Nick X Charlie Smut Novels & Stories

I’m not sure how I felt about that. Charlie went over and flipped a switch and fiddled with some knobs. “Nicco wants you to watch. He said you need to know what’s going on, but he didn’t want you down there. This time, anyway.” Charlie gave me a side eye. “It’s going to get bloody. Just a warning.” I nodded, looking at the screen. It was a big screen, and high definition. I wished it wasn’t.

Though I felt as though I, Charli, was betraying Alex, the woman I'd worked so hard to be, I agreed. Nox leaned forward and opened the glove compartment. “First, I want you to slip off your panties and put them in here.” My eyes must have given me away, because that wasn't the first demand I'd expected him to make.

Gemma asked, raising a brow. “Wolves are pack animals and do not mind nudity. And I am measurably sure I have seen it all in my lifetime.” Charlie answered, unconcerned. “Well, I am very shy, thank you.” She retorted and held out her hand for the bag. “I don’t see why. You are perfectly proportioned and your skin tone and muscle tone are pleasing to the eye. You have nothing to be shy about.” Charlie answered as he looked her up and down while he handed her the bag.

They are only seeing Nicole as a big bad bully. Charlie and his friends were the first to have succeeded in laying their hands on Nicole Parker and so no one had any idea how things were going to turn out once Nicole became the victim. Charlie was aware of this fact and he was feeling even more proud of himself. For Charlie Green, it felt like he was able to step on Nicole Parker right on her face. But poor and stupid Charlie was making a grave mistake.

He commanded. "Yes sir." I was tempted to stand at ease but I was wise enough to discard it. I stood in front of his desk, my head bowed a bit while my hands were joined together. I intentionally kept my gaze to the floor to avoid meeting the evident glare he wore at me. "Nikki Hood?" Chad ruffled through his desk and picked his phone up. Turning the screen at me, he shook his head pitifully. "Could you please explain to me what this means?" There on his screen stood all petite version of me, an unshaven bush grown on her private area and a smug grin on her face. My nude image! Not knowing what next to do, I fell in his desk direction, holding my head in place and 'passing out'.

Nina didn't know when finished his work but he was now watching her with an amused tinkle in his charming grey eyes. Nina rolled her eyes at him and said mockingly, "Are you that handsome? Why would I look at you? I was just wondering how a lazy person like you managed to look serious when working" Charlie got up from his chair and pretentiously held his chest as he walked towards her up to her. "Ah! You hurt my fragile heart again. Although I am not as handsome as that jerk with letter J, I still top the most eligible bachelors list every year" He said while plopping himself down beside Nina.

Wick warned, shooting her a hard glance. “What?” his sister asked. “I’m just curious.” “Wait.” Charlie looked at me, her mouth falling open in absolute shock. “You dated Pumpernickel? Wick’s mortal enemy? Why did I not know this already?” I wrinkled my nose, confused. “Pumpernickel?” “You know…” Charlie waved a distracted hand. “Topher Nicholl. Pumpernickel.” Izzy rolled her eyes and explained, “She’s always called him that, because she thinks his name sounds like pumpernickel bread.”

Of course, she had a stupid smile, which meant she was all up in my head when I was thinking sexy thoughts about Naja. Creeper, I sent it back to her through our mind link. The little shit smiled that knowing smile like she just figured out life's greatest mystery. “Charlie,” Naja said warmly, rising from his seat, his lips quirking into a smile. His hand extended toward me, a silent request. Taken aback, I watched his hand as if it were a poisonous snake.

Well, I’m ready and my body and my wolf are demanding it. I take his length in my hand, feeling how hard he is underneath the soft skin. I stroke up and down, watching my hand and feeling pretty proud of myself when I see the bit of precum coming out of the tip. Charlie smells like glazed donuts, my favorite food in the world. I have a sudden, irresistible desire to see if he tastes as good as he smells.

Charlie stuttered and couldn't find the words. "Leave the girl be," Paul told him. "She's not hurting anyone, is she?" Charlie was caught off guard by that. "Yeah, Charlie," I told him. "It's not like I'm flashing my tits." "What?!" Charlie choked when he heard me say that, but Paul laughed. "My nipples are still covered," I told him. "Don't be such a baby." Before he could say anything, I lay back down, knowing full well my nipples were a fraction of an inch from being exposed.