by T. S. Snow
“Sorry, beautiful, I’m afraid that’s not an option. Either you tell me willingly, or I’ll make you tell me.”
I narrowed my eyes at his threat.
“How would you accomplish that?” I asked.
He grinned. “Easily.”
And with that, he moved in one fluid motion so he was straddling me on the bed, holding me prisoner, and he tickled me.
He. Tickled. Me.
The bastard!
I yelped and tried to get away, but fucking Andres was stronger than he looked. With my legs held hostage, all I could do was use my hands to stop him. I did just that while I squirmed, holding onto his arms and trying to forcefully pull them from my body.
“Are you going to tell me?” he asked.
So I showed him my tongue.
“I warned you,” Andres said, faking seriousness, before he twisted his arms to get free of my hold, picked up my hands, and put them over my head. He held onto them with one hand, while he used the other to tickle me again.
I laughed and squirmed and bucked, trying to get free or at least dislodge him, but it was no use.
He just kept tickling me over and over.
“Okay, fine!” I yelled, hoping that would stop him.
It didn’t.
“I give! Zombies! I dreamed about zombies!” I admitted, and that made Andres stop.
I took in deep breaths, trying to get some air in my lungs.
“And?” he pressed, and I swore I’d find a way to get revenge on him.
My time would come.
“And they were super gross, and Bast was controlling them using a joystick, and the whole thing was super weird.”
Andres’ eyes sparkled with amusement, and his grin only got bigger.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he mocked.
“Let me go,” I demanded, and still grinning, he released my hands and got up, sitting by my side instead of on top of me.
Fool.
I made it seem as if I was going to launch an attack at him, waited until Andres had time to brace himself with a grin…and jumped off the bed instead, running to the door as I laughed.
I’d fallen for the whole “I’ll let you go only to tickle you again once you try to attack me” trick with Bast once, so I was not falling for it with Andres too.
If mischief had a name, it would be his.
“You sneaky little thing,” Andres teased, jumping from the bed and running after me.
I’d just reached the bedroom door when his body collided against mine. He wrapped his arms around me, picked me up, and carried me back to bed.
We were both laughing by the time he threw me on the bed and lay on top of me.
“Didn’t think you would escape that easily, did you?” he asked, pinning my body to the bed while he held my arms hostage over my head yet again.
Except this time, instead of sitting on top of me, he was between my legs.
It was an…interesting position, that was for sure.
“Yeah, actually. I kinda did,” I admitted.
“Hmm, how should I punish you?” Andres asked, his voice turning husky.
“I can think of a few ways I can punish you, actually,” I suggested, my eyes zeroing in on his dimples.
Those damn dimples just did not play fair.
Andres thrust his hips forward, letting me feel how hard he was getting. Since I was just in my undies and he was just wearing boxers, I could really feel him. Then he lowered his head so his lips were inches from mine.
“How about we both call it even and I make it up to you by letting you come all over my tongue?”
Breathless from his suggestion, I nodded.
Andres pushed his weight off of mine, and I did the one thing I’d been wanting to do since I first saw him smile.
I licked his dimple.
Andres’ eyes widened, and he stared at me in shock.
“Did you really just…?”
I grinned at him. “You’re mine now.”
Those were the rules.
30
Andres
Hearing her call me hers had something stirring inside of me that I never thought I’d feel.
Char was lying on her back under me, her cheeks flushed from laughter, her silver eyes sparkling with mischief, and her pink hair spread over the pillow.
She looked so happy, so carefree.
The stirring in my chest every time I looked at her, every time I spent time with her, took root, growing into something different, something more.
“Char I…I think I’m in love with you,” I admitted in a whisper. I was afraid this was too much, too soon, but I’d never felt like this before and I needed her to know. I needed her to know she wasn’t just a pastime, that this wasn’t just a game to me.
Not anymore.
This…with her…
It was the real deal.
She was the real deal.
I always thought falling in love for real would be terrifying, but it wasn’t. It was as simple and felt as good as a glass of cold water in the thick of summer.
Char put her hand on my cheek and smiled softly.
“I think I might be in love with you too.”
The minute she said the words, she hooked her legs around me and applied pressure so I’d sort of fall on top of her, and then she kissed me.
I kissed her back, pouring everything I was feeling into that kiss. I wanted her to see how fucking happy her admission had made me. How fucking glad I was to have her in my life.
Char broke the kiss first and swung one of her legs over me while pushing me, so that we’d switch positions. She grinned from on top of me, her pussy pressing against my dick.
“Now shut up and let me defile you on my other boyfriend’s bed,” she joked.
I widened my eyes at her in fake innocence.
“Oh no! What if your husband gets home? He’s the chief of police!” I fake protested in a high-pitched voice.
Char moved on top of me so that her pussy slid right over my cock, and even through our clothes, we could both feel the friction.
“He is home. Don’t worry, babe, he’s sleeping on the couch. So as long as you’re very, very quiet, he won’t hear a thing,” she said.
