Chapter 117

Charles kept me pinned against the wall, hand across my mouth, pleasuring me until my knees gave, and I was glad for the wall because it helped support me. At that point, he picked me up, tossing me on the bed, rough enough that I bounced up but carefully enough that it didn’t hurt.

I let out a gasp, and he smiled grimly. My instinct to hold back the conversation had been spot on. He clearly needed to hear only the soundtrack of our lovemaking. That look in his eye drew out new bravery. Even though David and Theo were in the other room, I let the sounds of my pleasure go freely.

Charles hovered above me, tracing the tip of his cock along my slit. The sensation of him sliding against me sent shivers of desire through my whole body. He teased me the whole while his breathing grew ragged.

Then he spun and straddled me, his face pressing between my thighs. His erection hung over me, and I placed my lips on the tip, sucking hard against the sensitive skin. Charles groaned into my folds but didn’t stop the long strokes of his tongue.

The next time I sucked, I took a portion of his length in. He trembled at my touch. This encouraged me to keep going, taking a little more each time I moved my mouth down the length of his shaft. By now, the motion of his tongue had me twisting my hips against his face. At the same time, he rocked in gentle thrusts, urging more of his cock into my mouth.

Just before I came a second time, Charles groaned and moved off, pulling himself from my mouth.

“I want to come inside you,” he murmured.

He shifted between my legs and rammed himself up inside. My head dropped back, and a cry of pleasure rolled off my lips.

He covered the last of the noise with a kiss, his tongue pushing until it met mine. “You taste as good as you smell,” he whispered around the kisses.

He’d started with long, smooth strokes, but as his desperation grew, these shifted until he pounded himself into me, truly dominating the moment.

Once again, he stopped himself short, flipping me onto my stomach. He gripped my hips and returned to ramming himself inside me until his balls slapped against me. He panted, clearly closing on his climax.

I braced myself on an elbow and reached between my legs. I rubbed my clit with my thumb and fingered his balls with the rest.

“I’m coming,” I groaned.

With two swift, deep thrusts, Charles cried out. His cock pulsed, and his balls twitched against my fingers, emptying themselves deep within me. I collapsed to the bed, whimpering out my second orgasm into the covers.

Charles withdrew, slapping my ass hard once before falling to the bed beside me. “Thanks for that,” he gasped.

I whimpered and nodded.

We lay beside one another, breathing heavily. Finally, Charles spoke.

“I’m sorry I came home in such a mood. Between your scent and the exertions, I’m more relaxed. For now.”

“What was so bad about this afternoon?” I asked. “I could tell something wasn’t right the moment you walked in. I tried not to be nervous.” I gazed expectantly at him.

“It wasn’t that sort of incident,” he said with a sigh. When he spoke next, his voice was very low. “I met the people that I’m supposed to be working with as we investigated the other alphas.”

“They’re that bad?”

“Kind of. It’s just clear that the city is considering the other alphas guilty until proven innocent. It isn’t so much that we’re trying to find out whether they’ve done anything wrong. They already assume they’re to blame for everything.”

He rubbed his face tiredly. “Meaning that if I want to save my friends and the rest of the alphas from whatever punishment the government wants to dish out, I’ll need to prove that they were innocent in the first place.”

“That sounds like it’ll be way harder to prove.”

“Exactly. And in this case, it’s more important than ever that we find where the corruption is really stemming from and why it’s happening in the first place. Because without those answers, it won’t take long before the government comes down on all of the alphas.”

“When you say ‘we’ you mean…”

“You and I.” Charles gave me a loaded look and whispered, “If they punish the alphas, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be safe when judgment falls.”

“Why does it feel like trouble is never-ending?”

“It will end, eventually. We just need to be patient. This is all still the same mess, and it’s hard to see the end when you’re buried in it.”

He kissed my cheek, and I took a sniff of his vetiver. Yup. It did settle my nerves. I wondered if it would work the same way when I busted open the conversation about work and kids. He wouldn’t want to drag a child into an investigation on the other alphas, right?

He pressed his nose into my neck, inhaling deeply. Then he guided my hand to his half-stiff member. It twitched under my fingertips.

“Do you think we have time before dinner?” I mused.

“Do I look like I fucking care tonight?”

“What do you want my help with?” I asked.

“Coming,” he grunted. “Fuck now. Plan later.”

I rolled Charles onto his back and straddled his hips. I thought maybe he’d enjoy the view if I perched naked on him. The movement into that position allowed the blob of remaining jizz to slide from my body. Interesting that such an unassuming, even gross-looking substance added correctly to a woman’s body would grow a whole new being, a child like those playing in the park today.

I’d never thought of sex in terms of breeding. Not that I had any experience before Charles, but even when I thought about it, it was always in terms of the pleasure and not of the results. When Charles and I did it, the end goal was always to climax, to bond, and to enjoy the moment. Was it the same when the end goal was creating a life?

Suddenly, our actions were fascinating. Maybe I had time to watch and ponder because this was our second encounter. The first time, I’d been caught up in the heat and the rush. My body overrode my brain until all thought centered on climaxing.

This time, I watched with curiosity the way his head tipped back, and his eyes flickered shut when I took the length of him inside my body. That was an interesting thought, too. How intriguing that simply rubbing skin against the inside of me would cause such a buffet of sensations.

If he were to stick a finger inside my mouth and rub it against the inside of my cheek, I wouldn’t feel this mounting heat, the tingly sensations, or the building desire. What about the simple act of rubbing two bodies together, which could forge the desperation that grew until it was physically impossible to stop?

Yet, as I watched myself rock against his hips, taking the motion of our bodies under my control, the urge grew. I noted it all, how the mounds of his flesh folded perfectly inside of mine, each of us stimulating the other in all the right places with a simple back-and-forth glide.

Each time our bodies came together, my clit rubbed the top of his shaft, and my excitement grew just a little more. When he reached up and tweaked my nipples, I saw them harden between his fingers. Was that as exciting to him as it was to me?

When he smiled at me and placed his thumb against my clit, rubbing that tender spot, I lost my train of thought. All I could focus on were desires. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted the friction of my lady parts against as much of him as I could get. The combination of touch inside and out threw me over the edge.

That building desire burst, and I cried out as waves of release shook my limbs and made the last of my motions jerky rather than smooth. But it didn’t matter because my orgasm was a cue for Charles. He pumped rhythmically, grunting out the effort. Then he stiffened and groaned.

We’d each been so absorbed in the motion that sent us over the edge that what the other was doing didn’t matter as long as it didn’t stop our own orgasm. Again, Charles’ come slid from me. Sex was a messy business if one really thought about it.

But then again. If all that mess was what created a baby, perhaps it was better if it didn’t stay inside me. After all, neither of us was using any birth control. A cold chill ran through me. Neither of us had been using anything to prevent a pregnancy.

I pulled back, looking at the white mess on Charles. Please, Goddess, let that be enough on the outside so there wasn’t enough inside for anything to happen.