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Chapter 13

Brodie

S he’s fucking killing me.

Grinding against my leg as if it was made for her. Like she was meant to fall apart right here, rubbing herself raw.

And she’s wearing the shirt with my name and number.

Holy mother of God.

Her breath snags, fingers fisting in the sheets, body strung tight with want. For me. I can feel it. Feel her . The wet heat of her pussy gliding over my quad. I tighten the muscle under her, pressing her clit harder into me.

She lets out a deep sigh. Fuck. That sigh. It carves straight through me.

And I should be revelling in it, making her do it again, and again, and again. But all I can think is… This isn’t enough.

I want more. To hold her when she breaks. Be inside her when she does. I want to fucking keep her.

But I don’t say it.

I just touch her.

I skim one hand up and cup her tit. Plush and full, heavy enough to make my palm ache. Her nipple’s already hard, begging for my touch. I roll it slowly between my fingers. Then tug, rougher than I should, like I’m teasing out a scream she’s too proud to give me.

‘I hate how good this feels. I hate you for knowing it.’ She lets her head drop back, offering her throat to me.

‘Hate me all you want, baby. Your body loves it.’

I bite her. Can’t help it. Sink my teeth into the nape of her neck, feel her pulse jump against my lips. I suck, let my tongue graze over the mark before pulling away.

Her hips buck, begging for more.

And who the fuck am I to deny her that?

I slide one hand to her jaw, pull her mouth to mine, and swallow the ragged, starving sound that slips free when my tongue brushes against hers.

She tastes so fucking good.

I roll my hips up, shoving my quad against her pussy hard, and she chokes on a moan.

I need to hear her say it.

Need to fucking hear it.

I break the kiss, press my forehead against her temple, still gripping her jaw tightly in one hand.

‘Say it, Charlie. Tell me you want it.’

She’s shaking. Her body is pleading for me. ‘Brodie…’

‘Say it, baby.’

She exhales sharply. ‘I-I want… I want you.’

The growl that tears from me is pure fucking ruin. I crash my mouth to hers. Branding her, owning her, telling her without words that she’s mine.

She fumbles behind her, grabs my cock through the cotton.

And…fuck.

Her breath catches – stunned – like she just clocked what she’s holding. She squeezes, and my vision fractures. Her grip shifts, tentative at first, then firmer. Exploring. Mapping me. Trying to figure out what she’s dealing with. A shaky breath spills from her, half awe, half hunger, and I bite down on a curse, because… Fuck, she likes what she’s holding.

Then she moves. A twist of her body, a press of small hands against my chest, and suddenly, I’m on my back, sinking into the mattress, breath fucking gone. She’s on top of me, knees bracketing my hips.

She strips my shirt off with a growl, flinging it to the floor like it’s burning her skin. And suddenly she’s bare to me. Glorious. Her tits are fucking art. Round and heavy with that pretty slope. Nipples set low but tipped up, waiting for my mouth. They sway when she moves, and all I can think about is how I want one in my mouth and the other in my hand while I fuck her slow enough to make her cry.

Her throat bobs. Something shadows across her face. But before I can name it, she sinks lower, grazing the trail where my pulse hammers.

She wants to take control? Wants to take me apart? She can have every goddamn inch. I won’t even pretend I haven’t imagined those lips stretched around me. I have. Her mouth. Her spit. Her throat. All mine.

She hooks her fingers into my waistband. I lift my hips, let her peel my briefs down. She goes quiet when she sees what she’s dealing with. Heavy. Flushed. Leaking. Desperate for her.

‘Christ, Brodie. Think you could’ve warned me?’

I let out a hoarse laugh. ‘What, so you could run?’

She bites her lip, eyes sparking. ‘So, I could brace myself.’

‘Too late for that.’ My voice is all gravel now. Hunger spilling over. Need eating me alive.

She wraps her fingers around me, strokes once, twice – too light, too teasing. I push up on one elbow, grab her jaw and trace my knuckle along her lower lip until her teeth let go. ‘Think you can take it, or is it too much for you?’