Oh, my girl had a kinky side to her I quite liked.
I put my hands under her shirt, cupping her breasts under the material. “Hmm, then maybe you should make sure my mouth is always busy.”
Blushing, Char pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her bare for me to touch, for me to explore, and she leaned in to kiss me.
She was inches from my mouth when she murmured, “I guess I’ll have to do just that,” and then she kissed me.
Our tongues tangled against each other’s as I teased her nipple. I thrust my hips up to provoke Char, and she followed my lead, her movements extremely sexy as she rubbed herself on me through the fabric of our underwear, chasing her pleasure.
Hmmm…she could sit on my face and let me eat that delicious pussy of hers. That would make her feel even better.
I broke the kiss to suggest we do just that, but Char had other plans.
She kissed my jaw, then down to my neck, all the way to my chest. Then she went lower, pulling my underwear off with my help, and wrapped her lips around my cock.
“Char,” I hissed when, without warning, she deep throated me.
Fuck. I didn’t know she could do that.
“Shh,” she said after she released me from her mouth. “We have to keep quiet, remember?”
Then she went back to my dick, sucking on the tip and slowly taking more of me until I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat.
I put a hand on her hair to hold her and started to fuck her mouth slowly, trying not to hurt her.
Fuck, it felt so damn good.
I kept fucking her mouth until I thought I was going to burst, then I pulled her by the hair with just enough force for her to understand my meaning without actually hurting her.
“Char, I
’m going to come, and when I do, I want to do it inside of you. Come here,” I demanded, moving so we switched places and I was on top.
“Hey,” she protested when her back hit the mattress. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
I smiled at the sight of her pouting, her lips swollen from my dick. “And I haven’t even started with you, beautiful. It’s my turn now,” I teased, sliding a finger under her underwear and finding her soaking wet.
Char gasped. “Oh. Well, if you must, I guess.”
I grinned. “I must.”
I slowly kissed my way down her body, taking my time to give equal attention to each of her breasts as she squirmed underneath me. All the while, I kept finger fucking her with the same slow, tortuous pace she’d kept when she was sucking my dick.
Char tried to move faster so she could increase the pace of my finger, but I pulled it out instead.
“Andres,” she groaned in protest.
I released her nipple with a pop. “Shh, we have to be quiet, remember?”
“Fuck that, I’m done with the role-playing. I need you to give me more, dammit.”
I loved to see this sexually frustrated side of her.
“Tell me what you want. Describe it for me,” I demanded. She’d get what she wanted, but I wouldn’t make it that easy on her.
“I want you to make me come,” she replied.
“Tsk, tsk. Describe it in detail. How do you want me to make you come, gorgeous?” I asked again, keeping the maddening pace with my finger.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. Finger. Mouth. Dick. Just fuck me already,” she begged.
“What will it be, Char? Fingers, mouth, or dick?” Teasing her might be my new favorite pastime.
“Fingers!” she yelled, and I obliged. I added a second finger to the first and used my thumb to rub her clit.
“Yes!”
Char’s exclamation was punctuated by her thrusting her hips and riding my hand. Laughing, I kissed her and let her set the pace as I brought her to an orgasm.
Suddenly, her walls clenched around my fingers, her movement became jerky, and her breathing started to come out uneven.
“Come for me, Char,” I commanded, and watched her face as she came.
Char’s eyes were closed as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her mouth slightly parted in a silent moan.
She looked so fucking beautiful right now. I wanted to see her like this, lost to her pleasure every single day for the rest of my life.
I waited until I was sure she was done before I took my fingers out of her underwear. Char opened her stunning silver eyes, and I raised my hand to my mouth and sucked on the fingers I’d had inside of her, tasting her cream as she blushed.
Fucking delicious.
“Wait here,” I said, getting out of bed to grab the box of condoms I’d bought on the way.
I needed inside of her so damn bad.
“Where are you going?” she asked from the bed. “I thought we were going to…”
“Condoms,” I replied, sending her a wink.
“Oh, cool. Protection and all that.”
I watched as Char pulled her underwear off, leaving her engorged lips and glistening pussy completely bare for me to admire.
So. Incredibly. Hot.
I quickly opened the box of condoms, got one out, pulled off the wrapper, and rolled it on my cock, walking back towards her.
“I want you to ride me like you did before, but this time, I want you to face me. I want to watch you while I fuck you until you scream my name,” I told her, climbing on the bed and lying on my back.
Char had no objections, and she eagerly climbed on top of me, lined my cock with her cunt, and impaled herself on me.
So good.
I thrust my hips up, fucking her, and she moved with me, both of us testing the other until we found a rhythm that felt just right.
Char rode me with abandon, her tits bouncing with every move and just begging for my hands. So I cupped them in my palms and played with them, pinching her nipples until she screamed my name.
Char’s pace intensified as she bounced on top of me faster and faster the more pleasure she felt.
“Harder, Andres, I need it harder,” she panted out.
