by Jess Dee
And he wanted inside her.
How could he not? Being inside her was the best part of every week. And after visiting her last night he’d feared he might never have the opportunity to be inside her again. Sarah had been seriously interested in Saint Sebastian. So much so, Charlie had hated him without ever laying eyes on the guy.
Shit, Charlie had it bad for Sarah. Really, really bad.
He stepped back from her greedy mouth, grimacing with the effort it took to draw away, and almost changed his mind when her moan of protest echoed through his ears.
“Hush, beautiful. I’m not going far.”
Just as far as onto the couch, on his knees, straddling her chest. She wriggled down and grinned feverishly as he offered her his dick, her green gaze glued to his swollen shaft.
“Suck it, Sar. I wanna see those pink lips swallow me down.”
And then her hands were on his ass, pushing him forward, closer to her mouth. She didn’t bother with niceties. Didn’t stop to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock as she sometimes did. Didn’t lick him from root to tip, which she knew blew his mind. She just parted her lips, tilted her head, and swallowed him, like he’d ask.
“Ah, fuck.” Forget blowing his mind, he about blew his load the second his cockhead touched the back of her throat.
He had no idea how she did that, how she managed not to choke, but Christ, he was grateful. Grateful and desperate. He had to scrunch his eyes shut and concentrate intensely on not coming. Had to bite down on his cheek hard enough to cause pain, dig his nails into the soft leather of the couch and clench his jaw. His free hand almost crushed the condom, and he made a concerted effort to relax his fingers.
That condom was going to be used. No point destroying it now—no matter how damn good her mouth felt. No matter how incredibly sensual she looked, bobbing her head up and down his dick.
“Sure you don’t wanna marry me, Sar?”
She let him slide from her mouth slowly and gave a low, raspy laugh that reverberated all the way down his spine. “Let me know when marriage moves to the top of your list. Maybe I’ll reconsider then.”
And there it was. The sensational slide of her tongue from the root of his cock to the tip. He had to catch his breath before he could explain. “I’m not just asking because of the Brazilian, you know.”
“I know. It’s because—according to you—I give the best damn head this side of the equator.” She licked him again.
“Both sides of the equator,” he corrected. In truth, the Brazilian and the blow jobs had nothing to do with the real reason he now joked about marriage. Nothing at all. Although they were both an undeniable bonus. “Think you’d ever have given Sebastian a blow job as good as this one?”
“I’ll never know.” She shrugged and swirled that wicked tongue around his cockhead. Beads of pre-come leaked from his shaft, and she moaned softly as she tasted them.
Chills raced up his spine. “Think he tastes as good as I do?” Charlie knew she loved the taste of his cock. She told him as much often.
“No one tastes as good as you.” And to prove her point she swallowed him whole again, feasting on him.
Now that the urgency had passed, Charlie gave himself over to the feel of her lips around him, to her velvety cheeks stroking his shaft, to the wet heat of her mouth and the tantalizing tease of her tongue. He let one hand sift through her soft curls, the long, red strands a gentle caress over his fingers. He tucked the condom beside him and leaned back, so he could use his other hand to play with the thin strip hair on her mound, so fine it almost didn’t exist.
Then he tickled the bare skin surrounding the strip, and Sarah sighed around his dick.
“Sensitive?” he whispered.
“Mmm.”
So he wasn’t the only one loving her new look.
He let his hand trail down over her hair-free pussy lips, a finger on each side of her cunt, slipping through the smooth, wet folds.
She twisted her hips, bucking beneath him, and her mouth suctioned harder.
Fuck, she felt good. He had nothing against pubic hair. Nothing at all. Especially Sarah’s red pubic hair. But almost free of it, with her cunt all silky and slick, the urge to play with her was stronger than ever.
She was wetter than he expected.
Definitely more sensitive.
He took advantage, skimming his fingers through her folds, softly, gently, never applying too much pressure, never penetrating her.
She twisted harder, moaned louder, and cream dripped from her cunt, sliding down towards her ass. He’d have taken advantage, but in this position there’d be no way he could reach her puckered hole. Not without pulling away from her mouth—and he wasn’t ready for that just yet. Not when she’d started that whole licking from root to tip thing again.
“Sebastian’s an idiot,” he told her. “What kind of moron chooses another woman over you?”
Sarah sighed heavily, and warm air tickled his dick.
“The kind I really liked.” Another long lick.
Charlie shuddered, partly because her tongue felt like a little piece of heaven, but more because he hated the fact she really liked any other guy.
“He wasn’t good enough for you.”
“Or maybe I wasn’t good enough for him.” She swirled her tongue around his cockhead.
Charlie froze. “Pardon me?”
Sarah dropped her head back on the couch arm with another long sigh. “I said maybe I wasn’t good enough for him.”
Red-hot fury slammed into him. “Do not ever let me hear you say that again, you got it?” He’d gritted his teeth together, making it hard to talk, but fuck, the fact she could undermine herself like that made him want to punch something. Someone. Saint Sebastian.
She looked up at him and there, in the extraordinary depths of her green eyes, was a hurt so transparent Charlie’s heart ached for her.
