Unfriended(Love in New Highland Book 1)(32)

"I haven't won yet," I said, giddy with the thrill. "But I'm getting there."





CHAPTER 19





One Year Ago-An Innocent Suggestion



Asher: For somebody who never works out, you have a lot of restless energy.

Charis: Why do you say that?

Asher: Because you've been pacing around this room for an hour.

Charis: I'm thinking through an argument. And I do too work out.

Asher: What do you do?

Charis: FYI, I do situps and pushups and jumping jacks and squats and also dance sometimes.

Asher: Oh, like your mom.

Charis: Nuh-uh. She's crazy intense. I don't have any discipline. I just do whatever I feel like.

Asher: I'd like to see that.                       
       
           



       

Charis: I've started zumba, you can come to the class.

Asher: No way on earth. Why don't you show me?

Charis: Show you what?

Asher: Some of your dance moves.

Charis: Here? In front of you? Not on your life, buster.



Asher



MY BRAIN TRIED TO WRAP around the fact that I was sitting on Charis  Sloane, my forefinger in her pussy, playing with her soft little clit. I  looked into her eyes. She looked back at me with a stony expression.

She was trying to hide what she was feeling.

Good luck with that.

My finger was moving lazily now. The state she was in, I could bring her  to climax in less than a minute if I went for it, but I wasn't here for  an ASAP (Joel's pet term for a fuck you wanted to end as quickly as  possible).

"I'm going to make you come now," I told her confidently. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

Her eyes said, no fucking way, and you didn't just ask me that.

Challenge accepted.

"I already know your favorite most perfect pet is a beagle and your  favorite food is the kung pau shrimp at Palouse Garden China." I pointed  out. "I know you can't stand the texture of satin and you belch like a  sailor if you eat cabbage."

"What is your point?" she groaned.

"My point is, I know you intimately. If you think I'm not going to know  this about you, too, you're out of your mind. Come on, when did you last  get some action? How long has it been? What? Say again."

"Recently."

"Recently? Like when?"

"Oh for Pete's sake!"

"How about if I go first." I grinned at her. "So yeah, Sloane, I knocked  it around last night in the shower, thinking about you and your mouth.  Right before I came, in my head was this picture of your lips and that  little pink tongue, wrapped around my cock. It was fun imagining that.  Now you."

This was all new to her, I was pretty sure, this dirty talk as foreplay.  She'd responded to it earlier. And now? Now her hips began jerking  upward wildly.

I watched her moving against my hand, felt the slippery, soft heat, and gritted out, "When, babe?"

"A few days ago! I broke my vibrator! I ran the batteries down! And I can't believe I just told you that!"

"Girls who tell me dirty things get rewarded." I shoved my finger farther along and sank it deep into her pussy.

Tight. Narrow. Burning. That was some powerful clenching she had going there. Nice pussy, very nice.

So I rate pussies. Is it that much of a surprise?

Charis cried out as though shocked at the pleasure my finger gave her.  While she squirmed around with her trapped legs, I frisked her hard and  fast with my thumb. I know, it sounds coldly scientific. But this was my  thing, what I did. I did it well.

And because I was watching her face closely, I caught her astonishment at what happened then.

"Do it, Char, it's all right, I know it feels so fucking good, my finger  in you, you come for me, girl." And yes, it was happening, Charis  coming all over my finger. With absolutely no inhibitions. She was  moaning and she was writhing and she was incredible, riding my hand  while I struggled to get my fly unzipped.

Then somehow I was springing free, my cock and balls hurting to  penetrate, my shaft going straight for her. If her legs hadn't been  closed up by those jeans around her knees, I'd have been inside her in  seconds. That's how much discipline I had right now.

As it was I thrust against her softness, saying her name. I couldn't  slide completely in, but I got damn close, coated myself with her  wetness, and fuck it was nearly enough. Over and over. I could easily  lose myself this way.

Not the plan.

Oh, right.

