“You.” He ran his finger over her clit again, enjoying her quiet moan of pleasure.
“But you said we…weren’t…”
Her question faded away when he pushed two fingers inside her. “You’re going to come for me. Right here. Right now.”
Her fingers clenched the shoulders of his jacket. “I don’t think I can—oh God,” she cried when he curled his fingers inside her, finding her G-spot.
He leaned closer, nipping at her earlobe. “I want to feel that tight pussy of yours clenching on my fingers. Want you to think about how full you’re going to feel when I slide my cock into all that wet heat later tonight. I’m not a gentle lover, Charley. I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly made of glass.” Her words were pure Charley, but the tone, the way she said it…breathless, haltingly…made his cock even harder.
He couldn’t resist showing her exactly what he meant. He thrust his fingers in and out, deeper, faster, wiggling his thumb against her clit to provoke those sexy little gasps of hers.
She started to tremble, her arousal rapidly growing to fever pitch.
He liked to think of himself as a pretty good lover, a gentleman. He always made sure the women he took to bed came before him.
But this?
This was something else.
Charley wasn’t holding anything back.
And the crazy part was…she seemed to be equal parts turned on and shocked.
He crooked his fingers one more time, pulling the trigger.
She went stiff for a second, her mouth opening, though no sound came out and no air went in.
Then she cried out—a little too loudly for their surroundings—so he bent his head and kissed her, trying to muffle the cries no one walking by outside would mistake for anything other than what they were.
He pulled his fingers free as her orgasm started to subside, her pussy muscles twitching in the aftermath.
She was leaning against the bathroom door and that, plus his hand on her waist, were probably the only things holding her up.
“I,” she started. “I never come that fast. It always takes…”
“Takes what?”
She gave him an embarrassed grin. “A long time.”
“Mmm hmmm.”
He had an opinion about that, something he fully intended to discuss with her, but they’d already been gone too long.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, though he could see her strength had returned, and guided her to the sink.
They stood there, looking at each other through the reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands and she attempted to fix her makeup. Her lip gloss was practically gone at this point, so she wiped the rest off.
They grinned at each other like a couple of giddy kids.
The whole moment felt almost domestic, as if they were an old couple getting ready for bed together. He’d never really experienced that or even felt like it was something he wanted.
Now, well…now he did.
The idea of having someone standing next to him as he brushed his teeth for bed sounded pretty damn nice, and he recalled once more how lonely his house had felt after losing that game.
For a second, he considered what it would have been like if Charley had been there with him. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she would have known how to make him feel better, would have known how to help him shake off his anger, his disappointment.
He shook those thoughts away.
If he was thinking about a woman—about Charley—living with him, he was more fucked up over the loss than he realized.
“You ready to go back?” he asked.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “How much longer do we have to stay?”
He chuckled. “Think you can make it until they cut the cake?”
She considered that. “Yeah. But I don’t want to stick around to eat it.”
“Deal.”
She unlocked the bathroom door, glancing both ways along the corridor. “Coast is clear,” she said.
He rolled his eyes as he gave her a push out.
They held hands as they walked back into the ballroom and directly to the bar.
They’d lost their drinks.
Two people along the way mentioned the game and offered him the words he was starting to hate above all others. “You’ll get ’em next year.”
So, in keeping with the game, they did two more tequila shots together.
The alcohol was warm and numbing.
Between that and Charley, the tension in his shoulders and back was completely gone.
He felt loose, fuzzy, happy, and…ready to take on the world.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was going to happen tonight. He didn’t have a clue what exactly.
But he couldn’t wait.
Chapter Six
Alex and Charley grabbed another tequila shot each, carrying them back to the table. At this point, she’d decided it was smart to just commit to the liquor and stop trying to look hoity-toity with the wine. Mixing them would only lead to disaster and she preferred the shots anyway.
Her whole body was buzzing—her head from the tequila—and her body, even her skin, from that orgasm.
Holy shit.
She hadn’t lied to Alex. She never came that quick.
When he’d told her what he wanted, she’d had a brief moment of panic, wondering if she could fake an orgasm well enough to fool him. She figured it was either that or hang out in the bathroom the rest of the night.
With Ben…her climaxes were hit or miss.
Sometimes, he’d go the extra mile to get her there—actually finding her clit and the right rhythm.
Other times, he was just sort of all over the place, and when it became obvious he wasn’t going to find that magic button—even with her giving explicit directions—she’d just give up and fake it.
On those nights, she’d sneak to the bathroom with her vibrator after he was asleep and take care of business herself.
She’d tried to do that a couple times in bed, but Ben had gotten his feelings hurt, viewing the toy as an insult to his masculinity. Of course, at that point, he’d start blaming her, insisting it wasn’t his fault she was so uptight.
She silently added another item to her perfect-guy list.
Orgasms.
She wanted them.
All of them.
After all, Alex knew where all the sweet spots were. He couldn’t be the only guy in the world with that knowledge.
Alex pulled her chair out and they sat back down at their table. The other three couples were still on the dance floor. They scooted their chairs closer together, so they could talk over the music.
“I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t tell you the last time I did anything that spontaneous or crazy.”
Alex grinned. “Stick around. The night is still young. I’m pretty sure there are a few more impulsive tricks up my sleeve.”
“You know, I’m not sure how me coming helped you,” she said, feeling slightly guilty for this post-orgasmic bliss when Alex hadn’t gotten the same relief.
“I needed to work off some aggression. And there’s nothing hotter than watching a sexy woman fall apart in your arms.”
Charley rolled her eyes.
No one had ever called her sexy.