Heart Stopper: Rebels of Rushmore Book One

by Hercules, Michelle

  “You can touch if you want,” I tease.

  “Oh, I will.” She traces her fingers over my pecs, then leans down to run her warm tongue over them, making me hiss.

  I grab a handful of her hair to bring her devious mouth to mine. I don’t kiss her; I brand her with my tongue and teeth before pulling back. “You’re not playing fair. I thought you wanted our clothes gone.”

  “What’s the hurry? I’m not going anywhere.”

  “What’s the hurry, she asks. Woman, I’m dying here. I need to see you. All I had to hold me over for these past weeks was a little sneak peek of your pussy.”

  She gasps as if she were offended, then hits my shoulder—my injured shoulder.

  “Ouch!”

  “Oops. Sorry, I forgot,” she apologizes sheepishly.

  “Let me see your tits and I’ll forgive you.” I smirk.

  “Patience is a virtue, you know?”

  “Never had any, ain’t gonna start now.”

  With a shake of her head, she helps me take off my jeans but keeps my boxer shorts on. Her eyes linger on my erection straining against the fabric, and I can guess what she has in mind.

  “I do want your mouth on my cock, sweetheart, but let’s level the playing field first. Clothes be gone.”

  She pouts. “You’re no fun.”

  My lips curl into a grin. “Oh, I’m loads of fun. You’ll see.”

  She reaches for the edge of her turtleneck, but before she takes it off, she says, “If you laugh, it’s game over.”

  I’d believe her if she could keep a straight face, but I indulge her. “I won’t laugh. Promise.”

  She finally pulls her sweater off, sitting in front of me in her panties and bra only. Even blue, there’s nothing laughable about her appearance.

  “Damn, you’re breathtaking.”

  “Really? You dig the Avatar look?”

  I don’t reply right away, too busy thinking of the ways I plan to worship her body.

  “Troy?” she asks.

  I bring my eyes to her face. “Sorry. What was the question?”

  She shakes her head. “Never mind. I got my answer.”

  I snake my left arm around her back, and with deft fingers, I unhook her bra. Her glorious tits spill free from their restraint, and before the scrap of fabric drops to Charlie’s lap, my mouth and hands are on her. I circle one of her nipples with my tongue, teasing the nub mercilessly while I knead her other breast. I don’t care about the pain in my shoulder—this is an all-hands-on-deck situation.

  Charlie’s fingers thread through my hair, and then she yanks at the strands while arching her back. I let go of her breast for a second to pull her onto my lap again. A deep groan escapes from deep in my throat when her pussy rubs against my shaft. She’s already soaking wet, and her heat combined with the friction of our underwear grinding together, is sending me careening to the edge faster than I want. Shit. I can’t pull a quick-draw move on her.

  I let go of her nipple with a soft pop, then kiss her lips again, fast and deep. “I’m going to eat your pussy now, darling,” I murmur against her lips.

  “I want a taste of you too.”

  I grow harder at the idea of a sixty-nine, but I stomp on it for now. There’s a real danger here that the moment Charlie’s lips touch my cock, I’ll explode in her mouth.

  “In good time. Patience is a virtue, remember? Your words.” I push her off my lap. “Now lie down and let me feast on you for a bit.”

  Her cheeks turn an adorable pink shade. I don’t comment on it, not when she does what I asked without a fight. She’s not as blue as before, but it’ll take several washes to get rid of the dye. It doesn’t bother me in the least. She’s beautiful no matter what.

  I peel her panties off with eagerness, almost tearing them in the process.

  Charlie chuckles. “Are you that hungry?”

  “For you? I’m starving.” I sprawl my fingers across her hips, taking a moment to admire her pussy. My mouth waters at the sight.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, a hint of insecurity in her tone.

  “Babe, there’s nothing wrong.”

  Then I dive in, going straight for the kill. My tongue sweeps over her clit, eliciting a cry from Charlie. Her hips buck toward me, but I keep her in place as I eat her like candy. She tastes like peaches, velvety on my tongue, sweet in the back of my throat. I’ve never had anything better.

