Page 39 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
And then I feel it. Underneath his tongue, his finger thrusts into me slowly, curling so that it can hit my G-spot.
“Charlie!” I rasp and a surprise orgasm shudders out of me.
But he doesn’t stop.
He groans and laps up all my released fluids before diving back in for more. He adds another thick finger to the mix stretching me deliciously. His fingers are thrusting faster, deeper. Despite my recent orgasm, I’m moving into this touch, seeking another eruption.
This time, the release isn't as easy. My body fights against it and I clutch at his hair and his arm as I tremble on the edge. Charlie thrusts harder, sucking my clit into his mouth and I nearly scream. Still, the pressure coils tight but it refuses to explode until his big body swiftly moves over me, pushing me down and pressing his cock over my pussy.
“Come for me darling," he says and he kisses me.
I feel the desperation in his lips and taste myself on his tongue.
And the words...
I cry out into his mouth as the next orgasm jerks out of me in almost painful yet simultaneously heavenly spurts that leave me collapsed against the bed, gasping for breath.
As I descend from my high, Charlie places kisses down my neck delicately as though I am something precious. The moves bring tears to my eyes and I shift underneath the twitching bulge still between my legs.
As his dark gaze meets mine, he asks, “Did you have enough? Do you want me to keep going?”
“I think I would have died if you gave me anymore,” I chuckle. “But did you erm…I mean….” I reach down to brush my hand over his erection. His entire body jerks as though he’s been shot, his eyes squeezing shut.
“I can take care of this if you want me to,” I whisper into his ears, acting on instinct and sucking the lobe into my mouth. Once again, his body shakes but before I can do more, heavy steps sound on the floorboards outside, approaching the door quickly.
“Charlie,” Wes calls out. “Are you in there?”
I squeak in alarm and in an instant Charlie is on his feet. I roll out of bed and onto the floor debating whether to hide under his bed. In the end, I don't need to, because Charlie turns the key in his door right before the handle turns.
“What the fuck, man? Did you just lock the door on me?”
“Go away.” Charlie's voice sounds deadly.
“You think I want to be here asshole? Mitch sent me to get you. He wants to know how many logs you need to square out the rest of Reddington's stack."
"Tell him ten,” he says.
“I’m not an errand boy, go tell him yourself. And by the way, I want you to know that it’s kinda gross of you to be masturbating in the middle of the day. Go get a woman and have sex like a grown-up, loser.”
“I wasn’t…” Charlie doesn’t finish the sentence as he glances back at me. I don’t know what expression I’m making but it’s probably wide-eyed shock and panic.
Meanwhile, Wes continues talking. “Yeah right, that won’t fool me. I’ve lived with you for twenty-four years, you think I don’t know what you sound like when you’remasturbating? Anyway, get your ass out and get to Mitchell. He’s starting to get on my nerves.”
Wes leaves after that final statement, his footsteps getting farther and farther away.
Charlie finally draws back from the door and turns, holding out his hand to help me up.
I blush, realizing what I look like, lying disheveled on the floor.
“Thanks." I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet. My knees are still shaky, so I lower myself to sit on his bed, righting my clothes and trying to act as normally as possible.
Charlie sits beside me and says, “I hope… I mean… I’m sorry.” He sighs out of frustration. “I don’t know what to say.”
I snort. I’m sure he was probably about to apologize like Wes did, but there was no need for that. He didn’t do anything wrong.
“It’s fine,” I tell him. “You don't have to say anything. I understand that this just happened spontaneously out of nowhere. Neither of us planned anything, neither of us seduced the other one against their will, and if you're about to apologize for taking advantage of me then I'll have to also apologize for doing the same to you."
Charlie smirks a little. “I wouldn’t say–”
