Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

He moves his mouth up my inner thigh pushing my dress up to my stomach. My hands are fumbling and I'm suddenly aware of how exposed I am sitting on my couch with the lights on in the living room. He is going to be able to see everything.

I’m thankful for so many things at this moment; the fact that I actually shaved everywhere and I chose to wear the sexy panties instead of the granny ones. My legs shake.

I want to stand up and shut the lights off or at least ask him to do it, but his mouth distracts me from saying anything that would stop him.

My pulse quickens even more and I fight the urge to close my thighs as his mouth reaches the very inner thigh. There is a twinge where I nicked myself but I’m distracted immediately. His nose bumps me and traces a path downward as if he’s breathing me in before he tastes. One more small movement and he'll be in the middle of my heat. I feel him push my panties to the side.

Despite my embarrassment, I want him there. My body has a completely different plan from my brain and I moan deeply as he moves to cover my core with a stream of warm air. The heat of his breath warms me and at the same time, it causes me to shiver.

My hips move my body forward and he sticks out his tongue licking my folds, curling between, and sending the best sensation I've ever felt rocketing through my body. A delightful shiver tickles my limbs and cramps my stomach low with unexpected need. As I think about his tongue, his fingers making their way to my lips, and the thick ridge still hidden in his pants hot and waiting.

"Oh my," I’m overcome with sensory overload and he chuckles against me causing another sensation with the vibration. My legs shudder and twitch as he rolls his tongue over me in slow sensual strokes. I gasp and clutch the edge of the couch, my hips trying to arch away from his mouth.

“Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.” Charlie mumbles from between my thighs. Part of me knows I should be embarrassed by letting someone this close to my most intimate parts, but the other part of me delights in the amazing feeling of his tongue flicking the nub of my desire. I gasp and a whimper of pure pleasure slips through my lips.

My body tenses and he chuckles again. The vibrations only serve to intensify the sensations. “Trust me!” he growls as his hands tighten around my thighs, and he pulls me tighter against his mouth. I nod. Or, at least I think I do.

I let my head flop back on the couch cushion and revel in the feeling of his tongue curling around me. I fantasize about being in a big bed with silky sheets with each lick of his tongue. A fireplace crackles and the sparks mimic the shots of desire rocking my body. His hands grapple my thighs pushing them wider, fingers pinching. It feels so good that I don’t care about the couch getting wet, the fingerprints I’ll have tomorrow morning between my legs, or the lights above.

A hand travels under my dress covering my tender globes. “Feels so good, Charlie.” My hand covers his and we both cup my breasts, his rubbing the nipple hard under cotton and lace, mine guiding him.

“You taste tart and sweet.” He licks me in a long stroke and I moan uncaring who might hear me vocalize my desire. If Charlie did this for the next hour, I’d die a happy virgin. But I didn’t want to be virgin anymore.

“More, Charlie. I want more,” I urge him to keep going.

He pulls away faster than I can stop him and he’s fumbling with his pants and the movement cools the heat of his breath against me. The fantasy is ripped away and doubt clouds my near orgasm fueled confidence.

The reservations I ignored are back and looming before me.

“Ada?” Charlie is moving on top of me, covering me, but questioning me all the same.

What the heck am I doing?

“Stop. Please.” I push gently and then harder.

“Yeah, okay.” Charlie backs off completely as if I’ve burned him with my icy frost looking as confused as I feel.

“I, I don’t know what I’m doing.” I push him away and rush on unsteady legs to the bathroom. I don’t stop until I lock the door and sag against it. My breath comes out in loud pants as I squeeze my eyes shut.

This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, now I have to hide in my bathroom forever. Too bad I left my phone in the living room or I’d call Lila and ask for help. I’m the definition of a tease, I’ve been called that before. Should I just wait until he leaves, what’s he doing out there?

Chapter Eight: Charlie

I sit on Addy’s couch by myself with a raging hard-on wondering what the hell just happened. Had she been pretending she wanted me for some reason? What had gone wrong? She said she wanted more and then ran away.

Now I’m faced with making a decision. What do I do? We still have to go out to dinner, we still have to talk about a career together. Great, I’ve gone and messed this whole thing up within a few minutes because of my stupid sexual fantasies about Ada Springfield. It could have just cost myself my whole career.

Maybe I can fix this. I walk over to the bathroom and sit down on the floor leaning my back against the wall.

“Addy,” I say and lightly knock. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, you don’t have to stay. Really, it’s okay if you leave Charlie, I’m sorry I’m such a freak.”

“You said you didn’t know what you were doing,” I say tentatively, “did you mean you’re still uhm, untouched.” Saying the word virgin to a twenty-four-year-old woman seems ridiculous to me, but I know it’s not out of the realm of possibility.

It’s just she is so sexy I don’t know how nobody has gotten into her pants yet. The thought that I was almost the first person to go where nobody had been before makes me horny all over again.

The door opens and she walks out. “Of course, not Charlie. I just got out of a serious relationship and I’m not sure I’m ready for what was about to happen.”