“I’m not done with you yet,” I chuckled, returning my attention
to her clit.
I picked up the pace, drawing faster, tighter circles with my tongue as I continued to curl my fingers. The sounds Lara made were sinfully hot, panting and whining and moaning. Her volume grew louder and louder as she approached climax, made obvious by the way the walls of her pussy squeezed my fingers. Lara reached down frantically and laced her fingers in my hair, trying to grab on for some semblance of control.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to–”
Her entire body tensed as climax took her. Her walls pulsed around my fingers as she shuddered against wave after wave of pleasure. Lara breathed hard, chest rising and falling rapidly. She allowed her head to lull to the side, mouth open slightly as she groaned. I removed my fingers and stood up from the bed, making quick work of the front of my pants and pulling my shirt off with great haste. I was pretty sure a couple of buttons near the top popped off in my hurry, but I couldn’t care less. Lying before me was a deeply satisfied, absolutely beautiful woman, and I was incredibly eager to make her cum all over again.
I dropped my pants and pulled my boxers down along with them, my throbbing length springing forth. I shivered when the cool bedroom air rushed against my aching member, tip already leaking with precum. Wasting no time, I immediately reached for the nightstand’s drawer and pulled out a condom. I rolled it over my cock and returned to Lara quickly, grabbing her by the hips and turning her over.
“Get on your knees,” I growled, voice rough and low.
Lara did as I asked without complaint, bracing herself up on her knees and elbows. I licked my lips, drinking in the image of her ass up in the air and her face pressed against the sheets. Her hairs spilled onto the bed, revealing her pretty neck and dainty shoulders. I exhaled slowly, unable to wait any longer. The time to show restraint had long since passed. I grabbed my shaft and aligned the head of my cock with her tight little pussy, pressing into her as slowly as I dared. An electric sensation bloomed from within me, sending tingles down the lengths of my arms and legs and ending in my fingers and toes. I groaned, overwhelmed by Lara’s wet warmth.
“You ready?” I asked.
She managed to nod.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you want me.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Chuck, please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
I leaned forward and snaked one arm beneath her, grasping onto one of her breasts. I sucked on the delicate skin of her neck, running my tongue over the area that was sure to bruise. I snapped my hips into her relentlessly, spurred on by the raging fire inside my gut. It was an intense sensation, a feeling I’d long since forgotten. It had never been like this with Sandy, even when we were first going out. I’d always felt that our relationship was one-sided, like I was giving her everything while she only ever met me halfway. But Lara was different. She was here, present; enjoying everything I could give her.
I fucked her hard, just as she’d asked, filling her over and over again until her knees gave out. I pounded her tight pussy frantically, searching for that sweet friction I knew was just around the corner. The noises she made were absolutely filthy, and I honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way. I thrust into her hard enough to have her lying flat on her stomach, legs spread for me as wide as she could go. The threat of climax was fast approaching, and I didn’t even think to restrain myself. I slid my dick in and out of her a few more times before a blinding white pleasure overtook all of my senses.
“Lara,” I groaned, sucking hard on her neck.
We found ourselves lying there for a moment, panting in tandem as we slowly came down from our highs. Once the strength returned to my body, I pulled out and rolled onto my side, scooping Lara into my arms. She tilted her head up and smiled at me, eyes heavy with sleep. I kissed her forehead, unable to resist her charming face. Exhaustion overtook us moments later, a welcome thing after the night we’d had.
9
Lara
The next time we saw each other was on Wednesday’s workshop. We tried to be professional, but I was fairly certain the rest of my peers knew that there was something going on. Chuck and I couldn’t stop glancing over at one another, making quick flirtatious quips to fill the silence. We didn’t even need to say anything for people to know. Something about the air around us felt different, like walking through a static minefield of electricity. People could tell by the way Chuck smiled at me, the way he looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
“Today,” he said at the start of the workshop, “we will be starting off with a writing warm up. I want you to take everything I’ve taught you so far to create a short story, no more than two thousand words. You can write about whatever you’d like, but it has to include a talking fish and chicken fingers.”
One of the younger boys in the front row curled his face up. “A talking fish and chicken fingers? That’s a little random, isn’t it?”
Chuck grinned, looking at me instead of the kid. “It’s supposed to be a challenge. Put your imagination to good use. You’ll all have half an hour to come up with something while I prepare for the rest of the class. Lara, would you mind helping me bring something out of storage?”
I looked up, a little surprised that he called on me. “Oh, sure,” I said.
Chuck and I walked away, leaving the rest of the workshop to their assignments. We made our way down the hall and downstairs into Ramen Book’s storage room. The old wooden stairs were incredibly steep, so I had to hold onto the railing for support. Given how dangerous the descent was, it was no surprise that Alistair had hired me as a helping hand. That sweet old man would have had a hell of a time getting up and down those steps. The stairs creaked in protest under our weight, the store’s wooden frame whining in greeting. I’d never particularly liked going down to the storage room because it was dark and dusty, but now that Chuck was with me, I honestly didn’t mind.
There were shelves upon shelves of store supplies, including massive boxes of loose-leaf paper, cashier receipt rolls, cleaning supplies, and more. There were even a few shelves with excess books we had to file away in order to make room for more recent publications in the corner, a light layer of dust blanketing their covers. I turned to him after flicking on the storage room lights. “What did you need help with?” I asked. In response, Chuck captured me in a deep kiss, easily threading his fingers through my hair and cupping my cheeks to hold me close. When we broke away, I laughed aloud, grasping at his shirt collar to pull him back in.
I liked the way he kissed me. His rough beard scratched my chin, and his mouth was just the right level of commanding. Chuck never took more than he thought he was allowed, but always managed to push the limits and test the waters. I circled his waist with my arms and pressed forward, more than aware of the growing erection between his legs. I moved quickly, dropping to my knees as my nimble fingers undid his belt and unzipped the front of his pants. There was no telling if someone would come looking for us, so time was of the essence. I hooked my fingers over the edge of his boxer’s waist band and pulled the fabric down, freeing his swollen cock.
I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft and teased the head of his dick with the tip of my tongue, lapping up the precum. Chuck tasted a bit salty, but not in an unpleasant way. He shivered at the contact, which only served to spur me forward. I wrapped my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around, delighted by Chuck’s languid sigh of relief. Hollowing my cheeks, I took him into my mouth inch by inch until my nose brushed up against the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. Chuck was huge, much too large for me to take all the way. When his throbbing member hit the back of my throat, I nearly gagged in surprise. I had to take a deep breath in through the nose and work through it, focusing on pleasing him above all else.
I bobbed my head back and forth, slicking Chuck’s cock with the flat of my tongue while sucking with even pressure. He placed a hand on the top of my head, the other cupping my cheek, as he squeezed his eyes closed to concentrate.
“Jesus, Lara,” he moaned.