He climbed between my legs and didn’t even think twice about spilling into me because as soon as he slid it in, he was groaning and grunting in a way that I had never heard in any of his videos. Not even the ones with pretty girls.
I curled my fingers around his muscular shoulders and exploded around his huge cock, my back arching and moans escaping my lips. He crawled further up the couch, pushing and pushing himself deeper inside me until his balls pressed up against my aching cunt.
“It’s too much,” I exclaimed.
Why did he keep pushing it deeper inside me? I didn’t know. But the pressure of him driving his hips against my clit continued to push me through the second orgasm of the night.
“You can take it,” he murmured, voice gruff. “My girl can take it.”
My eyes rolled back, and I curled my toes as another orgasm ripped through my body.
“Oh my God!” I cried, digging my nails deep into his muscular back and clawing down it, surely leaving marks all over his body. But I didn’t care.
He had left marks on mine, and whenever he filmed another solo video, everyone would know that he belonged to someone.
Me.
CHAPTER
SIX
CHARLIE
When I walked into Radiant—a BDSM club in the heart of Pittsburgh—the scent of vanilla and sex drifted through my nostrils. I had popped in earlier, but nobody that I wanted to talk to was here, so instead, I had opted for Doughburgh’s famous cheesecake.
After depositing my coat at the front, I spotted Michelle—one of the owners of Radiant and Hector’s sister—walking down the hallway toward the offices, and I headed her way. “Hey, Michelle. Is Hector here?”
“Hate to break it to you, Charles, but Hector is taken,” Michelle teased.
“Ah, you got me,” I said, playing along. “If you see him, tell him I need to talk to him.”
“He should be here later tonight”—Michelle giggled—“but he’s out with Heather now.”
Damn it.
Well, since I was already here, I might as well wait for him. So, I headed toward the main bar. Girls danced around poles as couples watched on black leather couches. I inhaled the scent of liquor and spotted one of Athena’s friends in the crowd.
Sun sat with Russ and Maya, who frequented Radiant, on a couch, sipping on a glass of champagne, her cheeks red with embarrassment. They must’ve been the couple that Heather had mentioned earlier.
I headed toward the bar and found a seat up front.
“Charlie,” Abdul, the bartender, said. “You want your regular?”
I slipped him my black card. “Please.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I expected to see Athena’s name pop up on the screen. Athena had fallen asleep almost immediately once we finished, and I hadn’t wanted to wake her to let her know where I was going.
Besides, I didn’t know what I would’ve said to her anyway.
Truth was, when she had asked me if I wanted to talk about what had happened this morning, I really didn’t because I didn’t want her to tell me that she just thought of us as friends. That would have fucking crushed me.
But on the other hand, I really didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to label us. Did she even want a label? Just friends? Fuck buddies? She meant more to me than that—she always had—but if she only wanted to be friends, then I would gladly only be friends with her.
It would hurt like a bitch, but I refused to lose her.
As Abdul slid me the drink, I pulled out my phone, thinking about how when I’d left her, my cum had been dripping out of her pussy and staining the couch. I’d get us a new one tomorrow, but I thought it’d be a nice reminder of who she belonged to when she woke up and saw it.
Nadia: Let me know babe. xx
