There is no point arguing with her, so I don’t. As I open the front door, my eyes quickly scan outside to make sure no one sees us. We get into my car, but then I remember the tequila. If we drink, I can’t drive. The last thing I need is a DUI and losing my medical license. Abruptly, I turn off the engine.
“We’re walking,” I inform her.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and then lets out an annoyed huff. “Great.”
About three blocks from my house is a soccer field. It’s only used on weekends, so given it’s a late Friday afternoon, it should be empty. The walk to the field is through the bush, which is convenient so no one can see us.
When the field is in sight, it’s empty with not a single person around. I grab her hand to lead and take her under the bleachers. It’s a bit of an effort to get under, given my height.
“Okay, sit,” I command.
Charlotte sits on the grassy patch as I yank the bottle from her. Twisting the lid open, I pour a shot for myself, downing it in one go. It burns, having been a while since I’ve drunk this stuff straight. Then, giving myself a moment to let it settle, I pour half the amount and hand it to Charlotte.
“Really? I’m not a kid.”
“Fine.” I pour more to her satisfaction.
She quickly takes it from me, tossing it back without hesitation. Her face reacts instantly, scowling followed by a rasp from the aftertaste.
“That hurt. We should have brought lemons and salt.”
“Tequila is supposed to hurt,” I tease, running my thumb against her bottom lip. “Until you’re numb, then the life of the party. Next, you’ll forget everything until tomorrow when everything hurts, and you question your will to live.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I move in closer, demanding she sit on top of me. Charlotte’s legs wrap around my waist at the same time, and her arms lace the back of my neck. Her warm breath spreads across my skin as her lips inch close before she kisses me deeply.
Our tongues battle in a frenzy while soft moans escape her. My hands move beneath Charlotte’s skirt to cup her ass inside her panties. A groan rumbles inside me, desperate to fuck her right here and now.
“Here?” She pants.
“Why not?”
She pulls away, trying to catch her breath. “What if someone sees us?”
I move my fingers deeper into her panties, brushing against her clit. “Okay, I’ll wait for you to beg me to fuck you then.”
She’s drenched, and I know her body so well—every curve, every inch of her heated pussy. At a slow and agonizing pace, my fingers glide in and out, drowning in the warmth of her arousal. Then, I remove them to place them in my mouth, tasting her like it’s my last meal on Earth.
“You taste sweet,” I tease with a smirk playing on my lips.
“Fuck me now, please,” she begs, desperately smashing her lips onto mine, just like I knew she would.
I yank her panties aside, trying to unbuckle my jeans at the same time. When my cock springs free, it doesn’t take her long to slide herself on.
And every single time she does, it feels like fuckingheaven.
Charlotte pushes her hips down, taking me all in. Her face is expressive as every inch enters her, a beautiful sight to watch because I’m large, and it reaches to parts she’s never imagined possible.
I watch her with a delicious stare, riding me slowly at a pace that drives me insane. Her long brown hair flows down her back as she throws her head backward. I’m fixated on every move and expression, trying my best not to blow right now.It’s too soon. Control yourself.I’m forced to clench my jaw and close my eyes for a moment, enough to slow down my body to last a few more minutes, at best.
Charlotte is fucking perfect.
The way her body moves, how our bodies move together in sync. The sound of her soaking wet pussy as she braces herself to come any moment now.
My lips find hers in desperation. Then, she pulls back with a smile on her face, slowing down. She grabs the tequila bottle beside us but doesn’t use the cap this time.
With her hands, she moves my jaw to open my mouth. Then free pours into my mouth. Before I swallow, she moves her tongue inside, tasting the burning liquor with me but continues to ride me slowly.
Fuck. Me.