Page 168 of The Grand Duel

She must ease forward, her hands reaching out to wrap around my biceps as she pulls me up.

My cock is painfully hard, the anticipation of sinking inside of her again making me weak at the knees.

I position myself above her, my chest giving me away as it meets hers in rapid bursts. “Condom, Lis,” I whisper in a panic. “It’s in my trouser pocket.”

I feel her reach out, across the bed maybe. I hear the tear of a packet. And then her hand is between us, rolling a condom down my cock.

I gasp as she sheaths me to the base, at the fact I’ve let her put it on me.

I’ve never let another woman do that.

Another rule lost to her.

I drop my head, meeting her forehead. I rock it side to side, my eyes clenched behind the blindfold. “There’s no one else I’d want to be with like this.” I slowly sink inside of her, my voice growing raspy as I add, “No one else, baby.”

When I’m nearly to the hilt, I slide back an inch and then roll my hips deep, pinning her to the bed.

We both let out a variation of a moan.

Her hands grab hold of my head, directing it down. When I know she’s about to kiss me, I frown, unsure. I sink lower and kiss her neck instead.

As I move back up, flattening my tongue across the hot skin at her throat and up to her ear, I lift my knee under her thigh and thrust deep, moving her up the mattress.

“Charles,” she whimpers, forgetting the kiss.

I keep the pace, grinding my cock into that sweet spot inside of her over and over. It’s too good, and not enough. I lift my other knee, dragging my hands down her body until I can lift her at the hips. I settle her to sit on my thighs, her pussy sinkingdown another inch once she’s upright and her ankles are crossed at my back.

“Fuck.”

“Oh my god,” she pants across my lips. “I’m?—”

I keep one hand on her ass and the other supporting her upper body, locking it at the nape of her neck. I rock her over me, lifting her slightly each time to grind her back down.

“Charlie.” Her head meets my chin, and I nudge it back, messily dusting my nose over her face until I know her mouth is right there.

I drag my lips over her cheek and to the corner of her mouth. My tongue peeks out, teasing a taste. My cock jerks, balls tightening. I quickly pull back, thinking better of it.

I want to. I want to kiss her. But I’ve never kissed a woman in this club. It’s my hard limit. Always has been. And I definitely don’t want my first kiss with Lissie to be here.

The fact I’ve denied her makes me hate myself.

The fact I can’t give her what she needs…

I grip her, grinding my hips up and pulling her down onto me harder and harder until we’re both grunting, both covered in her, both fucked.

“Yes,” she cries. “Charlie, yes.”

I get sloppy, close, my head gone.

She leans forward, toppling us over and making me drop back to the bed as she straddles me. “Fuck.”

When she rolls her hips forward, taking my hands and placing them on her stomach, I groan.

I palm her breasts, squeezing and toying with the nipples, and then I drop my hand to her thigh, my other to her clit.

I give her a little pressure as my balls draw up. My hand tightens on her leg, her body grinding over me deeper, taking more and more of me.

Her nails bite into my abs, dragging down to my groin.