Out of Focus (Love in LA #3)

“Aegis handles the security for this building, and I know all the people that work for me. Or, at the very least, they know me.” I wince, realizing I never asked for permission to do this. Shit. “I can stop. I’ll call up. I never asked you if you were okay with me coming up, and I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine with it.” She waves a hand in the air, dismissing the topic entirely. “Since when does your company do the security for this building?” She crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing at me. Shit. I’ve been caught.

“Um. Would you believe me if I said always?” I scratch the back of my neck, and her eyes narrow further, giving me my answer. “Fine. Since I found out you moved here.” I shove my hands into my jeans pockets to stop myself from fidgeting.

Her arms lower and her eyes widen. “Why? Why did you do that?”

I shrug as worry seeps in. She might think I’ve overstepped. I have no idea. Here goes. “Because the company that was doing it before was absolute shit. I looked into them, and I didn’t like what was going on, so I found a way to take over their contract and now here we are. No big deal. You ready to go?”

“No,” she answers. “I have a question.” My head shoots up, expecting to see anger, disappointment, or annoyance. Instead, I’m met with blue eyes that are ablaze. “Have you been tested for STDs lately, and if so were your results clear?”

I have no clue what’s going through her head, but I answer. “After my last partner. All clear.”

Charlie grabs at the lapels of my jacket and pulls me to her. “How dare you look this good at nine o’clock in the morning and be this thoughtful all the damn time.” She all but climbs my body, then crushes her lips to mine. I don’t miss a beat. My hands are on her, greedy for every inch of those delicious curves. Pulling her lips off mine, she stretches her neck, silently asking for my lips there. “Did you tell them a time? Are we going to be late if we?—”

“No, I didn’t,” I answer quickly. “If we what?” Her skin is already that perfect pink; flushed and warm for me.

“If we have another lesson. There’s something I want to cross off the list.” Her hands roam over my back, nails scratching deliciously at the skin. Then, she lowers to her knees in front of me, and I whimper at the sight. I must be dreaming, so I don’t stop her as she works the button on my jeans. Dropping my jacket to the floor, I pull my shirt off, watching those curious blue eyes as they map out my skin. “Blimey, it is better than the apron.” Her hands continue working, and with her fingers wrapped around the waistband of my boxer briefs, she looks up at me. “May I?”

“Fuck, yes.” My voice is already strangled. Charlie is on her knees. For me. I’m so hard it hurts.

“Tell me what to do. I’ve never done this.” Her eyes lock with mine, and slowly, so painfully and deliciously slowly, she lowers my pants and underwear at the same time.

With her eyes steady on mine, she rubs her hands up my thighs and continues her exploration, fingers skimming the ridges of my abs. When her gaze finally lowers, her eyes widen, her lips pursing as she swallows hard.

“Wow. Um. This is… you’re so… big. Thick.” The tip of her finger skims around the head of my cock, then she runs it down to the base, and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep my groan inside. Charlie is touching me. Fuck. Think about something else. Baseball. Puppies. Anything less sexy than this right now.

Her fingers wrap around me, and she gives me a slow, steady pump as if getting acquainted with my cock. “Raf?” I force my eyes open, not having realized I’d closed them. “What do you want me to do?”

“Lick it,” I answer without hesitating. “Please.” Can’t forget my manners. Her tongue follows the same path as her finger, then she swirls it around the tip. “Again,” I beg. She licks and licks until I’m completely coated in her spit. “Now, wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock.”

She gasps but does exactly what’s asked of her. With one hand wrapped around the base, she sticks out her tongue and takes me in her mouth little by little, adjusting to the invasion.

When she moans around me, my hands instinctively go to her head, holding her in place. She takes more of me in, panting as she tries to breathe around me. “If it’s too much, you can stop,” I tell her, moving my hand back to my side. She shakes her head and reaches for my hand, placing it back in her hair, and I nearly lose my fucking mind. She takes me deeper, moaning again. I pull back, and she lets me go with a pop. “Catch your breath, red. And when you take me back in your mouth, take slow breaths through your nose.”

She catches her breath, spits on her hand, and starts to pump my cock in a slow rhythm. “Am I doing okay? You can tell me.”

“Better than okay. You’re perfect.” Hearing my praise, she squeezes her thighs together. “That was so fucking hot. Now, work me faster.” She picks up her pace and takes me back into her mouth, continuing to use her hand as well. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. And when you finish here, I’m gonna finally taste that pussy. Feel how wet you are for me. Would you like that?”

She nods, watery blue eyes connecting with mine.

“You look so gorgeous like this, with my cock in your mouth. Now, suck.” Her cheeks hollow, and I nearly come right then. “S-so good. Ah, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out?” Furrowing her brows, she shakes her head no, then she shocks the hell out of me when she takes my balls in her other hand. She doesn’t stop there. She slips a finger right behind them and presses down on a spot no one has ever touched before, and I come immediately. “Ohhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit, Charlie.” She continues to suck as I come, and on my last shudder, she moves her mouth off me, then she’s standing, eyes wide as saucers, cheeks puffed out. She runs to the kitchen sink and spits into it, then cups some water into her hand and brings it to her mouth to swish around.

I fight the urge to laugh at the scene playing out, but I know damn well that would do me no good. She washes and dries her hands then stands at the counter, facing away from me. Giving her a minute, I pull my pants back on, and walk the few steps to the kitchen. Placing my hands on her hips, I take it as a positive sign when she doesn’t move away. I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her shoulder. “Talk to me, gata. What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry. I thought I could, but then it was in there, and I… There was no way…” Her words are muffled as she brings her hands to her face, but she has to know there’s no apology necessary here. I turn her to face me, gently moving her hands to my chest.

I take her face in my hands and start to gently massage around her jaw. “I’m honestly not sure I would enjoy semen being shot into my mouth, so I don’t blame you. Not even a little bit. Is your jaw okay? Does it hurt?”

She lets out a low hum, not answering the question, and when I tip her face up to me, she lets me. “No, I’m okay. You’re not disappointed?”

“Disa—no! No. That was… oh my God, I don’t even have words for what that was. How did you know to slip your finger there? That’s never… I’ve never… that was incredible. I’m gonna be thinking about this for the rest of my life, shortcake.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, smiling around the movement.

She shrugs, inching her hands further up my chest, her fingers playing with the few hairs there since I didn’t put my shirt back on. “I read a few articles. I wanted to be good at this.”

“Oh, honey, you are. You’re excellent. The very best.” I pepper her cheeks with kisses, and she giggles. “Now, take off those leggings. Let me see that soaked pussy.”

Her answer is a gasp. “Oh. You still want to? But you don’t have to. It’s not on the list, I?—”