Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg7

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg7

   “Whoa!”

   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.

   “Wow,” I look at Charlie in awe, amazed by his agility. Just now, he was like Peter Parker using his Spidey-sense, no mistake. “Your skills are thrilling in every way, aren’t they?”

   “There’s something even more thrilling than me taking off your pants.”

   It sounds like boasting, but by nature, Charlie isn’t one to brag. He doesn’t say anything he’s not confident about, so whenever I see that confidence radiating from him, I know what’s coming will always be better than what he claims.

   “Ah…” It’s like I want to cry out with every move he makes, but I can’t. All I can do is pant heavily, letting only faint sounds escape. Right now, the noise of the sofa battling Charlie’s force is probably louder than anything else in the house. “Cha… Charlie,” I’m exhausted.

   “Yeah?” Charlie responds, his voice tinged with a slight pant but still far more composed than mine. “What’s up?”

   I forgot what I was going to say.

   Why did I call out to Charlie again?

   “You call me and then don’t say anything?” Charlie chuckles softly. “Or did you just feel like calling my name?”

   “Forgot what I was gonna say,” I replied, lifting my arms to wrap around the neck of the guy on top. With just a gentle tug, the handsome dude leaned down to hug me without needing to be told.

   “Cute,” Since I’d forgotten what I was going to say, Charlie took it upon himself to speak for me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, dragging his lips along my skin while his hips moved in an increasingly rapid rhythm, matching the surge of passion. The sound of his panting mixed with his shaky voice right by my ear sent a feverish heat through my entire body. “Mmm… beautiful.”

   I’ll admit, I feel a ticklish thrill every time Charlie calls me beautiful, but it’s a tickle that feels damn good. I don’t think it’s weird to feel good about it, since it’s a compliment straight from Charlie’s heart. He just wants to tell me how gorgeous I am in his eyes, and what’s wrong with feeling good about that, right?

   The sounds of our panting and moaning filled the living room, sweat coating both our bodies. It felt like forever that our bodies were locked together, but Charlie showed no signs of being “satisfied” anytime soon. Several positions later, and countless kisses pressed onto my body, every touch was so overwhelming that I could feel my moment approaching fast.

   Just as everything was climbing to the ceiling, a low, buzzing vibration cut through.

   Charlie’s phone, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, was buzzing like it was possessed.

   “Mmm… don’t,” I grabbed Charlie’s face, forcing him to look at me instead of that stupid phone. “Call back later.”

   “But it’s Chris…”

   “Papa,” I said sharply when it seemed Charlie was more interested in the incoming call from that doctor who looks like Way than what we were doing right now. “Is this really the time?”

   “But what if it’s urgent?”

   “How urgent could it be? Can’t it wait a minute?”

   Seeing that I was starting to get annoyed, Charlie finally gave in. He nodded lightly, like, Alright, alright, Babe comes first, before leaning down to kiss me and pick up where we left off. Once Charlie was focused on me again, the mood that had faltered snapped back instantly. I hugged his strong frame tightly—the tighter I held him, the harder he went. For me and Charlie, we’re so in tune with each other’s desires that words aren’t even necessary anymore. I don’t need to say harder or faster because Charlie knows exactly where my paradise lies.

   And it’s close… so close now…

   The phone buzzed again.

   But this time, Charlie didn’t even lift his head from the crook of my neck, which was perfect. He shouldn’t be thinking about anything but me right now. In Charlie’s head, it should be Babe, Baba, and nothing else—just like my body is all about him.

   “…Ah.”

   I moaned loudly, competing with the phone’s buzzing, but it seemed that damn rectangle was fighting back. It went quiet for a few seconds before starting up with that infuriating noise again. No matter how loudly I moaned into Charlie’s ear, my senses were still hyper-aware of it.

   “Ugh! Just answer it already!”

   In the end, I was the one who caved. I turned my face away from Charlie’s kiss and gently pushed his chest, signaling him to stop nuzzling me and just answer the damn phone already before I lost my mind.

   Charlie sighed. He gently rubbed my head before stepping away to answer the phone, looking somewhat relieved to get the call. He must have been holding his nerves in check earlier, worried I’d be mad. If I hadn’t told him to take it, Charlie probably would’ve endured until this round of sex was over.

   “Yes, Chris.”

   Charlie spoke into the phone while I lay on the couch, eyes wide, because instead of stepping away to talk properly, the mysterious Charlie took the call, speaking in the most normal tone, even though our situation was still very much unresolved, mid-position.

   “Oh… yeah.”

   His mouth was talking, but Charlie’s free hand was still rubbing my stomach playfully, as if he was completely oblivious to the current situation. I lightly swatted his arm, mouthing silently, “Are you crazy?” Charlie looked at me calmly, shrugged, and mouthed back, “We’ll continue later.”

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