Page 104 of Brace and Chase

We kiss for what seems like hours—it’s not like I could ever have enough time kissing him—and I think we both need that time to get back to basics, to remind ourselves how fucking amazing it is between us.

Since that first, out-of-the-blue kiss, nothing has ever or will ever compare to how Charlie makes me feel.

Soon enough his hand is on my ass, but this time, instead of pushing me to my back, he leans back and makes goosebumps break all over my body with his sexy growl.

“On your hands and knees.”

“I like this,” I can’t help but say. I hurry to do as heasks, and I feel a tremor go through me when he settles on his knees behind me and takes a good hold of my hips.

Then he starts that delicious torture of tracing the outside of my entrance to get my muscles to relax.

I moan and groan through the teasing, my body shaking with anticipation because I know the wait will be worth it.

But then he shocks the hell out of me when I feel his wet mouthright... there. If he didn’t have an arm around the front of my legs and the other steadying my back then I would have flown off the bed from surprise.

“Fuck, Charlie. What?—”

“Do you like it?” he asks in a smartass tone.

“Yes, I fucking like it, but warn a guy first.” I start out snappy but I’m moaning like I’m in heat by the end of the sentence because he gets right back to it. “Fuck sweetheart, you’ll never be able to stop me from asking you to kiss my ass from now on.”

I feel his laughter before I hear it when he leans back and lets it out joyfully.

I look back, because I never want to miss that picture, and smile at him widely.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Nik.”

“Please,” I scoff. “Like you don’t love it. Now kiss my ass, Heart,” I command in a fake-ass growl.

It takes him a minute to get his chuckles under control, but once he’s back at it, there’s no way I have any more smartass remarks in me.

All I can do is moan, and it gets worse when he finallyadds a finger to the mix. He clearly coated it with lube since it’s a bit cold, but it’s so freaking good that I don’t care.

My arms—as strong as I’ve trained them to be—give out. I manage to turn my head before I faceplant on the mattress, but the new position, so dirty and exposed, only makes my poor abandoned dick cry with need.

I reach between my legs to bring myself some semblance of relief, but Charlie must see it—I mean, his face isright there—because he bats it away.

“No, no, Nik. You’re not touching your dick tonight.”

I whine and finally cave.

“Please,” I beg.

“Not yet. You need to take three fingers and not cut my circulation off before you even start thinking about getting my dick.”

“No, please. I can take it.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Sure you can.” His voice is condescending as he keeps driving his two digits into me, a bit harder now. “I know my cock’s not as big as your monster dick, but I’m still thick,” he explains.

“I know, I know,” I cry. “And I love your dick. Please just give it to me.”

He grumbles and pulls out his fingers, making me want to go all hulk-smash on his ass, but then he pushes in three at the same time, and I’m back to having not a single ounce of strength in me.

I’m a puddle of need as he slowly increases the speedand the strength, and I can’t even speak by the time he deems me ready for him.

“On your back now,” he whispers gently, and helps me roll over. I’m grateful he does because I really am useless at the moment.

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