There’s a gleam below her lashes. That smug, ‘challenge accepted’ look. Like I’ve dared her. And I know she fucking loves a dare.

‘Oh, you’ll see.’

Then she goes down.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Heat. Tight, slick, suffocating heat wrapping around the head. Her mouth… Fuck, her mouth. Full lips stretching and sealing as she takes me to the base. Pressure builds. Buried low. It claws higher, behind my ribs. I feel it everywhere. In my balls, my gut, my goddamn soul.

‘Fucking knew you’d be good at this.’ I fist the sheets, legs drawn tight – because fuck – now her tongue is swirling, teasing. My hips jolt, instinct taking over. She hollows her cheeks, and I almost black out. Fire licks up my lower back. My pulse rages in my skull and my heart thrashes like a motherfucker.

Because this isn’t just pleasure.

It’s her.

Her.

Charlie on her knees for me. Taking me. Giving me this.

Her mouth is a revelation. Hot and greedy and fucking lush.

And she’s so damn eager.

But something’s…off.

At first, I don’t see it. Too lost in heat-drenched suction, the way she gags for it like she’s got something to prove.

Until I realise she has.

She’s putting on a show.

And that’s a problem.

A cold rush cuts through the blaze, clearing my head enough to notice what I should have caught from the start. She’s doing it perfectly. Too perfectly. Both hands stroking me, her mouth moving in some fast porn rhythm. Like she thinks she has to get me off asap.

It guts me.

Because Charlie doesn’t know how to let go, how to be in the moment. Doesn’t know there’s a way to make giving head about her, too. To let herself sink into the power of it, instead of working so hard to impress me.

I push my fingers into her scalp, but not to guide. To stop. To pull her off me.

She looks up, lips wet, brows drawn in a question, confusion in her eyes.

My heart cracks open.

Charlie Harrington doesn’t know how to fucking feel .

She’s been taught how to perform, to please, to be the best. How to give, give, give.

But who the fuck taught her how to take and revel?

My voice is rough. ‘You don’t have to, baby.’

Her forehead creases. ‘I want to.’

And maybe she does. Maybe she wants to make me come in her mouth. But there’s a difference between wanting something and knowing how to let yourself enjoy it.

I tip her face up with one finger under her chin. ‘You have no idea how to lean back and be taken care of, do you?’

Charlie blinks and shrugs, followed by a half-smirk. She’s ready to dodge.

Not this time, Champ.

I sit up and move fast, flip the script before she can get away. Before she knows it, I’m seizing her hips, pulling her up my chest.

She stills, tension sparking off her in waves. ‘What… Brodie, I—’

‘I want you to sit on my face, Charlie. Ride my fucking face.’

I see her pulse kicking in her throat. That heartbeat where she wrestles with want.

‘I’ve never…’

I move back down underneath her, and grab her harder, pull her higher, force her right where I want her.

Right where she needs to be.

‘Let me show you how to fucking take .’

She resists. Of course she does. Strained muscles under my hands, breath hitching.

‘Come here, baby.’ I stroke up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, spreading her wider as I tug her closer. ‘Don’t make me wait for that pussy.’

She shakes her head, breathless. ‘Brodie, I…’

‘Shhh.’ I soothe her with my hands, with my lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along the crease of her hip. ‘Let me take care of you, aye?’

She’s balanced above my face now.

With my thumb, I push the lace aside. Her muscles stay taut, she tries to stay poised, in control. Still fighting it. Still trying to decide if she can let herself have this.

Well, I can’t fucking have that .

So, I squeeze her flesh, hard, let her feel my strength, my control. Let her know what’s about to happen.

‘Don’t hover. Sit.’

‘Won’t I…smother you?’

‘No. Now be a good girl and fucking sit .’

A helpless gasp. One hand claws into my hair, and then she finally sinks down onto my mouth.

Goddammit.

Lush, silky heat coats my tongue the second I lick up into her. Hotter than I imagined. Wetter than I fucking deserve.

