Page 38 of Some Like It Hops
It’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
Charlie’s gaze gets hazy, her lids growing heavy as she rides my cock, sliding up and down slowly, deliberately, using me for her own pleasure without any hesitation. She knows what she wants, what she needs, and she takes it.
She leans back and I suck in a breath, my dick hitting new places inside her.
With her hands on my torso, she moves her body in new ways, almost moving in a circle around my cock. Her pussy tightens around me, then releases, then tightens again. I close my eyes, gripping her hips with my hands but not stopping her, not guiding her.
This woman knows what to do with her body and I’d be a fool to try to take control.
She arches over me, kissing my chest, then trails her fingernails over my jawline, and pulls my chin down so she can kiss me again.
Jesus. H. Fuck.
I’m going to come.
She moves herself up and down, side to side, rides my cock like a fuckingpro, then she pauses, clenching her pussy muscles and waiting. My body tenses, rigid with the need to release, but… I don’t want this to be over too soon.
Our gazes lock, then she slowly lifts herself off of me.
What the…? Did she finish? That was… way less eventful than her last orgasm.
Charlie smirks, cocks her eyebrow in that challenging way she does, then turns around, giving me a full, uninhibited view of her plump ass as she lowers back down onto my cock and resumes riding me.
This little firecracker is just full of surprises.
I watch her ass bounce for a few minutes, press my palms against it to feel the soft motion of her cheeks, then I push up into a sitting position. I wrap my arms around her and reach between her legs, massaging her clit as she bounces up and down on my dick.
She leans her head back, moaning in my ear, and it’s the last push I need. The sound of her voice, the soft, rush of her breathing… I grip her tightly and release, pumping into her, once, twice, then her pussy tightens around my dick, milking me as she finds her own orgasm, her body shaking against mine.
I wake up in a heap of sheets and sweat and tangled limbs.
The sun has long disappeared, and the room is dark, the only light coming in from the soft glow of a nightlight in the bathroom, the only sound the soft, muffled snoring of the dog in the living room.
Charlie’s dog.
Charlie’s bed.
For a split second, I panic. My pulse accelerates. My eyes go wide.
I never stay this long after sex.
But then Charlie mumbles something in her sleep and curls her body more tightly around mine, and I can’t bring myself to get up. Can’t bring myself to leave her like I’ve left so many others in the past.
I smooth the hair away from her face and look down at the thick lashes splayed across both of her pale cheeks. She’s even beautiful when she sleeps. I tighten my arms around her and stare up at the ceiling.
After everything I’ve just been through with Brad and Marlena, there’s no weight on my shoulders, no pressure in my chest. Charlie makes me feel… different. She eases the chaos in my mind, soothes the restlessness in my soul, the disquiet that’s been there since Mom died.
For the first time in a long time, I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face and a woman in my arms. A woman I don’t want to let go of.
Chapter Twenty-One
Charlie
It’s the night of the soft opening, and my nerves are shot. My brain is an asshole and keeps asking me,“What if no one comes?”
Like I have nothing else to worry about and need that flashing through my mind every few seconds, right? I’m fully aware that my concept is niche, that my brewery will not appeal to some people, fully aware that I could alienate a whole group of possible clientele before I even get a chance to bring them in with my beer. Part of me thinks, if they’re not dog people, who needs them? But, then there’s that other part of me that worries I’ve gone too far, worried I’ve taken two great ideas, and created them to form one really bad one. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but do two rights make a wrong?
Ugh. This is the way my brain torments me.
