Page 77 of More Than Friends

It’s soft, but I let my hand slap against her ass once.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For always being stubborn and arguing.”

I use my shoulder to push her bedroom door open before immediately letting it shut behind us.

“I’m never stubborn,” she argues.

I smile as I toss her onto the bed, remembering just earlier tonight when I found her fucking herself thinking of me. Fuck, I’ll never be able to wipe that from my memory. Just like I won’t be able to forget the way she looks right now either.

There’s a defiant glint to her eyes as she stares up at me.

She’s so fucking perfect it makes my chest hurt.

All of a sudden, a realization crashes into me. I want to fuck her—desperately—but I’m also terrified of it. She already owns me in a way that nobody has before, and I just know the moment I feel myself inside her, the moment we become one, it’ll truly be over for me. I’ll never recover from her. There will never be anyone else for me; it’ll just be her. It’s like the wool has been pulled from my eyes, and I’m realizing that for a year, I thought I was doing a great job at not falling for Charlotte, but that was all a lie. I pretended I didn’t have real feelings for her because she shut me down from the beginning.

But the truth is, I think Charlotte owned my heart even before Ava came into the picture. And once we go all the way, there’s no coming back. I’ll be hers whether she wants me to be or not.

“What are you waiting for?” Charlotte’s words break me from my thoughts. I blink, my gaze focusing on her as I realize she’s moved in the time I’ve been lost in my thoughts of her.

“What?” I ask, taking a step closer to the bed. She kneels, her knees almost coming off the bed as she stares at me with wide eyes.

“I said,what are you waiting for?” I love the confident tone of her voice. It’s sexy and sure, and it beckons me to take another step closer to her.

Before I can answer her, I close the distance between us and grab her by the back of the neck. My lips immediately find hers,claiming them as mine once again. Our mouths fuse together as I trace her tongue with mine.

The kiss is slow and passionate. I’m so lost in the taste of her that I don’t even realize her hands are at my waist until I feel the towel fall from my hips.

I pull away, looking down and finding Charlotte wearing a smug smile. “My turn,” she mutters, her gaze moving from my face and down my body.

Her hand wraps around my cock again. It feels so good that my head falls back as I let out a groan of pleasure.

Fuck. It’s already too damn much, and she’s barely touched me.

She pumps up and down a few times, and I look down again so I can commit the sight of her on her knees to memory. I look at her just in time to see her push her damp hair off her shoulders before leaning forward. Her breath hits my cock, and it jerks in her grasp in anticipation.

This makes Charlotte smile. She looks up at me, and having her on her knees, her mouth inches from my cock, is something I’ll never forget.

“Fuck,” I rasp, my hand reaching out to trace her cheekbone before I lift her chin to me for a moment. “I’ve imagined you like this so many times.”

She bites her lip, her hand still stroking my cock in a perfect rhythm. “Like this?” There’s a sultry tone to her voice I’d never heard before tonight. It sends shivers down my spine. Before I can respond, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.

Air hisses through my teeth, and I grab onto her hair just to steady myself. I knew it’d feel good, but from the moment her warm tongue circles my tip, I’m fucking gone.

My fingers tangle in her hair, my fingertips pressing into her scalp as she hollows out her cheeks. I try to keep my eyes open towatch her, but it feels so fucking good that all I can do is watch her through hooded eyelids.

She keeps her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, still stroking up and down, while she focuses on the tip for a moment. I feel dizzy because of the white-hot pleasure taking over my entire body.

Her hand continues to work up and down when she pulls away and looks up at me. “Is this what you imagined?” She does a slow, wet drag of her tongue along my entire length, and it makes my entire body rigid with how turned on I am because of her.

I nod, my grip on her hair tightening because I need something to hold on to. “Yes,” I manage to get out, my voice thick with lust.

“What else did you imagine?”

My eyes close for a moment because her asking me what I’ve imagined when it comes to her is so personal but so fucking sexy. When I open them, I find her watching me with wide, expectant eyes.

“You taking me all the way,” I answer honestly. I’ve thought about so many things when it comes to her. One of them being how good it would feel for her to take all of me in her mouth, how it’d feel to have her moan around my cock as I hit the back of her throat.