Page 41 of Shadowing Charlotte

Chapter forty-one

Charlotte

T he thing I adored most about Lex was that I could be myself around him, wild and carefree. I'd half expected him to scold me when I offered to make him hard; instead, he'd almost begged me. The word 'please' came out a low, husky groan that sent a thrill through me.

"Fucking minx," he muttered. I couldn't hold back a grin. I would show him a minx. Leaning over, I sank down on him again, bobbing my head as he gripped my hair in his hands. "Fuuuuuuck…" I loved being able to completely unnerve him. It gave me a rush of power I didn't know I needed.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking hard.

"God, look at you, baby," he moaned. I knew he was struggling to keep his eyes on the road, wanting to watch as I went down on him.

"That's it, princess. Take it all…" he ground out, thrusting his hips upward.

He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but I didn't stop.

When we hit a red light, Lex let go of the steering wheel, holding my hair as he moved, fucking my mouth with increasing eagerness. "Thats my girl, take my dick down your throat like a good little slut."

I pulled away, glaring at him. "I'm not a slut…" The word hit me like a sledgehammer, immediately triggering my defenses.

"Yes, you are, baby," he crooned endearingly, gripping my hair tighter in his hand. "You're my little slut… Only mine." Instead of anger, the affectionate way he stated his ownership made my insides tighten like a coil. I shouldn't have liked it, but I did …

Lex pulled me in, kissing my until I was dizzy and the car behind us honked impatiently. I was flushed, my body on fire as I sat back in the seat, panting. "Charlie… Touch yourself, baby," Lex said as he began to drive again.

"What?" I breathed, his words ripping the breath from my lungs.

"Spread your legs and touch yourself for me," he answered, eyes still fixed on the road.

"Come on, princess. Show me that pretty pussy.

" I whined, my skin flushing red hot as I complied, resting one foot in his lap and hiking my dress up.

I leaned back against the door, chewing anxiously on my bottom lip as I slid my fingers beneath the lace of my underwear.

"That's it, sweetheart, get it nice and wet for me. "

"Oh, God… Lex…" I slowly circled my fingers over my throbbing clit.

I'd masturbated in front of him before, but this was different.

I couldn't just feel him watching, I was right there beside him, in an enclosed space.

My pulse was racing, pushing the raging need through every inch of my body, throbbing between my legs as I touched myself.

Biting back a low groan, I rubbed my clit faster as his fingers brushed over the skin of my inner thigh. "Don't be quiet, baby. I want to hear you." Fuck, I was going to get off just listening to his filthy words.

"Fuck…" I moaned, my head falling back against the window.

Lex's free hand was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white, but his touch remained gentle against my skin.

With every shift of my fingers, the tension inside me continued to build, until I was writhing in the seat and filling the car with breathy pants of pleasure.

When Lex shifted in his seat, sliding his hand higher between my legs, my back arched, and a lewd whine poured out of me.

"Fuck, Charlie, your panties are fucking soaked," His voice was thick and strained as his fingers traced over mine through my underwear.

"The entire ward will be able to smell how fucking wet you are for me.

" A wave of embarrassment pulsed through me, but his words turned me on in equal measure.

"Alexander," I whined, raking my bottom lip through my teeth as he slipped his hand inside my underwear, pushing two fingers inside me.

Fuck, I was so close, the world narrowing until all I could see was him, smirking as he tried to focus on the road ahead.

I rolled my hips, my body instinctively begging him for more.

"That's it, princess. Say my name just like that. Keep fucking yourself on my fingers. What a good girl you are for me," he praised, moving his hand, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. Oh, my fucking—

"Lex!" Fuck. Sweat broke out across my skin and I felt like I was going to shatter to pieces.

"Go on, baby. Cum all over my seat."

"Fuck!" The world around me dissipated as white-hot light flashed behind my eyelids; the tension inside me finally cresting. My climax ripped through me and the world fell into blissful silence. "Oh, my God…" I sighed, sagging in the seat, my sweaty skin sticking to the leather.

"You look so fucking beautiful…" Lex whispered, reaching for my hand and kissing the back of it. "Now, fix your dress; we're almost there," he added with a crooked smile. I slammed my legs closed, flushing in embarrassment as he sucked his fingers into his mouth.

I always hated hospitals, even before my mother died.

The sterile smell, the uncomfortably quiet atmosphere as nurses bustled about.

It all unsettled me. When I was seven, my nana passed away.

My parents were grieving and all I could think about was how grateful I was to go home and get out of that hospital room.

Lex held my hand as we entered the psychiatric hospital, giving my fingers a reassuring squeeze.

He signed in and handed me a clipboard as the receptionist went over the rules and explained that all guests had to register for visits.

I sank into one of the ugly vinyl chairs to fill out the form, attaching my license to the clipboard for them to copy.

The longer we waited, the more anxious I became. I watched the seconds tick by on the clock above the reception desk, and wiped my clammy palms on the hem of my dress.

"Alright, Mr. Roberts, everything is all set. You know where to go; I'll buzz you in." The receptionist smiled politely at us. I trailed behind Alexander, who had gone oddly silent, his posture stiff as he pulled open the door.

Although I'd never seen a picture of her, I recognized Alexander's mother immediately. She looked like him. Dark hair and blue eyes. She was sitting at a table in the corner of the recreation room, toying with a deck of cards. Her eyes lit up, shining with joy as she caught sight of her son.

"Alexander," she greeted, breaking into a wide smile. "It's good to see you, honey."

"You too, mom," he replied, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

I remained behind him. His entire demeanor had changed, his expression shuttered, like he was burying all of his emotions somewhere deep inside him.

"I have someone I want you to meet." Lex turned to me expectantly, and I finally inched out from behind him. "This is Charlotte… my girlfriend."

"Hello," I whispered anxiously, straining to offer her a genuine smile. She was clad in a matching set of loose cotton clothing, and her hair was tangled and neglected. How could anyone want to live in such a state?

"Oh, Charlotte." She sighed happily, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Emily! You know the rules!" one of the orderly's barked, making us both jolt. His mother's hands fell limply to her sides.

"That's alright," I assured her in a whisper. "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Roberts."

"Taylor."

"I'm sorry?" I blinked at her in confusion.

"William's last name is Roberts. I go by Taylor now," she explained.

"Oh. Of course," I replied, my cheeks flushing. I hadn't meant to bring up anything from her past that might upset her.

"Well, you're very pretty, aren't you?" She smiled at me again, moving on from the topic.

"Thank you. So are you," I replied. It wasn't a lie.

While she looked like she hadn't combed her hair in days, and the circles beneath her eyes were prominent, I could tell she had once been a great beauty.

Alexander sank into the empty chair at the table, watching us with a small frown, as if he was waiting for one of us to set the other off.

But I had no intention of doing anything of the sort.

Glancing around the room, I turned and grabbed one of the empty chairs.

It scraped along the floor as I pulled it up to the table.

"Emily? I-is it okay if I call you Emily?

" I asked anxiously, letting out a shaky breath.

She nodded, retaking her seat and shuffling the cards.

"I was wondering if I could do your hair?

" I asked gently. "It's really pretty… I could braid it for you? " I offered.

"I would like that." Her response came in a reserved whisper, but a soft smile graced her lips.