I broke the kiss and began to stand. Charlie made a gasp of disappointment, but I put a finger to his lips to signal we weren’t done yet. I guess I’d used up all of my mistakes practicing with Kallie earlier, because dancing against Charlie felt natural. As I rose to my feet, I supported myself with my hands on his shoulders, and slowly ran one leg down his dick. His body quivered. With that same leg, I lifted it over my head and placed it on his shoulder. Charlie froze completely, and I leaned forward so that I balanced on my tiptoes, lunging into the splits. Charlie’s expression was mystified as he ran a hand up and down my thigh, feeling the heels I wore before continuing upward. He paused just before he got to my panties.
“I’mveryflexible,” I told him. “You can have me in any position you want.”
Charlie swallowed. He looked nervous, which baffled me. Hadn’t he done things like this before? “I think you’re the one that’s got me.”
I gave a throaty laugh.Thank you, Ivy.I moved forward, so my knee was hanging off his shoulder, and my breasts were pressed up against Charlie’s face. His mouth began to move over my breasts, kissing them like he’d been enchanted by a goddess. I allowed myself the indulgence of letting out a few more delicious moans. I let my hair fall across his shoulder, and thankfully, none of it got in his face.
“Ancestors, you smell so good,” he breathed. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and it made my head spin. I had to remind myself that this was about giving him a good time, and not me, but damn if I didn’t want him to continue. Charlie continued to lavish attention on my breasts. He brought me to the edge before retreating backward, teasing me before he dove right in again, alternating his attention between one breast and the other, using both his hands and his mouth. My mind fell into a buzz, and even the ever-common voices faded away to nothing but static as I fell into Charlie’s lustful touch.
The moment snuck up on me. One second, I was enjoying the feel of his tongue against my nipples, and the next, I was spiraling into a climax. My head fell backward, and I let out a loud cry. Charlie continued to play with me as I let go, and one of his hands wrapped around my back to bring me even closer. He didn’t pull back until I was panting, completely brittle in his arms.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. He’d made me come by touching my breastsalone. He was some sort of fucking sex god.
I expected our first time fooling around to be a lot of awkward fumbling, maybe some pleasurable moments thrown in. After all, I didn’t know what I was doing.
But it wasn’t like that. It was like we’d done this a million times, and were just coming back to the memories now. I could hardly believe we hadn’t done this before. This was some kind of magic.
I managed to bring the dizziness of my orgasm to a close. I slid down his body, removing my leg from his shoulder so I was straddling him again. I tried to go slowly, though my hands shook nervously as I unbuttoned his pants and slowly drew his zipper down. Ancestors, his dick looked fucking huge right now. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the thing.
Before I pulled down his boxers, Charlie grabbed my wrists. “You sure about this?”
“Yes,” I said. “Absolutely. I want to touch you.”
Charlie let his grip drop, so he was feeling my thighs again. I pulled down his boxers slightly, and his dick sprang free. I gasped once I saw it.
Oh. My. Ancestors. It wasperfect.Like, peoplesaiddicks were ugly, but Charlie’s was a work of art. I didn’t even know how to approach it.
Charlie sensed my trepidation. “Just play around with it. It all feels good.”
I reached out and took his dick into my hand. His skin felt so smooth underneath my palm. I played with it carefully, stroking his most sensitive parts with care and concern. Charlie let out a couple of noises of satisfaction, but they made me hesitate instead of continuing on. Was I doing this right?
“You can go a little faster,” he said. “You aren’t going to hurt me.”
I didn’t want to. I knew a guy’s junk was sensitive. I’d worried somehow I was going to rip it clean off. But he didn’t seem too bothered. I picked up the pace. When I began to go faster, Charlie put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward. He kissed me, and I worked his body up to a stupor, feeling his dick jerk in my hand.
“Ava,” he gasped against my mouth.
I nearly stopped, thinking I had done something wrong, until I realized he’d said my name out of passion. I increased my speed and held him a little tighter, and that’s when I felt it. Charlie’s excitement surged through our bond, and before I knew what was happening, stars exploded behind my vision. Charlie said my name again, and I felt his climax coat my hand. At the same time, a rush of exhilaration and euphoria coursed through my blood. My body wasn’t having an orgasm, but in my head, my mind experienced the same rush of pleasure. I continued to stroke him through the end, urging myself to continue forward even as I was riding the same waves of delirium he felt.
Both of us were gasping when it was over. I pressed my forehead against his.
“Hell, pidge,” he muttered. “You ruin me.”
I bit my lip. “So… was it good?”
Charlie scoffed. “Was it good? You made me feel like a fucking king.”
My insides glowed. Charlie took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me, so I could clean off my hands.
“Who carries a handkerchief around anymore?” I teased. “What are you, an old man?”
“I always come prepared,” he replied slyly. “Never know when you’re gonna need one. They’re good for cleaning up blood.”
He paused, like he’d said something too revealing. He rushed to explain. “People are always getting into fights at the Institute. It’s important to have something to get the blood out of your eyes.”
“I know you got in that fight at the start of the semester, but you need to be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt,” I said.
“I won’t get hurt, pidge. I always win.”
