He arched his back and cried out when I found the right angle to tag his prostate. Nonsense poured out of his mouth, a litany of jumbled curse words, praise, and delicious moans.
I could’ve come just like that, but the need to kiss him grew overwhelming. “Turn around,” I growled with a light swat on one cheek. “I need you, baby. Need to see your pretty face when you come.”
As hot as it was to watch his ass swallow my cock, I wanted to kiss him and stare into his eyes while I made him feeleverything.
Clumsily, Charlie pulled off and spun around to face me. Our limbs jumbled together until he braced his hands on my chest and straddled me again.
I yanked him down by the neck and kissed him, demanding and thorough. “There you are.”
Eyebrows knitted together, we breathed each other in while he slowly sank back down. He grunted when I bottomed out, the angle just new enough. “You feel so good inside me,” he moaned before he swiveled his hips again.
Oh, I was in danger, now.
“Not gonna last long like this,” I grunted.
The hazy pleasure-induced fog in his eyes cleared a bit, and he smirked. Leaning forward, he braced a hand against thewindow above us, and rode me. “You won’t come. Not yet,” he huffed in answer.
“Fuck,”I growled, squeezing my eyes shut tight, desperate to obey. The sight of him moving above me was too much, the heat of him around my cock tugging my orgasm to the surface.
“Look at me.”
My eyes popped open at his command. Despite his attitude, he looked wrecked, flushed cock bobbing with each bounce of his hips. Neither of us would last this first time in each other’s arms after what we’d been through.
Charlie’s breath shortened to match mine, and he sped up, grinding down in the same repetitive motion.
“I love you. I love you,” I chanted, wrapping my arms around his neck and yanking him close so his cock ground into my stomach.
His jaw tensed, teeth gritted. “Reece,”he cried, before he clenched around me, shuddering as he spilled hands-free. I thrust into him a few more times and followed, squeezing him tight in my arms.
Boneless, he sprawled on top of me. His nose scrunched when my soft cock slipped out, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “No more leaving me with the clean-up.”
He groaned and buried his face in my armpit, inhaling deeply. “Worth it,” he sighed, before propping his head in his hand, the other toying with the hair on my chest. “That was so much more intense than I remembered. I didn’t realize—I didn’t know how much I was missing, before. How much you can make me feel.”
I brushed a sweaty curl behind his ear. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for, then.”
“What do you suggest we try next?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
SCRITCH SCRATCH SCRITCH SCRATCH SCRITCH SCRATCH
I heaved a sigh and palmed my face. “Absolutely nothing, while that mangy thing is outside listening in.”
Charlie shimmied off me. “She’s hungry, it’s been too long. Let me give her a hotdog.”
“You do that, and I’ll start dinner. Then we can make our plans,” I said, gaze focused on his retreating backside.
“No grilled cheeses, please,” he threw over his shoulder.
I winked. “How about a roasted chicken? With the crispy skin?”
Glassy-eyed, he grinned. “I’d love that.”
“This is so delicious,” Charlie groaned from his spot beside me on the bed, stuffing mashed potatoes and roasted chicken into his mouth. “Food was dull, too. God, I missed out on so much.”
I forked the last piece of chicken into my mouth. “I can show you how to spatchcock next time, if you’d like.”
He looked at me with disgust. “You can’t be serious.”
“It’s not hard. It’s how you get the skin really crispy while the meat stays tender.”