  “Oh my God,” she moans.

  I pull back to insert two fingers inside her while pressing my thumb against her bundle of nerves. I’ve barely started finger-fucking her when she cries out, and her pussy clenches around me. I increase the tempo, trying to prolong her climax and not think about the tightness in my balls.

  “That’s it, babe. Come for me.”

  Her tremors cease, and then she goes utterly still save for the rise and fall of her chest. “Holy fuck,” she breathes.

  I laugh, then jump off the couch.

  She leans on her elbows. “Where are you going?”

  “I need something.” I run back to the kitchen and look for the extra box of condoms I keep there. It takes me a few seconds to find it and then run back to Charlie.

  “You keep condoms in the kitchen?” She raises an eyebrow.

  “I lived alone before. Any room in the house was fair game.”

  I only realize my error when Charlie’s gaze darkens. “I see.”

  “Fuck. That made me sound like a horndog, didn’t it? I swear that wasn’t the case.”

  She sits up and takes the box from my hand. “I don’t care.” Without breaking eye contact, she retrieves a foil packet from the box. “As long as you fuck me like one now.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  My boxer shorts disappear in the blink of an eye, and the condom goes in place just as fast. Charlie then pulls the same move I did before, making me lie down and then straddling me.

  “You’ve already abused your shoulder too much. Let me take over now.”

  I reach for her hips, guiding her pussy to my erection. “I can’t make any promises.”

  Bracing one hand on my chest and the other against the back of the couch, Charlie slowly impales herself on me. I clench my jaw, fighting my body. A desperate groan escapes my lips.

  “You were saying?” she asks.

  “Damn. You’re tight.”

  She begins to move, slowly at first, which works for me. But instinct takes over, and then I’m moving in sync with her hips. We don’t speak, and the only sounds in the room are of our labored breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

  Getting closer to climax, I sit up to claim Charlie’s mouth again. Our tongues mingle in the same rhythm as our bodies. She’s getting tighter around me, or maybe I’m growing larger. All train of thought shatters when the release hits me like a cannonball. Charlie lets go of my mouth to bite my left shoulder. The sharp pain only serves to amplify my pleasure. Her body is shaking too, but her whimpers are muffled now that her face is hidden in the crook of my neck.

  Eventually, our movements slow down. I relax against the couch, keeping my arms wrapped around Charlie. She rests her face against my chest with a content sigh.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “More than okay.”

  “Good.”

  We don’t speak for another minute, but I’m the one who breaks the silence again. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Is your character in LARP a vampire by any chance?”

  She becomes tense in my arms, then pulls back. Her eyes dart to my shoulder, which no doubt has her teeth mark now.

  “Oh my God, Troy. I’m so sorry.”

  I chuckle. “Why? I can’t say I was ever bitten before, but damn, it was hot.”

  Her face is bright red now. “You must think I’m a psycho.”

  “Not at all. And, sweetheart, you can make a snack out of me anytime you want.”

  22

  CHARLIE

  I star
e at Troy’s beautiful, sexed-up face without blinking. Did I hear him right? He wants to keep doing this? My heart and my lady parts shout in excitement, but my head has to come in and ruin everything. I don’t regret hooking up with him, but I’m not sure how to progress from here.

  “Charlie? Why are you staring at me like that?” he asks through an amused smile.

  “Like what?”

  “With that deep V between your brows as if you were trying to solve an algebra equation.”

  “Not algebra, but—”

  “Ah, the but. Is this when we have the talk? Can’t we bask a little longer in the post-sex bliss?”

  “I can’t. I’m sorry. My mind is already spinning like a top. I don’t know what will happen next.”

  He runs his fingers up and down my arm, giving me goose bumps. “What do you want to happen?”

  Oh fuck. He did not just put me on the spot. “That’s an unfair question.”

