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Trick
“Then take me, Trick.”
I hear her words and it doesn’t take me long to obey. If I’m being honest, I’ve been wanting Charlie Pierce to say those words to me for years now. The rational part of my brain knew that wasn’t going to happen… But the part in charge of my fantasies? Yea, that part is ready to make this a reality.
Inhaling her intoxicating scent, it hits me just how long I’ve wanted this--how much I’ve craved her touch. How much I wanted to get her alone, get my hands on her, and do naughty things to her body, watching her come undone because of me...no one else but me. And now it’s actually happening.
I’m going to make every second count, I vow, as I nip and lick at the soft skin just below her belly button.
My hands cup her ass, pulling her even closer, as she grips my shoulders to steady herself. The thin cotton barrier separates my lips from her center, but I take my time kissing her.
Charlie, however, isn't quite so patient. Raking her hands through my hair, she pulls the short strands, urging me on, begging me to touch her, to lick her, to make her feel good. It’s all the encouragement I need to keep teasing her. Pressing the flat of my tongue to her core, I can tell she’s wet for me, and needy, and that’s exactly how I want her.
Reluctantly, I pull back. “Take these off,” I tell her.
She does as I ask and I take that moment to lay out one of the blankets I grabbed from upstairs. When she first got here, I figured I’d give Charlie my bed, and I’d get comfy down here, but this is a way better plan.
There’s a Fairly wide space between the fireplace and the seating area. It’s plenty of room for me to take care of Charlie in all the ways my dirty mind has envisioned over the years.
I turn to find her gloriously naked in front of me. If I’m dreaming, don’t fucking pinch me. I reach for her, and she comes willingly, sassy smile in place.
“A blanket by the fire? Damn, you’re smooth.”
“You have no idea, Char.” I joke.
“I bet you even planned this storm.”
“Yep, it was my way of getting you all to myself. And now that I have you here, alone--no noise, no customers-- you’re mine all night.”
“I’m yours. All night.” She agrees, and with that, I pull her down to the blanket next me. I spare a moment to admire her--but just a moment. I wouldn’t put it past her to get this party started by herself if she thinks I’m moving too slow. I study the planes of her face, the tilt of her chin, the rise of her breasts, the dip of her stomach. And now, I’m back where I started. I take one last, long look in her eyes, before giving all of my attention to her gorgeous body. Holy hell. I could spend days licking and sucking, but time is not on my side.
I can feel her body tensing. I can hear the neediness in her whimpers. I delve two fingers deep inside, curling them at just the right spot. She cries out. God, she’s so responsive for me. I keep going, the rhythm and her moans driving me forward.
“Fuck, Trick...I…” Her nearly incoherent cries go straight to my dick. Christ, I’m hard as a rock as I return my mouth to her most sensitive spot; I just can’t resist. I need to taste her again, need to hear her call out my name as I drive her crazy with lust.
I chance a look at her and damn, it’s a beautiful sight. Her breasts bounce as she thrashes against the blanket, striving for release. I don’t let up, instinctively knowing exactly what she needs.
“Yes, Trick! Oh, God...don’t stop...oh, holy…”
I can’t tear my mouth away from her, so I reach out and clasp her hand, squeezing it to let her know I’ve got her.
We keep that steady rhythm as I drive her right over the edge, her cries nearly pushing me over as well. I manage to keep it together, but just barely.
“Holy hell, Cavanaugh. If I knew you were capable of that, we’d have been fucking like bunnies for the last three years,” Charlie teases.
I laugh because she does, but something about those words bothers me. I can’t quite put my finger on it, probably because all my blood has rushed south and my brain is in a sex fog.
Charlie leans forward, propping herself up on her palms. I’m still situated between her legs, and I gotta say, I don’t feel much like moving, until she says, “Grab a condom and get on your back, Cavanaugh.” I’ve never followed directions well; my report cards can attest to that. But with her smooth, husky voice, and that gleam in her eye, she can get me to do pretty much anything she wants.
“Yes, ma’am,” I oblige both commands. I slide the condom on my shaft and am rewarded with a naked Charlie-blanket. Her breasts press into my chest, and my tense body goes lax as she straddles me. I’m about to get ridden like a damn horse, and I can’t wait
“God, you feel good on top of me.”
“You feel pretty good underneath me, Trick. Think you can follow orders?”
