by Cora Black
Meanwhile, his hard cock throbbed against her upper thigh. Charlotte didn’t know if she was imagining things, but she felt like she could feel his heartbeat through his cock, pounding insistently on her flesh. And she wanted more of it.
Charlotte tried to reach down to grab Ben’s cock, but he stopped her hand before it could get there and moved it above her head, pinning it to the bed. She moaned quietly into Ben’s mouth, breathing more and more brokenly as his hand slipped over her cunt faster. “You want it?” Ben asked again, thrusting his cock against her leg.
“So bad,” Charlotte moaned, biting at his jaw. She loved taking his bone in between her teeth, sucking hard. She felt so close to him, like their very heartbeats were matched up, like their blood was becoming one.
“You deserve it,” Ben said again. “You deserve it so much, baby.”
“Then fucking give it to me. I’m a good girl. I’ve waited,” Charlotte said in response, jerking her hips up again to get more of his cock on her skin. She could feel him leaking from his tip. God, he really wants me, she thought, grinning to herself.
“Yeah, you’re good. You’re my good little girl,” Ben said, finally aligning his cock with her cunt but still hovering outside of her hole. His fingers still lingered over her clit, lightly pushing it up and down.
Charlotte pushed her hips forward, taking the tip of Ben’s dick inside of her cunt. “Oh, oh, unnnh,” she moaned, rocking her head back onto the pillow.
Ben leaned forward to lick her neck, going up the side of her face and biting lightly on her ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” Ben whispered, pulling on her earlobe until she squealed under her breath.
“I am?” Charlotte asked breathlessly, clenching and unclenching her cunt around the top of his cock and feeling herself leak even more.
“So tight,” Ben answered, moving to suck at Charlotte’s lips, pulling them gently but firmly between his teeth. “Such a perfect fit for my cock. It’s like you were made for me.”
Charlotte hitched her hips down to take another centimeter of Ben’s cock in. “I… I just wanna be good for you. I wanna make you feel good.”
Ben growled and reached one hand down to grab the underside of Charlotte’s ass, his nails digging into her skin. “You’re mine, baby. You’re mine.”
She nodded furiously, kissing him hard, her tongue digging into his mouth to taste him as much as possible. “I’m yours, darling. Please. That’s all I want.” As if to reward her, Ben moved forward, pushing his dick further inside, rotating his hips in a circle to hit all the special spots inside of her cunt.
“Go deeper, baby, please. I need it,” Charlotte grunted out.
Ben muttered something, but Charlotte couldn’t make it out. In any case, he thrusted his hips forward and sunk another inch of his cock inside of her. Charlotte reached down to rub at Ben’s shoulders in a wordless demonstration of gratitude, her fingers slipping over his sweat. But for a minute Ben just held still, panting hard above her. Even just halfway in, Ben’s cock felt so big, spreading her apart, making her little hole stretch wider and wider. But she knew she could take more. “Can I… Can I have it deeper, baby?” she asked in a low, innocent tone.
“In a second, I just—” Ben shook his head, cutting himself off.
“What is it?” Charlotte asked, using her free hand to cup the side of Ben’s face and make him look her directly in the eyes.
“I wanna feel you. I want it… I want it to last,” Ben said in an almost-whisper.
“I know what you mean,” Charlotte whispered back, stretching her head up to lightly kiss Ben on the lips. “I don’t want this to ever end.”
Ben pushed forward then, sinking another few inches of his cock inside of her. “Oh, oh, uhh,” Charlotte gasped in response before adjusting her legs to wrap more securely around Ben’s waist. She kept slipping off from their combined sweat, but when she moved to a different angle she moaned out again, feeling Ben’s cock brush up against a little spot inside of her that set off sparks behind her eyes. “That’s… fucking good,” she muttered under her breath, hitching her hips up to encourage Ben’s cock in deeper, trying to get him to hit that spot again. “That… that… that’s good, baby.”
“Yeah? You like that? You like my cock inside of you?” Ben whispered, leaning forward until he was buried to the hilt. Charlotte nodded furiously, moaning brokenly as Ben adjusted and hit that spot again.
“Yeah, yeaaaah, unnh, I really— I really like that,” Charlotte said, flexing her thighs to hold onto Ben’s back more tightly. Her muscles started burning with the exertion, but she didn’t care. She wanted her whole body to work as hard as Ben was, so she started thrusting her hips up, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as Ben started grunting in response. He squeezed her pinned hand harder, pushing it farther into the surface of the bed, and his hips started moving to the rhythm she’d set with hers. At this point, the bed started squeaking loudly, but after a second Charlotte ignored it and moved her hips faster, rotating her pelvis around to get that perfect angle. It took her a few tries, but when she found it she howled like an animal. “Annnnnngh! Oh, unh, oh!” Charlotte moaned as the head of Ben’s cock pushed just exactly right against her most sensitive spot inside, again and again and again as he thrusted back and forth.
She could feel herself building again, that spot inside of her getting more and more sensitive with every touch. But she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to explode at the same time as Ben. As if he could read her mind, Ben suddenly slowed down, his hips moving in long, drawn-out teasing strokes.
