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“You scared me.” She gives me the dirtiest glare in existence, and I realize the door is wide open. I double-take at the door and her, butt-ass-naked. “Hello!”

“Sorry.” I shut the door closed with my hand in my face.

“What is wrong with you?”

“I dunno, I’m just going a little crazy right now.” I swallow and regret barging in here. I don’t even know why I barged in. I should've stopped myself, but I can’t. Maybe I just need to have her one last time, to fucking sear the memory of her skin onto mine. I need this physical ache in my gut to vanish into thin air. But it’s not going away. It’s not shutting off. These feelings are like parasites invading every square inch of myself.

I can’t stop feeling them. And I can’t stop admiring how gorgeous Charlie is. She turns her back to me, bending over her bag to look for her suit. The sight hit me. I lean just slightly, catching her pussy, and a bit of dark hair. She has perfect curves, even her ass is enough for me to have a handful. I even want to run my hands down the delicate dip of her spine. Good God. The way her long, dark hair falls over her shoulders has my jaw dropping to the floor and my balls tightening with anticipation.

Damn it! I have to break it to her. The words are there on my tongue, but I’m sure Satan just cut it off with a knife. Charlie turns around. A small gasp escaped her lips, but she didn’t cover herself. Her eyes were wide, questioning. “Are you seriously staring at me?”

“I can’t fucking do it,” I say, my voice rough.

“Do what?”

I close the distance between us in two strides. I already said too much. I grab her by the hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and lift her onto the cold porcelain of the counter. Her hands fall back, knocking over the soap dispenser and the towel hanging on the rack. She doesn’t resist. Her legs fall open for me. What did I expect? A rejection. She’s been begging me for weeks straight, and now I’m wanting her to smack me so I can run away with my tail between my legs. But I'm being invited in, her opening wet with temptation written all over it.

I run a hand across her thighs and my thumb meets her clit circling it slowly. She gasps and moans, dipping her head back. Once I dip my finger inside her she pants. “Fuck...” She meets the rhythm of me pumping inside her.

I’m so fucking sorry, I shoved my joggers and boxers down to my knees in one frantic movement. My dick is rock-hard as I take my length within my other hand and start to stroke myself while I work her clit. “Yes...mmm,” she moans and just the sound of her has pre-come dripping out of my slit, coating my tip.

Her eyes drop down, and she bites her lips.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whisper, leaning over her lips, as my finger pumps faster into her tight hole that’s clenching my fingers.

She reaches between us, her small fingers wrapping around my hand working my dick. “Can I help?” she asks and I can’t deny her that. Fuck, I let her take control. “Is that why you barged in here?”

“Just like that,” I groan, my hips bucking into her touch. I work her clit harder as she strokes me and I can't help but kiss her, and she moans between our lips.

“Do you wanna come on me,” she whispers into my mouth, her strokes becoming faster, tighter.

“Christ, yes. Come with me, fucking come baby,” I hiss, my knees feeling weak. I’m usually not this quick to explode, but it’s been building up all day, and her hands are soft and warm. Even the look of her silver eyes watching me closely as she moans, her pupils widening as she strokes me faster and I’m working the beautiful clit of hers. She’s so wet – drenching my hand fucking it so good and she’s making sure to give the tip of my dick that extra squeeze that leaves me stammering. Her moans grow louder and I’m matching her volume. She’s gonna get me there, and I’m gonna... I’m gonna...

“Oh my God, Noah!” she cries out and moans, her lips parting as she convulses under my touch. Fuck she’s coming and my abs clench and cue. A deep, guttural groan rips from my throat.

My whole body goes rigid. My vision turns crystal white and spins into blackness. My free hand slaps against the mirror for support as the sensation tears through me. My heart hammers for her, something I'm not used to. I come all over her hand and she’s come all over mine. It’s dripping down her thighs, and I’ve made an absolute mess. Shit, I'm an asshole. My fingers slip out of her pussy and I slump forward, spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” I paw at the toilet paper roll like a cat, gathering up several pieces to clean myself up and wipe my mess off her thighs.

“It’s okay.” She gasps between breaths and grabs some of the paper from my hand, cleaning her hands off. “You’re amazing...fuck.”

“I shouldn’t have.” I gather my boxers and pants, pulling them up. “Shit... I’ll meet you outside.” I keep cursing and head out the door, throwing it open and walking two steps down the hallway before realizing I didn’t even close it shut. I’m a douchebag. Fuck! I rush back over and close it for her.

Chapter 42

Charlie

Charlie: I miss you. What are you up to?

Noah: Closing the store, and gonna work on the demo

Charlie: Can I swing by?

Noah: Not tonight. I’m sorry. We are really trying to finish it.

The dorm feels too small tonight. The air’s stale from leftover popcorn and the faint trace of Payton’s vanilla perfume. She’s sitting cross-legged on her bed, laptop open, typing something fast, too fast, like she’s trying to pretend I’m not here.

I twist the end of my blanket between my fingers. “Hey,” I say softly. “You wanna come by Noah’s sometime? I think you’d really like his music, and it’s like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Payton doesn’t look up. “I can’t. I gotta study, and Ryder is gonna help me with my algebra, so yeah...”