I pushed to a sitting position so I’d hit a different spot inside of her and was rewarded with a moan.
Then I put her nipple in my mouth and sucked, while I grabbed her hips and helped her move her body, impaling her over and over on my dick with everything I had.
Char’s walls clenched around my cock, and I came just as she screamed my name. Our movements became jerky as we rode the waves of our release, and then, spent, Char laid her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck.
“You ok?” I asked, after I managed to catch my breath.
“Yup,” Char replied, popping the P sound and snuggling closer.
Perfect. Everything about my Char was just perfect.
31
Charisma
The bad news was, I was turning into a nymphomaniac.
The good news was, neither of my boyfriends seemed to mind it one little bit.
So, as problems went, this one was a pretty mild one, in my humble opinion.
But then again, maybe my brain had short-circuited from orgasm overdose… Orgasdose? Overgasm? Anyway. Maybe my brain had gone poof from all of the orgasms I’d had today, and that would explain why Andres and I ended up having sex. Again. After he’d cleaned us both up and we’d taken a nap.
Andres was a bed hog.
That was the one strike against him. I’d woken up from the nap to find that I was barely hanging onto the bed. In fact, I was pretty damn sure the only reason I was still technically on the bed was the fact that Andres had his arm around my body, holding me. Also, my butt was on the bed, with a very hard thing poking against it, but half my body was not, in fact, in contact with the mattress.
I was honestly too scared to even breathe because I was pretty sure any movement might be what literally threw me over the edge, and I’d gone almost twenty-four full hours without serious injury. I did not want to end my winning streak with the mother of all embarrassing falls.
I’d know; I was an expert at the whole falling thing.
Somewhere in the room, my phone started ringing, and Andres stirred in his sleep. Not knowing what the fuck to do, I clung to his arm like a monkey, in the hopes that if he tried to change position, I’d still stay in bed.
“Char?” Andres asked, I could hear the confusion in his voice as he felt me gripping him like my life depended on it.
And it actually sort of did. Or at least the safety of my face.
“Don’t you dare fucking move,” I warned him. “If you want to move, you’re going to have to first use your big boy muscles and put me on the other side of the bed. I mean it, Andres. If you drop me, I’ll junk punch you so hard, you’ll no longer be able to use your dick.”
Andres started to laugh behind me, threatening my precarious hold, but he eventually moved me to the side of the bed that had enough space for two other people.
I glared at him. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Andres’ grin got even bigger. “You kept moving out of my hold, so I had to chase you. This is clearly on you for not snuggling me back.”
I sat up on the bed and narrowed my eyes at him. “One more word, Andres, and you’ll be banned to the couch for any future sleepovers.” I pointed a finger at him to let him know I was serious about my warning, then got out of bed to check my phone and figure out who was calling me…and the time, because I had completely lost track of it.
“Oh, c’mon. This isn’t fair! I can’t be held responsible for what sleeping-Andres does,” he said with a pout, and it was completely adorable.
Do not fall for it, Charisma Carter. He knows the effect he has on you. It’s totally a trap, I reminded myself.
Right. Yes. Must. Not. Fall. For. The. Adorable. Hottie.
Phone. Ringing.
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sp; Right.
Doing my best to ignore Andres, I found my phone in the back pocket of the jeans on the floor and picked it up, wincing when I saw the missed call had been from Christian. I also had about a gazillion unread texts from both my parents and some from an unknown number.
Uh-oh.
After picking up a shirt from the floor to cover myself—based on the size of it and the fact it was on the floor and not neatly folded on the chair by the door, I assumed it was Andres’—I called the boss back.
“Carter, what have I told you about picking up your phone?” He answered on the first ring, and his booming voice rang inside my ears.
Nothing said wakey-wakey like hearing Christian’s voice right after waking up.
In fact, if I were being honest, half the time, I was woken up by his calls.
“Sorry, boss. Couldn’t reach my phone in time. What’s up?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Andres stretched, showing me a delicious view of his naked body. I wanted to go to him and lick him.
Not even have sex. I was pretty sure my vagina couldn’t handle any more of it for the day, maybe the week, but boy, I really wanted to just lick him and take a bite out of his abs.
For…science.
“Carter!” Christian boomed, and I blinked out of the man meat trance I’d fallen under.
“Right. Sorry. Yes. I’m here. Totally focused. Not distracted at all. What’s up?”
Andres laughed from the bed, getting up, and I just knew the fucker was doing it on purpose.
So I turned my back on him before he could distract me any further.
“Carter, there’s been a situation, and I’m going to need you to come to AMIA. I’ll send a car to pick you up, just make sure to be ready. And answer your fucking phone the next time I call,” he commanded, and I could hear his frustration from all the way over the phone.
“What is it, sir?” I asked, falling into my role for once in my life.
Andres’ body pressed against mine, and his hands roamed over my body, making me jump and bat his hands away from me.
Goddammit, I was trying to be professional here.
Andres bit my earlobe, and I had to physically stop myself from moaning.