  “Why?”

  “Fine. You tell me what you want to happen.”

  He leans forward and kisses me tenderly. My toes curl, and tingles run down my spine. My body ignites again, pushing my worrisome thoughts out of the way for now.

  “I want to keep doing this,” he whispers, then kisses me again right under my ear. “And this.”

  I swallow hard, hating how his answer has wreaked havoc on my body already. Reluctantly, I push him back. “So you want to keep hooking up casually.”

  He frowns. “Not casually. I’ve done that for the longest time. But it’s different with you, Charlie. I could never be casual with you.”

  Sweet baby llamas. I’m about to turn into flames while my heart goes to a hundred. “What do we do then? You understand we live together, right? Talk about adding pressure to things.”

  He leans against the couch, narrowing his eyes. “How about this? We keep acting like roommates in the common areas and save the fun parts to the bedroom.”

  “Well, we kind of already ruined that.” I pointedly glance at the couch.

  “True, but that didn’t count.”

  I nibble on my lower lip, still doubting Troy’s proposal will work.

  “Of course, if you keep doing that to your lip, I might have no choice but to ravish you where you stand.”

  My face feels hot. I’m not used to being on the receiving end of such raw sexual energy. And that’s what Troy is—sex on a stick.

  “Let’s take things slow,” he continues. “We won’t have sex until we go on at least three dates.”

  I cross my arms, covering my breasts from his view. “Really? You want to go without sex until we’ve had three dates?”

  “What are you saying, Charlie? You can’t be in the same room with me without trying to jump my bones?” He chuckles, a sound that’s quickly becoming one of my favorite things about him.

  Who would have thought that I’d actually find positive traits in Troy to appreciate besides his looks? Is this the same guy who’s pushed my buttons and made me see red on multiple occasions?

  “I can resist your charms. The question is, can you resist me?” I reply.

  He watches me through slits. “Are you challenging me?”

  I shrug. “Maybe.”

  He keeps watching me with his smoldering gaze while the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Roomie, you don’t know what you’re doing. I never lose a bet.”

  Feeling sassy, I lean forward until my boobs press gently against his chest. “Me neither. Let’s make it more interesting, shall we?”

  “What do you have in mind?” he asks in a tight voice.

  “How about we don’t stipulate a set number of dates before we have sex again? Whoever caves first must pay a price.”

  “What kind of price?”

  “That’s to be decided by the winner.”

  “And what are the terms of the challenge? Is doing this allowed?” He licks my neck, making my eyes flutter closed.

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  “How about this?” He reaches for my breast and pinches my nipple, sending a zing of pleasure down to my core.

  “That’s… gray area. It depends on the situation.”

  “What kind of situation, Charlie?” He flicks my nipple again while peppering my neck with open kisses.

  “I don’t know.”

  He chuckles against my ear, then tangles his fingers in my hair and turns my mouth to his. The kiss is deep, long, and so fucking delicious. I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore.

  “When do we start the challenge, babe?” he whispers against my mouth.

  “Tomorrow. We’ll begin tomorrow.”

  “Thank fuck.” He pushes me down on the couch and then covers his body with mine.

  When his erection teases at my entrance, I know I made the right call by postponing the start of our ridiculous bet. Why in the world would I suggest that? I hate losing, and Troy seems to suffer from the same malady. But I won’t worry about that now. I have to take my fill of him and hope I manage to curb my sexual hunger later.

  Troy finds a new condom and then slams into me without preamble. I cry out, loving the feel of him inside me, stretching me, completing me. We keep our mouths fused together while he thrusts in and out as if he’s trying to bottle up every drop of pleasure. He tried to give me some control before, but now he’s 100 percent in charge. He grunts, then leans back to hoist my leg over his good shoulder. My hips rise off the couch, and in this new angle, he can get much deeper. I close my eyes, moaning like a cat in heat as he hits my G-spot.

  “Open your eyes, Charlie,” he commands.

