Page 15 of Shadowing Charlotte

Chapter fifteen

Charlotte

" L ook, both of us know this is a little weird," I told him, leaning against his chest. "But I like you…" Lex snorted at me, rolling his eyes. "I can't very well introduce you to anyone like this. I mean, can you picture it? 'Hi, this is Lex; my stalker.' Hardly something for Daddy to approve of."

"Princess," he sighed, combing his fingers through his hair, the word laced with… regret? Anxiousness? "I hardly think your father will approve, regardless of what you call me. I'm almost twenty-seven years old. You're a baby compared to me."

"Six years isn't that big of a difference. Besides, I date who I want. Daddy can be… well, he can hover. But he wants me to be happy. That's why he never stopped me from seeing Adam." I knew I'd said too much when his cheeks flushed, his cerulean eyes flashing with anger.

"You mean the fucking cunt who hits women?" His arms tightened possessively around my waist.

"He never hit me before last night…" I replied softly. Things with Adam had spiraled quickly, but I didn't think he was a bad person.

"Don't defend him, Charlotte." Lex glared at me. "Only fucking cowards abuse women…" It looked like he wanted to say more, but his expression shuttered with a sigh.

"I'm not defending him!" I complained. I wasn't trying to; I was just trying to make sense of everything that had happened.

"My point is," I insisted, returning to the subject at hand, "I think we've gone past the point of you watching me from down the street.

If you're going to be a part of my life, I want to know what to call you. "

"And you… want me to be a part of your life? Are you sure that's a good idea, princess?" Lex's skepticism was palpable. His words contradicted the way his hands tightened around me, though. He gripped hold of my thighs with a possessiveness that sent my heart racing with excitement.

"No, but, if you haven't noticed already, I'm not very good at making smart decisions," I replied with a grin, resting my chin against his chest and looking up at him.

I couldn't explain it. I was drawn to him like a magnet to metal.

Perhaps I shouldn't have been, but it wasn't something I could control.

I popped another chip into my mouth, my eyes glued to the screen.

Lex let out a groan, gently pushing me out of his lap and pacing in front of the tv, refusing to watch.

He looked physically ill, wincing at the sounds coming from the movie.

It didn't matter how much I enjoyed it; I was only willing to torture him so much.

I hit the home button, ending the movie.

"And I thought I was the psycho…" he muttered, taking another puff from the vape.

"I've seen it a million times. Movies don't really bother me. Not since my mother died." I'd realized, when she'd passed, that real horrors were far worse than anything written into a movie.

"Oh… I'm sorry," he breathed, sinking down onto the couch beside me. "How did she die?"

"She was hit by a drunk driver and severed in half." My words were blunt, nonchalant, as if they didn't hurt. They did. They always did…

"Fuck… I'm sorry, Charlotte."

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. The dumb ass who killed her will be in jail for another three years. He's paying for it."

"But it still doesn't bring her back," he whispered, placing his hand over mine.

"No, it doesn't…" I agreed in a murmur. Silence followed.

We sat there and he held my hand, rubbing my skin with his thumb.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply as the unwanted memories came flooding back.

Daddy and I had arrived at the hospital only minutes after she had. She'd been pronounced dead on arrival .

I didn't want to think about her anymore. I didn't want to think at all. So, I did the only thing I could think of, the same thing I'd been doing for years. I made another bad decision.

Turning, I climbed into his lap, wove my fingers through his hair, and kissed him senseless. Alexander groaned, pulling me closer, devouring my lips like a man starved.

"I want you…" I moaned into the kiss, spreading my legs wider, grinding against him until I felt his cock stiffen.

"Charlotte…" Lex groaned hesitantly.

"I haven't been drinking, I'm sober, and I want you to fuck me…" I insisted against his lips. "Please, Lex, don't make me beg…" I insisted. I'd wanted him long before I even knew who he was, and I wasn't about to let the chance to have him pass me by.

Alexander's eyes searched mine, a storm of lust and hesitation swirling in their blue depths.

His warm chest heaved beneath my fingertips as his hands wrapped around my waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.

I could feel the heat of his arousal through the sweats I had given him.

Staring at him, I raked my bottom lip through my teeth, my heart racing as I felt the familiar ache of desire pool low in my stomach.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice gruff with need.

