Charlie took his hand and pressed it to the back of her head.
“Oh, shit,” he breathed. Her fingers splayed over his so that he was cupping her skull. His brain stopped working.
When she took him deeper, his hand followed her movement. The next time she did it, he urged her on with a light touch that grew firmer when she moaned her pleasure around him. “God, yes,” he murmured. “Take more, Charlie. Like that.”
She took more. Then more still when he pressed her down.
His heart beat so hard it felt as if his cock was swelling in her mouth, growing thicker and heavier as she sucked him. His chest felt strange and tight as he watched her, her head working slowly up and down. He felt like growling, like snarling like an animal. He was rough and out of control as he tried not to force her to take more.
“You like that, Charlie?” he growled. “You like doing that?”
She hummed around him again, her eyes flashing up to meet his gaze. Fuck, it was too much. Too good. The eager way she took him. The sight of his wet shaft sliding from her lips. The insane, unimaginable pleasure every single time her mouth pulled at him.
He wanted to come. He needed to. Just like this, her mouth around him and her approving sounds of pleasure. Oh, God. Yes. He needed that.
But he remembered the dirty things she’d said earlier, and the way she’d teased and taunted him, and instead of urging her to take him faster, he fisted his hand in her hair and drew her off him.
She watched him, panting, her lips wet and red from what she’d done. His heart thundered at the sight. He wanted to remember this forever. Sweet little Charlie, her eyes hot with lust, her mouth bruised from servicing him, her hair wrapped around his fist. Fuck, this was so wrong.
He almost eased her back down. His body was screaming at him to do it. To slide his cock between her lips and growl at her to get him off. But he ignored the compulsion and tugged his pants back up. “The bedroom,” he said gruffly. When her eyes blazed, he knew he’d made the right choice.
He followed her to the bedroom and said, “Take off your clothes.” It wasn’t quite natural for him, telling a woman what to do. But natural or not, his pulse thrilled at the way she did what he asked.
Walker had his shirt and pants off within seconds, and he watched intently as she stripped for him. First her shirt, then her shoes and jeans. Then...everything. Until she was standing before him, long and lean and naked.
“So...” He cupped his hand over her jaw, then let his fingertips slide down her arching neck, her delicate collarbone, until he plucked at her nipple. She gasped. “Do you like being a dirty girl, Charlie?”
She smirked at him. “No.” God, she was such a tease. He realized now that she’d been teasing him the whole week, pretending not to want all of this as much as he did.
“No? That’s odd considering what you said earlier tonight.”
“Maybe I lied.”
“Your mouth felt pretty naughty a few seconds ago.”
She shrugged, one shoulder rising even as her nipple got harder beneath his touch. “Beginner’s luck, I suppose,” she said. He pinched her harder. Her cheekbones were flushed pink now. Her hands tightening to fists at her sides as her breath came faster.
“Turn around.”
She turned and he put one hand on the nape of her neck and slowly bent her down until she’d placed her hands flat on the bed. Walker moved to the dresser to grab a condom.
Charlie was a fantasy, bent over, her ass pale and smooth and exposed to him. And she’d really said that, hadn’t she? That sometimes a girl wanted to be spanked. Sometimes she didn’t want to be treasured? And fuck... The light from the lamp made it clear she was wet for him. Her plump flesh glistened.
Walker’s head pounded with rushing blood.
He couldn’t do this.
But he moved behind her and smoothed his hand over her ass. She looked small under his rough fingers. And so perfect and soft. He squeezed her. Hard. And then he slapped her.
“Ah!” she cried out, her fingers digging into his bedspread. But she didn’t move. She didn’t say no. He made contact again, smacking her so hard his hand stung. But even as the mark of his hand flared to life on her pale skin, she pushed back toward him.
“Charlie,” he whispered. “Tell me you like it.”
She shook her head. He wanted to stop. It scared him. But his hands were shaking and not from fear. He slapped her again, then over and over, watching her skin turn red. She whimpered, her breath shaking from her throat.
“Tell me you like it,” he groaned, but then he slipped his hand between her legs, and he didn’t have to ask again. She was hot and slick and she cried out when his fingers slid over her. “Oh, fuck, Charlie.”
He reached for the condom and slid it on, then notched himself against her. He didn’t ease in this time. He wasn’t gentle. He just braced his hands on her hips and sank his cock deep.