Page 23 of Fast Break

Twenty-Three

Palmer

I peel the bandage off my tattoo and admire it in the bedroom mirror."I can't believe I did it."

"I can."Charlieis stretched across my bed, watching me."You've got more badass in you than you give yourself credit for."

I look over my shoulder at him."Not sure I canshowmy mother, though. Unless I wear something short, she probably won't ever see it. So maybe not that badass."

Hesitsup andholdsopen his arms. Iwalkinto them andstandbetween his knees. He squeezes my backside."Yes. That badass."

His handsslideinto my shorts, and, already unzipped, he pushes them to the floor.

He grips myhipsand turns me to the side so he can inspect the tat upclose.

I opted for something small for my first one, a little lacrossestickagainst the Battle logo with a daisy accent in stark black linework.

It's like a sticker."Didn't she do a great job? "

Hemovesover it with a lighttouch."It's perfect. But why a daisy and not the state flower to go with the flag?"

"Black-eyed Susans are pretty, but daisies are my favorite."I gesture to the painting on my wall and the daisy-adorned bedspread."You haven't noticed?"

He presses a softkissover the tat, then turns me facing him and presses akissover my panties."I've only been noticing you,"he murmurs against my thighs."I missed you."

"Me, too."I thread my fingers through his hair and let my headfallback as he blows a stream of hot air over my pussy.

His hands grip my backside, holding me upright as if he knows I'm seconds from melting into a puddle at his feet.

He nuzzles his nose in between my legs and nips at my inner thigh.

"I need to get inside you,"he growls, lapping at my heat through my panties.

"Please,"I pant, my pulse already topping out. I hook my hands in the sides of my underwear andslidethem down, kicking them and my shorts to the side.Charliegrunts and dives in, holding me still while he laps and licks and sucks at all my sensitive spots.

He grips myhipsand turns to toss me on the bed.

I scoot upward, stripping off mytopand bra, while he undoes his belt and lowers his trousers.

He crawls onto the bed over me, fastening his mouth overmine.

I work at his buttons andpushthe shirt off hisshoulders.

He's more tan, but his hot, sleek skin and rippling muscles are the same, and touching him is like coming home.

I sigh into his mouth and suck on histongueas I spread my legs around his thick thighs.

With my heels, I finish pushing his boxers and pants off his legs.

We're panting and naked, hiscocksliding along my slick folds.

"Charlie, please,"I moan, reaching between us to grab his steel. It's been only a days, but it might as well have been a lifetime since he's filled me, and I'm aching for him.

"Hang on, baby,"he says, nipping at my ear."I need a condom."

It takes him seconds to grab one from the box on my nightstand andslideit on. As soon as it's in place, I yank him down ontopof me and hook my ankles together at the small of his back so I canpushhim in. He grunts once he's fully seated, and westartrocking together.

"My baby's greedytonight,"he pants in my ear as he nips my lobe and licks the spot he knows drives me crazy.

"It's been way too long,"I moan."Your dick has spoiled me. My vibrator doesn't do the trick anymore."

"No?"He lifts up on his arms and pivots hiships, each plunge of his thickcockinside of me setting off sparks."Where is it?"

"What?"

"Your vibrator. Battery-operatedboyfriend. Dildo."

"I think,"I swallow thickly."I think it's only a dildo if it doesn't have batteries."

"Yours does."

"And a remote."I arch my back, encouraging him to go deeper."Why are we talking about this now? You're here. I don't need BOB."

Hepullsout of me so fast he give me pussy whiplash. I very nearly cry."Hey!"

"Just a sec."He digs around in my nightstand drawer and comes up with my vibrating little friend. I blush as heholdsit up with an amused expression."How can I measure up to him?"

It's thick with simulated veins and ridges along the shaft, about nine inches long, and a set of artificial balls that vibrate.

It's comparable in girth and length toCharlie.

I don't tell him I traded in my original bullet vibrator after we started messing around, because after experiencingCharlie'ssex, the little vibrator that could couldn't anymore.

"Charlie,"I whine.

"Palmer,"he mimics me. He roots around in the drawer and comes up with the tiny remote."So, how does this work? Do you put it all inside you and press the big red button? Or do you work your way up to it?Showme."

I lick my lips and reach for it. His eyes track my every move as I rub the toy down my body.

I roll the tip around my nipples, watching his eyes go dark.

The rubber doesn't glide against my skin easily.

Normally I add a bit of lube to help things along, buttonightI open my mouth and suck the toy between my lips, spreading the saliva around with mytongue.

A low, feral hum comes out of him, his eyes still captivated by what I'm doing.

I drag the vibrator between my breasts and over my curls, teasing my entrance with the tip. He's still watching my hands, so I whisper to grab hisattention."The remote has three settings. Those two little buttons and the big red one. Don'tpushthe big one yet."

He grunts his assent and flicks one of the buttons with his thumb.

The impostorcockbegins to vibrate a light rhythm.

I work it all around my heat,puttingextra pressure against the hooded bud of mysex.

He increases the intensity and I moan in pleasure, arching my back and spreading my legs even wider so he canwatchmefuckmyself.

I dip the head of the wand into my channel and circle it around before pulling it out and doing it again.

Each time, I move it a little farther.Charliemodulates the speed of the vibration back and forth between slow and medium, a wildgrinon his face as he watches every little movement.

Istartsliding the toy faster and deeper between my folds, planting my heels on the bed to give me better purchase while I lift myhipsand change the angle.

My eyes flutterclose, the undulating vibrations teasing my nerves and bringing me to the edge.

With the hand not holding the vibrator, I circle my clit with my fingers,fuckingmyself two ways as I chase my release.

Faster, harder. When I'm at my peak, I shout at him to hit the red button.

The rubber balls attached to the toy vibrate with a frenzy.

Ihold the shaft inside me as the vibrations shake loose my orgasm.

My fingers fly over my clit until Ibreakwith a scream of ecstasy.

Before I even begin to come down, the toy is pulled out of me andCharlieis ontop, levering himself into me, stringing out my bliss until we're both cursing and chanting, our breaths mingling, our arousal heavy in the air.

He drags out a final roar from hischestas I shiver beneath him, my throat raw.

We lay entwined for so long, I'm not confident either of us will ever be able to leave this bed. When I say as much toCharlie, he laughs."I'm good with that, Coco. I'd give up my whole life to lie here andwatchyou pleasure yourself. As long as I get to play, too."

Me, too. I could stay here forever in his arms. But I keep that little tidbit to myself.