Unmasking Charlotte (a Taboo Love series) (17 page)

Her mouth parts for me, so I take what she is offering and glide my tongue along her lower lip before sweeping into her mouth. Fuck, she tastes so good! I can’t help but moan. She tightens her grip on my ass, subsequently pulling me closer and forcing the raging hard on that I have to press into her stomach. Oh, what I would give to have said hard on somewhere other than pressed against her stomach. Her mouth would be nice, or her…no, don’t go there, this is only the first date!
Dammit, King! Get yourself together!

I pull away slowly, leaving light kisses at the corners of her mouth before moving away completely. “How about we go get some food?” I offer.

Charlotte nods. “Yeah, sounds good,” she breathes.

We slowly detach and then get into her car. She says that she knows a really great pizzeria not too far away, so that’s where we go. It is already 2:30 pm and I’m supposed to be at the club by 4:00 pm. But I am the owner; it’s not like I can’t show up late. My staff will be there setting up whether I’m there or not. So after a great lunch, Charlotte drives me back to my place.

I turn to her once she parks. “Come in for a little while,” I say, not wanting this date to end.

She studies me for a moment while she thinks it over. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come in for a little bit,” she agrees.

My heart leaps for joy in my chest. Not that I’m expecting sex or anything, but maybe some making out while I round second base would be nice. I’ve been waiting so long to get my hands on her perfect little body. We get out of the car and head into my place, letting her walk in first. Once I have the door shut and locked behind us, I take her hand and pull her to me. She comes willingly, placing her hands on my chest. I capture her mouth with my own as I wrap my arms around her. She melts against me and moans softly.

“
No sex on the first date, Calvin,” she murmurs against my lips.

“I wasn’t expecting sex,” I mutter, kissing my way down her neck.

She tilts her head to the side to give me better access. I hum my approval as I lick and suck on the sensitive skin just under her ear. Her nails graze my scalp sending shivers down my spine.

“There is something else we can do, though,” she purrs seductively.

“Is that so?” I ask, lifting my head to look down at her.

She shoots me a sexy smile. My heart lurches in my chest. Damn her and her gorgeous smile. W
ow, I am in deep already. She has me in her clutches and honestly, I don’t want her to let me go. She’s the only woman that has ever made me break my own rules, that’s got to mean something, right? It just seems that every moment I spend with her is sending me further and further down the path of no return.

She tugs me over to my leather armchair and shoves me down onto it. Okay…where is she going with this? Instead of dropping to her knees as I almost expect her to, she walks around the coffee table and sits down on the couch, lounging back against the corner. My eyebrows rises in curiosity.

“Have you ever masturbated in front of anyone before?” Charlotte asks, catching me off guard, making me almost come in my jeans.

“Ah…I can’t say that I have,” I answer after clearing my throat.

“I think we should try it, it’s pretty hot,” she murmurs, her heavy lidded eyes watching me.

“So, you want me to jerk off while you touch yourself?” I clarify.
Yes! Fuck, please say yes!

She bites her bottom lip and nods, her desire-laden gaze raking over me from head to…crotch. Shit, I think my Pinky is a freak in disguise. I like it!

In my head, I’m screaming like I have just received the best fucking present in the entire world. “Okay, we can do that,” is what I say in what I hope is a calm tone.

Charlotte smiles seductively at m
e and stands in front of me, just out of reach. She dips her thumbs into the waistband of her skintight leggings and begins to peel them down over her asking-to-be-grabbed-onto hips and down her taut thighs, revealing the tiniest pair of panties that I have ever seen. I lick my lips. I want to cry over the fact that I’m about to see her naked. My cock immediately jumps to attention, pushing at my zipper, wanting out. She then slowly and torturously pulls her sweater over her head to reveal her pretty, baby blue lace bra that is cupping her milky white breasts to perfection. I wish I were her bra right now. They match her eyes perfectly and I can’t keep mine off her. I respond by yanking off my own shirt and tossing it aside. She lets out a soft moan as her eyes hungrily scan over my chest and abs.

Her panties – otherwise known as the tiny scrap of material that is keeping me from heaven - are the next to go. Holy mother of God! The woman is flawless. Her skin is pale and creamy, and I can on
ly imagine that it is as soft as it looks. The she-devil then sits back down across from me and spreads her legs wide. A low groan escapes my throat. She’s bare between her legs and the prettiest pink that I’ve ever seen. It takes everything in me not to go over there and bury my face between her parted thighs. I undo my jeans and shove them down to my ankles, letting my painfully throbbing cock spring free. Charlotte gasps then smiles wide.

“Mmm, you’re a big boy,” she purrs, her eyes locked onto my dick.

