The knowledge that I didn’t have to fight it anymore swept over me again, relief mixing with desperate need. Finally, finally, I could be with her and not be forced to hide it.
Shaking my head, I brought my focus back to my girl, only to notice her brow furrowed and her eyes brimming with anxiety.
She looked away again, “Eyes, Charlotte!” I barked.
Her head whipped back, “I’m supposed to start grad school at the end of the summer.”
Well, fuck.
I was pissed we’d have to hide our relationship, but it wasn’t something we couldn’t handle. I’d figure a way around it eventually.
“I can stay here for school, but, um, I’ve also been accepted to the University of California—Berkeley. It’s one of the best programs in the country. I’d be crazy not to go in the fall.”
Not fucking happening.
I was consumed with panic but I tamped it down with solid resolve. She couldn’t leave. I wouldn't allow it. I’d convince her to stay. But, that meant her continuing as a student here.
Triple fuck.
Ok, so I needed to convince her not to go back to school at all. The plan to keep her chained to the bed was looking really good at that moment.
Chapter 7
Charlotte
“I guess I’d better show you why you should stay,” he growled, pushing his chair back and bending over to lift me from mine.
“Gabe!” I squeaked when he slung me over his shoulder and gave my ass a quick slap. “What about the dishes?”
“Fuck the dishes,” he snapped. “They can wait, but I can’t.”
His hand tightened on my ass, steadying me as he strode out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hall to a massive bedroom. He dropped me onto the edge of the mattress, and made quick work of the buttons on my top before tossing it onto the floor. My bra followed and then he was sliding my skirt down my legs and taking my panties with it. He lifted me back into his arms and placed me in the center of the bed before rising up on his knees to tear his shirt over his head. I stared, transfixed, at the play of muscles while he unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper. A soft sigh of disappointment escaped when I realized he’d left his boxers on.
“You’ll get my cock soon enough, sweetheart,” he chuckled seductively. “But first I need to get you ready and I need the barrier my boxers provide while I do it. Without it, I’m not sure I could wait until you’ve come again before I take you.”
His hands nudged my legs apart, sliding up until he was touching my pussy. I was still wet from when he made me come on the kitchen counter. One of his fingers slipped inside me and pumped a few times before he added another. It was a tight fit, and I felt the burn as he stretched me. Considering the enormous bulge in his underwear, I wondered how he’d be able to fit inside, and tensed up at the thought.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” he soothed. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
He ground the heel of his hand against my clit and my pussy fluttered in response. It typically took me forever to climax when I masturbated, but he already had me so close. He twisted his hand, fingers curling upward on the next thrust and my whole body stiffened. A swipe of his thumb over my clit and I was splintering apart, shuddering in his embrace.
“This is it, you know that right? Once I take you, there’s no going back. I’ll be the first, last and only man to touch you.”
He shifted over me and I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance, sliding against my wetness. “You’re the first man I’ve ever wanted this way. The only man who’s made me come. All semester long, I thought I’d never have a chance to see you like this, to feel you move inside me. Going back is the last thing I want to do, I’m ready for this”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered. “I want to take you bare this first time, sweetheart.”
“I’m on the pill,” I admitted softly. “My sister insisted on it back in high school.”
“I haven’t looked at another woman, let alone slept with one, since I saw you four months ago.” His admission soothed some of my insecurities. “Before that even. I’m clean, sweetheart. Let me feel your sweet cherry on my bare cock.”
“Do it,” I rasped out. “Deflower me.”
He paused, the head of his erection pushing inside me as his whole body shook with laughter. “Deflower?”
“It’s what they call it in romance novels,” I giggled.
“If you’re thinking about what you’ve read, I must not be doing this right.”
I reached up and stroked his face with my palm. “I can’t imagine anything better than this. I’m just nervous, and I tend to babble when that happens.”