Page 127 of The Grand Duel

When our eyes meet, he stares, gaze searching, uncertain, and lost.

“I still want you,” I promise.

He swallows and bows his head as if taking a minute to process the words.

“Charles.” I frown, dragging my hips back to gain friction.

When he lifts his head, his own cheeks are flushed red. He swallows, and I see it then—embarrassment for what he’s about to say. He closes his eyes and drops his forehead to mine.

“Can I touch you, Lissie?”

Something in my chest pangs. “Yes.” And because my gut tells me it’s needed, I add, “You can touch me, Charlie.”

He sighs, our noses teasing as his eyes squeeze tighter.

“I want you to touch me,” I rasp, my heart thudding.

He lies motionless at my back for a moment before something must win out. My mouth drops open as the pressure of his palm flattens to my pussy, his fingers sinking into my wetness, gliding with ease through my folds.

He groans as if a man starved.

“I want you,” I repeat, not even meaning to voice the frantic, breathy words, but with the way his body jerks, chest working against my back, I can’t help but think he likes it.

His fingers explore and tease, all the while making my insides ache, desperate for release.

It’s been weeks since I touched myself to the vision of his face. To the thought of all the things he might do to me. And now I’m lying in this bed, the sun barely up, and the sound of the sheets rustling as I squirm at his fingertips.

I’m greedy for more of him.

Rolling my hips, I chase his fingers as they knowingly flutter, drag, and circle my clit. Every time he dips low near my opening, I become more and more desperate.

A whimper slips past my lips, and I feel his smile against my neck.

“Charles.”

“Charlie,” he groans, correcting me. He uses his free hand to squeeze my breast.

I close my eyes and lean further into him, grinding my ass up the length of his cock. “Please, Charlie.”

I twist my neck, finding his eyes closed, frown deep. My eyes drop to his shoulder, the way it flexes, and his arm, working as he touches me, making my pussy throb.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” I whisper, and he opens his eyes.

He groans, circling my clit. He dips lower, my pussy slick with arousal and more than ready. “Lissie.” His free hand dips into my shirt, palming my breast, toying with my nipple.

I arch back, knowing I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t put his fingers inside of me soon.

His tongue licks up and across my jaw, sucking at the skin behind my ear and making my spine tingle. “You’re perfect,” he rasps against the damp skin.

I open my mouth to speak, but he sinks two fingers inside of me. Slow. Drawn out until he’s to his knuckle, and there’s no more of him left for me to take.

Still, I grind down,needingmore.

He groans, using his thumb to tease my clit, circling as he slides out and then in again, keeping his fingers flush as he curls them inside of me. “This not enough, baby?”

I coil in on myself, my orgasm threatening.

He reaches up and takes my neck in his large palm, gently pulling my shoulders and head back to his chest as his other hand stays inside of me, keeping my ass to his groin.