Sarah brought a hand up and stroked his balls. “It’s not that I’m not good enough for him exactly, it’s that, well, it sometimes feels I’m not good enough for anyone.”
Jesus, she was killing him. Seriously, cutting him up into little pieces. “You can’t honestly believe that, Sar. You’ve got to know you’re the most beautiful, sexiest woman alive.” With a PhD in human genetics, she wasn’t just beautiful, she was a fucking genius. “You bring me to my knees with just a look. Make my day brighter with just a smile. There’s not a man out there who wouldn’t give his right arm to have you at his side.” And if there was, well, the man must either be blind, deaf and dumb or just a dumb fuck like Saint Sebastian.
“Char?” She shifted beneath him.
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“Can you please fuck me now?”
The groan he emitted could not have been suppressed. “You bet I can.” He passed her the condom, watching as she took it, her beautiful skin pale against his tanned arm. “Put it on me.”
She obliged with shaky hands. Her cunt dripped beneath his fingers. As crappy as she might be feeling about herself, his words certainly seemed to have boosted her arousal, which suited him just fine.
“The conversation isn’t over, you know?” Not a chance in hell would she leave his place believing she wasn’t good enough.
She rolled the condom over his shaft. “Put your dick inside me, and we can carry on talking.”
Charlie inched down her body until he knelt between her knees. She spread her legs, wrapping her toned, shapely thighs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Now.”
As if he could ever resist when Sarah was ready. Could ever think clearly enough to put off fucking her. He had an idea, knew it was a good one, but couldn’t focus on it when she waited this impatiently.
Charlie positioned himself and with one roll of his hips plunged into her soaking depths.
“Fu-uck.” Goddamn, she felt amazing. Blow-his-load-in-less-than-a-minute amazing.
Sarah was moving the second he thrust. Twisting her hips, pulling him in deeper, then
pulling back, almost releasing his shaft, only to envelop him once again.
A bead of perspiration slid down his spine.
“No one rides me like you do, Sar.” Maybe because he’d given up on other women, hadn’t slept with anyone besides Sarah in months, but more likely because he was head over heels in love with the woman.
“No one fucks me like you do, Char.” She reached blindly for his head and pulled it down until his lips met hers.
For a long while Charlie was incapable of speech. When her tongue met his he lost all ability to make rational conversation. He could only relish the taste of the woman beneath him. Relish the woman wrapped around him. The woman of his fantasies and dreams. The woman he loved.
For a heartbeat he considered telling her. Considered confessing his marriage proposals had not been made in jest.
But just as quickly he nixed the idea.
He could never let Sarah see him as more than a booty call, couldn’t let her think of him a serious long-term prospect. He was the wrong guy for her. She needed a brain like herself, a professional with six degrees behind his name. Someone who would help further her academic career.
A full-time surfer, incapable of differentiating between a degree and a diploma, who hadn’t finished high school, would never be right for her.
It wasn’t that she was a snob. Far from it. But she had aspirations to become a professor one day, and he’d overheard her parents speaking in the lobby of their building shortly after meeting her. Overheard them saying that she needed to find someone of her intellectual standing, someone her department would approve of. Someone who would be an equal in every way and aid her in achieving all her goals.
Charlie was not that person. Hell, he still struggled with the idea that cells contained genes. How the heck could something so small hold enough shit to determine every detail about a person?
A surf instructor would never cut it in Sarah’s life. A fantastic fuck once or twice a week was a definite yes. Anything more? Nope. No matter how many hours they’d spent in bed—or out of it—doing incredible things to each other’s bodies, they’d never done any more than that. Never been for a coffee together. Never seen a movie or enjoyed a meal together. Hell, they’d never even spent the night together.
Because once the deed was done—or deeds, as was mostly the case—their lives continued as they always did. Separately.
Charlie ensured he never asked for more, and thankfully, it appeared that for Sarah, sex for the sake of sex was enough.
For Charlie sex for the sake of sex would never be enough. He wanted the world with her. But since the sex was nothing less than sensational, he reckoned he could live with it within the boundaries he’d forced himself to draw.
What he couldn’t live with, however, was Sarah doubting her own worth.
Chapter Two
There were times—like now, for instance—when Sarah thought she needed nothing more than Charlie’s body entwined with hers. Charlie’s mouth on her mouth and his cock embedded inside her. Times when she believed she could spend the rest of her days wrapped in his embrace.
In his arms, she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. While they were together he made her feel cherished. Which probably explained why she kept coming back for more.
Oh, she was hurting now. Make no mistake. She really had liked Sebastian. Believed almost immediately that given the time, the two of them could have had something good together. His cutting things off so quickly had been a sharp slap in the face. It had instantly brought up feelings of self-doubt and made her feel uncomfortable with herself.
There were two places Sarah unfailingly felt confident. One was at work and the other was with Charlie. Work was her domain, her passion. She never faltered in her objectives, never questioned herself or her goals. She knew what she wanted and had established a clear path to achieve it.