A little mewl escapes her. Bit shocked. Bit desperate. Like she didn’t expect this. Like it never felt this good before.

I bet it never has.

Not to me, anyway.

I lick slowly over the spot that makes her seize, body arching, holding on to the metal frame above my head for dear life.

‘Oh my god,’ she whispers. ‘This is… Fuck!’

I hum against her, tasting everything. She melts. Rocks against me.

‘That’s it.’ I’m muffled against her soaked, fucking delicious cunt, but I know she hears me. I feel her hear me. ‘Take what you need.’

She’s not in control anymore. She’s learning how to enjoy being eaten out. And I let her ride my tongue like I was built for it.

Because maybe I fucking was.

Her hips roll. Faster. Feral. Chasing it.

‘Ah! Oh god! Brodie…’ Breathless. Raw. ‘I…I can’t—’

I haul her against my mouth, devour her, flick my tongue in that way that makes her legs shake.

Then I come up for air. ‘You’re gonna lose it for me now, Charlie. Right on my face.’

I yank her back down, mouth open, hungry, and suck her swollen clit like I’ve got a goddamn death wish. Lick fast, hard, deep. Until she jerks like she’s been lit from inside.

And she breaks.

A long whimper rips from her chest as she comes apart right in my mouth.

It’s the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me.

I thought she needed this.

But now I need her needing it.

She’s still high on it. Her knees are splayed over my shoulders, and I feel the aftershocks in the little tremors of her legs, the way she flutters around nothing. I trail my mouth up her stomach and down again, the taste of her thick on my tongue.

I reach where she’s dripping for me, tease her oversensitive pulse point just to hear that strangled little wail, like she’s embarrassed to want it that much. Because she doesn’t know how to stop herself anymore.

Good.

Neither do I.

‘Charlie,’ I murmur against her belly button, scraping my teeth over warm skin. ‘You ready for me to fuck you, baby?’

‘Yes… Brodie. Yes!’

She reaches for me and wriggles down my body, tries to grab me like she needs me inside her now, now, now.

And Christ, do I want to fill her up, let her feel just how far gone I am.

I’m so fucking hard I’m about to burst.

I reach for my wallet from my bag beside the bed, and fish out a condom. Last one. Haven’t stocked up since I gave up on casual fucks.

I rip the foil open and slide it over my rock-hard length. ‘You told me to “glove up”. Here we go.’

A sharp inhale. And then she giggles, rolls onto her back and tugs me down with her, fisting my hair as she shoves her mouth against mine in a bruising, frenzied kiss. She’s trying to devour me whole, to make me feel everything she’s allowing herself to feel.

‘Now, Charlie.’ I murmur low against her chin. ‘Open up for me.’

I pull her shorts and soaked thong down her legs, then off completely.

And fuck.

I take a moment to look at her.

She’s sprawled out in front of me, hair a goddamn mess, pupils wide, skin shimmering in the dim glow of the streetlight outside. Her legs are spread, inner thighs pink from my beard. She’s got the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen. Plump, flushed, with a soft strip of caramel-blonde hair.

I have never, in my entire life, seen anything so damn beautiful.

I nudge my tip up and down her wet mess, notch it at her tight entrance, pressing enough to feel her quiver. She sinks her nails into my biceps, breath ragged, chest heaving, so fucking horny she can barely stand it.

‘Please, Brodie. N-now… Please…’

‘Told you that you’d beg for my cock.’

I push inside.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s soft. Not too tight, just snug enough that I feel every tiny give and drag, every velvet inch as she stretches around me.

I go slow.

I don’t want to.

I have to.

Because she’s so wet, so fucking perfect, I already feel that tightening in my balls, that dangerous, burning pressure in my backbone, threatening to blow.

Her head lolls back, a broken gasp torn from her as she digs her heels into my arse, pushing me deeper.

‘Fuck you, Brodie…’ Her voice breaks. ‘You feel too good. So hard. Big fucking dick. Too much. God… Oh god…’

My name on her lips when I’m buried inside her? Fucking lethal. My teeth snap together, and I push all the way in, watching her writhe beneath me.

