Charlie screamed, throwing her head back as he pushed mercilessly in. The heat of her body squeezed and pulled at his cock as he started to fuck her. Her arms buckled and she went to her elbows. “Yes,” he hissed as her hips tipped up for him. “God, yes. Touch yourself, Charlie. Do it.”
He watched her slip a hand beneath her body and then she cried out and pushed back to meet his thrusts. He couldn’t quite catch his breath then. The air rushed out of him as if he were working too hard. As if her body had overwhelmed him.
“Tell me you like it,” he growled one last time, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Yes,” she answered. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
“More,” he ordered.
“I need it,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop. Please. I need you.”
Adrenaline poured into his veins, ratcheting his pleasure to impossible heights. She met each of his thrusts with a little sob, working herself against him, trying to get off. Not quite believing it, even as he did it, Walker raised his hand to his mouth. He slid his thumb along his tongue, wetting it; then he slid it carefully between her ass cheeks and pressed in. Slowly.
“Walker,” she moaned. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” But she didn’t pull away. She pushed back. Taking him inside her. “No,” she moaned. “No.” But she arched her back, taking his thumb deeper with a low moan.
He thrust hard into her pussy, over and over, leaving his thumb buried deep inside her, making her feel him everywhere. Her moans became whimpers, and then eager cries, and finally she came for him, screaming, her body tightening around his cock, pulsing around his thumb. Her hoarse sobs filled the room, but a moment later, Walker’s ears were filled with his own rushing pulse as he fucked her harder. Harder. Until he buried himself deep with a desperate grunt of pleasure.
Her body was still pulsing as he came, squeezing the come from him as he bowed into her.
He slipped his thumb free. She cried out one last time. He held himself still, trying to draw the pleasure out for one more long, perfect moment. She shook beneath him. She shook from what he’d done to her.
Oh, man. That had been too much. For him. And clearly too much for her. He felt guilty as he slowly slid free of her body.
Charlie collapsed onto the bed in a pile of limp limbs.
Walker retreated to the bathroom to toss the condom and clean up and try to figure out if there were right words to say after sex like that. He couldn’t think of anything, but he couldn’t just leave her there alone. She must be shaking harder than he was, so Walker snuck back into the bedroom.
Easing down to lie on his side, he faced Charlie. “Hey,” he said, reaching out to slide the hair off her face. Her eyes were revealed first, a little dark and stunned. Then her cute nose. Then her mouth...which stretched into a grin.
“Hey yourself,” she drawled.
He blinked.
“Damn, Walker. That was hot. Like...really crazy hot.”
He blinked again.
Charlie frowned. “Oh. Too weird for you?”
He curled his hand behind her neck and leaned toward her pretty mouth. When he kissed her, she sighed into him. “Why do you have to be so fucking perfect, Charlie Allington?” he whispered.
She sucked in a breath and shook her head. “Shut up.”
“It’s true. That was...really crazy hot.”
Her grin returned, and then she laughed. He pulled her tight against him and tucked her head under his chin. She snuggled against him like a kitten, and Walker’s hear
t twisted. This wasn’t good. He liked this girl. He respected her. He was a little in awe of her and always had been. Mix that up with insanely delicious sex, and Walker was in big trouble.
Damn.
“Maybe we should argue more often,” she said.
He shook his head and stayed quiet. He didn’t want to talk about it, but as the silence settled over them, he knew he owed her more than that. “I didn’t mean to argue with you,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to. It’s just... Shit. My dad was always hard on me. He never believed in me. So I don’t want to talk about all the stuff I’m not doing, Charlie. I work. I’m great at what I do. I need that to be enough, at least for myself, even if no one else agrees.”
Her fingers tickled his chest when she stroked him. “I’m sorry. I know how it can be when dads are shitty.”
“My dad didn’t understand. He hated what was wrong with me, so I don’t like to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. I’m done now. I’m not in school, I don’t have to deal with the struggle, and I’m not going back.”