Page 117 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Just like that, baby,” he urges as I move him in and out of my mouth. He’s too big, but I let him slip down my throat as much as I can until I choke and have to retreat.

“God, yes,” he grits, his jaw clenched. I can feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten as his cock grows impossibly longer and thicker. “Suck my cock, baby.”

Warmth blooms in my core, spreading through my body like a wildfire. Water drips over my head and slides down my face, but I don’t care.

“You’re so fucking good, Bailey. Such a good fucking girl.”

I mewl in appreciation and he lets out a string of curses. I work him deeper until he’s touching the back of my throat. One hand rests on his upper thigh for balance, while my other hand strokes him.

He holds my face, sliding into me. My eyes water, but I hold his gaze, letting him fuck my mouth. He moves faster and faster, a sense of urgency building. I resist the urge to touch myself,desperate to make him come.

“Where can I come, Bailey?” he asks, his voice pained. I continue to suck and jerk him, not letting up until he’s spilling over into my mouth. Hot beads of come shoot down my throat as he comes with a hoarse cry, leaning over me and collapsing against the wall of the shower.

I release him with a pop and lick my lips.

Charlie’s eyes darken with a look deeper than lust, something I don’t understand. A shiver of fear runs up my spine, but I don’t have time to react before he’s grabbing me and pulling me to him. “Come here.”

Charlie

I wash Bailey’s hair, rubbing her scalp in slow, soothing circles. Her little moans of pleasure make my cock hard again and it’s not long before it’s rubbing against her back.

“God, you have the sex drive of a demon,” she scoffs, though she tries to hide a smile. I bend down, placing a kiss to the hollow where her neck meets her shoulder and she lets out a soft sigh.

While I comb conditioner through her hair with my fingers, my mind’s stuck on the possibility of this thing between us ending soon. When we made the deal, I thought this would be a couple weeks thing, tops, but it’s turned into so much more than that.

I want her around too fucking much. Constantly. I want her in my bed, in my kitchen cooking with me. I want to watch her sleep and hold her when she cries. Me. Hold a woman when she cries? I’ve always run the other way.

What the fuck has she done to me?

I want to ruin her for any other man. I want her to only be able to come for me. I’ve never been a possessive asshole, but here I am, thinking of ways that I can keep the one thing I said I would give up. She wants to learn, explore, get to do all the things she couldn’t do when she was with that scummy asshole. How the fuck would I be any better if I stood in her way?

So, I’ll have to find a way to give her up.

“Can I wash you, too?” she asks timidly, her eyes drifting up my body until they land on mine. I hand her the soap, steeling myself against the feeling of her fingertips dancing over my skin . . .

She lathers her hands, running them up over my shoulders, down to my pecs and then lower to my abs. She takes her time, like I had, though her featherlight touches send goosebumps up the back of my neck. I turn around and she washes my back. When I turn back around, she looks unsure.

“Lower.”

She bites her lip, getting more soap and then moving lower. She washes around my cock, careful not to touch it, like it might fall off if she gets too close. The first graze of her hands on my balls has me feeling like I’m going to explode. It’s like electricity is coursing through my body, straight to my dick.

She looks up at me through her lashes, before taking me in her soaped-up hand and stroking me from base to tip.

I let out a groan and lean my forehead against hers. She reaches up on her tiptoes and her lips lightly brush over mine.

Fuck . . .

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers, still stroking me.

Without hesitation, I take her face in my hands, kissing herlike I need to. God knows it feels that way. She tastes like sunshine, the ocean, and everything good in this world. When she moans into my mouth, I take the chance to slip my tongue inside. My chest swells and I violently fight not to tell her I want to forget about the deal.

When I can’t take anymore, I cut the shower and grab a towel. Hastily, I dry her off and wrap a towel around each of us, before tugging her to the bedroom.

She jumps into my arms and I pull her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. Our mouths collide and her towel falls, baring herself to me. My heart burns, begging for her to open herself up to me. She takes my face in her hands, pulling me so close I can barely breathe, but I fucking love it.

“Fuck me,” she breathes against my lips and I lose my composure.

I turn and drop her to the bed, kneeling over her.

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