‘That’s it, baby. Feel me. Take it.’

She clamps down around me, so hot, and I’m shivering now, barely holding on. Because it’s her.

It’s Charlie.

And I’m done pretending I don’t need this. Don’t need her.

So, I give her everything, grind my hips to make her feel it. The stretch. The weight. The friction.

‘AH! I-I love the way you fuck me… I’ll take it, I’ll take all of it … Please keep going… Please. Don’t be gentle. Don’t you fucking dare… Brodie… Brodie…’

I groan, and a slow, filthy roll of my hips makes her cry out. She’s still sensitive from the way I ate her out, from how I made her grind on my tongue.

‘So soft. So fucking soft.’ I lean in, nose grazing hers, trembling with the effort it takes not to lose it right there, buried in the sweetest fucking grip I’ve ever felt.

‘You feeling me, baby?’

She nods, feverish and sweaty, eyes rolling back, white flashing under heavy lids.

‘God, you’re fucking beautiful when you’re taking me so deep.’

‘Yes. M-more. I need it… I need you…’

Lord have mercy.

I kiss her again. Make her feel it in her spine.

This is it. What I’ve been dying to give her. One tit in my mouth, the other in my hand, fucking her slow. Long, dragging thrusts that make her shiver. I pull out, let her feel every inch of me slipping free – then slide back in, bottoming out with a splintered groan.

‘I didn’t know it could…feel like this. Didn’t know I could feel like this. Fuck, yes. Yes!’

Her body is pulsing around me like she never wants me to leave. She writhes, thighs trembling, head rolling back against the pillow, a broken string of sounds spilling out of her.

‘Faster… Please… Brodie. N-need you harder…’

The words shoot straight through my core, detonating what’s left of my control.

She’s the boss.

I rear up, take her thighs, pin her open, and fucking give it to her.

A sharp snap of my hips. A brutal thrust that knocks another cry from her. Back arching, hands scrabbling for something to hold on to – me, the sheets, anything – begging, taking every hard, hungry stroke like the champ she is.

I hit that perfect spot inside her, again and again, slap of skin-on-skin and the squeaking of the bed frame filling the room, drowning out every thought except more .

She clamps down hard, legs shaking, eyes dazed, mouth open on panting moans.

I lower my head. ‘There?’

A frantic nod. A choked sob. ‘Yes! Yes! AH! Don’t stop—’

As if I could.

I’m a good boy, and I keep going in that rhythm she needs to crest.

Her channel tightens around me, squeezing me so tight my vision blurs, and I know – I know – she’s right there. I bury myself in her, rough and fast, chasing her over the edge.

Her whole body locks up. Her mouth drops open, and a little scream breaks loose, hitting the air as if it hurts to hold it in. And she shatters, rhythmic pulses pulling me under with her. A roar rakes out of me as I thrust, my balls tightening, throbbing, and then – fuck – I’m coming so hard my arms give out and my heart explodes.

The world narrows to her. The feel of her. The smell of her. The way her body keeps clenching, like she’s holding onto the last shreds of pleasure.

To me.

I drop my forehead to hers, fighting for air, completely undone.

She’s shivering, arms looped tight around my shoulders. Her skin is damp, her hair is tangled, her breath is hot against my mouth. She’s looking up, half-wrecked, half-stunned, like she doesn’t believe it happened. Like she doesn’t know how to handle the way I’m still inside her, still holding her like she might disappear.

Her cheeks are pink with heat, lips swollen from kissing me.

‘Wow,’ is all she whispers.

I look down and see this little mole on her left tit. Tiny, dark, heart-shaped. I trace it with my nose, taste it with my tongue.

Charlie closes her eyes, and her fingers ease off my back. I gave her everything. Still might not be enough.

I’m already burned alive just from being this close, just from being the one making her look like this. And I don’t ever want to move.

But I can already tell she’s going to make me.