Page 93 of Never Kiss and Tell

My body clenches and my orgasm takes me by surprise. Charlie holds me up when my legs give out.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he rasps before diving back between my legs to lick me through my orgasm. When it becomes too much, too sensitive, I push at him with a gasp. God, does this man ever stop?

Finally, he releases me, standing up between my legs. With a groan that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, he presses kisses along my jaw, hissing through his teeth when I palm him through his jeans.

I want him so bad my body aches to touch him. If it wasn’t Andi’s bachelorette party, I would beg him to take me home, just to get rid of these feelings.

“You need to get back. Your friends are going to come looking for you.”

“But, you’re still hard.” I reach between us and cup him through his jeans, moving my fingers along the hard ridge of his cock.

His eyes darken and he captures my hand. “Make no mistake, princess. I’m still punishing you when you get home.”

He grabs a paper towel and wets it in the sink. Pushing my legs apart, he cleans me gently. It’s sweet, even if it’s in a dirty club bathroom in the heart of New Orleans. His eyes meet mine, his lips parting slightly and I realize I’m desperate to kiss him. It’s a dangerous thing, wanting to feel so consumed by someone that you’re debating on giving up your morals just to have them.

Charlie steps forward, lifting my face up with a finger under my chin. He leans in, my breath hitches and my stomach tightens when I think he’s going to kiss me, but he kisses my forehead, instead, bypassing my lips, altogether.

“Oh, and princess, drink some water. I’m going to make you sweat tonight.”

He winks, before disappearing out of the bathroom, leaving me staring after him. I’m just making my way back downstairs when I get a text on my phone.

Charlie: Remember what I said about another man’s hands on you.

My hands tremble as I stare down at the text, but I don’t respond. My legs ache as I make my way back to the table, completely spent. On my way, I order a shot of tequila and a bottle of water, almost finishing both on my way back.

Lionel is tongue-deep in the guy from earlier, practically dry humping on the dance floor and Andi and her cousins are taking shots at our table.

“Bailey!” Andi squeals, a lot drunker than I am. She reaches out and snatches my hand, almost tumbling off of her stool.

“What did I miss?” I ask, sliding into a seat, next to her. “Sorry, had to find the bathroom.”

Andi eyes me deviously, taking her shot with her cousins and cheering loudly.

“Oh, just a couple guys hitting on me. Nothing spectacular,” she slurs, leaning in and dropping her voice. “Hey, by the way, how’s my brother?”

When I choke on my drink, Andi laughs and slaps my back as I cough. Every nerve in my body freezes, like it’s just been thrown in cold water, but Andi doesn’t seem to care.

I look at her with what I’m sure is a deer-in-the-headlights expression, to which she wrinkles her nose, raises her next shot to me and throws it back. When she slams it on the table infront of herself, she wraps her arm around my shoulders, squeezes me and places a kiss to my cheek.

“At least he finally found a good girl.”

Charlie

Jesus Christ.

My dick throbs in my jeans, still painfully hard from the club.

I couldn’t resist when she texted me. I knew she was taunting me, trying to spur me on when she told me she was letting other men touch her, but I fucking went anyway.

As soon as I get home, I do a couple laps in the pool to calm myself down. When that doesn’t help, I move to the living room and do sit ups, then pushups until I near the threat of muscle fatigue.

Sweat runs down my forehead and stings my eyes. My heart beats wildly in my chest. I either need to fuck her, raw and hard, or go to the gym and spar with the biggest motherfucker I can find. If I got Rodriguez in the ring right now, I’d probably win on sheer force of agitation and adrenaline.

“Holy fuck.” Bailey’s soft voice breaks through myconcentration as I move through my fiftieth pushup. She eyes me up and down, her eyes growing hazy with lust as she takes in my bare chest. I stop, letting my gaze travel up her bare legs, to the skirt that’s too short, to that godforsaken corset top.

Fuck.

Hunger hits with me brutal force, my dick rock hard. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but also the sexiest. It’s no wonder men at the club couldn’t stay away from her. She practically screamsfuck me.

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