Page 58 of Charlie Sunshine
He looks at me, his eyes heavily lidded and so sexy. I shudder to see my best friend like this.
“I couldn’t have waited for anothersecond, Charlie,” he says hoarsely. “I needed to kiss you, not discuss fancy dress costumes.”
I lick my lips, and his eyes slide closed as he lowers his head back to mine. They fly open when I push him back and reverse our positions so he’s leaning against the wall. His jeans are tented sexily and I run my fingers along the length of him, feeling it flex under my hand.
“Charlie?” he says unsteadily.
I fall to my knees, and his eyes flare impossibly hot. “Oh shit,” he gasps as I unbutton his jeans.
I smile up at him. He shudders as I scratch my nails gently down the tight skin under his belly button. My nails rasp through his trail of hair, the small sound making me shiver. Jesus, he’s sexy.
I pull his jeans and briefs down below his hips and his cock springsup. Saliva pools in my mouth. Fuck, he’s hung. He must be eight inches and thick, with a long vein traveling down its length. Unable to resist the temptation, I lean in and inhale. I love the scent of a man here. It’s dark and it’s real, and Misha is no exception. My cock throbs as I indulge in the aroma of bergamot, clean sweat, and musk, rubbing my nose in it, taking deep breaths and groaning.
I glance up and find surprise in his eyes. I repress a smile. I bet Misha had expected me to be gentle and sweet in bed. Every man I’ve ever slept with has had the same misconception. However, I bloody love sex, the more earthy and dirty the better. I have very few barriers and love being naked.
Holding Misha’s gaze, I run the flat of my tongue up the thick vein on the side of his cock, continuing until I reach the head. It’s fat and juicy, a pearl of moisture pooling already in the tiny slit. Good. I love the taste of precome. I send my tongue fluttering gently over it, making a noise of happiness. Then, before he can say anything, I take the head into my mouth and suckle it, making the suction wet and tight.
He grunts and his hips move tightly, thrusting forward before he checks and pulls back. “Sorry,” he gasps.
I let his cock go with a lewd pop and stay his hips. “Don’t be sorry,” I say hoarsely. “I like it. Fuck my face.”
He stares down at me, his eyes dark and heavy. “I don’t know you, do I?” he whispers.
I smile. “Not all of me, but we’re about to remedy that.”
“You sure? I won’t ask again.”
We’re in a public area and I’m kneeling at his feet about to change our relationship forever—be it good or bad—but I feel no reservations at all. “I’m sure,” I say.
I lean in and suck him into my mouth. He cries out, and it’s much too loud for a public stairway, as are my lewd squelching and wet sucking noises. I pull back and lick up the length of his shaft before sucking him hard again. He’s too big for me to take all the way down, so I jack the base of his cock while making the suction strong.
Misha thrusts, moaning softly, and I use my free hand to push against my dick. It’s almost painful how turned on I am. He grabs myhair, directing me and whispering for me to suck him harder, and then just as quickly, he’s gone.
“What? Come back,” I say blearily.
“Not here,” he grunts, pulling me to my feet. “I want to be naked with you.”
He turns, moving stiffly and holding his jeans up with one hand. We climb about five steps before he turns to me and kisses me again, his hands bracketing my face and his tongue twining lazily with mine. I grab his hips and pull him into me, backing against the wall. With a groan, he pulls away and tugs me up the rest of the stairs. I walk behind him down our corridor, sliding my hands down to squeeze his bum.
“Shit, Charlie. Don’t. I’ll come in my fucking jeans.”
“Already?”
He looks back as he fumbles for his keys. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?” he asks wonderingly. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.”
That’s so good to hear. I haven’t felt sexy for such a long time with the combination of my health problems and Harry. However, it’s all coming back to me now and I feel alive again, heat buzzing through me.
And he’s one to talk about being sexy. He looks so hot, his jeans hanging from his hips showing his hipbones and that taut V-line. His lips are red and puffy from my kisses, his eyes heavy-lidded.
My thoughts scatter as he throws the door open and pulls me into the flat. The door slams behind us, and we kiss frantically.
We part briefly to pull off our tops. My sweater goes flying to a corner of the room as does his T-shirt, and then we fall back into kissing as if we’ve been separated for years.
I suck on his tongue, moaning as my hands fumble with his jeans. He kisses me back as he steps out of them and throws them to the side. A lamp smashes, but we ignore it as we kick off shoes and socks and then he pushes my shorts down and off.
“Oh shit,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Fuck me, Charlie, that’s so bloody hot.”
I look down at the white jockstrap I’m wearing. “I couldn’t wearanything else under those shorts—” I groan as he goes to his knees and, without removing the jockstrap, he sucks the head of my cock into his mouth. When he pulls back, the fabric is transparent, and the rosy head of my cock pulses visibly.
