Page 56 of Dirty Chorus

“I feel like you’re using me. I’m over here wanting to take it slow, but you're using me.”

“No I’m not. I’ve wanted everything... I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to... I wanted to blow you better than that other girl. I want something more with you and I don’t know why!”

“Then what the hell?” I attempt to lift up my arms, but they're heavier than granite. “I’ve got nothing to do with college bullshit.”

“I want to sleep with you. I want to date you.”

“I think you like the idea of me, and you’re playing with my emotions.” I tingle all over, my legs numb, my brain about to shut the entire system down as I sink further to the floor. “I can sleep with women, but you’re...” I wipe my face, the hot and cold flashes running over my body. “I think we should sleep this off and talk tomorrow... I can’t have this conversation with you.”

“I want you, please.”

I want you too. But if I cave in, am I going to waste my time at the bottom of the earth waiting for her to come find me? I rest my arm against the chair and pull myself up. Charlie trembles as she stands up, so I cup her hand and we trudge down the hall. I swear I walk along the walls and roof, and when I reach the spare bedroom, I swear the bed is upside down, but it’s the rum.

Charlie crawls onto the bed, cuddling up against a pillow.

“Noah... wait...” she begs under her breath. I attempt to turn on a heel, but she clenches a fist with knuckles white as snow against my shirt, tugging me to the bed.

I’m so dizzy.

I don’t think I can make it to the couch on the other side of the house. I’ll have to crawl on my knees or sleep a few hours on the carpeted floor.

Her eyes scan me as I lean over her, and I feel like I’m going to black out if I get any closer to her. When her soft hands find my chest and run up my neck, I let out a tortured groan. I’m paralyzed by my own will as she pushes my shirt up, forcing me to throw it over my head. She runs soft warm fingers over my abs, trailing over my different tattoos. They cross the light-red carp with water splashing in the background. She starts kissing my stomach, her tongue hot as she nips at my skin, sucking and pinching it lightly with her teeth.

I wrap a hand around her throat, bringing her gaze up to mine. Her grey eyes are heavy and close seconds before I kiss her. My back collapses onto the comforter, and she climbs on top of me, her thighs straddle me as she grinds against my shaft.

I’m too drunk. My dick should be shriveling up, but it’s rock hard for her. “Please... I want you... I...I...” she moans between my lips as I squeeze the base of her neck a bit more and she whimpers. “I don’t want him.”

She tastes intoxicated, but I’m no different. I’m way over the driving limit, and probably way over any rational decision-making at this point. I’m horny, heartbroken every waking second of my life, and I want to feel her. When she opens her mouth for me, my tongue dips into her mouth, and she sucks on my tongue, drugging me, making me more intoxicated than I already am.

“Fuck... we...” I groan into her mouth as she humps my dick so hard I might shoot right into my pants. I release my grip on her throat and grasp her hips, with my head digging into the mattress. “You’re drunk...”

“So are you. Who cares?”

My dick strains with each thrust of her hips. I’m not helping her stop. I’m setting her pace with my hands as I groan and hiss. Those fingers with hot pink nails are on me, one tugging my jeans away from my straining dick while the other eases my zipper open. She pulls and tugs until they’re at my waist.

“I want you.” She licks her lips, entranced by the bulge in my boxers. “More than any of those... those guys.” She moans, with a hungry look on her face. “I don’t want you with groupies. I want you to be with me.” She yanks hard at my jeans, attempting to pull them further down my waist, and I lift my ass enough for her to rip them down to my knees. I kick the rest of them off and they hang over the edge of the bed. “Please... tell me why you don’t want me back?” She tugs the band of my boxers open and pulls out my dick.

Silence fills my ears until she exhales a ragged breath that must have been caught in her chest. She wraps her fingers around my dick, squeezing it and slowly pumping it.

“Fuck...” I lean my head back, but I wanna watch her jerk me. She runs a thumb over the tip as warm pre-cum drips out, and she lowers her head, licking my slit. Her eyes are fixed on me, fierce like a feline watching its prey.

“Noah...” she begs and works me, stroking up and down.

I can’t say it to her. If I try to say anything at all, I’ll tell her I want more than just a release. I want all of her. Every little piece. Her hands are gentle, and I wish she could handle my heart the way she handles my dick. She clamps her lips around the head and swirls her tongue over it. My vision tunnels and spins, everything around me goes in constant circles, and I can’t drag my feet on the ground to make it stop. The wet heat of her mouth bobbing up and down my length makes my dick swell up, my balls aching as my orgasm builds.

I groan as I try to resist the temptation to grab a fistful of hair and pound into the back of her throat. I’m going to explode like a fire hydrant. I’ve gotta ground myself. Usually I can explode in a girl’s mouth, get hard again and fuck them silly until their pussy is swollen and engorged. I can even go until I’m unpacking another load. But I’m not typically this drunk, and the fear of going limp after this is causing me more anxiety than I’d like.

I’ve gotta stop myself from blowing up in her mouth. What do I see? The door was wide open, her cleavage bouncing up and down. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. What else? The walls are white, and the curtains are open. I see her moaning as she takes my entire length into her mouth. Not helping – my balls are on fire. I want to explode so badly, I groan, jerking into her mouth.

Concentrate. What do I smell? The sheets. They're clean. The pizza lingers in the air. Then I smell her – the vanilla and the strawberry mixed with me sweating. God, she smells so good. Screw thinking about things I can feel. It’s all her, all things Charlie. Her soft lips, her hot wet tongue, her hands stroking me. Shit, I’m too close.

I groan as her tongue swirls and slurps over me again and again, drenching my shaft in saliva as she pulls up and goes back down. Her hands wrap around my now lubricated shaft and start to pump, rotating right at my tip. She laps her tongue along my slit, and I groan as she suctions me up. I’m almost there before she stops.

Oh, thank fucking god.

“Charlie... what are you doing?” She’s fighting with the zipper on the side of her skirt. I use an elbow to sit up, and help, unzipping them, then grabbing her hips and throwing her onto the bed with force.

They’re tight around her hips as I tug and pull, and she starts kicking them off. I’ve taken her underwear and all, tossing it to the floor. She props herself up, grasping the seam of her shirt, tugging it over her head, but I fist that up too, and toss it. No bra, which makes my dick twitch for release. It’s throbbing, begging to throw her hands above her head and just take her innocence right now.