CHAPTER
THREE
CHARLIE
Athie tightened around my fingers, her pussy gripping on to me like she didn’t want me to pull out, and curled her fingers against my biceps. Her legs started shaking even more violently, and her pretty, full lips parted.
“Ch-Ch-Charlie,” she whispered. “I-I’m going to?—”
“Athena!” Heather, Athena’s friend, shouted from the living room. She must’ve had a key.
Athena widened her eyes and snatched my wrist. “Shit! Why are they here so?—”
Instead of stopping, I continued to curl my finger over her G-spot, massaging it to make my girl feel good. I had been waiting for this moment since I’d met Athie years ago, and I wasn’t going to let her leave this room without satisfying her.
“Charlie,” she whispered. “You have to stop! They’re here!”
I rested my forehead on hers and curled my fingers faster, loving the way that her little pussy gripped me. She pushed at my hand and bit down on her bottom lip, small little whimpers escaping her mouth.
“Athena, where are you?” Heather shouted.
“I’ll be out in a … in a minute!” Athena yelled back. “I’m ch-changing!”
“Look at you,” I murmured against her lips. “I bet that pressure in your core is too much for my pretty girl.” I peppered kisses down her jaw, then down the column of her neck, finding her soft spot. “It’s okay. Let it all out, baby,” I cooed.
When her entire body arched hard up into me, I pressed my mouth against hers. She moaned softly against my lips, her arms convulsing and her pussy clenching and unclenching around my fingers. I pushed my cum deeper inside her.
She might’ve been on birth control, but I knew she forgot to take it some days.
And, God, the thought of Athie carrying our child …
“Fuck,” I growled into her mouth.
I could never—ever—say that aloud to her, but it made me hard again.
Once she finally came down from her orgasm, she lay back on the rug and stared up at the ceiling, her long red hair sprawled all around her. I grabbed my pants, heart pounding inside my chest.
Did that really just … happen?
“Damn, you’re taking a long time,” Heather said from the hallway, approaching the room.
After quickly tugging up on my pants, I grabbed a basket of laundry that Athena had in the corner of her room and slipped out the door before Heather had a chance to barge in and see Athena naked on the bed.
I bumped into her with the basket of laundry between us. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”
“What are you doing in Athena’s room?” Heather asked, wiggling her brows at me while Athena’s other friends, Sierra and Sun, looked over from the couch in the living room.
“Grabbing her clothes to start a load of laundry,” I said, tilting my head and lifting the basket full of clothes. I flashed her a believable and innocent smile—the same one I had given Athena countless times after I jerked off while streaming, thinking about her.
“Mmhmm,” Heather hummed, walking to the kitchen to grab a bowl for the popcorn she had already started popping in the microwave.
Sierra and Sun returned to searching Netflix for movies that they wanted to watch.
I headed past them to the laundry room and shut the door behind me, dumping the basket on the floor and leaning back against the wall. While my dick had been hard a couple of moments ago, it had softened, but the front of my pants was wet from the last few drops of cum.
Fuck, I can’t believe what I just did.
Before shoving Athena’s clothes into the washer, I found a pair of her pink panties.
