Page 30 of The Grand Duel
His head drops lower, and I lean back, giving him access to my chest. “Good girl,” he rasps, then flicks his tongue across the tip of my nipple, his hands cupping each breast. “Anything?” he asks, mimicking me.
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
And as if it’s all he needs, he lifts me. My legs wrap around him, his waist, and he carries me to what I can tell is the seating area, setting me down to sit straddling his lap. The second I settle over him, I feel the long thick length of his cock against the lace of my underwear, the material covering us both doing nothing to stop the feel of him, the hardness, along my pussy.
“Where the fuck did you even come from?”
The question is rhetorical. One I’d usually have an answer for, but I don’t even try to think of something smart to come back with because I’m too busy focusing on his hands as they cover my breasts, the expanse of them lifting and squeezing despite the ample size.
I roll my hips in answer instead.
He grinds up into me, making my clit throb. Reaching out blindly, I steady my hands on his bare shoulders.
He groans. “I can feel you.”
“I can feel you, too,” I reply, grinding my hips down harder. I need it. I need him.
“No.” He eases me back slightly. “Through my boxers. You’re wet, and you’re covering me in it.”
Oh my god.
I look down between us despite not being able to see. “I’m so sor?—”
My voice trails off as his hand slips into the front of my lace. He cups me, and my mouth parts. Two fingers swipe through my pussy before settling at my opening.
“I already know you’ll taste as good as you look, Jovie.”
I clench my eyes tight. “No. Sorry, not no, just…call me something else.”
He stills. “What do you want me to call you?”
Anything. Anything but my sister’s name. What’s going to get me off? “Will you call me baby?”
He hesitates for a second too long, his hand slipping away from me.
I panic.I’m fucking this up.“Or Lissi?—”
His fingers still my bottom lip, two of them, both wet. “Shh.” He drags down then uses what feels like his thumb to smear the sticky spot out and across my mouth. I feel him near, his nose touching my cheek first, and then his warm wet tongue lashes out across the corner of my mouth, his lips closing around what’s left behind. “Mm,” he groans. “Yeah. I’ll call you baby.”
I let out the breath I’ve been holding, desperate to lean in and search out his mouth again.
He said no kissing, but what was that?
It wasn’t a kiss, but…
He stands and lifts me, and then I’m quickly placed down on a soft flat surface. It dips at my ankles, his body draping over mine. Lifting a hand, I place it on his chest, trailing down over each toned muscle on his stomach.
I trail lower until he tenses, his chest grumbling. “What do I call you?” I dip into his boxers and wrap my hand around him, squeezing.
“Charlie,” he croaks out, suddenly sounding a little vulnerable.
He’s sticking to the name then. Clearly not a brother or close relative. Seems I’ve got cop boy right where I want him. “Charlieboy,” I test, not wanting what everyone else gets and making it my own.
His cock twitches in my hand.
“Okay.” I grin. “You call me baby, and I’ll call you my Charlie boy.”
It twitches again.