This declaration sounds more serious than the others have, and it makes me want to give in, but time has taught me better. He is always capable of making me feel good, but he rarely knows how to handle it when things aren’t easy, and long distance isn’t easy.
“Why don’t we start by seeing each other? Just take things slow and build up to that. I want you to be my man, Charlie, but I also want to make sure we’re not entering into something that isn’t going to be worth my time.”
“Ouch. Not worth your time?”
“Yes. It may sound harsh, but I’ve already given a lot to this, and I’ll be damned if I give any more than I feel ready to.”
Maybe it’s because I don’t need him, but cutting him off each time isn’t as painful as it should be, and that is honestly why I stillentertain this. It’s always better to deal with the devil you know. But if I’m really going to try and give him more than I have been, I need to know that it will lead to something fulfilling.
“Fair enough. I’ll put in the work.”
“Good. Now, about that kiss.”
He leans forward and plants his full lips on mine. The fire that sinks in between my legs is instant. I can’t help but moan against his mouth as I shift so that I can rest my thighs on either side of him. Now I can feel the full length of him pressed against me, turning me on even more. Grinding up, he searches for that friction that will offer some release, but the pants we are both wearing stop that from happening.
Solving that issue quickly, it’s not long before he has me bent over his desk, with my underwear around my ankles. My face presses into the wood, while my hands grip the other side.
“This ass, Monty,” he says, before offering a light spank.
I arch back, inviting him to do another. Each one that follows is harder than the last, and I know my light cheeks are a little red. The image makes me even wetter, making it easy for him to slide two fingers in. He pumps them slowly, building the frenzy inside of me. When his thumb goes to my clit I buck up again in desperation.
Remembering who’s outside that door pushes me to bite my lips in an effort not to cry out, but I can’t stop the moans.
“You’re so tight, I can feel you clenching with just this in you. Are you going to be able to take me?” He finger fucks me harder, the thrusts faster and deeper.
“Yes,” I whisper, the breath from my lungs stolen by my muffled groans.
“I can’t hear you, baby. Can you take this dick?”
“Yes,” I say again, a little louder.
“You better, because I’m fucking you either way.”
I hear the quiet ripping of the condom wrapper before he enters me quickly and roughly. Pulling my head up by my braids, he uses it as an anchor to push all the way in.
This time I can’t hold back the gasp that comes from him stretching me to my limits. When his hand comes down on my ass again at the same time as he yanks my hair, it’s enough to send me over the edge. I know Rowan hears me as my orgasm pours out of my mouth in one guttural cry.
Not finished, he fucks me through my climax, quickly bringing me to another.
“Not yet, you’re not allowed to come yet.” He grunts, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in, causing the desk to shift.
I grip the edge tighter, trying to breathe through my attempt at holding out. Caring little for my suffering, he pumps slowly, letting himself really enjoy being in me.
“Charlie,” I beg, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Not yet.” He pulls all the way out this time, then slams in again.
“Charlie!”
“Not yet.” Moving his hand to grip the back of my neck, he picks up speed, his rhythm becoming erratic.
Close to the point of tears, I have no idea how much longer I can do this.
“Oh my god, Charlie.”
He finally says the words I’ve been dying to hear.
“Come for me.”
