Page 99 of Degrees of Control

Charlie gasped. “Let me—”

“Not just yet.” His gaze bore into hers. “First things first, Peaches. I’m a man, not a boy. Second,” he seized her chin and kissed her. It was dizzying. The slow press of his lips, the way his free hand grasped her waist and pulled her body flush against his, the smug huff as she moaned into his mouth. He was masterful,thiswas masterful and the hand against her throat only made it hotter.

Rapidly the kiss became full-on making out. Their height disparity led to James hoisting her up, pinning her against the wall with his hips, his tongue firmly in her mouth. His hands no longer flirted, they tore at her shirt buttons, popping them open with such force she feared he’d ruin her clothes. When it was opened, he massaged her breasts through her bra, one hand reaching between them to yank up her panties so that they rode hard against her clit.

“I don’t understand,” Charlie moaned. “Why does it feel so good?”

James ran his teeth along the line of her jaw. “Because it’s what you’re made for.”

“But my boyfriend…”

Her words had exactly the effect she hoped for. James growled and pressed his hips deeper between her legs, allowing her to feel exactly how turned on he was. “Fuck your boyfriend. He wasn’t man enough to give you what you wanted, now you’re in here with me.”

“But—

“No buts, take those panties off and I’ll make you a big girl, darlin’.”

“I can’t.”

James licked along her neck, soothing the places he’d hurt with his teeth. “Sure you can. You’re already in here, already letting me touch you all over, just lemme do a little more. Make it worth both our whiles.”

“I can’t sleep with you,” Charlie whispered. “It’s too much, it’s too bad.”

And it kind of was, if only in the sense that having full-on sex in Sophia’s bathroom while she hosted a party for them seemed like kind of a dick move. Not to mention dragging Freddie into all this by pretending he was her well-meaning vegan boyfriend. She pulled her mouth away from James. “I should go.”

He stared at her, heartbreakingly lovely with his rumpled hair. He looked the way he did when she went into the kitchen after doing her morning yoga and he was eating Cocoa Pops and laughing at the memes her brother had tagged him in, then his face hardened and he was just the forceful stranger again.

His hand returned to her throat. “Don’t gimme that. You’re hurtin’ between your legs. I know you are. Admit it.”

Charlie nodded, her lust overriding good sense yet again.

“You’re hot, you’re hot because you want me.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

James smirked. “Well I can’t leave that virgin pussy hurting.”

He lowered her onto her feet and knelt in front of her. “I’m gonna show you somethin’ I think you’ll like, darlin’. No strings attached.”

“I—ooh!”

James buried his face beneath her skirt, his lips and nose pressed firmly against her soaking panties. His teeth pulled the material away from her cunt and let it snap back. “You smell so good, Peaches.”

“What are you doing?” Charlie breathed, splaying her hands wide against the wall.

James reached up and slid her underwear down her hips, “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“But…”

“That’s enough, little girl, you just stand there and let me show you.”

Once her panties were removed, James’ mouth returned, his lips gently suctioning itself to her clit and drawing on it as softly and sweetly as a baby lamb sucking on a bottle. Charlie moaned, a low homely sound that was completely involuntary. He never rushed this element of lovemaking but this was new and intentionally exploratory.

James glanced up, smugger than a freshly re-elected politician. “You like that?”

“It feels…it feels amazing.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous. I just wanna eat you all up. You think you could come like this?”

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