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"So fucking needy," he groans, "I like it." He palms my ass, kneading and squeezing, his thumbs passing closer and closer to my core, and I can’t help but angle my hips, opening myself to him.

"I wish you could see yourself, Charlie. Your sweet pussy is dripping for me, begging me to bury myself inside. Your perfect little asshole winks at me every time I get close." He grazes it with his thumbs and my insides seize, anticipation paralyzing me.

"You like that, don't you?" he breathes.

I moan, barely noticing when he leans over to grab something from the nightstand drawer.

"This will be cold for just a second," he murmurs. I flinch as his thumb slides down my crack, the lube easing the path. He circles and then slowly pushes against the ring of muscle. He grabs something from off the bed and I hear a low vibration. He lifts me slightly, positioning it against my clit.

I bite my lip, the vibe bringing me way too close to the edge. "Lach?—"

He pushes his thumb against me again, breaching the muscle, and my focus shifts to relaxing my muscles to let him in.

"Does this feel okay?"

I nod, and he pushes in further, stopping to let me adjust. He pulls his thumb out, then pushes back in, my ass following his movements, my body begging for more. I rock against the vibe, toeing the line again. Lach pulls out and I hear a box opening, then a squirt of lube. "This one's a little bigger than last time. If it's too much we can stop."

I mumble my understanding, ready to say yes to anything if it means I get to cum. My squeak of surprise at the cold lube quickly turns into a low moan as he pushes the toy into me. He goes slow – in, out, in a little more, then out. After several times, the uncomfortable feeling dissipates and I push back against his hand, insisting on more.

"On your knees."

I pull my knees under me and he slips the toy in all the way to the base.

Fuckkk.

He massages my ass, his fingers trembling.

"Charlie—" Lach pleads, his voice ragged.

"Yes, Lach. Please," I beg for him to do something. Anything. I just need to cum.

He palms his cock, sliding it up my slit, nudging at my entrance. One hand flexes on my hip like he's trying to stop himself from taking what he wants.

"Goddamnit, Charlie," he rasps, his control snapping under the pressure. He rams into me, a low groan escaping my lips as my entire body goes limp. He lowers himself over me, each thrust stoking the fire impossibly higher.

"I'm too fucking close, Charlie," he mumbles into my hair as he pushes into me in one long, smooth stroke. He grabs the vibe and slides his hand underneath my body, holding it against my clit.

Oh fuck.

I push back as he thrusts into me, then tilt my pelvis as he pulls back, sliding my clit along the vibe. The sensation of fullness quickly goes from feeling strange to feeling really fucking good. He moans in my ear, that desperate sound of surrender shoving me violently over the edge.

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Isink into the bed, not caring that my hair will leave a wet patch on the comforter. The fan blades turn slowly over my head, clicking quietly with each rotation. Lach dropped me off at the cottage early this morning and then left me with only a chaste kiss and a pat on my butt out of respect for Jack. I immediately stripped my clothes off and stepped into a scalding hot shower, my mind replaying last night on repeat.

"Charlie!" Isla yells through the front door, banging her boot against it.

I sit up, wrapping my towel tightly around me, and pull open the door. Isla, the godsend she is, stands there with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of to-go boxes in the other.

"You’re a goddamn angel," I say, taking the wine from her and grabbing two glasses from the kitchen.

"So how’d it go?" she asks, pouring the wine.

"Good," I say, a grin stretching across my face. "Really good."

"Details, Charlie! I need details!" she squeals, dragging me to the couch. She pops the lids off two containers, giving me a choice between bangers and mash and chips. I choose the fish after she assures me that she has no preference.

"He took me out on the boat," I begin, popping a piece of fish into my mouth, trying to figure out how much to tell her. "We went to a cave first, and then we stopped at Pen's pub for dinner."

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