Page 46 of Dirty Chorus

She’s close to me as she leans into my closet, treating it like a clothing store as she pushes the hangers side to side in contemplation. I can taste the cinnamon on her tongue already. All I have to do is spin her around and kiss her. She stands on her tippy-toes, pulling a shirt off a hanger.

“I’ll eventually give them back. I promise.”

“Sure, that’s what all thieves say.”

She rolls her eyes and tilts her head to the side. And I’m done for. She zeros in. A lioness and I’m the hopeless antelope. “What are you doing?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer. The shirt falls to her feet, and her fingers hook around the corner of my towel instead. This isn’t a good idea. I can keep it in my pants, but they aren’t on right now. I swear she was on the verge of an orgasm during filming. At times, I swear she was clenching her thighs together. After the shooting, all I want is to fuck her in my bed.

Everything around me disappears. When I shudder in another breath, I curl one hand over the back of her neck and run a hand through her hair. I bet she’s wet like her hair, and I’d tangle myself up and stick to her like every strand on her skin.

“I can’t.” My heartbeat is in my ears, and if she touches my chest, it’s going to give it away. And she does exactly that. She runs a hand over my chest, and it starts to pound even harder.

“Why?” she asks.

“I’m not gonna be able to leave you alone if you do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“Fuckin’ steal my heart.”

She shudders at the words. I lower my head and press my lips to her, and with one tug my towel plops to the floor, and hers slithers off too. I bit her bottom lip, and she obeyed, letting me sink my tongue into her mouth. She makes the sweetest moans. A jolt of electricity sizzles right down to my dick. My brain fried. She’ll be an addiction worse than heroin. I already know I’ll die if I withdraw from it.

Our gazes lock as she flattens her palm against my chest. “Charlie, I’m serious.” I grasp her palm. I don’t want her to feel my beating heart raging in chest.

“I don’t care.”

“I’m just a stupid guy who does stupid things. I’m nothing special.”

“You might be special to me.”

She kisses me softly and sweetly, a peck, as her body molds against mine. It’s no secret I’m hard as a rock, and I’ll be in so much pain if I don’t do something about it. My dick is a knife poking her in the stomach.

Her hands drift lower, brushing the tip of my cock. “You don’t need to do that.” I’m shivering from her slow, torturous exploration of my length, her fragile fingers caress my muscles and veins begging for release.

Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and fuck. Her grip is perfect. The moment she tightens her hold and gives me one solid, slow stroke from root to tip, a shudder rages through me. My knees buckle and I stumble back into the wall for support. Shit. She massages me, her soft fingers gliding over my skin, and I’m already leaking, a bead of precum welling up at my slit. I’m dead. This is it. Her hands feel this good and I’m leaking like a fucking teenager. I’m that turned on.

“Charlie...” Too late, she’s dropping to her knees. Her tongue licks the tip of my dick. She slides her hand up and down a few times, massaging the tip before... oh fuck. She’s not speaking, it’s the devilish look in her eyes. She does it again, a slow, languid lick from the edge of my balls all the way up the throbbing underside of my dick to the very tip.

I groaned, my head thudding back against the wall. Oh, fuck. She did it again, her tongue putting me under its spell. She slides her tongue up and down my shaft a few times, her thumb swirling over the slick tip.

And then she took me.

She didn’t just bob down. She engulfs me. Her mouth is a furnace of wet, sucking heat, and she takes me all the way to the root in one smooth motion. I’m seeing stars already. My vision tunnels. Her nose presses into my pubic bone, and I feel her throat constrict around the head of my cock. Holy fucking hell. She held me there for a timeless second, and I was lost, completely submerged in the sensation.

She pulls back, licking her way back up my length with agonizing slowness, her tongue swirling around the crown before she sinks down again, taking me deep. And again. And again. Her head begins to move in a perfect, steady rhythm, up and down my dick, her hand working in unison with her mouth, stroking what she can’t take.

I love the way she sounds. The wet, sucking noises, the soft gagging as she takes me deep, the little moans vibrating against my shaft. “Oh fuck, Charlie,” I gasp, my fingers curling into her hair. I don’t take control, not really. I just follow her rhythm, my hips giving tiny, helpless pumps into the incredible warmth of her mouth. I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and this is too good. She’s too good.

Her pace is relentless. I don’t think I’ve ever been deepthroated, but here she is. I haven’t come from messing with a girl in months. None of them seemed to do it right. But Trouble here is lavishing and putting all her attention on the head, her tongue flicking and teasing the slit, sucking just the tip like she is trying to pull the soul right out of me. I can feel the pressure coiling in my balls, a tight, electric knot that has been dormant for far too long.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, my voice a strangled mess. “Charlie, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

That just made her suck harder. Her pace quickens, her hand stroking faster at the base. The tip of my dick tingles, a prickle of imminent release spreads through my entire body. I feel my abs clench and my thighs tremble.

It rips through me with a force that steals the air from my lungs. A raw, guttural groan tears from my throat as I rock my hips forward, shooting pulse after pulse into her mouth. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t pull away. She sucks hard, milking me, her throat working around me as she swallows every fucking drop.

A deep, satiated warmth floods my chest, my limbs are heavy and boneless. I lean back against the wall, completely wrecked. I’m tainted by her. I’m going to fall for her. I’m scared shitless because I can’t stop it.