Charlotte growled and wrestled her hand from his, using it to push at the side of Ben’s body until he rolled over, still remaining inside of her as they switched positions. Charlotte sunk down onto his cock, taking all of it in with one stroke but then sitting still. “What are you—” Ben started to say, but then his head fell back onto the bed when she started clenching around him, squeezing and pulling on his cock with her inner muscles.
“Fuck, give it to me,” Ben muttered. Charlotte couldn’t imagine doing anything else at this point, not when he looked so goddamned beautiful, so sweaty and red and exposed and vulnerable, his big dark eyes staring up at her in desperation. Charlotte reached behind her own body and stuck her hand between her legs to get at Ben’s balls, rubbing them gently while her cunt kept pulsing on his shaft.
Ben whimpered a little at the sensation, but Charlotte wanted more. She wanted him to scream. She rubbed harder, pulling the sensitive skin of his balls between her fingers, making Ben cry out louder. “Shit, shit, shit, oh!” he moaned before grabbing Charlotte around the waist with one arm and sitting up on the bed, sending his dick in even deeper. Charlotte adjusted as quickly as she could, rotating her hips slowly in Ben’s lap, continuing to play with his balls.
Ben’s free hand moved to her cunt, two fingers landing on her clit to push it up and down, to the same rhythm that she squeezed her cunt around him. “You’re such a naughty girl, such a sweet girl,” Ben murmured, squeezing her clit between his two fingers, making Charlotte’s head rock back in pleasure.
She couldn’t help herself now. She had to fucking move. Charlotte started lifting her hips up, only a little bit at first and then higher and higher. After a minute she was pulling herself off of Ben’s cock until only the tip remained inside before falling back down, slamming him back inside her. The bed pounded against the back wall with the motion of their bodies, but it was almost hard to hear over the loud groans that emitted from Ben’s mouth.
“You’re so… so beautiful,” Ben stuttered out, leaning in to kiss her sweetly and softly even as his cock pushed roughly in and out of her.
Charlotte bounced harder, their hips loudly smacking together and masking the squeaking of the bedsprings. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “You’re so… You’re everything. You’re fucking everything.” She buried her fingers in Ben’s thick hair and pressed their foreheads together, staring as deeply in his eyes as possible. “My
everything.”
A little ball of heat was growing at the intersection of their bodies, getting hotter and hotter with every downward push of Charlotte’s cunt onto Ben’s cock. Ben’s fingers were moving more quickly over her clit, pulling it in every direction. There was no art to it. It was fast and sloppy and desperate and messy— And perfect. It was perfect. It was everything Charlotte needed to feel alive.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” Ben announced, pushing his hips up harder to increase the frequency of their thrusts. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Do it. Do it, please. I need it. I need your fucking come,” Charlotte moaned into Ben’s mouth before biting down on his lip. She held onto Ben’s back tighter, holding on as they pounded their hips together as hard as possible. She bounced downward with all of her weight, bringing his cock in as deep as she could. The sparks in her cunt were building, getting bigger and brighter and hotter and Oh, God. It was happening. She was going to explode, right on his cock.
“Babyyyyyyyy, ohhhhhh,” Charlotte squealed, clutching Ben as closely as possible while her cunt contracted around him, pulsing so fast she thought she was going to burst.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes, please,” Ben groaned back, slapping her ass lightly as she rode him through the first wave of her orgasm. “Oh, shit, oh, shit, it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna fucking—ohhhhhhhhh.”
Halfway through her contractions, Charlotte felt Ben pulse inside of her, pushing in deeper as his cock spurted out load after load of come into her cunt. It just made her shake harder, the vibrations in her cunt getting bigger until all the lights in the universe flickered and burned behind her eyes, setting her mind on fire for one brilliant instant before fading out.
They collapsed together, falling to the side, still entangled. Charlotte couldn’t move, other than to weakly scratch at Ben’s scalp. His cock was still inside of her, right where she wanted it. She didn’t ever want him to leave.
“That was…” Ben said. “That was….” He trailed off again.
“Yeah,” Charlotte answered him when the ability to speak returned to her a minute later. “It was.”
They just sat in silence for a long time, stroking each other’s faces gently and trading light, gentle kisses while their muscles recovered. Finally, Ben broke the quiet, tearing Charlotte away from the grasp of sleep.
“We’re not going to let them take the club,” Ben murmured into her hair. “It’s ours.”
Charlotte smiled to herself, blinking back the warm flood of tears in her eyes. “Yes. It’s ours.”
Chapter Ten
When they rolled back up to the Highway Titans’ clubhouse the next morning, Ben blew out a deep sigh of relief to see Noah out front, standing on his own two feet. So he was okay, then. At least nowhere near as badly fucked-up as Ben had feared he would be. But as soon as the sensation of relief dissipated, it was replaced by terror. How do I apologize? How do I explain?
