Page 39 of Good Girl

“How did you like the vibrations?” I teased softly. “All that power between your legs... did it turn you on?”

“I...” Charlotte stuttered, and I smiled, burying my face in her hair and breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo.

“It was... it was good,” she gasped.

Keeping one hand firmly around her waist to aid in keeping her stomach raised, I slipped my other hand into the waistband of her skirt.

“Matt!” Charlotte squeaked, and she lurched back against me. “We shouldn’t!”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked softly, teasing my fingers along the waistband of her panties. I stroked the soft, smooth skin there, and when she didn’t answer, I slid my hand into her panties and down to her hot pussy. My fingers slicked up the moment I pressed through her folds and stroked along her pussy.

Charlotte gasped hotly and raised one hand to press over her mouth. Her other clutched at my forearm around her middle as I pressed my lips to her heated neck.

“So, you want me to keep going? I can feel howwetyou are. Is that from the bike? That energy buzzing against your sweet pussy? Or is it because you’ve been pressed against me?” I stroked deeper along her pussy, teasing around her entrance and then back up. I flicked her swollen clit, and Charlotte gasped, lurching upward.

“Someone—someone could see us!” Charlotte gasped, but a moan lilted the end of her words and I smirked.

“Let them.” I continued my stroking and teasing of her clit, running the nub between my fingertips and stroking around in circles, back and forth and zigzagging each time Charlotte moaned around her fingers. She started to rock into my touch, and her head fell back against my shoulder, finally giving in to the pleasure.

“Oh—” Charlotte gasped, “I’m so close, I’m—”

The force of my fingers increased, and I rubbed repeatedly over her clit. Just as she started to writhe in my arms, I pinched her clit hard between my two fingers. Charlotte squealed loudly, and her body trembled like a leaf in my arms as she came a second later. I didn’t pause my touch. I stroked her through her orgasm as she writhed in my arms, and then she sagged forward, panting heavily.

“Holy... shit,” Charlotte whimpered.

“Derek told me you react well to pain. That wasn’t too much, was it?”

“No, no...” She shook her head quickly and then slowly sat up and turned to look at me. “That was... exhilarating.”

“I’m glad.”

I pressed a light kiss to Charlotte’s cheek, then I helped her off the bike, gathered her shopping, and sent her off on wobbly legs.

Her entire presence was exhilarating.

And I was addicted.

18

CHARLOTTE

With the weekend right around the corner, the prospect of facing down my mother after everything I had been up to was increasingly daunting. Haley was treating me with suspicion too. It was clear she didn’t believe what I had said about that night, and honestly, I didn’t care. Believing I was a liar was better than the alternative.

Walking the halls of Brown felt different. Sitting in class and going about my days felt changed. There were three handsome professors in the same building as me, all of whom had seen me naked and so far seemedveryinterested in me. Something about that had changed the air around me, I was sure of it.

It added a layer of excitement to my day, especially when I had classes with Derek.

I was on my way to his lecture, running slightly late due to Haley not waking me up with her when my alarmclearlyhadn’t gone off, when someone snatched my upper arm and dragged me out of the corridor and into a supply closet. Any gasp that tried to escape my lips was silenced when a large, warm palm settled over my mouth. My back hit the stationary shelves, and my heart jerked when I came face to face with Derek.

The moment I recognized him, he lowered his hand and I puffed out a small rush of air.

“You scared me!” I hissed, and Derek smirked.

“A little fear never harmed anyone,” he replied, keeping his voice low.

“Yeah, but I’ll harmyou.”

“I’d love to see you try.” Derek’s eyes flashed with the challenge, but I couldn’t rise to it. I was so distracted by how his entire muscular form was pressing up against my body, trapping me against the shelves.

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