Page 96 of Charlie

I stand up, staying out of sight of the control room windows, and step out of my shorts and panties. His jaw drops, his nostrils flaring as I shed my shirt and bra. Even though I'm exposed, I feel completely safe with him. I feel so alive. So free.

"Fuck, Charlie," he rasps, starting to sit up, but I push him back with a hand on his chest, settling myself on his thighs again. I ruck up his shirt, running my hands over his torso. I take my time unbuckling his belt; his breathing hitches, color creeping into his cheeks. I snap the belt away from his hips and unbutton his pants, motioning for him to lift his hips.

I pull his shorts down and then inch down his boxers until the base of his cock is exposed.

Fuck me.

I wasn't going to use my mouth yet, but I can't resist. I bend down, licking him, and he flexes his hips toward my mouth, demanding more.

"Oh God, Charlie," he moans, his hands clenching my thighs.

My laugh is wicked as I pull his boxers down until only the tip of his cock is covered, running my tongue up one side and down the other. I'm fighting it just as much as he is – my body is screaming at me to rip off his clothes and impale myself, but I keep myself on a tight rein, determined not to screw this up.

I stop breathing as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull them down. He springs out, and my core clenches painfully in response. He's so goddamn beautiful. I swirl my tongue around his head, paying particular attention to the spot underneath. He smells like soap and man and citrus, and I won't ever fucking get enough.

He flexes his hip and sinks into my mouth with a grunt, pushing until my lips are against his pubic bone. I control my gag reflex and take him deeper. His fingers tangle in my hair as he drops his head back. I hollow my cheeks, moaning around him as my pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for his fingers or his tongue or his cock.

"Charlie," he says raggedly, "turn around."

"No," I insist, even though I would do just about anything to get his mouth on me. "It’s my turn to torture you, and I’m going to do a fucking good job." I walk my knees up his body, my clit dragging on the underside of his cock as I position myself, settling over him, his length nestled against me. He grabs my hips and pulls me down as he flexes up, grinding against me, the tip of his cock riding back and forth over my clit until I can barely breathe.

His jaw flexes as I take over, sliding myself along him, angling my hips to get the most friction. He sits up and pulls my lips to his, his hands shaking as he cradles my face. He palms my breasts and lowers his mouth to one nipple, then the other, sucking until I can feel the pull in my core.

I raise myself on my knees until the tip of his cock is nudging my entrance. Our gazes lock, our breathing erratic.

"Fuck, Charlie," he grinds out, flexing against me. I whimper, my body shaking with need. "One thrust," he whispers, his eyes pleading with me.

"Yes," I sob, "Please, Lach."

"Look at me."

I do. I would do anything he tells me to right now.

"Good fucking girl," he breathes, the smoky gray swirling in the depths of his eyes, taking me hostage as he holds me still. He pulls his hips away from mine and then thrusts into me, filling me. Completing me. I struggle against his grip, desperate to take what my body wants.

"You fit me like a fucking glove," he rasps through clenched teeth as he pulls back one more time and rams into me, my pussy clenching around him, a mix of pleasure and pain like I haven’t experienced before.

"Fuck, Charlie," he says, his voice shaking. He pulls out and pushes my hips back so I’m sitting on his thighs. "You feel too fucking good." He hooks his leg around mine and flips me under him in one smooth motion. "Time to even up the score," he says, kissing the hollow of my throat, between my breasts, my navel, my pubic bone. My back arches as his breath feathers over my clit.

He lowers his face between my legs, our gazes locked. He drags his tongue up my slit, stopping before he reaches my clit. I squirm, trying to get his mouth to where I need it.

"Tell me what you want, Charlie." He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit and I swear my soul leaves my body. "This?" he asks, pushing a finger into me, chuckling as my back bows. He curls his finger, massaging my g-spot. "Or maybe this?" He fits his mouth over my clit, pulsing the suction until I'm screaming for him to let me cum. Just as my orgasm starts building, he pulls away, walking himself up my body with his elbows until his cock nudges at my entrance. He pulls my hips up and puts a pillow underneath me. "Or is this what you want?" he breathes, sliding his entire length into me. He lowers his weight, his pubic bone rocking back and forth over my clit.

"Oh, God, Lach."

"I like when you pray to me," he chuckles, pulling back and thrusting into me again.

"Please," I gasp, digging my nails into his ass.

He obeys. Three hard thrusts, and I'm on the precipice of something I know will change me forever.

"And now you can curse me like the devil I am," he says, rolling off me, his breaths coming hard and fast.

"Fuck," I sob. I circle my fingers over my clit as I give in and let need take control.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" Lach asks, watching as I push myself closer.

A giant horn blares from high above, startling us.

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