Before he could come up with a plan of action, Charlotte launched off the bike first, running toward Noah with her arms outstretched. Noah smiled at her and fell into the hug, the two of them embracing until Ben finally got the courage to get off his bike and walk over slowly. Ben nervously scratched the side of his face as he approached the two of them. Charlotte pulled away from Noah but held onto his hand. Ben tried to read Noah’s face before coming to a stop in front of him, but it was no use. The kid had this hard expression on that Ben had never seen before, totally undecipherable. “What happened to you two?” Noah asked, turning back to Charlotte, looking at the cuts and bruises on the side of her face before surveying the damage done to Ben.
“Got what I deserved,” Ben said, staring directly at Noah even though the guilt was killing him. But Noah didn’t say anything and just looked back at him until Charlotte cut in.
“It was Axel,” Charlotte explained. “He and a bunch of his lackeys attacked me. Ben saved me.”
Shock spread slowly across Noah’s cut and bruised face. “Are you okay?”
Charlotte nodded quickly and smiled up at him reassuringly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
Noah turned to look back at Ben. “And you? Are you okay?”
Despite how much it hurt to smile, Ben couldn’t stop himself, the relief that Noah didn’t hate him was so heavy. “Yeah, yeah, man, I’m good. Are you?”
Noah nodded. “It’s a part of the life, you know. I can handle it.”
Ben stepped forward and took Noah’s head in his hands before pressing their foreheads together lightly. “No, son. Well, maybe you’re right. But you shouldn’t have to deal with it from your own brothers. I’m sorry.” Ben then stepped back and let go of Noah, who smiled a little at him. Maybe he hadn’t forgiven him totally yet, but it was a start.
“What are you gonna do about Axel?” Noah asked.
Ben shrugged. “I, uh, I gotta get the club on my side. That’s the main thing. Can’t exactly kill all of the fuckers myself.”
“Nobody’s killing anybody,” Charlotte scolded, her face going hard and severe. Fuck, she was cute when she acted like a schoolteacher. Ben had to hide the smile that threatened to spring across his face in response. “We can’t afford any more legal trouble right now.”
“I, uh, I got a phone call from the cops,” Noah said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Ben felt his stomach drop down in fear. “They, uh, they were asking me if I’d be willing to testify and all, you know, press charges against you for assault.”
They were all silent for a moment before Noah spoke again. “I told them no. So I think it’s, you know, a public intoxication charge now. You’ll probably get fined or something.” Noah kicked up a little bit of dirt with his shoe, nervous and bashful about this amazing act of kindness he’d done.
Ben couldn’t even begin to put his gratitude in words. “I don’t deserve that, Noah,” Ben said.
“Maybe not,” Noah replied easily, shrugging. “But one day you will.”
“Guess we’d better head in,” Charlotte said, dropping Noah’s hand to gesture to the clubhouse. “Gotta convince the whole crew about what Axel tried to do to me.”
“I’ll tell them,” Noah said. “At this point it’ll go over better coming from me.” Before they could argue, Noah broke into a light jog, evidently determined in his new mission to help them convert the Titans against Axel & co.
“I think that was the first time you’ve ever called somebody ‘son’ back there,” Charlotte whispered as Noah disappeared inside the clubhouse. “Starting to sound a lot like your old man.”
“Who, Wally?” Ben asked, and Charlotte nodded. He felt himself blush a little, unsure if he should feel insulted.
“Hey, it’s a compliment. Just take it,” Charlotte said firmly, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “You’re growing up, kid.”
They waited for several long, excruciating minutes, trying to give Noah time to convince the men about what happened before Charlotte suggested trying to go in. Before they could, Noah popped his head back out the entrance of the bar, waving at them to come inside.
For one brief second, right before they crossed the threshold of the clubhouse, Ben was struck by the fear that this was a trick, that Noah had simply lied when he accepted his apology and was now springing a trap on them; that the rest of the club was all going to rear up and attack him and Charlotte both. But Ben beat back the fear and kept walking. Trust him. Trust your boy, he told himself. Be the leader that Charlotte wants you to be.
There was no trap. As soon as they entered, Ben quickly scanned the room for any sign of Axel, but he couldn’t find him nor any of his men. Okay, so no big fight right now. Ben breathed another deep sigh of relief. He decided to head back to the stairs to check on his own apartment and make sure Axel hadn’t done anything while he was gone. Before he and Charlotte could walk back there, Wally intercepted them, pulling Ben aside by the elbow. Oh, God, here it goes.
“Noah told us about yesterday,” Wally said in a rush before turnin
g to Charlotte. “Can you give us a minute, honey? Just one minute, me and him.”
Ben was about to protest, unwilling to let Charlotte out of his sight, but she complied before he could say anything, walking down to the bar to order a drink. Noah walked up next to her, so Ben relaxed a little. At least nothing bad was going to happen right now, so he allowed Wally to lead him into the meeting room to talk privately.
“Why didn’t you come to me right away?” Wally demanded, his wrinkled face drawn with worry.
Ben felt like shrugging it off, but some voice inside him argued until he opened his mouth to answer instead. That was what Wally deserved, after everything.
“I didn’t— I didn’t know if you would still have me, Wally. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. For so long,” Ben said, thinking back to all the countless fights he picked for no reason.