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“Holy fuck, Charlie,” I gasp, as heat floods meeverywhere: my head, my chest, my belly, my swollen, sparking clit. I even feel the rush to my curling toes. Some part of my brain registers that I’m breathing easily even while every other thought flaps off into the ether. I just burn and burn and burn.
When there’s nothing left but ashes and embers, Charlie lifts himself onto one forearm. A last spasm flutters through me as cool air hits my overstimulated clit. My thigh muscle jolts, my leg snapping up. My knee pops into something soft.
Charlie rolls off me with a groan. “Fuck.”
Hazily, I sit up. And stare in horror at the puffing ring of red flesh around Charlie’s right eye. His lids immediately begin swelling closed.
“Chaz! Omigod, I’m so sorry.”
His groan turns into a deep chuckle. He cups his hand over his eye, sits back on his heels, and laughs his fool arse off.
“I hate you,” I tell him.
“You just kicked me in the face after I made you fucking come. That should be my line.”
“It was a knee,” I huff. “Let me heal you.”
“Nah. Nah-nah-nah. I’m wearing this until it goes down on its own and when anyone asks me how I got it, I’m telling them I made you come so hard you punched me in the head.”
“I will murder you until you’re dead, Charlie Miller.”
He crawls over me, pushing me onto my back, and drops his weight down with a chuckle and a groan as his stiffy mashes into my thigh. I cup his cheek and rub my thumb over his eye, soothing the flesh, reknitting the ruptured blood vessels. He blinks at me, green eyes washed to gray in the light filtering through the room’s curtains. On the second blink, his eyelid deflates to normal.
He grins at me. “Thanks, bean.”
“We never get anything right the first time, do we?”
He chuckles. “Nah, but the second round makes up for it. You gonna let me give you another O before I drown your goblin?”
“I swear, Chaz, you call it a goblin one more time.”
His chest bounces against mine as he laughs. “I love how self-conscious you are. Don’t you know I’ve been dreaming about your pussy for years? Even if you did have a goblin down there—which youdon’t, Teddy—all I’d do is introduce myself to it nicely before proceeding to violate you every way I’ve been thinkin’ about since we were fourteen.” He reaches under me, grabs a handful of my arse, and rolls us over until I’m on top of him. He releases his handful only to slap me hard enough for my breath to catch at the sting. “Ride me. I wanna watch you. Burn every moment into my brain. I want a million more times with you, but we’ll never have another first time together. Lemme watch you take me.”
Fuck, he dirty-talks like a pro. I push up off his chest and straddle him. Somehow. Since my bones have melted.
He circles my wrist with his fingers and draws my hand to his mouth. While I rub myself up and down the hard ridge stretching to his bellybutton, he kisses my fingers one by one. His cock leaps against the pressure, patting firmly against my clit, sending hot sparks up into my tum.
I reach between us and stroke my thumb up and down his wet length. “Yeah?”
He nods and sucks my middle finger into his mouth.
I lift myself and balance on my knees. Reaching down, I position him, rub his tip around to open myself a little, before I sink down an inch.
I watch his face as he enters me for the first time. Charlie doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve the way Gabe does, but he’s wholly open to me right now. I see every thought, every emotion chase through his eyes. Uncertainty. Pleasure. Wonder. Awe. Love. There’s something so amazing about a strong lad letting himself be vulnerable in this moment of connection.
“Charlie,” I whisper, letting him know I’m right here with him.
He draws softly against my finger. “Go slow.”
I do, sliding down an inch, then pushing back up with my knees, until our bodies are just kissing, before taking that throbbing inch into me again. Charlie groans in pleasure and frustration.
“Fuck, I could do that all day.”
As I take him a little deeper, I squeeze my internal muscles. Charlie goes rigid under me, his back arching.
“Fuck, yeah,” he pants. “Fuck, more of that.”
I give it to him. Sinking half-way down and squeezing. Sliding up so our bodies are barely entwined and pausing just long enough to tremble together before pushing myself down on him.
