Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

I shift scooting lower on the sofa. My ass rasping bare against the leather. Charlie maneuvers us. One leg resumes its lift over his hips opening me up to let his sheathed dick bounce against me. The other barely makes it to the floor, my toes pressing down to lift me up against him.

“You are so beautiful.” Charlie starts to hum the hook from the song he wrote for me as he slides his dick inside me stretching my lips around his shaft. I’m wet enough it doesn’t hurt but unfamiliar enough that it stills burns as if it’s the first time. Foreplay has nothing on Charlie. His head in the crook of my neck when he pumps shallow thrusts into me. I’m pinned to the sofa underneath him and while it feels okay, I’m claustrophobic like this.

“Charlie, move.” I push and he thrusts.

“No, I mean…” I don’t know what I mean.

“Addy, what you need?” His hips swivel and I nearly see stars. That. That’s exactly what I need more of.

“I want to be on top,” I tell him waiting for the rejection or to be told I’m a silly inexperienced girl.

Instead, I get smartass, Charlie.

“Oh. Do you now?”

I force myself to sound confident rolling my eyes, “yeah.”

“You sure you can handle it?”

I pinch his nipple.

“Move.”

He lifts up enough to rotate keeping himself impaled inside me but giving me what I want. Control. It’s a heady feeling like flying an airplane or what I imagine one might be like. Airplanes aren’t exactly in my wheelhouse.

“Put your knee like… yeah… you got it, Addy.” Charlie leans back watching my every move. His hands cover my tits rubbing the nipples and holding me up for support. It’s a position I think I could get used to.

I lift up and lower myself back down riding him in a slow canter. His hips raise up greedy for more and I speed up rocking the motion and easing down to grind over him.

“Easy girl.” His hands leave my breasts heavily aroused to rest on my hips guiding me into the motion he likes, and give me equal amounts of pleasure on every move. It’s blissful and I feel my legs become languid as my inner muscles work in tandem to hold tight to the impending orgasm.

My core tightens like a coil tighter and tighter until it has nowhere left to go. The force of winding it up so tight is what lets it unravel in a spinning dizzy spiral until I’m left heaving and spent falling forward over Charlie’s chest. He raises his hips up in jerky thrusts. I’ve gotten my share, it’s time for him to unravel the same. He shouts loudly and I wonder if he has neighbors who can hear his sexcapades because my jealousy runs rampant even though I’m fully sated. I can’t help it and I bite my lip to stop myself from saying or doing anything that would be construed as needy or borderline stage five clinger.

I rest my head against his chest that hasn’t stopped thrumming, same as mine. He kisses my forehead and resumes humming the melody for me. It’s sweet, divine, and I realize how foolish I’m being because this man just poured his soul into a song written solely and specifically for me. Maybe I can cling just a little bit.

My rapid heart calms and like a sleepy kitten, I claw my fingers into his pectoral muscles staking my claim. I think I might love this man.

After a while, we get dressed and ready to go. I’m hungry again and hope I can talk him into some take out on the way home.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Charlie

Ada is beautiful. The word love comes to mind more than once as I watch her get dressed.

“Stop watching me. You have to get dressed too.” She giggles and covers herself with her hands.

“Don’t cover yourself, you’re beautiful. We can just stay here.”

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

“No, we can’t. I’m hungry and I want to sleep in my bed tonight. It’s going to be so much more comfortable than that couch.

She has a point there. Reluctantly I get up and get dressed. I lock up like I always do and we head out the door to the car.

Ada has convinced me we shouldn’t be afraid to go to the studio. She thinks Jimmy would be stupid to do what he did to us again in the same place. I’m not so sure bec

ause I can see the guy has a screw loose.

She stops me when we get into the parking lot and kisses me. I’m happy to return the kiss and wrap my arms around her waist. The night is quiet, there aren’t any cars driving by, but I hear a noise in the parking lot. She hears it too and jumps back alarmed.