Page 36 of Ghost of Ex-mas Past
Reaching up, I undo the top button on Charlie’s oxford. I work my way down, pulling the tail out of his pants, and then run my hands up Charlie’s chest. We’re kissing again, and I twist us so that Charlie’s on his back.
He stretches an arm over his head, watching me with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling in eager anticipation.
“Tell me if I go too hard,” I whisper right into his pec before I bite down.
His breath catches and he shifts before murmuring, “Harder.”
I do, and he sucks in a hiss, his hips lifting off the bed. Before I can react, he’s breaking the connection and reaching down, tugging my dress over my head until I protest and tell him there’s a side zipper. Once my dress is off, Charlie flips us and slides his body down mine, kissing and licking as he goes. He digs beneath me to unhook my bra and nips and sucks my nipples until they’re stiff and achy.
Charlie runs a finger down my thong and I stifle a groan when the gentle touch runs over my clit.
He takes his mouth off my right breast with a pop. “Do you still prefer fingers over mouth?”
I look at him in the dark. He told me what he wants, and I should be honest with him even if it hurts his pride. He said he’s more skilled now, but...
“No,” I say. “I get off better with oral now.”
He comes up and kisses me hard. “Good.”
I smile as he moves down, until his fingers push my thong aside and his mouth covers me, and then I gasp.
Charlie isintoit. He works his tongue over me, tasting me and playing with me, eliciting quiet gasps and twitches. I reach down and grip his hair, tugging him closer and silently begging for him to make me come. He sucks on me hard, rolling my clit between his lips until my thighs clamp around his head and I come in long, glorious waves against his mouth.
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Bea quivered—fuckingquivered—when she came, her feet twitching against my back and her thighs trembling against my ears when she clenched. I’m replaying the feeling over and over again in my mind while she’s coming down from her orgasm, and I fucking want to make her do it again.
My dick is so hard through my pants and my lower half is hanging off the edge of the bed, toes digging into the carpet to give me traction. The sheet beneath Bea’s ass is damp, as is my face and her thighs. It smells so fucking good.
“Charlie?” Bea murmurs, and I lift my head. “Do I get to ask the condom question now?”
I laugh and press a kiss to her thigh.Soon, I promise her pussy,I’ll get to do that again.
For now, though, I push to my feet and wipe my mouth on the placket of my shirt. “It’s in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
She hums, and it takes me a minute to tear away from the sight of Bea blissed out on my bed. I tiptoe across the hallway to the bathroom and dig around in my dopp kit until I find the condoms I have stashed in there.
On my way back across the hall, I hear a noise from downstairs—the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. I still, listening, until it comes again.
Shit.
I put the condom in my pocket and creep down the stairs. The light’s on in the hall bathroom, and pushing the door open reveals Kayla and Jasper, who look up from the bathroom floor. Kayla’s hugging the toilet bowl, her hair in a greasy bun, and Jasper sits next to her, rubbing her back.
“Hey,” I say.
Jasper grimaces, and Kayla just hangs on to the toilet.
“Did we wake you?” he asks.
I shake my head and crouch down to their level. “I was still up. You need anything?”
Kayla spits into the toilet. “No.” She sounds miserable, and I feel for her.
“I guess morning sickness is a misnomer?”
Kayla gasps and whips her head to glare at Jasper. “Youtold him?”
