A husky morning voice slurred, “S’alright,”
The silk of her blue nightgown was butter soft under his hand, but not what he wanted to touch. Matthew wanted the velvet of Charlotte’s skin. Running his palm from her hip he slipped under the fabric and sought out flesh, his arousal growing prominent. She’d missed him, proving it when slender fingers skimmed low to pull at the drawstring of his pants.
Charlie reached in to stroke the part of him that brought her such satisfaction, his sharp intake of breath a sign she was doing something right. Their first night together she hadn’t been free to touch him as she was now—he had been entirely too wrapped up in touching her to give her the chance. Skimming her hand from the root of his member, up the girth that pulsed in her fist, she squeezed a little tighter, paying extra attention to the crown. Matthew couldn’t help but pump into her fist. “Charlotte...”
She tugged at his pants, pulling that beautiful cock free, then quickly swooped down. Her lips brushed the swollen tip, her tongue darting out to taste the little slit on top. Before he could respond or think to speak, her mouth took him in, warm wet lips enveloping the length of his cock.
His hands tangled in her hair, Matthew groaning and thrusting just a little deeper into that velvet mouth. Charlie had heard stories over the years of men describing sucking cock—jokes and a few tricks some whore had performed for an extra dollar. She employed what she remembered, and when his hands began to set a pace, she smiled around his shaft. Her fingers played, stroking and exploring the tightening sack at the base. Her tongue played, sometimes running up and down, sometimes circling in her suction—Matthew making quite a racket, grunting and groaning each time she tried something new.
Charlie loved it.
He was breathless, looking down at her with desperate eyes. “Charlotte, darlin’, you gotta stop.” Seeing her looking him dead in the eye, lips curled in a smile around the head of his cock, made his balls constrict, the urge to let go building at the base of his spine to the point he warned, “If you keep goin’ at it, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Good, I want to know what you taste like.” Her mouth took him so deep he hit the back of her throat, so deep he could feel her swallow.
That was his undoing. Welling pressure rose until he couldn’t hold it back. Over and over, he spurt, gushing right on her teasing tongue, groaning as she sucked. When she kept going, swallowing all he spilled, licking him clean, his eyes just about popped out of his skull. Drained of seed, he pulled her up and stared in fascination at her swollen, pink mouth, watching Charlotte lick her lips with no shame.
“Did I do good?” she asked, seeing his eyes go wide.
All he could do was gape, nod stupidly and grunt. After a few heartbeats, his gaze darkened. “Who the hel
l taught you to do that?”
Snickering, she rested against his chest. “Boys like to talk. That particular act seemed to be one of the more common subjects. I have heard it described in detail about a thousand times… Probably not something a decent woman would do.” She grew apprehensive. “If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again.”
“I like it just fine,” Matthew quickly interjected, enthusiastic as he patted her back.
She’d never heard him so fervent, and had to giggle.
Toying with the fabric of his nightshirt, resting happily against him, it wasn’t long before Charlie heard the snores.
Matthew was knocked out, smirking in sleep.
“Well, I’ll be damned…”
Slinking away, a bit proud, she tried to think back on other naughty interludes the boys had bragged about, hoping Matthew might like them as much as he had her mouth on his pecker.
As she was coming down the stairs, Eli and Nathaniel stepped inside looking for breakfast. Feeling rather confident, Charlie pulled on the apron and offered to test her skills.
Eli looked around and saw his cousin was not in his office, “Where’s Matthew?”
Charlie shrugged. “Haven’t the slightest. Maybe he went to town.”
There was three inches of snow outside the door and the truck was clearly parked out back. Nathaniel gave her a smirk but said nothing.
Charlie began to crack eggs into a bowl, asking, “What do you boys do when weather gets bad?”
As if in answer, Nathaniel opened his coat and pulled out a jar, setting her to laughing. “Well, if you’re getting soused, then I’m afraid you can’t join me.”
He shot her a smirk and took another sip. “What you got planned, gonna sit and look at snow?”
Charlie grinned, devilish and eager. “I’m going hunting.”
Nathaniel just yawned. “That would explain the trousers.”
Boots sounded on the stairs. With bright eyes under the perpetual scowl, Matthew joined them. Distracted by Charlotte’s pert backside in men’s pants, he failed to hear Eli mock him for growing sluggard.
“It ain’t like you to sleep in, Matthew,” Eli declared around a mouthful of eggs. “You sick?”