Page 100 of Off the Mark
I kissed between her breasts. “That you are real.” Nuzzled along her collarbone. “I fantasized about this moment with you for a long,longtime and now that you’re finally in my bed, I’m fucking speechless, Charlie.”
I held her just under her rib cage, keeping her still so I could lap at her pierced nipples again. I leisurely pulled one, then the other, between my lips, and Charlie arched gracefully.
“Rowan,” she groaned—low, needy, rough with emotion. I flicked my gaze to hers, wanting her to see me like this. Worshiping. Pining.Obsessing. She hissed out a breath. Her fingers twisted in my sheets.
I went lower still.
The tattoos that covered her rib cage danced beneath my tongue and the nipping of my teeth. She tasted like salt and summer sun, every caress bringing me closer to her pussy. And by the time my head was back between her thighs, she was trembling from head to toe.
I inhaled the sweet, earthy musk of her cunt and growled with a possessive rumble. I dove my tongue deep inside of her. She cried out, fingers flying to my hair.
I stroked my tongue in and out of her with the same liquid rhythm, teasing out this moment. The kitchen had been fast and raw and hot as hell—but I needed this too. This unhurried discovery.
“Rowan…fuck…roll over,” Charlie panted.
I lifted my head. “How do you want me?”
“On your back so I can sit on your face.”
I had never moved so fast in my fucking life. I twisted, my back hitting the mattress, and she eagerly lowered herself over me. My world shrank and sharpened, became the heat of her body, her thighs pressed to my ears. I palmed her ass and squeezed. Rocked her against my mouth, though she was already rolling and grinding her clit against my tongue.
“God, this feels incredible,” she sighed. “This mouth should be illegal, Rowan.”
I couldn’t respond—for a couple reasons—but the compliment had me groaning raggedly. I fisted my cock, too turned on by the idea of getting to jerk off while Charlie ground against my tongue.
My hips thrust off the bed as my hand worked faster, squeezing from the root to the tip. Above me, Charlie’s nipples were hard and her head was thrown back, and though I couldn’t see her face I could imagine that wicked grin of hers, the one she’d occasionally flash me at Jolene’s when I flirted with her.
She was always laughing it off while I’d sit there on my barstool, ready to crawl on my hands and knees for a chance of experiencingexactlywhat we were doing right here.
She lifted away from my mouth. I swallowed a snarl, managed a strangled, “I need to see you come.”
She wiped her thumb across my lip, and I caught it between my teeth. “And I need you to fuck me. Where are your condoms?”
I kept our eyes locked and reached behind me, into my bedside drawer. I fished out the first packet I found and grinned when she snatched it from me. Ten agonizing seconds later, she was finally rolling it down my cock then lowering herself—her palms flat on my chest, her strong thighs straddling my hips.
She took me deep inside of her body at the same speed that I’d fucked her with my tongue, inch by inch. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing and the blood roaring in my ears.
Even like this—rocking on top of me—she felt too far away. I pushed to sit up, one hand planted behind me and my other arm wrapping around her. I bottomed out inside of her and moaned with gratitude against her breasts. But Charlie had other ideas. She yanked at my hair, tilting my face up, and kissed me.
We stayed like that—lips connected, lower bodies connected, nothing but her easy grind and our sweat-slicked skin.
“Beautiful,” I said, stroking my tongue against hers. “You are sobeautiful, Charlie.”
She whimpered, starting to move faster on top of me. I dipped my head to lick circles around her piercings. Sighing my name, she arched toward me. Begging. I sucked and caught the metal with my teeth, and Charlie released a guttural moan. I let my lips roam—her chest, the ball of her shoulder, the curve of her breasts. Up her throat, over and over, the fire between us burning to a fever pitch.
“More…I need…more,” she panted. And I flipped her onto her back. Succumbed to the sharp edge of wanting her, driving my cock between her legs while she cried, “Yes, harder,yes.”
I gave it all, gave her everything, already knowing it had never been like this with anyone else. Already wondering why I’d waited so long to tell Charlie the truth.
She clenched rapidly around my cock, and I hissed between my teeth. So on edge. So close. When she reached between her legs to touch her clit, my vision went hazy at the edges. There were too many fantasies coming true at once and no more barriers between us. We were a friendship that was always more.
A relationship that was never pretend.
“With me, Rowan,” she begged. “Come with me, please, I need to see you.”
And the very second she arched off the bed and screamed, I was right there with her. If that first orgasm was a detonation, this was a wave of pleasure that never seemed to end. I shuddered and gasped while she held me close, so close I could hear her heart beating when I pressed my face to her chest.
Time was sweet and hazy after that. And I must have dozed, because the next thing I knew the lights in my bedroom were off and I was under the covers with Charlie sliding across to join me. Her fingers sifted the hair off my forehead. Her lips ghosted across my ear.