Charlie was a passion too. Maybe even a physical obsession. Whenever she was with him, she felt happy, felt okay with herself. She also felt ridiculously horny and insatiably aroused.
It was when she was around other men that she began to doubt herself. Began to doubt she could hold their attention or keep their interest. And the string of failed relationships that preceded Sebastian only reinforced that.
Which was probably why she’d headed straight to Charlie’s place after seeing Sebastian. She’d known he would ease the sting of rejection.
And ease it he did, just like he eased the burn in her belly. The burn that spread through her like wildfire the second he touched her. Because for all the almost-relationships she’d had, not one of those guys ever made her feel like Charlie did.
He thrust into her again, and she squeezed her inner muscles tight, trapping him.
Charlie stilled, as though sensing her need to hold him there. She was close. She was always close to orgasm by the time Charlie fucked her—he had a knack of working her up just right—but tonight she was closer than usual. She’d almost come with his first thrust. Had fought off the urge only because she craved the intimacy, needed this time with him.
She gave a moan of objection when he broke the kiss, depriving her of his delicious tongue and lips, of the heat of his mouth. His answering groan told her he was as reluctant to draw away as she was to let him go.
“’Kay, Sar…” His breath was ragged, his cheeks flushed. “I’m inside you, harder than a fucking lead pipe and more excited than a teenaged kid.” He panted, as though speech was difficult. “Can you still… Ungh.”
He scrunched his eyes shut and screwed up his nose as she squeezed his cock. How could she not? His words made her inner walls clamp down in excitement.
His reaction almost made her purr. A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts and his chest.
“C-can you still tell me you doubt your own worth?”
Ah, true to his word, Charlie hadn’t let the conversation go.
Sarah sighed, partly from frustration, partly because Charlie felt so damn amazing inside her and partly because she hated the question. “You make me feel like a million dollars, Char. You always have. But…but you don’t count.”
Charlie jerked his head as though she’d slapped him. “Gee, thanks. Just what every guy buried in his lover’s body wants to hear.”
“No, wait,” she gasped. “That’s not what I meant.”
He did wait. In fact, that was all he did. Held dead still, not doing anything else. Not moving, not looking at her, not even talking. And Charlie liked to talk during sex, about anything and everything. Which made his silence echo like thunder.
Sarah scrambled to explain. “I mean I could never doubt that you think I’m good enough. It’s like I said, you always make me feel like a million dollars whenever we do this. But things are different with you. We’re about sex, that’s it. It’s like I don’t need to prove anything to you, ever. Don’t need to make a good impression.”
He nodded his agreement, but the tension didn’t leave his body. He wouldn’t look at her.
Frustration rippled through her. “Shit, I’m not saying this right. Look, this isn’t about you. It’s about me and how socially inept I am.”
That got a response from him. He turned his head to glare at her. “Socially inept? What the fuck?”
“I am. Seriously, Char, I’m an academic geek.” Yeah, as if she needed to tell him that. He called her “Geek Girl” affectionately.
Sarah rolled her hips. Enough with the keeping still business. She needed him to move. Needed him to fuck her. His response was instantaneous. Charlie pulled out and surged back in.
That was all it took to start a new rhythm, and as Charlie made delicious love to her, Sarah continued her explanation. “I love burying my head in my books or… Oh, God! That’s good! Do it again.”
Charlie did, and it took a few seconds for Sarah to remember what she’d been saying. “Or…or cooking up a research project for my students.” She shut her eyes, loving the pressure in her pussy every time he surged i
nto her and the pleasure every time he pulled out. “I can talk molecular genetics ’til the cows come home. Just the mention of DNA and RNA and enzymes gets me excited.” Not as excited as Charlie got her, mind you. “But regular conversation is beyond me. I can’t discuss the weather or rugby or latest fashion trends without boring myself to tears. I can only imagine how men perceive me.” No wonder Sebastian had chosen his friend over her.
“First off, you can discuss anything with me—and you have—without once boring me. And secondly, they’d perceive you as I do. A sensual woman with a brilliant mind.”
“You’re biased.”
“I’m not, and I bet I can prove it.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, how?”
“Apart from that piece of paper you have hanging on your wall, telling the world you’ve earned your PhD in human molecular genetics, you mean?”
She couldn’t help the sense of pride that crept into her. “Yep, Surfer Dude, apart from that.”
Again, Charlie stilled, and Sarah nearly growled in frustration.
“I bet you I could find three men who would not only think you’re gorgeous, sensual, brilliant and interesting, but would all love you as much as I do.”
Sarah grinned at him. “You love me?” Yeah, right, as if Charlie would ever love her. Love was connected to commitment and commitment was not his style.
“You’re twisting my words, Geek Girl…and avoiding the bet in the process.”
“You’re frustrating the hell out of me by not moving that beautiful cock of yours.” She tried to rock beneath him, but he shifted slightly, pinning her in place, making it impossible to rock her pussy over his cock.
“Fine, I’ll move if you take the bet.”
“Seriously?” She stared into his gorgeous blue eyes, got lost in their startling color. “You want to turn this into a bet?”
