Page 56 of Not So Goode

I couldn’t even scream.

Stars burst behind my eyes and inside me. My core exploded, and I was seized by lightning, like I’d stuck a fork in an outlet. My heels scrabbled at his back, and his stubble roughened my tender inner thighs, and his tongue drove me to utter madness.

How long?

I have no way of knowing how long that orgasm lasted. It destroyed the concept of time within me, leaving me shaking. Trembling helplessly, boneless.

After a time,I was able to open my eyes.

A while later, I could start to move.

Crow had his chin propped up on his hands, still laying awkwardly between my legs. Gazing up at me with an expression of complicated emotions I dare not try to parse.

“Hey there,” he muttered, smirking. “Back with me?”

“Yeah.” I blinked. “I think.”

His grin was pleased. “You, Charlie. You’re…so fuckin’ incredible. Watching you come, making you come, goddamnif ain’t the most amazing thing I’ve ever gotten to experience.”

“Did…did I pass out?”

He nodded. “For a couple minutes, yeah.”

“Wow.” I laughed, a soft breath. “Didn’t know that was a real thing. Just thought it was for fiction.”

“Guess not.” He crawled up over me, lay beside me. “So. Hungry?”

I nodded. “Starved.”

He tugged his zipper up, not without difficulty, however. “I’ll rustle us up something while you get dressed.”

I grabbed his wrist. “That was only half of what I wanted.”

He stilled. “Charlie, you—”

“So far, I’m the only who’s gotten anything.”

He shook his head. “Ain’t in this togetanything, Charlie. I just can’t help but want to do things to you. Got a woman like you, classy and smart and beautiful as all hell, and you want to let me make you feel good? Well, shit. I’d be a fool to pass that up.”

I looked at his groin—he was about to break the zipper, he was swollen so hard. “Crow. You asked me what I wanted, and I told you. It was the honest truth of what I wanted.” I was less sure I had the courage to do this, but god, I wanted to try.

Him making me feel good in all new ways was incredible.

What else could I enjoy? What else was there which I’d never experienced? Making him feel things? Touching him? Exploring this body?

Yes, please.

I grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from his crotch. I turned onto my side and braced on one elbow. Unzipped his black jeans. Hooked two fingers in each belt loop on either side of the fly and tugged down. He lifted his butt, and the jeans came off inside out. He kicked them off, left them tangled at the other end of the bunk. His cock was outlined fully by the tight stretchy fabric, and it was…monstrous. A quarter inch of the tip was poking out the top, pink and leaking clear fluid.

I curled my fingers in the elastic on either side of his cock, feeling it brush the outside of my fingers, and pulled down. Another lift of his hips, and he was kicking those off, too, and ohhh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

What in the world had I gotten myself into? His cock was…

Beyond any scope of comparison. Seeing it outlined in the underwear hadn’t done it justice. So long, so thick. Straight as an arrow, lying flat against his belly, the tip at his navel.

I just looked. “Oh…my…god.” I turned to stare into his eyes.

He just gazed back levelly. “Whatever you want, Charlie. Everything or nothing at all.”