Page 105 of Charlie

"Lach—"

He turns me around and pulls me against him, one arm banded around my waist. "Hold this," he says, handing me the vibe. "We're going to do a quick demonstration."

I take the vibe from him, begrudgingly noting the velvety feel of it, the slight hook at the end that I know will hit my g-spot perfectly. The little nubby end at the other side of the u-shape must go against my clit. My pussy clenches in anticipation as Lach slides his hands down my waist, pushing my shorts and underwear to the ground. I drop my head against his shoulder as he moves one hand between my legs, sliding easily in the moisture gathered there.

"Is this all for me, Carebear?" he asks, his breath ragged.

I moan in response as he pushes his middle finger inside me, rocking the heel of his palm against my clit with each thrust.

"Fuck, Charlie. Remind me why I'm not just throwing you across the bed and fucking you until you can't remember your name?"

"Dinner," I croak, instantly regretting saying it the second the word leaves my mouth. "Forget I said that," I beg, "Please lay me on the bed and fuck me until I can't remember my name. That sounds amazing."

"I will," he promises, taking the vibrator from me, "Later."

I don't get a chance to protest before he's pressing the vibe to my entrance, circling it there, and then slowly pushing it in. He holds me up with one arm as my knees give out, adjusting the vibe until the nubby part is nested against my clit.

He turns me to face him. "How does that feel?" he asks, kneading my butt cheeks, his nostrils flared, pupils dilated.

"Too fucking good," I breathe, squeezing my thighs together to relieve the pressure.

"Perfect. Let's go up on deck for some champagne, and you can decide if you want to go to dinner." He bends and pulls up my underwear, then my shorts, smacking my butt before motioning for me to follow him from the room.

"Yes, Coach." As I take a step, my smirk fades, the silicone delivering the most delicious pressure to my g-spot. "Oh Lord," I breathe, my voice just as shaky as my knees.

"If it's too much – if you can't take it?—"

That motherfucker. "I can take it," I snap, concentrating on my breathing as I follow him out into the hallway.

"I'll make you a bet," he says, grinning. "I bet you can't stop yourself from cumming on the vibe."

"Fine. What do I get if I win?"

"Whatever you want."

"And if you win?"

"Whatever I want."

Oh fuck.

"Deal," I say before I can chicken out. "You're not going to turn this thing on when I'm in the middle of talking to someone, are you?" I ask, belatedly realizing the implications of accepting his challenge.

His eyes widen. "Who me? I would never do that."

"I swear to God, Lach. You better not."

"I thought you said you could take it."

"I can, dammit." I clench my jaw as he motions for me to climb the stairs.

He cups my ass halfway up, and I barely resist pushing back into his hands. "You have the perfect ass," he breathes. As I take the last step, he bends down and bites the swell of one cheek. I squeal and twist away from his grip but only make it a few feet before the pressure on my clit has me stumbling into the wall.

"Fucking hell," I mutter, giving Lach a dirty look.

"Just give yourself a little time to get used to it." He wraps me in his arms.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," I gasp, dropping my head against the wall as he grinds against me. I can feel his lips curl against my neck when he smiles, his tongue tracing the delicate line of my throat.

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