She reached up and gripped Charlotte’s shoulder, pushing her down against the bed as she moved harder, faster, really fucking Charlotte.
The gasps and groans turned into cries of Sutton’s name, and every single one pounded through her until it was all she could hear.
Her name on Charlotte’s lips, Charlotte’s heat around her fingers, Charlotte’s legs sliding open wider to take her even deeper.
Charlotte wanted her, and she feltcrazedby the thought.
She’d known for the majority of their friends-with-benefits situation that Charlotte was attracted to her, sure, but it wasn’t like this. This was not the controlled Charlotte she’d once known. The Charlotte who did only ever lose that control—unwillingly, it felt like—in the bedroom.
This was Charlotte who pressed herself back into Sutton with abandon. Her control didn’t slip this time; she’d given it up.
And that knowledge made Sutton moan herself, grinding into her own hand as she used her hips to fuck Charlotte even harder.
Both of Charlotte’s hands gripped Sutton’s sheets, knuckles turning white, as she felt Charlotte get tighter around her fingers. She wanted to feel Charlotte come for her more than she thought she’d ever wanted anything.
No, she didn’t want it; sheneededit.
“I need it,” she found herself gasping as she moved her hand faster.
Charlotte only moaned in response.
“I need to see you come for me,” she said again, her own urgency rising as she slid her other hand down and sought out Charlotte’s hard clit.
Within seconds of rubbing her, even from a not-great angle, she felt it. Charlotte’s body froze, then trembled so hard as she cried out.
“Sutton. Sutt—fuck!”
She felt Charlotte contract around her, felt her body shudder so hard as she grinded back into Sutton’s hand.
She didn’t stop moving, not until Charlotte reached down clumsily, her hand weakly tapping at Sutton’s still moving between her thighs.
Her own desperation clawed through her even as Charlotte flopped down, seemingly boneless, onto her stomach.
Sutton stared at her, momentarily in a haze as she felt herself dripping down her thighs. Charlotte was breathing heavily, her hands curled into loose fists against Sutton’s sheets, and her body was utterly melted into the mattress from being so sated.
And Suttonneededall over again.
She reached down, urging Charlotte onto her back. Charlotte moved with her willingly, settling against one of Sutton’s pillows as her chest heaved, and she looked so utterly fucked, that Sutton felt her clit pulse even harder. She did that to Charlotte.
Shedid that, and she knew—she justknew—that even in the lovers Charlotte had surely taken since, she’d never let any of them have her in this way.
Sutton tossed her leg over Charlotte’s hips, settling above her as that thought nearly pushed her to the edge in and of itself. But she didn’t want to come without Charlotte’s touch, even if she could. That wasn’t what this wasabout.
She wasn’t even sure what it necessarily was about, but she knew it wasn’t that.
“Touch me,” she very nearly begged, her voice reedy. She rocked against Charlotte’s hips, knowing Charlotte couldfeelhow wet she was for her. She rubbed herself against Charlotte, so wet she could hardly find any traction, andstillit felt so… “Charlotte, I’m–”
Charlotte, brown hair tousled and messy, lips swollen from Sutton’s mouth, her entire expression dazed, looked up at her from where she lay and snapped to attention the second Sutton spoke.
As if her words, her need, lit something in Charlotte, her expression lit up, and she reached down, sliding her hand between Sutton’s legs. She lifted her hips just enough to let Charlotte touch her before grinding back down.
The firm, steady touch on her clit was fuckingheaven, and she grinded down into it with great need. She didn’t care that she was soaking Charlotte’s entire hand, dripping down against her hip.
She couldn’t care less about the gasping, desperate groans escaping the back of her throat as she threw her head back.
She just—she was so— “God, I’m so close,” she moaned out. “I’m… I?—”
Fuck. Her world drew into central focus, her nerve endings alight, and she wanted to comeso badly, she thought as she rode Charlotte’s hand even harder. She was so close, so?—