That open mouth gave me a needed diversion. I swooped down and took it,  invading with my tongue. Her tongue came for mine and grappled. This was  even better than before, with kissback.

Then I felt it-her hand on the denim over my ass. She was gripping me in  her excitement. Charis was kissing me and feeling up my ass.

I raised my head and took an unsteady breath. "You like coming like  this, Sloane? You want another finger up in there, in that pretty  little, hot little pussy you got for me?"

"Yikes, what, oh, oh, crap, whatareyoudoingtome?" she wailed.

"Getting you off good, isn't it obvious? Tell me, talk to me. Say dirty things to me, sweetness."

"What do you want-me to say?"

"I want you to ask for more. Tell Mr. Norrell what you need."

"Yes, yes. More, Ash."

"You want another finger? Tell me where you want it. Be explicit." I rubbed it across her entrance.

"In me! My pussy!"

Yes. Hearing Charis say my pussy made me almost maniacal. I didn't know  who was more frenzied, she or I, as I wedged another big finger inside  her slickness. Her walls stretched to take it, bit by bit.                       
       
           



       

Then I was back to kissing her.

Oh, shit. Her mouth was heaven. I was in heaven. This was my idea of  fucking nirvana. Charis demanding I pleasure her, giving me her body,  needing my touch.

Just as my tongue curled with hers, I twisted those two fingers and a  micro-instant later, my mouth began to vibrate with her scream.

Here's the thing I just then learned: making the woman who happens to be  your best friend in the universe scream with pleasure is a truly  mind-blowing experience.

When pussy muscles began clamping on my fingers in a strong-as-fuck  orgasm, I almost hollered myself. Char had barriers that could keep out a  charging elephant, yet here she was, letting me into her private  place-and I don't mean just her pussy.

We'd talked about some deep shit, but never been this level of intimate.  The fact that she'd let me tease her and fucking masturbate her to not  just one, but this second wild-ass orgasm-that was intimacy.

I wanted to cry like a baby. I wanted to keep her coming forever.

"You are so fucking gorgeous when you do that," I ground out against her  mouth, and pulled away enough to let me wrench her jeans and panties  down to her ankles where her boots trapped them.

It would have to be enough because I wasn't pausing. I was tapping her  knees apart and then back finger-fucking, back kissing, back making her  feel good.

And she was letting me.

When I felt her nipple push against me, I began trailing licks and  kisses down her neck until I reached her chest. I hovered, drawing out  the anticipation for both of us.

"I have to suck this. I have to feel it in my mouth. You want it hard?"

"Yes, yes."

"First tell me you know how excellent you are."

Char looked confused.

"Come on. Say 'my, i.e., Charis Sloane's, left tit is the most perfect  tit ever created and will be the fount of pleasure starting now.'"

She sputtered, "My … Charis … my ti-I mean my bre-I can't believe this!"

Chuckling, I went to town on her.

There were certain technical challenges to sucking her breast, drumming  her clit, and ramming my fingers into her simultaneously. Not a problem,  however. I can definitely multitask.

I was feeling incredible, rubbing my cock against her leg, getting off  on her responses and on the delectable feel of her on my tongue. She  strained under me, toward me, the total opposite of fighting. No tomboy  present. She was all sweetness and eagerness now.

Watching her climax once more was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.  Hotter than a porno. Hotter than Aura on her knees. Hotter than losing  my virginity. Because Charis was a lust freak, and she fucking came like  a tornado, letting her pleasure be known. Known to the neighbors. I  made a mental note that next time we'd use my place.

I would have gone on this way, pumping her to orgasm until my hand fell  off, as long as it pleased her, because why stop something this good?  That was until I heard her sob.



TURNED OUT CUDDLING CHARIS, even with a throbbing dick, was nearly as spectacular as pleasuring her.

She was still crudely half in, half out of her clothing, and for me the  sexual tension hadn't dissipated at all. I wanted to spread her legs and  make myself at home.

But she'd had a meltdown. It was really only a few seconds of weeping,  but for Char, any amount of waterworks was cause for pause.