Page 99 of Charming Like Us

Choices.

My muscles strain. “You choose.”

“You might not like my choice.”

“I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t,” I assure. “All I know is I’d try both.”

Oscar leans back down, and I fall back off my arms. We kiss again, and the swelter reignites as we sink into a sensual mood.

His hand descends between our bodies, and he jerks me off better than anyone ever has.Fuck.I force myself not to blow a load before we enter a new territory.

The anticipation ofwhohe chooses to give and receive is annihilating me. And our eyes are on each other as he takes the bottle and lubes his fingers.

This is happening.

I picture the moment, his fingers in me, and I shift my legs, my dick aching. I tug myself, and Oscar’s whole body tightens in arousal. We’re both straining and in need of a powerful release.

My eyes trace his beautiful build. Curves and cuts and sinewy angles.

Curly hair brushes his eyelashes. His nose ring makes him even sexier. Faint scars dot his chest and knuckles, and his nose was probably reset a few times after punches.

Beautiful.

I don’t want him to be with anyone else.

No one.

Just me.

I slide my hand back against his neck and bring his mouth on mine. We kiss for another minute before he whispers, “Turn on your chest.”

I roll onto my forearms, exposing my back and ass to Oscar. Questions prick my gaze, wondering if this is right. My pulse is skipping, and I ease when he shifts my legs for me. Spreading them apart. He grips my waist.

“Do your California best and chill some more,” Oscar says.

It makes me smile. “Am I not relaxed?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That wells up inside me. Even though he’s said it before, it feels more like a commitment and promise.

He kisses my bicep, my neck and lips one more time before pressing his body up against me. Pleasure steals my breath, and anticipation descends in rapid headiness.

I imagine him thrusting against me, and I feel weak at the knees and I’m basically lying down on all-fours. I look over my shoulder. Meeting his serious eyes that reassure and calm anxieties.

His cold finger circles my entry, and his other arm wraps around my waist. He strokes me with one hand and enters me with his other fingers, slight pressure nuzzling me—I stiffen.

He lets go of my shaft and trails his free hand up my abs, creating firm waves that leave fiery wakes. So many sensations melt my brain, and Ichillinside the moment.

A second later, he slides his finger in me. My eyes snap shut, overwhelmed for a beat. I bear down on my teeth, breathing aching breath through my nose. He makes a come-hither motion and finds a spot that jerks my limbs in intense bliss.

Fuck.

He thrusts his hips with the movement of his finger. A primal noise rumbles out of him and out of me, our groans the best music in the air. His hard body rocks on top of mine, against mine, with mine—pressure.

Pressure.

I reach back and try to grab onto Oscar, but his hips and thighs and body are firm muscle that my hand slides off. I almost give up, but then I feel his palm slip into mine. Fingers interlacing and squeezing tight.