drawn-out moment in which both Will and I sit on pins and needles, Charlie finally releases an agonized breath.

“I wantyou,” she says, and then she kisses him again.

There should be a flicker of jealousy, a spark of resentment, that she keeps kissing him first, but all I feel is anticipation as I watch her lips meet Will’s.

He’s breathing hard by the time she releases him. Then she turns around and crawls on the couch toward me. It’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“And you,” she says, her mouth covering mine. “I wantyou.”

I let her have my tongue, just for a few seconds, a few teasing licks.

“What else?” I rasp. “What else do you want?”

“I want…” Her chest rises as she inhales. She glances toward the window as if to check if the curtains are drawn. They are. She exhales in an unsteady burst. “I want your dick in my mouth.”

Jesus. I don’t even know which one of us she’s asking for, but we both obey. I ease my sweatpants down, releasing my erection. I’m so hard it hurts. On the chaise, Will takes off his pants and tosses them aside, leaving him fully naked, all chiseled abs and tight sinew.

Charlie slides onto the floor in front of me. My heart stops when she grips me, her delicate fingers curling around my shaft to give it a slow, teasing stroke.

Her touch is too soft. It’s torture. I want her nails digging into my thighs. I want the greedy suction of her lips around my cock.

I watch her with a mixture of hunger and frustration. “Suck it,” I beg.

The impish gleam in her eyes tells me she’s not going to make this easy for me. She’s going to tease. Take her time. Draw every ounce of control out of me until I’m left with nothing but raw need.

Sure enough, she releases me and turns her cheek, pressing her mouth to my thigh. My hip. Trailing kisses over my abdomen.

I meet Will’s eyes over her head, and he grins at my strained expression. “I’m kind of enjoying this,” he says, gripping himself as he watches Charlie torment me with kisses. “Keep torturing him, baby.”

“Fuck you, Larsen,” I mumble.

Charlie’s laughter heats my thigh. Her tongue dances over my obliques before finally reaching the one part of me that’s throbbing for her.

She lowers her mouth to my cock. She just grazes the head before she pulls back, smiling, testing my limits.

“Charlie,” I growl. “No more teasing.”

Her tongue darts out to taste me, circling the tip, skimming over the sensitive underside. Will continues to watch us from the chaise, lazily stroking himself.

My fingers find her hair and thread through the silky black strands as she takes me deeper into her mouth. Then she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard enough to make me groan. Pleasure shoots through me like wildfire, spreading fast and relentless. My control slips each time her mouth engulfs me.

She sucks hard and fast, until I’m forced to grind out a warning. “I’m gonna come if you don’t slow down, baby girl.”

Breathless, she pumps me with her hand and offers an amused taunt. “First you want me to stop teasing, now you want me to slow down. Make up your mind, baby boy.”

Will shudders with laughter.

“Fuck off, Larsen—”

I’m cut off by the feel of her mouth sucking me deep again.

Holy hell, she’s trying to kill me. At my hoarse moan, I see her smiling around the head of my dick.

Addicted. I’m addicted to this girl. It’s like she knows exactly how to break me down piece by piece. And it isn’t just the physical connection. There’s something more dangerous lurking beneath the surface, but I can’t let myself think about it. Not now. So I bury those thoughts and focus on the heat of her mouth, the way her tongue slides along my shaft, driving me higher and higher.

When she picks up her pace again, I still her with my hand in her hair. My cock is still caught between her lips as she peers up at me. So sweet and innocent.

“I mean it. Slow down unless you want my come.”

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