Charlie arches a brow at me before a smirk slides across his lips. He lowers his mouth to my skin again, his tongue drags across my chest, and when his teeth scrape over my nipple, I whimper.
“Fuck …”
“There we go,” he mumbles, his hand already working at my pants. “That's what I wanted to hear.”
This man is torturing me. “Charlie, please …”
He pulls back, looking down at me with that infuriating smirk. “Please, what?”
I roll my eyes like the brat that I am. “You know exactly what.”
“Say it anyway.” His fingers pop the button on my shorts, but he doesn't move any further. Just waits, watching me squirm.
“I hate you.”
“Liar.” He palms me through the fabric, and I curse, my hips bucking up. “Try again.”
“Fuck me, sir,” I manage, and his grin turns wicked.
“Fuck, D …” He groans. “Hearing you call me sir, fuck …”
“New kink unlocked?” I chuckle.
“Seems like it.”
He drags my shorts and underwear down in one motion, and I'm suddenly very aware of how hard I am. Charlie's eyes darken as he takes me in.
“Fuck, look at you.” His hand wraps around my cock, and I nearly come off the bed at his touch. “So, fucking perfect.”
“Charlie … shit …” If he keeps looking at me like that, I might just come in his face.
“That's not what you just called me.” He strokes me slowly, deliberately, and I'm going to lose my mind.
“Sir,” I gasp out, and he groans, liking hearing the word. “Better.” His thumb swipes over the head, and I buck into his hand. “You're going to be good for me, aren't you?”
This man is going to be the death of me. “Depends on what you're asking.” He stops moving his hand entirely, and I actually whine. “Charlie …”
“Sir,” he corrects, smirking down at me like the smug bastard he is.
“You're enjoying this way too much.” I pout at him.
A deep chuckle vibrates through him. “I really am.” He releases me completely, and I want to cry. “On your stomach.”
My brain short-circuits. “What?”
“You heard me. Turn over.” His voice drops lower, commanding, and fuck if that doesn't make me scramble to obey. I flip onto my stomach, and his hands are immediately on me, sliding down my back, over my ass. He squeezes hard enough to make me gasp.
“You know how long I've wanted to do this?” he mutters, and I feel him shift behind me. He reaches out, and I hear the shuffle of his hand inside the bedside table. “How many cold showers I've taken thinking about you like this?” Then I hear the squelchof the bottle of lube, instant coldness against my skin, and warm hands, tenderly readying me.
“Tell me.” My voice is muffled against the pillow.
“Every. Single. Night.” His hands spread me open and … oh fuck ….
I’m as giddy as a schoolgirl as I snuggle into Charlie. “That was …” I’m unable to find the words.
“Mind-blowing.”
“Ten out of ten would recommend doing it again.” I chuckle.
