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Before I could verbalize my agreement, Charlotte dropped my hands and wrapped hers around my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers. My brain engaged quickly, considering how much of my blood flow was now headed south, and I wrapped my arms tight around her back, feeling every curve and bend that made up this glorious woman.
Her tongue demanded entrance into my mouth and a groan escaped me, making me pull back and look around.
Charlotte grabbed my head, her lips deliciously red and inviting. “We’re the only ones stupid enough to be up here,” she said, before bringing my mouth crashing back down on hers.
Our tongues tangled, our mouths moving in a fervor that was different from last night’s kiss. That one was full of questions and longing, while this one was powered by desire and a stopwatch.
I pried my mouth from Charlotte’s to pepper kisses down her neck, tugging her sweater down to lick at her collarbone before repeating the path back to her lips. The moan this time was hers, one I gladly gobbled up with my mouth, wondering how many more I could earn before we docked.
Charlotte’s hands wandered down my back, halting their journey at my ass. Her hands were tucked into my back pockets as she wrapped one of her legs around the back of mine, pulling my hardness into her center. I ground my hips into her core, wanting her to feel exactly what she did to me. Charlotte groaned again, rubbing herself on the hardness trapped in my jeans, trying to find the right angle, the right rhythm. I placed my hands under her ass, not able to stop myself from squeezing before moving on to my original task. Lifting Charlotte up so her ass rested on the second rung from the top of the guardrail, so she had a bit more height. One of my arms moved down her leg, caressing her thigh until my hand met her boot. Tucking my fingers in the top of her boot, I used the leather in my grip to hook her leg more securely around my hips.
From here, I gave an experimental thrust, and another moan ripped from Charlotte, causing me to seal my mouth over hers. Her back rested against the top bar of the railing, keeping her secure between the metal and my body, but allowed the ridge my rock-solid cock created in my jeans to meet her denim-covered clit, just as I’d hoped. Charlotte squirmed again and again, her mouth moving against mine as her arms moved up to grip my biceps.
“Use me, Char. Take what you need,” I muttered against her mouth. I wanted to pull my head back to watch this gorgeous woman use me for her pleasure, but I needed to swallow her noises, so we remained alone up here on this upper deck.
Charlotte set a quick pace with her hips, mine grinding to meet hers with every thrust.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Charlotte whispered, her forehead pushed against mine, all her focus on her hip movements.
“I won’t stop, but baby, you’ve gotta stay quiet. Can you do that for me?”
Charlotte nodded. “Harder, please.”
I met her thrusts with everything I could, in some part of my mind aware that it was likely Charlotte would have a bruise across her back in the morning. My hand wandered up to palm her breast, under the vest but over her sweater, squeezing, hoping to brush her nipple through the layers of clothing. Successful or not, it seemed to tip her over the edge.
“I’m… I’m coming,” Charlotte ground out, throwing her head back in a noiseless scream as her body lost all rhythm and convulsed against mine, her face absolutely gorgeous as she let go.
“Fuck,” I ground out, burying my face in her shoulder to stop from yelling out as my own orgasm surprised me. Charlotte’s ability to lose herself in her pleasure was too much for me.
We stood embracing, breathing heavily as our bodies calmed down when the five-minute warning for our arrival back at the Wharf sounded. I felt Charlotte’s breathing normalize and then felt her shiver as her sweat dried and the air seemed even colder than it had been before.
“I’m going to need to carry that bag for you and not out of chivalry,” I bit out, nodding at the bag that carried a scarf she had picked up during our Main Street wanderings.
Charlotte pushed me back slightly so she could see my face. “Wait, that voice sounds like one reserved for a guy with permanent blue balls. Did I misread the moment or did you not?—”
“No, I did,” I answered miserably. “Stupid cock. That was supposed to be about you.”
Charlotte brought her hand to my face, looking into my eyes. “You have a very wet-pants situation going on right now because of me. Believe me, that memory will serve future Charlotte very well.” A laugh erupted from her chest as she ended her sentence.
Her laughter was contagious, as I started laughing too, leaning down to give her a peck. “Future Hayden will keep future Charlotte very firmly in mind.”
We felt the boat bump against the dock, as our bodies remained pressed together. I cleared my throat and stepped back, holding my hand out for the bag.
“So, a great day, right?” I said, as she straightened her clothes, ready to walk down the stairs in front of me.
“The best,” she responded, though her smile seemed a bit sad before turning her back to me to grasp the railing and start her descent.
Chapter
Twenty
Charlotte
Waking up on Sunday, I looked at my phone to see it was after 10:00 a.m. There was that long sleep I was expecting.
As I stretched in bed, I thought back to the night before, feeling my body heat at the memory of Hayden’s body pressed against mine on the boat. I’d never had an orgasm in public before, let alone with my clothes on. “Use me,” I heard Hayden’s voice say in that deep, growly voice that would narrate many future fantasies.
Remembering the distance that grew between us as we shared a car ride back to the apartment after leaving the boat cooled my temperature. My brain knew asking for space had been the right choice, even if my lady bits weren’t currently speaking to me. My heart wasn’t all that pleased, either.
