Page 12 of Charlie

He palms my thighs, squeezing. He runs his hands to my knees before pushing them open against the desk, exposing me to the cool air.

His eyes drink me in as if he’s memorizing every freckle, every fold.

He holds my gaze as he lowers himself. Starting at my belly button, he traces a path with his lips. He pauses, letting the anticipation build before he swirls his tongue over my clit. I twist my fingers into his hair with a groan, holding him close. He pulls my hips up, hooking my knees over his shoulders, licking from bottom to top. I buck against his mouth as he dips his tongue inside me. I pull at him, needing more.

"Come for me," he growls, his lips slick against me.

"I've never—"I protest, but then I forget how to speak as he flattens his tongue over my clit, rolling it over and over. I squeeze my knees around his head as the pressure starts building, riding his face toward the light. I explode on his tongue, spasming as he continues his assault.

He pulls away when I relax my legs, wiping his face on his shoulder. He looks down at me, breathing hard, his dark curls falling over his forehead like a crown.

"Please," I beg. I feel vulnerable spread over the desk, but the way he looks at me gives me the confidence I never knew I had.

"Please, what, Charlie? Say it." His voice reverberates over me, goosebumps racing across my skin.

"Fuck me, Cameron. Please." I push myself into a sitting position so I can get my hands on him. He takes advantage of my height and captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. My back bows, a garbled moan spilling from my mouth.

"Fucking hell, Charlie." His expression is pained as he adjusts himself.

I fold my arms around his neck and wiggle myself off the desk, wrapping my legs around his torso as I drop down. He grunts as I land against his cock. "Fuck me, Cameron," I breathe against his ear, rubbing myself against his hard length.

"If you don't stop, I won't be able to control myself, Charlie," he rasps, his voice strangled.

"I don't want control," I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I pull myself up, grinding my clit up and down over the ridge of his head.

He walks toward the stairs, reaching underneath me to unbuckle his belt. His cock springs free, his skin searing mine.

"No," I mumble into his neck, "I can't make it up there. Now."

He growls his agreement, pressing my back into the nearest set of bookshelves. "Look at me."

I do. Hooded eyes burn me alive, a fire roaring in the deep abyss of ocean blue. He slides his hands below my butt, lifting me to free his cock from between us. Holding my gaze, he lowers me until his tip is nudging at my entrance. I try to impale myself, but his grip is relentless. He drags his cock through my slick folds, back and forth, dipping in a quarter inch more every time he passes my core. I'm trembling from anticipation, convulsing whenever he comes close. He pulls me away from the shelves and pivots to the window, setting me on the wide sill. He pushes his hair out of his face and brushes his lips over mine.

I look over my shoulder, eyes wide. This side of the building faces the alley. The streetlight shining directly into the window will give someone a show if they happened to be out at this hour. "Cameron, someone will see us."

"I want them to," he says darkly, his eyes glinting in the light. He looks down between us, a dark curl falling over his forehead.

I watch as he grips his cock, one stroke has him pulling his lower lip into his mouth. He drags it over me, sliding it back and forth over my clit until I'm shaking with need. He positions it at my entrance but stops and looks up at me, smoothing the hair from my face with a tender touch. "I want to see your face when I sink my cock into you, Charlie."

I nod incoherently, a breath shuddering out of me. I'm almost there, and he's barely touching me. He pushes into me. Only an inch, but I'm squeezing around him, desperate.

"Fuck, Charlie," he chokes, pulling out. A needy whine breaks free from my throat, but I strangle on it as he pushes a finger into me, crooking it up and rubbing until I'm on the edge. He pauses, looking at me through his lashes, "You're perfect. So fucking perfect." He keeps his finger inside me as he pushes his cock in below it.

I choke on a scream, bucking against him. He keeps his finger moving as he slowly pulls his cock back out, then in again. "Does it feel good?" he asks, his entire body shaking with restraint.

I nod, barely able to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.

"I'm going to try something. If you don't like it, I'll stop. Just tell me." He stills when I don't answer, forcing me to answer him before he'll start moving again.

"I will. Promise," I rasp, my voice low and husky.

He looks where we're joined, his jaw flexing. He pulls his cock almost all the way out and then slides his free hand over my stomach, stopping just below my belly button. He presses down firmly, keeping the pressure there as he looks up at me. "Good?"

I moan my affirmation.

His gaze stays on my face as he pushes back in, his finger rubbing that spot again.

Holy fuck. Stars bloom behind my eyes. I can feel every ridge, every vein. I can feel the universe.

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