Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg6

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg6

   “What?”

   “Do something.”

   “Do what?” The sly kid tilted his head, pretending to be innocent, acting like he didn’t know what I wanted, even though he was the one who started it.

   “If you don’t do it, I’ll do it myself.”

   “Then tell me what to do.”

   “Like this.”

   If Charlie thought he was skilled enough to challenge me, I wanted to show him it was a hundred years too soon. Even if we’re together, and even if he knows my weaknesses and can easily get to me, that doesn’t mean I’ll always give in. Sometimes Charlie might forget that before we were together, I was Pitbabe, the one who never lost—and yes, I’m not just talking about the racetrack.

   “Hmm…”

   Charlie let out a soft sound from his throat. He pursed his lips slightly as I slowly pressed my hips closer, making sure our bodies connected intimately. Even though we were both still fully clothed, these light shorts didn’t do much to keep us apart. I could still feel him clearly, and Charlie probably felt the same, judging by the vein pulsing at his temple.

   My little pup was trying so hard to hold back.

   “Ah…” Even though I was the one in control, I couldn’t help letting out a sound. Our bodies were heating up, both from the intensity of our emotions and the friction. Charlie’s youthful energy seemed to surge even more. I wasn’t sure where this would end, but what I could feel right now was enough to make my heart race. “Do you know what I want you to do?”

   I whispered to him, but got no answer. Charlie just kept trying to lean in for a kiss, which, honestly, I didn’t mind at all. It was kind of cute how he wanted me so badly he couldn’t hold back, but I wasn’t about to give in so easily.

   “Babe… don’t,” the young man grumbled in frustration. He even raised both hands to hold my face, pulling himself closer, his lips so close they were just a breath away. The desperate look on his face almost made me give in, but at the last second, I changed my mind. “Babe…”

   Charlie whined pitifully, his brows furrowed, lips pouting, his expression a mix of sulky and annoyed. It was one of my favorite looks of his, so I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about this little teasing during such a thrilling moment.

   “Why… not happy when you’re the one getting teased?”

   And honestly, it wasn’t just about fun—there was a bit of revenge mixed in too.

   “Okay, I’m sorry,” Charlie raised his hands in surrender, completely defeated. “I won’t tease anymore, Babe. Can you stop teasing me now?”

   “Why give up so easily?”

   “Because you’re sitting on me, duh. Still asking?”

   I burst out laughing. The sulky kid must’ve been suffering, teased and left wanting over and over with nothing to show for it. For a growing boy, this was probably the cruelest kind of payback.

   “So cute,” I decided to stop teasing Charlie and comforted him with a sweet kiss. It worked like a charm—Glasses kissed back eagerly. He slipped his tongue in, intertwining with mine, sucking and pulling with impatient hunger, probably as heated as our bodies were. The strange thing was, this heat only made us want to hold each other tighter instead of pulling away in frustration.

   “Take it off… hurry,” Charlie mumbled against my lips, while I laughed, delighted. His flustered, panicky demeanor was just so adorable. This might be one of the reasons I was addicted to having sex with him. “Wait, I’ll grab something real quick.”

   “It’s right here,” I knew what “something” Charlie was talking about. Given how often we ended up like this without planning, it wasn’t exactly surprising that there’d be lube in the bottom drawer next to the sofa. “Didn’t you put it there yourself?”

   “I thought you took it to use somewhere else.”

   “There’s always some where it’s supposed to be.”

   “We really shouldn’t invite anyone over to our place. It’s too dangerous.”

   My sex life was never filled with laughter until I met Charlie. I love that we can tease each other even in moments like this. I have to admit, I never knew before that it could make sex mean more than just a physical act. Back in the day, I’d have kicked out any partner who tried to chat during sex out of sheer annoyance. The truth is, it was Charlie who opened the door to this new world I’m in now.

   “Whoops!”

   Beyond the seriously sexy expression, immense physical strength is another thing that emerges when the bespectacled guy gets in the mood. Initially, he ordered me to sit on his lap, but now it seems that’s not enough to satisfy the raging drive within him. Charlie throws me onto the sofa with no restraint, straddling me in a split second while yanking my shorts off my legs faster than light.

   “Take them off… quick,” Charlie says, his lips close to mine, as I laugh with delight. His flustered demeanor is genuinely adorable, and this might be one reason I’m addicted to having sex with him. “Hold on, I’ll grab something real quick.”

   “It’s right here,” I know what “something” Charlie’s referring to. Given our tendency to hook up spontaneously, it’s not exactly strange that lube is stashed in the bottom drawer next to the sofa. “Didn’t you put it there yourself?”

   “Thought you took it to use somewhere else.”

   “There’s always some where it’s supposed to be.”

   “We really shouldn’t invite anyone over to the house. It’s too dangerous.”

   My sex life was never filled with laughter until I met Charlie. I love that we can tease each other even in moments like this, and I have to admit, I never knew it could make sex mean more than just a physical act. Back in the day, I’d have kicked out any partner who tried to chat during sex out of sheer irritation. Truth is, it’s Charlie who opened the door to this new world I’m in now.

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