“Are you a dirty girl, Charlie?” he asked, repeating her earlier question.
She giggled as he spread his hand over her back. “I don’t know. Would you like it if I was?”
He smiled and let himself slide farther down the cushions until his head came to rest on the arm of the couch and Charlie was sprawled across him. “I’m not sure. I wonder if there’s a way we could find out.”
“Mm. Maybe.” Her teeth bit into him, making him hiss. “I already found a clue.” Her hand slid down his belly and curved around the shape of his cock through his sweatpants. He was already half-hard, and about to get much harder. “You like that, Walker?”
“I do. Yes. Definitely.”
“Mm. But it’s not really naughty, is it? That’s just touching.”
“Yeah. Just...” She squeezed his cock and it sure as hell felt naughty. “I suppose.”
She let go of him and his fingers tightened on her back. “Wait—”
But now her hand slid his shirt up in very slow inches. He sucked in his belly as her hand dragged over his skin. She slid her body down, until her head met up with the skin she’d exposed, and she put her mouth on his stomach, just above his navel. “Does that feel naughty?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation this time.
“Really?” Her wet tongue touched him, then retreated. “But...that’s just a little kiss.”
“Yes, but...”
“And here, on your poor side.” She kissed one of the bruises. “And here.” Her tongue traced his navel, and he sucked in a breath. He looked down to see her watching him, her tongue darting past her smile to taste his skin again. When his muscles jumped, she laughed.
Walker’s eyes narrowed. His h
eart beat harder. “You’re right,” he said. “That’s not really very naughty. I thought you had something to show me, Charlie. I guess I was wrong.”
Her smile faded and her eyes went a little wide. She didn’t look so playful anymore. Now she looked...serious. “You want a dirty girl, Walker?”
He didn’t answer. He just met her challenging gaze and watched as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants. She tugged. And tugged again. His cock sprang free, and they both watched as Charlie wrapped her fist around the base. He wanted to groan. He didn’t.
She gave a little hum of approval as she slid lower down his body. He kept an eye on her mouth, counting the inches as it drew closer to the head of his cock.
“Look at you,” she breathed. “So hard for me.”
Yeah, he was. Hell yeah. She held him so firmly he could feel the beat of his pulse beneath her fingers.
“You want me to kiss it, Walker? Is that what dirty girls do?”
Oh, shit, she was so damn sexy, looking up at him past her lashes, her mouth only an inch away. She licked her lips. His heart skipped and stammered.
“Yes,” he managed to say.
And then she kissed him.
Just her lips at first. Just one gentle kiss, and then two, and three. Her lips parted, and he watched as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he said again. Her mouth opened, and heat engulfed him. “Yes, like that.”
“Mmm.” This time when she hummed, he felt it. A little vibration of approval that made him shudder. He forgot that he was supposed to be playing this game, and all he could do was watch as she took him deeper. As wet heat took him in and broke him down. And then she sucked.
“Charlie,” he groaned.
She hummed again and took more of him. It was pure heaven. The best thing he’d ever felt. Charlie’s mouth around him and her gray eyes flashing up and her tongue pressing. God.
And then she did something he’d never expected, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to react.