Page 221 of The Grand Duel

“Anything,” I whisper, lowering my head so that I’m looking into his eyes. “You can do anything to me, Charlie.”

He groans. “Baby.”

“Charles—”

My pleas are met, cut short, with the feel of his fingers filling me, deep down to his knuckles. My mouth drops open, and I fight to keep my eyes from closing.

“I’ve thought about doing this to you for weeks,” he tells me, his lips forming to mine then pulling back, a little shaky. “You’ve not left my mind. Not for a second. You’ll be with me in the car, and all I can think about is how you’d feel spread out across my lap, my cock deep inside of you. You’ll bring me files, and I’ll already be daydreaming of the taste of you. Of the way your pussy feels when it’s wrapped around me.” He pulls his fingers out and uses his thumb and forefinger to grasp my chin, lifting my dipped head. He kisses me. “Eyes on me, baby.” His tongue darts out as he pulls away, licking, then sucking across my jaw. “You taste fucking divine.”

My insides ripple at his words, at the way he licked my arousal from my skin.

His fingers curl inside of me, and I drop my head back, grinding my hips down onto his hand.

When his thumb lifts, dusting up my centre and circling over my clit, I let out a whimper.

“Turn around,” he demands, moving me through the water with his hips before I can do it myself.

His arm wraps around me, my body twisted and flush to his as he repositions us, my front to the side of the tub.

He pushes up against my back, putting me in front of one of the jets. He uses two fingers to spread my pussy and then grinds his hips forward to direct me to the flow.

When the pressure of the water hits my clit, my mouth drops open, my body coiling in on itself as he holds me firm.

“There.”

“Charles,” I beg, fighting against the need to pull away with how intense the feeling is. “It’s too much.”

“You want me to stop?” His nose is in my hair, his lips dragging from my ear to my cheek.

“No,” I plead. “No.” I try to bend forward, my hips jutting back, but he takes a hold of my throat with his free hand, his other still spreading my pussy in front of the jet.

His hips keep me in place, his hand just the right pressure at my neck as he angles my head back to lie flush with his shoulder.

“Do you remember what I felt like inside of you?” he asks, his face pressed against mine. “Can you imagine it like I can?”

I rock forward over and over, my lips parting as pleasure overcomes me.

“Does it torture you like it does me, baby?” he whispers.

I feel his cock hard against my ass, his hips creating a force his hand poised at the front of my body matches.

If I was certain it was what he wanted, I’d lean forward and let him sink inside of me.

“I…” The flow of the warm water makes my body cave, and I reach up, grasping his forearm at my chest. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t hide it. I want to see you. I want to hold you as it takes over.”

I let out a breathy moan, the feel of the jet too much to bear, the way he makes me so free to feel, too much.

“Let it go. Don’t be afraid to show me. I’ve got you.”

My orgasm pulses through me, and I instinctively try to pull away, to ease the intensity that creases up my face, but Charlie doesn’t let me, holding me tighter, his hands gripping me tighter.

I cry out his name as it grows, the feeling almost unbearable as my limbs shake, my vision going black.

I feel a rush of something stream out of me, my body trembling at the sensation and growing heavy in his arms as my thighs struggle to hold me up.

“Yes, baby.” He sighs. “That’s it.”