But it was a really, really good reason.
I opened my eyes, staying perfectly still except for my chest, which rose and fell with each arduous breath. Then I opened my knees.
Charlie took his finger off my lips and placed his hand between my legs, rubbing me through the denim. My panties grew damp. He lowered his head between my thighs and put his mouth on me over my jeans, giving me just enough heat and pressure to make me want to yank his hair out and scream. I tilted my hips, spread my knees wider, anything to increase the contact. Finally, he lifted his head and reached for the button.
I was wearing my skinniest jeans, and usually it takes me a minute to peel them off, but Charlie tore them from my legs in seconds, taking my panties with them. Spreading my thighs apart with his hands, he teased me by licking up one side of my pussy, then the other, avoiding the one spot I was desperate for him to touch. My legs trembled with the ache, my hands itched with the urge to grab his head and pull it tight to my body. I gripped the edge of the stair beneath my hips. Biting my lip to keep from cursing, I watched him turn his face into one pale upper thigh. Kiss, kiss, bite.
I cried out at the pain but he simply switched to the other thigh—this time I was ready. Kiss, kiss—I held my breath, bracing myself for the sting of his teeth closing over soft flesh—kiss.
Exhaling in relief, I nearly shed tears when he finally licked up through my center, circling the tip of his tongue around my clit before closing his lips over it. He nibbled and sucked, swirled and flicked.
Then he slid two fingers into my hot, wet center, pressing upward toward a place that made my insides tighten instinctively around his hand and my thigh muscles twitch.
Jesus, he was so good, too good to last. The tightness spiraled inward at my core, gathering strength, a vortex pulling tighter and tighter. I grabbed one banister post and flattened my palm on the opposite wall as the pressure grew unbearable, a high-pitched cry escaping me when it burst into pleasure. When the tremors ceased, Charlie withdrew his fingers from my body and brought them to my mouth, smearing the silky wetness over my lips.
“Charlie,” I panted.
“You want something from me?” he asked darkly. “You have to ask for it.”
Anger pierced my desire—he’d come here wanting this, and I’d said no. Now he wanted me to ask for it? But part of me loved it, loved the control he took, loved the way he tested my limits and made me want to test his.
His fingers brushed my lips again, and I captured them between my teeth. Snarling, he hooked them over my lower jaw. “Ask for it.”
I relaxed my mouth, and he took back his hand, coming up one step further so he stretched over me, his body grazing mine, driving me crazy with the need to feel its weight. He placed his lips at my ear. “Ask for it, sweet thing.”
I reached low between us, running my hand over the bulge in his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, and I slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock. It was thick and hot and hard and fuck, I wanted it pounding into me. I wanted it enough to ask for it. “Fuck me,” I breathed, lifting my hips toward his. “Now.”
“I said ask.” He grabbed my wrist and stared me down. “And say please, like a good girl should.”
For a second I was torn between Will you please fuck off and Will you please fuck me, but I’d never wanted anyone more in my entire life. “Charlie. Will you please fuck me?”
He whipped his t-shirt over his head before pulling a condom from his back pocket. While he put it on, I ran my hands over his hot, tight stomach. Jesus Christ, you could serve a meal on his abs they were so hard.
And speaking of hard.
Charlie looped an arm around my back and pulled me down onto his cock. I was drenched and ready for it, but with that first deep thrust I realized I was still tender from last night. Knowing the pleasure would eclipse the pain, I clung to his neck, wrapping my legs around him to keep my lower back from slamming into the edge of the step. Relentlessly, he drove into me, and I buried my face in his shoulder, focusing on the lingering hum his tongue had left between my legs, letting it fray the edges of the pain. Soon I was moaning softly, digging my nails into his back, our bodies tangled and twisted as we struggled to stay on the stairs and not slide down. Finally, Charlie’s feet hit the ground, and he angled deeper, grabbing my ass with one hand. I gasped and bit down on his collarbone.
“Fuck yes.” Charlie’s voice had that deep, intense tone I adored, although less controlled now. “You were all I fucking thought about today. I had to get inside you again. I had to be right there,” he said, staying deep and holding me tight to his groin, his cock buried to the hilt. He circled his hips, grinding into me. “Right there. Right there…oh fuck.”
Apparently Charlie’s right there was the same as my right there because right as his body went stiff, I came hard, my insides clenching rhythmically around his throbbing cock.
Confession: I was getting a little attached to Charlie Dwyer. Or at least to sex with Charlie Dwyer.
But I was having a hard time separating the two.
While he used my downstairs bathroom, I used the upstairs one, wondering exactly how to handle this situation. We hadn’t spoken yet.
In my room, I pulled on a new pair of panties before hanging up my blouse and putting my jeans back in a drawer. I felt like being more comfortable, and if Charlie and I were going to eat leftovers, I definitely required looser pants. Pajamas were too intimate, so I settled for leggings and a big slouchy cream-colored sweater. Pulling it over my head, I considered my options.
A. Say nothing and plate up the turkey. Maybe we’d both be glad to just gloss right over the fact that we hadn’t lasted one day on the no-sex plan.
B. Get angry before he did. Blame him for starting this by showing up here and attacking me with his ridiculous hotness on a cold, lonely night.
C. Laugh it off. Guess it wasn’t out of our systems, huh? Now how about some real pie?
Yes, that was it. C, definitely.
By the time I got back downstairs, he was waiting in my kitchen.