His eyes fell to my chest, where my nipples had pebbled to tight points beneath the fabric of my t-shirt.

I gripped the hem, yanking the material off and revealing my bare chest to his gaze.

With a desperate snarl, he darted forward, his mouth meeting my heated skin.

I gasped and arched into the sensation as he sucked and kissed my breasts, teasing the hardened tips until they were aching.

My head fell back in bliss as I let his mouth explore.

His cock stiffened further, pressing insistently through the sweats against my dampening panties.

Alexander's lips moved up the side my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses as he whispered sweet nonsensical words against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Lex," I whimpered, my hips rocking against him.

He kissed down my collarbone, his teeth scraping the skin as he reached my breasts again, his tongue swirling around my areola before sucking hard.

The sensation was incredible, nothing like I'd ever experienced before, and I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs.

"I need you," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire.

He stood up abruptly, lifting me with him, his arms strong around my waist. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my hips into his as he carried me to the bedroom.

His eyes were dark with hunger, his cerulean irises overtaken by the blackness of his pupils.

I knew that tonight was different; he wasn't going to hold back or run away from my desire.

He laid me down on the bed, his own clothing coming off in a blur of movement .

Alexander's body was a work of art—his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. He took a moment to admire me as I raked my eyes over him. My body was spread out before him like an offering, my breasts heaving with every breath of anticipation.

He stepped closer, his fingertips trailing up my thighs, making me tremble with need. "You're so wet for me already," he said, his voice thick with lust as he yanked off my underwear. "So beautiful…"

Lex settled between my legs, his cock brushing against my thigh. My pussy was slick with need, my clit throbbing with excitement as he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh.

"Please," I begged, my voice breathy and needy. "I want to feel you inside me."

He hesitated, automatically reaching toward pants he no longer had on. "Hold on, I need—"

"No, you don't." I whined, uncaring that I sounded completely desperate. "I'm on the pill. I don't want to have anything between us; I want to feel all of you…"

With a growl, he positioned himself at my entrance, his cock head nudging against my slick folds.

I felt a twinge of pain as he pushed in, the tightness giving way to his size.

Fuck, he was bigger than I'd expected. I could feel every inch of him against my inner walls.

He was careful, moving slowly, letting me adjust to the feeling of being filled by him.

My muscles clenched around his cock, desperate to pull him deeper.

He was incredible. And it only made me want more.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained. He was trying to hold back… for me.

I nodded, my eyes fluttering closed. "More," I breathed, "I need more."

He took the hint, pushing in further until he was fully sheathed inside me, both of us panting for air. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust before he began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing over me. "Fuck…" I moaned.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "So fucking tight."

His eyes darkened with pleasure, and he began to thrust harder, his cock plunging deep within me, stretching me to the brink between pain and ecstasy.

I met his every movement with my own, my hips rising to meet his, urging him to take more, give me more.

The sound of our desperation filled the room, a symphony of lust that echoed in my ears; utterly intoxicating.

"Fuck, Lex," I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of heat through my body, making starlight dance behind my eyelids.

"So fucking perfect, baby… All mine…" he groaned, his hands gripping my ass as he pulled me closer to him.

We were clinging to one another, both of us afraid to let go, afraid this was some kind of dream that might fade away if we did.

His movements became more erratic, and I knew he was close to the edge.

"I'm going to fill you up," he warned, his voice ragged with passion.

My own climax was building, my pussy clenching around him, desperate for release. "Don't stop," I pleaded, my voice a whimper of need. "I'm so close." I'd never been pushed to the brink so fast before, and I was desperate to fall over the edge and sink into a pool of euphoria.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

He followed suit, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot cum.

I felt the warmth spread within me, a delicious sensation that only heightened my pleasure.

I sagged back on the sheets as he collapsed against my chest.

As our bodies stilled, our breathing heavy and ragged, Alexander leaned down to kiss me gently, his arms still wrapped around my waist. "You're mine," he murmured against my lips.

I nodded, unable to form words, my body still trembling from the force of my climax. I knew in that moment that I belonged to him, completely and utterly. Perhaps I always had, since the very first moment we'd set eyes on one another.

We laid there, entwined in the aftermath, our hearts pounding in sync. I could feel his cock still inside me, the evidence of our union, a testament to the strange, incredible connection we shared.