Page 62 of Floored (Frenched 3)
But I had no time to recover.
Charlie’s hand closed in the back of my hair. “Get on your knees.”
Heart pumping madly, I dropped to my knees on the wood floor and he unbuttoned his suit coat and undid his pants. A second later, he rubbed the tip of his cock along my lips. I let them fall open, gently shaking my head back and forth. Then I licked it, slow and sweet, swirling my tongue over and around the smooth head. I looked up at him, and although he was shadowy in the dark, I could see the white of his cuffs, the pocket square, the shirt and tie. God, he looks good in that suit. I want to rip it off him and lick every inch of his body. The thought inspired me to work him a little harder.
“Yes,” he whispered, “just like that.” He moved his hand up and down the shaft while I sucked the tip. His other hand held the back of my head, loosening the pins holding my hair up. “You want more, sweet thing?”
I nodded, and he pulled my head toward his hips, feeding his cock into my mouth. I was a little nervous about this since I knew how big he was, and I had no control over how much he tried to shove in. But he went slowly at first, stopping when he hit the back of my throat and pulling out again. “More,” I whispered.
He did it again, and this time I leaned into it tried to take him deeper. “Oh, fuck,” he said, running his other hand over my jaw and throat. “That feels fucking amazing.”
I bobbed my head, alternating hard sucks with sweeps and strokes of my tongue, tilting my head this way and that. Since I couldn’t use my hands, the sucking slurping sound effects got pretty loud, and I might have been self-conscious about it, but Charlie seemed to enjoy them. “God, I love the way that sounds. I wish I could fucking see you, but there’s no way I’m taking my dick out of your sweet little mouth right now to turn on a light. You’re fucking incredible.”
I moaned softly, and he put both hands in my hair, thrusting gently between my lips.
Confession: I actually said a little prayer here, something along the lines of Dear God, I hope you’re not watching this but I’d really, really be grateful if I could get through this without gagging or choking, and also it would be great if this was the best blowjob he ever gets in his entire life. OK thanks, go away now.
“Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, like that.” He curled his fingers into my tumbling up-do, pulling my hair as he held my head steady for his driving cock. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my throat and take him deeper, all the while keeping my lips and tongue wrapped tight and wet and hot around him. I was totally prepared for him to come in my mouth, so it shocked me when he yanked me to my feet and dragged me over to the foot of the bed. He pushed my upper body forward and rucked my dress up to my hips. As he fumbled with a condom, I pressed my cheek to the spread and gasped for air. A second later, he spoke low in my ear. “Open your legs, Homecoming Queen.”
He didn’t even bother removing my underwear, just moved the lace out of the way and shoved his cock inside me. I cried out at the first hard thrust, picking my head up. Charlie grabbed me by the hair again and held it tight, while the other hand reached between my legs and rubbed my clit hard and fast. I struggled to get my arms free, even though I knew I couldn’t, not because I wanted him to stop but because I wanted to press up on the bed, push back against him, take him deeper, even though he was already so deep it hurt.
I came first, his hand and cock working me into a frenzy, and he came a minute later, groaning louder than I’d ever heard him before and pulling my hair so hard I thought he might end up with a handful of it.
“Jesus.” He released my head and we gently tumbled forward onto our left sides on the bed, spooned and sweaty, my bound arms trapped between us.
“Jesus,” I echoed. I closed my eyes, opened and closed my overworked jaw a couple times. Then I looked down at my body. “We still have our clothes on. Like, every item. Right down to our shoes.”
Charlie’s laugh rumbled through his chest and mine. “Sorry. I only thought about getting your belt off. Speaking of which.” He worked the knot apart and freed my arms, which ached pleasantly when I brought them in front of me, shifting my position on the bed. But he stayed close, rubbing my right shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “My only regret is that I didn’t get to take that suit off one piece at a time. It looks so good on you.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “Next time.”
“Next time?” My heart skipped a beat. “When’s that?”
“I don’t know. What are you doing later?”
I giggled. “Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”
“Fuck work.”
“Remind me to take you to the ballet more often.”
He kissed my shoulder and braced himself up on one elbow. “It wasn’t the ballet.”
I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. My eyes had adjusted so that I could make out his features in the dark. “What was it?”
“You know what?” He shook his head slightly. “It’s no one specific thing. You just do something to me.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s the whole idea of you—this perfect, pretty little thing who was always such a good girl—”
I put a finger over his lips. “Hey. I’m still a good girl.”
He smiled, and I took it away. “You are. Mostly. But I like that you’re different with me sometimes.”
“You know what? I like it too.” I bit my lip and went on. “I’ve never been this way with anyone else before. And God knows no one has ever done the things to me that you do.”
