I took another step, my eyes flicking to the bathroom door. Almost involuntarily, they shifted down the hall—toward Charlie’s room.
I could do this.
But what if I went in there and watched? I could be a good observer, silently taking in the way she unraveled, the way she made herself come undone.
I wouldn’t have to touch her. We could still take our time, still focus on building this connection, on creating the foundation of a friendship first.
A soft, breathy moan slipped through her door, and like that, my self-control vanished.
All bets were off.
I moved without thinking. When I reached her door, I hesitated for only a second, my hand hovering over the handle as another quiet moan broke the silence, this one needier.
I gripped the handle and slowly pushed the door open. My heart sped up as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Charlie lay sprawled on the bed, her back arched in a perfect curve, a blue wand pressed tightly between her thighs. Her hips rolled and thrust upward. The slick sound of her arousal filled the room.
Her top was pushed up enough to expose her bare breasts, her nipples tight and begging for attention. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, catching the soft light and making her glow like a goddess lost in her own pleasure. Her head tipped back, mouth parted in a sinful pout, and her lips were swollen and glistening.
I eased the door shut behind me, the softclickof the latch sealing us into the room.
Her head turned toward me, her eyes darkened dangerously. Her lips curved ever so slightly, and in a breathy, desperate whisper, she said, “Austin.”
“Yes, Char.”
She turned slightly, desperate to be worshipped. Her pussy was on display, and I studied her body. She had hourglass curves, her breasts spilled down onto the mattress, a perfect dip where her torso met her hips, and a small rectangular patch of hair was neatly trimmed on her pussy.
“W-We can’t.”
The room went quiet the moment she turned off the wand and the buzzing ceased. She pulled the wand from her body, and I stared at how it glistened. She was soaked.
“I agree,” I begrudgingly confessed.
She was right. We couldn’t slip like we did yesterday. I turned to glance around the room and found a cream-colored oversized chair in the corner. It looked light enough to pick up, so I strode toward it and grabbed it, placing it next to the bed.
I sat down toward the edge of the chair, and from this point of view, I could see her and touch her if I reached out. “I want to watch.”
“Austin,” Charlie said in warning.
I held up my hands. “This doesn’t break our rules. I won’t touch your wand.”
She didn’t close her legs, just shifted so that she was lying more on her side and I could see. There were so many things about Charlie that were attractive to me: her warmth, the way she glowed when she entered the room, her spirit, the damn bucket list, but selfishly, in this moment, I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes from her breasts.
I’d never been with a curvy woman before Charlie. What a fucking shame that was. My fingers twitched with the need to grab her tits, to watch them bounce as she rode me. I wanted to suck on her nipples, teasing them until they pebbled beneath my tongue. Fuck. I was desperate to slide my cock between those perfect pillows and fuck her tits until I couldn’t see straight.
My eyes dropped to my cock, standing painfully hard, throbbing with the sheer need to make every fantasy a reality.
“I-I guess we aren’t breaking the rules.”
I leaned toward her. “I’ll leave and let you finish, Char. You can tell me no.”
She shook her head. “I want you here.”
“Good. Now, tell me what else you want.”
Her hooded amber eyes stared intently. “I want to see you.”
She stared up at my chest, presumably eyeing my tattoo. I hated showing this off, but my current predicament was to give her what she needed and talk about the hard stuff later.
“I’m right here.” I leaned back in the chair, splaying my legs out so my dick was on full display.
