The need to come is blinding, controlling each cell of my body.
“I’ve got you,” he says, coiling calloused fingers around my shaft.
Fuuuck. They feel amazing. The added roughness only makes his strokes more potent as he jerks me off, as he squeezes the base and teases the slit.
“I’m close, Charlie. Come for me and milk me dry with your ass,” he whispers, his voice strained as he licks my earlobe.
It’s too much, I’m dying. And he seems to be in the same boat, groaning and panting and blabbering nonsense as his hold relaxes so I can bounce on top of him and meet his chaotic thrusts. The bed creaks as we fuck, and there are voices outside the room. I bet the people on the other side can hear us. I bet they know exactly what we are doing.
I’m getting my guts rearranged by the hottest man at this party and the whole house knows it.
The thought completely derails me. A surge of heat starts from my spine, advancing through me until it crashes into my core. I come with a shout, shaking and spilling all over Ben’s stomach.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, pounding into me with renewed vigor as he too quakes uncontrollably. “Milk me, Charlie. Every last drop. That’s it.”
I feel every spurt as his cock throbs and pulses. He captures my mouth, his tongue owning me with head-spinning greed as he fills me up with his cum. His hands are rubbing my ass, spreading it open as his fingers trace the place where we connect.
Keeping our tongues tangled, we kiss through the last of our tremors. I’m boneless against him, and if not for his powerful arms holding me, I’d have collapsed on the bed already. But he keeps me close to him in an embrace that feels both comfortable and lulling. His cock is still in my ass, the fullness so pleasant even though it’s started to soften.
“Do you want me to pull out?” he asks, kissing my head as he maneuvers us into a more comfortable position lying on the bed.
I sigh and hold his blissed-out gaze. “Not yet. I wanna feel it for a bit more.”
He slaps my ass, then pinches it. “Fuck, this is hot. In like a filthy way, considering I pumped you full of my cum.”
I purr, my chest warm and tight. I pretend I don’t notice. “You fucked me so good, I’m gonna feel it for days.”
We lie for a bit, my back pressed against his front. His lips drag all over my body, claiming any part they can get to. I’m feeling so comfy, I’m starting to fall asleep. But that won’t do. Something like this is way too domestic to do with a hookup.
Groaning as he slips out of me, I sit up and start dressing. I need a shower, but it will have to wait until I’m home. Which means… I bite on my lip, feeling his leaking cum. I think I might need to wait a while before I head back.
“You can go first,” I say, throwing him a smile.
He frowns, but sits up. I raise my eyebrows expectantly. Sighing, he gathers his clothes and puts them on.
“Listen.” He pauses at the door, raking a hand through his hair as he turns to look at me. “Give me your number? I had a great time, and I’d love a repeat. If you are up for it, of course.”
I consider that. “I’m only interested in sex.”
He shrugs. “I wasn’t proposing, sweetheart.”
Snorting, I purse my lips. “Give me yours. If I feel like it, I’ll give you a call.”
Shaking his head in what seems like both amusement and exasperation, he tells me his number. Once I’ve saved it, he opens the door. “See you around, Charlie. And stay away from haunted houses if I’m not around to save you.”
I laugh and wave him off, sinking to the bed once I’m alone in the room so I can pretend that the butterflies in my stomach aren’t there.
Chapter 5
Charlie
I run into myex, Andy, two days later at the café near the Baker Street subway station. My mood is instantly ruined, even though I just got a call from my brother that he’s visiting for a week and wants to meet up tonight.
I haven’t seen Ethan in ages. He’s too busy running his multi-billion-dollar company to spare me more than an hour or two for a weekly call so we can keep up with each other. But he’s in London this week, which means we can spend some time together in person.
Ordering my usual drink—a chocolate Frappuccino with no coffee—I grab a seat along the corner bar table and gaze out the window at the busy street. I’m the one who discovered this gem of a place, but I suppose I can’t exactly ban my asshole ex from coming here. As long as he fucks off once he’s got his drink, I’ll let it slide.
Of course, that’s the exact opposite of what he does as he slides onto the stool next to mine.