I smirk, feeling my ego inflate a bit. It’s always nice when a woman calls you a big boy. Guys are weird like that. We like women to notice if our junk is big or not. Ya know, penis envy and all that shit. Something of which I don’t have, just so you know. I take myself in my hand and start stroking slowly.

She reaches down, sliding a finger through her slick folds. She gasps softly, her eyes rapt on my hand and cock. I can’t blame her, my eyes are locked on her pussy and I can’t look the fuck away. Now I understand why she thinks this is hot, because it fucking is!

Another moan bubbles up my throat. My cock weeps, and I spread the natural lube around the head. My breath hisses out…shit, I might not last as long as I had hoped. Charlotte uses her free hand to unhook her bra in the back; it pops free and she tosses her bra aside. Fuck me! Those are the most beautiful breasts that I’ve ever seen. They are full and perky with a dusky pink nipple. My mouth waters with the need to pull one of her nipples into my mouth. I need to get my mouth and hands on those perfect tits of hers.

A sexy flush creeps over Charlotte’s high cheeks. Her eyes are heavy lidded and smoldering as she watches me. She suddenly gets to her feet and starts toward me. Maybe she’s changed her mind? She climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling my thighs. Following my first instinct, I reach for her hips but she slaps my hands away.

“No touching,” she hisses.

I realize that she hasn’t changed her mind, but wants me to keep jerking off with her in my lap. Jesus. My balls pull tight and my abs clench. I’ve never been so turned on in my life! I blow out a harsh breath as I struggle for control. This woman is going
to make me come like a greenhorn. I watch her as she rubs circles around her clit, her breath coming faster. I reach down with my other hand to cup my boys as I speed up my stroking, focusing mostly on the engorged head, which is the most sensitive.

Then she goes and does it, she slips her finger inside of herself. Her head falls back, those pouty lips of hers part
, and a moan escapes her. Her thighs tighten and tremble around mine and I friggin’ lose it. I grunt and hiss as I shoot my load all over my chest and stomach.
Sonofabitch!
Charlotte’s body vibrates and her free hand clamps onto my thigh. I can only assume that she is coming, too. I have never seen anything more beautiful. Slowly, her body relaxes and she sighs, dropping her chin to her chest. I have to admit that that was the best self-pleasuring experience that I’ve ever had.

“Damn, Pinky, that was hot,” I pant.

She lifts her head and smiles lazily. “Told ya,” she murmurs.

Charlotte

Did we really just do that? Yeah, we fucking did! And it was insanely sexy. Calvin has the best body that I’ve ever seen on a man in person. All of those hard rippling muscles. And his cock, my god, it’s beautiful - long and thick. I’m actually tempted to fuck him right now, screw it being the first date. But I will refrain. I really don’t want to look like a hoe.

I lean forward and give him a languid kiss. I can’t believe that it took me so long to finally be with him. I can be so stupid sometimes. I clamber off his lap and go in search of some tissues. I find a box on the end table next to the couch, grab them, and turn back to Calvin, who is watching me intensely. I wonder what he’s thinking? I walk back over to him and hand him the box. His chocolate eyes stare into mine for a moment before he takes the box from me. He finally breaks eye contact and starts to clean himself up.

As he is doing that, I start pulling on my clothes. I just pull my sweater over my head when I feel him press against my back, his mouth dropping to the crook of my neck as his arms wrap around my waist.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” He whispers quietly. “You are the most stunning woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I smile and close my eyes. “You probably say that to all of the ladies,” I tease.

He shakes his head. “No, only you.”

I’m momentarily
speechless by the honesty in his tone. Well, shit. What do I say to that? “Thank you,” I murmur, probably sounding so lame.

“You’re welcome. And thank you for a wonderful first date. I must say, it was one for the record books,” he snickers.

I elbow him in the gut, making him grunt. “Shut up.” I chuckle.

He straightens and turns me around to face him. “Honestly, I really enjoyed myself,” he says sincerely, as he strokes his large hands up and down my arms.

I smile. “Yeah, me, too.”

“We can do this again, right? My turn to treat.”

I nod. “Most definitely.”

“Great.” He smirks and gives me a peck on the lips. “Now, I really have
to get ready for work. You are welcome to stay and keep me company while I do.”

I agree to stay. I follow Calvin into his bedroom where he pulls out clothes to wear and lays it on his bed. I hang out on his bed while he takes a quick shower. He comes back into the bedroom in just his towel and I seriously have to fight back the urge to jump him. All that sexy caramel skin on display is too much for me to handle. He must sense my arousal because
he dresses quickly. I think he’s trying to behave, too. When he’s all ready to go, he walks me out to my car, kisses me stupid, then sends me on my way. Damn, what is this guy doing to me?