Page 28 of Floored (Frenched 3)
My mouth hung open in ecstasy as he switched from slow velvet sweeps of his tongue through my pussy to rapid little flicks over my clit. I looked down, gasping for breath when I saw his swollen cock above his pants, framed between the V lines of his lower abdomen. His fitted undershirt had ridden up just enough for me to see the bottom portion of his six-pack stomach, and then there was his shiny wet chin between my legs. Christ, I didn’t know where to look—everywhere my eyes alighted was something that threatened to push me over the edge. Nerve endings I didn’t even know I had were igniting inside me.
“Fuck,” I breathed as his tongue swirled and stroked.
“I thought you didn’t swear.” Charlie’s lips brushed my tingling skin.
“I don’t. Fuck,” I said again, louder this time. I hung helplessly from the barre as he pulled my pussy tighter to his face, plunging his tongue inside me. Christ, could he breathe? Forcing myself to open my eyes and watch in the mirror, I panted hard as he devoured me, until I couldn’t take anymore and my entire lower body tingled in anticipation of release—but I didn’t want it to end yet. “Charlie, slow down…slow down.”
“No. This time I want you to come fast,” he said, licking along the crease of my inner thighs. “And I want you to watch it happen.”
“But I—don’t want it to end.” I went totally still, begging my body not to give in.
“You’re going to come for me now, Erin. But go ahead, try to fight it.”
He moved one of his hands from my leg to his cock. Stroking himself as he circled his tongue over my clit, he moaned softly and I struggled mightily with self-control. Oh my God oh my God, was this even real? I watched our reflections like a movie and felt outside myself—the girl barely looked like me, her skin flushed and glowing, reddish hair tumbling down her body, on her face an expression of rapture and disbelief. And she was hanging from a ballet barre by her cuffed wrists, a gorgeous man’s face buried between her thighs. This couldn’t be me!
But it was—I felt the storm inside me, the way it raged against my self-restraint, the way it pummeled my defenses. Below me, Charlie jerked himself faster and harder, with a rhythm that matched his tongue, his hips lifting off the floor. “Oh God,” I moaned, surrendering to it.
Eyes locked on our bodies in the glass, I gave in and moved my hips, rocking over his mouth. He moaned again, and I moved faster, yanking my wrists painfully against the metal cuffs. “Yes,” I cried. “Yes, yes, yes!” My orgasm peaked, my body seizing up, paralyzed in exquisite torture as he sucked my throbbing clit. My cries echoed throughout the empty room, and I closed my eyes, dropping my head back.
Aftershocks made me twitch and tremble as he swept his tongue from front to back, unabashedly probing every slick inch of the seam between my legs. “Oh my God, Charlie.” I picked up my head and opened my eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
“I want you wet when I fuck you.”
Another shiver of excitement racked my body as I looked at his cock. “I’m wet. Fuck me now. Hard.”
Were those my words? Was that my mouth uttering them? Mia once told me that she and Lucas had amazing phone sex once she got over her fear of saying certain things out loud. At the time, I thought I’d never, ever be able to do anything like that. A nice girl just didn’t speak that way, not out loud. What if the guy was repulsed? What if it scared him to have a woman be so immodest, so unashamed? Wouldn’t he think she was slutty?
But I wasn’t scared now. And I didn’t care about being called a slut. I didn’t care about anything right now except feeling Charlie Dwyer’s cock inside me, hearing him tell me what he was going to do to me, hearing myself say the things he asked me to.
Apparently he didn’t care about anything else either, because he was kneeling in front of me rolling a condom over his dick before I could even blink. His face was shiny from his chin to his nose, and the sight of my wetness over his handsome features had me spreading my knees wider, breathing harder.
He took his cock in his hands and teased me with the tip, rubbing it over my sensitive clit. Just like Brad Pitt in the shower, but real. Real! I moaned with impatience, my hands fisting. “Please, Charlie.”
Suddenly he thrust up inside me so hard I was jerked right off the floor. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and hooked my legs around his hips. “Told you you’d beg.”
He g
ave me what I wanted, and he gave it to me hard and deep. My wrists banged around inside the cuffs, the cool sharp pain in my bones a delicious contrast to the heat buzzing through my core. “That feels—so good,” I said, barely able to speak between hot, heavy breaths.
Charlie’s eyes were locked on my face. “God, you’re beautiful. I’d forgotten how beautiful you were. Or maybe I never knew.” He slid one hand up my side and closed it over my breast, looping the other one around my waist. When he pinched my nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers, I dug my heels into his ass and arched my back. “Fuck yes, and the way you taste…” His hips moved faster, his cock driving into me with a steady, pulsing rhythm. “I like that sweetness all over my fingers, my tongue, my cock. Dripping from you.”
Soft little sounds escaping my throat, I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in my shoulder. “You’re going to make me come again.”
“Good.”
“Come with me,” I breathed, desperate with the need to have him fall apart too. This couldn’t only be me. He felt how good it was, right?
His hands returned to my ass, jerking me onto his hard length, and I gasped at the hot twinge of pain when he hit the furthest reaches of me. “Fuck yes,” he growled, the friction between our bodies overwhelming him, the depth of his thrusts overwhelming me. My insides squeezed his driving cock, tightening to the point of pain, and for a terrifying moment I lingered at the brink of my second orgasm, unsure if I’d be able to come again without being able to use my hands, pull him closer, put the pressure where I wanted it.
But as if life wasn’t unfair enough, not only did Charlie Dwyer grow up gorgeous and built, he was also apparently a scholar of female anatomy, at least where orgasms are concerned. Right at the critical moment, he tilted my hips in such a way that the base of his cock rubbed my clit, his movements shortening to tiny little thrusts as he came, sending me over the edge. My toes pointed, my mouth fell open, and my entire body went rigid with tension before pleasure unfurled inside me, our bodies pulsing together in unison.
A moment later, I hung limply from the barre and opened my eyes. Charlie’s were still closed, his breaths still quick.
“Um…” I started. But I had no idea what to say. Would this be awkward again? At least this time it wasn’t only me who’d lost control.
Charlie opened his eyes, and a little flutter went through my belly at their deep blue warmth. An aftershock, I decided quickly. Not feelings. For heaven’s sake, we hadn’t even kissed. There were no feelings. But I’d never had sex with anyone I didn’t have feelings for, so it was no wonder my body was confused. My mind just had to keep reminding it that this wasn’t that. It would never be that, and I didn’t want it to be that. Didn’t need it to be that.
“You OK?” he asked, his voice soft. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was tenderness.