  I look at his flushed face, at the veins bulging in his neck, and I can’t help but feel a little nudge in my heart. But the pressure inside keeps building, making it harder to think straight.

  Good, I don’t need to overanalyze my crazy feelings right now.

  When Troy presses his thumb over my clit, I surrender to the wave of pleasure that sends me tumbling into an ocean of oblivion.

  “Damn it, babe. You feel too fucking good,” he says before he tosses his head back and shouts a string of curses.

  He doesn’t slow down during his climax, almost as if he wants to stretch the moment for as long as possible. Another mini orgasm hits me then, not as intense as the first one but a surprise nonetheless. I’ve never climaxed twice during sex before.

  Son of a bitch. How am I going to deny myself this much fun?

  * * *

  TROY

  I collapse on top of Charlie, spent. In any other circumstance, I’d hit the sack to recover. But since we’re starting our ridiculous bet tomorrow, I have no intention of resting. A sex marathon tonight it is.

  “Troy, you’re crushing me.”

  “Oops, sorry.”

  I get off her, standing up to get rid of the condom. When I return, Charlie is already sitting down and, to my disappointment, putting her sweater back on.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Getting dressed.”

  “Wait. Do you think I’m done with you?”

  She arches her eyebrows and makes an O with her mouth. “Are you serious? How about your shoulder?”

  I rotate it backward, wincing as pain flares up. It’s not as bad as before, but I’m definitely not recovered. “It’s okay. Maybe I can take a bath to relax my muscles. Do you want to join?”

  She wrinkles her nose. “Uh, no. I won’t be taking a bath until I buy new products. I don’t trust that Andreas didn’t leave us more surprises.”

  “Nah, he wouldn’t prank me. But I think we should retaliate.”

  Charlie perks up in her seat. “Really? You want to prank that bastard with me?”

  The way her voice rises in excitement is cute as hell. If I’m not careful, I might fall for her.

  “Damn straight. I told him I was done fighting with you, but he didn’t listen.”

  Charlie taps her lips with her index finger as her eyes become unfocused. I’m witnessing firsthand her devious mind at work.


  “I might have an idea, but I need to check with my sources first.”

  “Wait. You’re not going to tell me?”

  “Not yet. Let me find out first if it’s possible. I don’t want to disappoint you if it doesn’t work out.”

  “He’s throwing a Halloween party at his place in two weeks. That would be the best time to prank his ass.”

  “Really? You want to do it at his party?” She laughs. “That’s ruthless, Troy. And Jane said you weren’t mean.”

  “Oh, she did, huh? What else did she say about me?” A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth.

  The smile on Charlie’s face wilts a little, and her gaze seems troubled. The change is fleeting, making me wonder if I imagined it.

  “She mentioned you helped her with her fear of heights.”

  “Yeah, that was fun. We should do it sometime.” I put my boxer shorts on, then my jeans.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “If I can’t ogle your hot bod, you can’t ogle mine.” I wink at her.

  “Fine. I guess that’s fair.”

  “Are you hungry? I could… eat.” My eyes linger on Charlie’s long legs as she pulls her panties up.

  “Will you quit for a second?” She laughs. “I already know who’s going to cave first.”

  “Ha-ha. We still have to establish the ground rules. And one of them is not parading naked in front of me.”

  “Fine. But that goes both ways, which means no walking shirtless in the house.”

  Damn it. I was totally banking on my six-pack to win me this bet. But it’s okay, I have other ways to make myself irresistible.

  “All right. So, food?”

  “Yeah. Should we order in?”

  “I think we have to. Unless you can whip up a miracle dinner with whatever is in the fridge.”

  “There’s nothing there. I didn’t have a chance to go grocery shopping.”

  “We’ll go tomorrow.”

  She chuckles. “Look at us, planning to hit the store together.”

  “What? Roommates do that.” I smile, knowing very well that we’re way past being just roommates with benefits.

  The crazy way my heart is beating now is proof of that.