Chapter Six

Matthew

The bottle left her lips with a soft, wet pop. A single drop of water clung to her bottom lip before it slid down, tracing a glistening path over her chin, down the elegant line of her throat, and straight between those perfect tits. I watched it disappear into the valley between them like it had somewhere better to be than my mouth.

Charlotte set the empty bottle on the coffee table with deliberate care, then looked up at me through those thick lashes, blue eyes dark with challenge and something hungrier. “Your turn to watch,” she said, voice husky from the shouting I’d already pulled out of her.

Before I could answer, she slid off the couch in one fluid motion, knees hitting the outdoor rug with a quiet thud.

The night air was warm, but the sight of her—naked, wet hair sticking to her shoulders, lips still shiny from the water—sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cock.

She settled between my spread thighs like she belonged there, hands resting lightly on my knees as she looked up.

“My turn to play,” she whispered, that wicked little smile curving her mouth.

I leaned back in the armchair, one arm draped over the back, trying to look casual even though my dick was already throbbing again, heavy against my stomach. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”

She didn’t rush. Fuck, she took her time. Charlotte leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue from the base of my cock all the way to the head in one slow, torturous lick. The wet heat of her tongue made my hips jerk involuntarily.

“Jesus,” I groaned low in my chest, the sound rumbling out before I could stop it.

She hummed in satisfaction, the vibration traveling straight through me. “Mmm. You taste like chlorine and sin.” Another long lick, this time circling the head, teasing the sensitive ridge underneath.

Her tongue flicked right over the slit where a bead of pre-come had already welled up, and she lapped it away with a soft, appreciative moan of her own. “Salty. Good.”

I watched her pink tongue work, mesmerized. She swirled it around the crown like she was savoring an ice cream cone that might melt if she went too fast.

Every slow, deliberate lap pulled another rough sound from me—deep, involuntary groans that I didn’t even try to hold back.

“Fuck, Charlotte… that mouth.”

She grinned up at me, eyes sparkling with mischief, then took just the head between her lips and sucked gently. The wet heat enveloped me, perfect pressure, and I let my head fall back against the chair with a long, guttural “Fuuuuck.”

But she wasn’t done teasing. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock for a second before they broke. “You were so bossy with that bottle,” she murmured, voice sweet as sugar while her hand wrapped around the base and stroked me slow and tight. “All ‘fuck yourself for me’ and ‘don’t come until I say.’ Now look at you.” She leaned in and placed an open-mouthed kiss right on the underside, right where I was most sensitive, then sucked lightly. “Gonna let me wreck you?”

My hand twitched toward her hair but I kept it on the arm of the chair. For now. “You can try, baby.”

She laughed softly—low and filthy—then sank down again, taking me deeper this time. Halfway down my shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and the wet, obscene sounds filled the rooftop: slick, rhythmic pulls mixed with her quiet, hungry hums every time she took me a little further. “Mmm… mmmph…” The vibrations shot straight to my balls.

I couldn’t stop the groan that tore out of me. “Shit—yeah, just like that.”

She bobbed slowly, hand twisting on the base in perfect counterpoint, tongue pressing flat along the underside on every upstroke. Every time I throbbed harder against her tongue she’d pull back just enough to keep me on the edge, then swirl around the head again like she had all night. My thighs tensed, abs tightening, and another deep groan escaped me—raw, almost desperate.

“Charlotte… fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”

She popped off again, stroking me fast and slick with her spit, looking up with those big innocent eyes while her lips brushed the tip. “You gonna beg yet, big shot?” She gave the head a teasing little kiss, then licked a slow circle. “I want to hear it.”

I chuckled through another groan as she sucked me back in deep, this time pushing until I felt the back of her throat flutter around me. “Nngh—fuck!” My hips bucked once before I caught myself. She gagged softly—beautiful little sound—but didn’t pull away. Instead she swallowed around me, throat working, and moaned long and low like she loved it.

The sound of her—wet slurps, soft gags, those eager little hums—mixed with my own rough breathing and the occasional broken groan was driving me insane. I finally gave in and threaded my fingers into her damp ponytail, not pulling yet, just holding.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” I warned, voice gravelly.

She pulled off with a gasp, lips shiny and swollen, a string of spit dangling from her chin. “Am I?” She stroked me fast, thumb rubbing over the head on every pass. “Because you’re groaning like you’re about to lose it.”

I was. My balls were drawn tight, cock pulsing in her hand, every muscle coiled. But I wasn’t ready to hand over control completely.

I tightened my grip in her hair—just enough to make her gasp—and held her still, cock resting heavy on her lower lip. “Open.”

Her eyes flashed with triumph for half a second before I slid back into her mouth in one smooth thrust, not too deep, but enough to feel her throat tighten around me again. I set a slow, controlled rhythm, fucking her mouth in measured strokes while she moaned around me—loud, needy sounds that vibrated straight through my dick.

“Fuck yes… that’s it. Take it just like that.” My voice was wrecked. “Look at you—on your knees, moaning like you were born for this.”

She did. Her hands braced on my thighs, nails digging in, and every time I pushed in she gave this perfect little whimper-groan that made my spine light up. I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, down over my balls, and the wet sounds were obscene—schlick, schlick, gluck—mixed with her muffled moans and my own deep, rumbling groans every time she swallowed around the head.

I let her have a few more teasing bobs on her own, then gripped her hair tighter and held her down a little longer, feeling her throat flutter. She moaned louder, the sound vibrating so perfectly I almost lost it right there.

“Goddamn, Charlotte,” I growled, pulling her off just enough so she could breathe. She gasped, eyes watering but shining with pure lust, lips puffy and glistening. “You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop like you promised, aren’t you?”

She nodded frantically, tongue already reaching for me. “Yes—please—want it.”

I didn’t make her wait. I guided her back down and let her take over again, sucking hard and fast now, hand pumping the base in time with her mouth. My groans turned ragged, hips stuttering. “Fuck—fuck, I’m close—don’t stop, baby—nghh—”

She moaned loud and long around me, the vibration pushing me over. My whole body locked up as the orgasm crashed through me, cock pulsing hard between her lips. I came with a deep, broken groan that seemed to rip out of my chest—“Fuuuuck, Charlotte!”—thick spurts hitting her tongue as she swallowed greedily, humming happily the whole time like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

She kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, milking every last drop until I was twitching and oversensitive, then finally pulled off with one last soft kiss to the head and a satisfied little moan of her own.

I stared down at her, chest heaving, trying to remember how to speak. She licked her lips, wiped a stray drop from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and looked up at me with the smuggest, sexiest smile I’d ever seen.

“Your move, Mr. Ashe.”

I reached down, hauled her up into my lap in one motion, and crushed my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her tongue with a low, possessive groan.

I was going to make her pay for that tease—in the best possible way.