Page 14 of Just Screwing Around

I frowned. “Yet here you are with your dick pressed against my stomach, so what changed?”

He smirked. “Maybe it changed because we’ve spent so much time together lately. Or maybe because you’ve been moaning over a sex toy in my shower. Or could be the lacy panties all over my house.”

“Yeah, that was totally intentional,” I said, with a laugh.

“Oh, so you’ve thought about this before? This was a setup, huh?” His lips went to my neck and it was hard to think as he sucked the water off my skin.

“Uh huh,” was my brilliant reply.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” His hands slid down to tease my nipples as his mouth continued to work its way down my neck.

“As a teenager, nothing specific.”

“And since you moved in?” He pulled away from my neck, his eyes dancing as he waited for my reply.

“Hmm. I wondered what sound you’d make if I ran my tongue over you right here.” I swiped my thumb over the divot under his cockhead.

He let out a strangled sound, so I continued to tease the sensitive spot.

“What else?” He breathed out the words.

“I pictured your bicep flexing when you hovered over me. I wondered if your nipples were sensitive.” I leaned down and swiped my tongue over one hardened bud. “What your skin tasted like and whether that tongue of yours was good for anything besides arguing.”

He had been lazily moving his lips over my collar bone but he pulled back and caught my eye. “Charlotte, was that a challenge?”

Chapter Eight

Nick

Well, she was definitely not shy in asking for what she wanted. That simplified my life. No guesswork. Just do what she said and don’t come before she did. That was easier said than done when she was telling me all the things she’d fantasized about. It didn’t help that my hands and mouth were roaming over her soft skin just the way I’d pictured when I’d taken myself in my hand and came all over my bedroom door.

A pang of regret hit me when I thought about the fact that my issue with Derek had meant she and I had drifted apart, too. We were making up for lost time now.

I was surrounded by her scent. That sweet cookie smell that made me want to bury my nose in her neck and mark her skin. My dick was trapped between our bodies as we made out like teenagers. Slipping over her skin in a way that would have me reaching the finish line before she even entered the race. “Turn around.” My voice came out husky and low.

“What do you plan to do with me, Nick?” she asked, as she complied.

I pulled her back against my chest, my dick coming to rest against her lower back. From here, I could let my hands roam over all the places of her body I wanted to get most acquainted with. But I didn’t want to get distracted from my plan. I reached over her head to grab her little purple vibrator off the wall and handed it to her.

“I want you to show me how you use this thing while I fuck you from behind. I want a front row seat to watch you make yourself come.”

“I like that idea.” Her voice was breathy as I brought my hands to her generous breasts and started to tease. The shower was combined with a bathtub so she lifted one of her legs and balanced her foot on the edge of the tub. She was leaning back into my chest a little, and focusing on not dropping us would hopefully keep me from getting so excited I embarrassed myself.

I brought my lips to her neck again and peppered hot open mouth kisses along her vanilla scented skin. She tilted her head to the side to allow me better access as she clicked a button on her toy and brought it between her thighs. She sighed, then shivered as she moved the toy in little circles.

I cursed under my breath. “I need to be inside you. Are you on the pill?” I was proud of myself for remembering something like that at a time like this.

She nodded against my shoulder as another shiver worked its way through her.

I fumbled to grab myself by the base, my hands slipping partly from the slipperiness of the water, partly from being so excited I could explode.

The mechanics of this position are far from ideal, but this was destined to be quick and dirty anyway. Luckily, Charlotte was only a few inches shorter than I was. I hunched down, wrapping an arm around her middle and bringing the head of my dick to her entrance. With her leg up on the side of the shower and the vibrator having given her a head start, I slid all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.

She let out a sweet moan, her wet hair plastered to my chest. I gripped her chin and turned her head, bringing her lips to mine. We made out in a sloppy,last call at the barkind of way and then I started to move.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled as her lips fell away from mine.

She could say that again.

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