Chapter Twenty-Two
“I almost feel bad that the first night I had you in my arms I went right for the kill, didn’t give you all those hot and heavy make out sessions that end in frustration.” Trey fell down on top of her, his mouth going straight for hers. The short time they had been apart came bubbling to the surface in the form of an almost desperate kiss.
Charlotte’s hips rocked against Trey’s hard, jean clad cock, searching for release like a heat seeking missile. “Please. I need you Trey.” Suddenly Charlotte couldn’t care less about impressing his parents and friends. About making a good impression. She wanted his cock inside her more than she wanted to be liked by anyone.
“Oh, sweet girl. I know what you want. But I’m not going to give it to you yet. We’re keeping the rest of our clothes on.” Trey’s devilish fingers came up to brush over her puckered nipple. Even through the blouse and bra she wore, that small touch had her back arching and a needy moan dripping from her lips. “Shhhhh. Gotta be quiet, sugar. Don’t want my parents to hear.”
Despite the warning, Trey pushed his cock harder against the seam of her jeans, pushing the rough fabric between her lower lips to rub against her clit. Charlotte bit down on her lip, trying to contain the noises that begged to be spilled. Nothing she did could keep them all down. Trey covered her mouth with his wide palm.
“That’s okay, sugar. You be as loud as you need. I’ll make sure no one hears what is mine. And every damn one of these noises are mine.” Hand firmly in place over her mouth, he moved his lush lips to her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive line running from her ear to her shoulder. The hand not muffling her wild whimpers cupped her breast, kneading it in time with the rolling of his hips.
Trey was right. She had missed out on this. Her one and only make out session had been nothing like the slow dirty grind Trey currently performed on top of her. Charlotte had no idea this amount of pleasure could be wrung from someone with all their important clothes still on. Being covered almost made it more erotic. The bare muscles of his chest and abdomen warmed her through the thin blouse, and she desperately wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers. The slick slide as they worked up a good sweat between them. But Trey was resolute in his assertion that they wouldn’t be getting naked. When her fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt, he simply plucked her hand away and bit her knuckles gently in reproach.
Removing his hand from her mouth, only two gasps escaped into the room before his mouth covered hers again. This inelegant, sloppy kiss was all tongues and teeth, but so hot, Charlotte thought she might lose her mind. She rubbed her hands over his short-cropped hair, loving the soft almost velvet feel of the short strands.
Not sure she could get to the finish line like this, Charlotte began begging Trey around his intense kiss. “Please. I need you inside me. I can’t without you touching me.”
“Sugar, I’m touching you, and you will get there, just like this.” A new determination seemed to overtake Trey. Dipping his head, he placed his palm over her mouth once again. He pulled down her blouse, but left the bra still covering everything interesting. He sucked on her cotton covered flesh, biting down on her nipple. The wet fabric abraded her sensitized skin, driving her pleasure higher until she teetered on the edge of an intense orgasm.
Trey lifted her head from her chest. “See, already there, aren’t you, baby girl. I bet I could push my hand down into those panties, and they’d be dripping wet, wouldn’t they?”
Charlotte squirmed and nodded her head, the pressure of his hand covering her mouth, preventing her from voice her reply, ramped up the erotic moment.
“I told you I could make you come like this.” He circled his hips, rubbing her throbbing clit in a new way that inched her closer to falling. Trey shifted so that his legs spread Charlotte’s thighs even wider. Then he did a filthy grind down onto her pussy, unrelenting in the pressure.
Eyes squeezed shut, everything inside Charlotte contracted into almost painful release. Behind his palm, she moaned and screamed. Trey bit down on her nipple once more, and it sent her even higher. Not stopping with the movement of his cock rubbing against her, Trey moved so that his entire body lay over hers, just like he had that first time, totally enveloping her in his heat.
With his mouth directly next to her ear, he whispered in her ear. “I’m not going to come. I’m saving this hard cock for later. We’ll suffer through the rest of this party, and you’ll be the only one who knows I have a dick ready and waiting to slide into your pussy and fuck you into a coma. I’ll love watching that beautiful face of yours turn every shade of red when you look at me, knowing how much pain I’m in waiting for the heaven between your thighs. And even though I’ve just gotten you off, you’ll be just as needy as me when we leave here.”
Slowly, Charlotte recovered from her lust drunk inability to form thoughts. When she did, she opened her eyes to find Trey staring at her face. Emotions scrolled across his face like the headlines across the ticker on a TV screen. Lust. Affection. And strangely, fear. What he had to fear, she didn’t know. Obviously, she had forgiven him for the past weeks. She wouldn’t have done this with him if she hadn’t. An urge to reassure him took hold and wouldn’t let go.
Her panic attack from before a distant memory, Charlotte smiled and caressed his cheek. He leaned into the touch in a movement that very much reminded her of Weasley.
“Thank you for the distraction. Are you sure you don't want me to take care of that big problem in your pants.” She swiveled her hips against his still hard cock, and he hissed in response.
“No.” Trey kissed her forehead, then stood from the bed. He shoved his hand down the front of his jeans, where his cock tented the stiff fabric. With a few maneuvers, he tugged that part of him under the waistband of his jeans and pulled his shirt back on. The bottom covered the still obvious bulge in his pants. “Think of it as penance.”
Charlotte opened her mouth to protest, but Trey swooped down for another kiss, silencing the words before she let them fly.
“Why don't you take a couple minutes to straighten up and meet me downstairs?”
He waited until she nodded, then turned and slipped out the door, leaving her with one last heated look and a wink.
Once the door clicked shut, Charlotte covered her heated face with both hands and giggled. She’d just been dry humped to completion in her boyfriend’s childhood bed. And loved every second. Standing on shaking legs, she went to the full-length mirror hanging on the back of his closet door and made sure her blouse was back in place. Finger combing her hair would have to do since she didn’t see a brush anywhere.
With three deep breaths, Charlotte crossed the room to the door. Just as she grasped the handle, a doorbell ring, and Trey called out that he would get it.
Padding as quietly as possible down the stairs, Charlotte prayed that no one would notice her slinking from Trey’s room. It felt as if a giant neon sign flashed above her head reading just got dry humped.
Thankfully, no one noticed, because every eye inside the house was trained on the door, where a tense stand-off took place between Trey and whoever stood at the door.
“I said leave.”
A woman’s voice responded with impatience. “Come on T, it’s ancient history. Mom and Dad invited me here.”
“You don’t get to call them Mom and Dad anymore. You know very well if they knew the whole story, they wouldn’t want you within spitting distance of their door.” Trey’s voice held so much anger and cold fury, Charlotte thought for a moment he must be someone else and just looked like the man who treated her with gentle kindness. “Leave. Now.”
The woman’s voice lowered to a whisper so none of the dozen or so people loitering in the living room could hear. But with each word she uttered, Trey’s shoulders grew tenser, the muscles visible under the stretched fabric bunching.
