Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

K eep the Reviews for the End

Charlotte

I’ve never done anything like this in my life. When I started dating Raphael, it was a very slow progression and we had a class together. I don’t know this guy from Adam.

“Don’t we need beach chairs or something?” I ask Finn.

“I’ve got blankets in my trunk,” he says.

“Of course you do,” I mutter.

“We don’t need to do anything, Charlie. You’re beautiful, so if you are up for forgetting about that jerk, I can help you, but we can just chill or whatever,” he says and I take in his long arms as he drives. He’s so muscular his veins pop on his forearms. Damn.

I blow out a breath. He may not be Mr. Cheery, but he doesn’t seem like he is lying.

We arrive to the beach and Finn grabs a couple of blankets from his trunk. He also has a case of water and he grabs a couple bottles.

We walk over to the beachfront, silence blanketing the space between us. I’m seriously questioning my sanity right now.

“This is beautiful. I’ve never been here at night.” I need to break the silence while ensuring he knows I am not the type of girl who hooks up with strangers.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” he murmurs. He really is a man of few words.

“Why’s that?” I ask curiously.

“You seem like a good girl and good girls don’t come here at night,” he states the obvious.

“But you come here,” I say because, damn, even though he’s a science nerd, with the way he looks he must be a fuckboy.

“I do,” he deadpans.

“Gosh, I can’t believe I came here with a fuckboy,” I say out loud. Regretting the words the moment they leave my lips.

Finn raises his brows.

“You just say it like it is,” he remarks, shaking his head but a hint of laughter tickles his lips.

“Was that a smile?” I ask.

Whatever curve tilted his lips is now gone. “No.”

He lays out the blanket and we sit side by side.

I lean over and kiss him. Our lips smack together, and he isn’t expecting it.

“Whoa,” he says. “Wait. Take a deep breath.”

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this. Probably why Raphael went looking elsewhere.” I turn away from him, embarrassed by my little outburst.

“Hey.” He moves in and tilts my chin so I’m looking him in the eyes. “Charlie, you’re gorgeous, Raphael was an idiot. I highly doubt there is anything wrong with you.” He leans in slowly, his hand coming up to my chin, his thumb gently brushing my skin. He moves closer until his lips softly brush mine. Sparks erupt low in my belly.

Finn shifts until he has me on my back and he’s hovering above me. I have to admit he is smooth, but that isn’t surprising with how good-looking he is.

“You’re a really good kisser,” I blurt.

“Maybe you can keep the reviews for the end.”

“Right, okay,” I babble. His lips press to mine. Heat unfurls between us, spreading like fire. I wrap my arms around his neck. Our tongues lash out as my breathing picks up and his hard length settles firmly between my legs. Holy shit, he is packing.

“Do you want me to go down on you?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly.

“Um, what?” I splutter.

“Want me to lick your pussy?” he clarifies.

I don’t answer and he gives me a curious look. “Did asshole not go down on you?”

I shake my head feeling so embarrassed at the thought that he wants to put his head between my legs.

Finn hisses and mutters a string of expletives.

“Will you let me go down on you?” he asks.

“Is that something you want to do?” I ask in return, feeling so out of my element.

His brows furrow. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.”

“Okay.” My tone is high-pitched because, what exactly did I just agree to?

“Take off your panties,” he orders, his tone firm and demanding. I slip them off, liking how assertive he is. Finn shifts and dips his head to the apex of my thighs. He lifts my skirt, gathering the material to my waist. I squirm beneath his glare. His green eyes look heated, his breathing faster, and if he didn’t look so turned on I would be covering my eyes and asking for mercy. He slowly spreads kisses on my inner thigh and my thighs begin to quake. I am so wet and needy for this stranger it doesn’t make sense. When his tongue makes contact with my clit, my eyes roll to the back of my head. A loud moan, along with a bunch of curses, escapes my lips.

“Oh, that feels really good,” I moan.

I look down to see that tickle of a smirk on his lips again, it seems like I entertain him or something. I struggle to keep my eyes open as his tongue picks up speed and I cry out in ecstasy.

“Holy shit, I’m going to come.” My voice is filled with alarm. “That. . . can’t be.”

I moan some more, basking in this intense feeling of euphoria, feeling like my whole world is about to change. I admitted to Finn that Raph couldn’t get me off, but what I didn’t say was I never had an orgasm with anyone, including myself.

“By how swollen you are, I’d say it’s impending,” he confirms, pausing for a torturous second.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, and he gets back to making torturously delicious strokes with his tongue. When did I become demanding with a stranger? Heat swirls low in my belly. A tsunami is slowly building inside me, getting ready to erupt. And then I tip over the edge, coming so hard colors fly past my vision. My body shakes and I pull away from the intensity, but Finn holds me in place with his strong hands as his tongue draws out every last ounce of ecstasy. It takes me time to come down from my high and catch my breath.

When I am coherent enough, I say, “Let me give you a blow job.”

“That’s all right, Charlie,” he assures, like he wasn’t expecting those words from me. “I’m happy I could make you feel good.”

Feel good is a gross understatement, I chortle in my head.

“Do you not want me to?” I ask, feeling slightly offended.

“No, I want you to.” His tone drips enthusiasm. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated.” His answer leads me to think my initial impression of him was right, he isn’t a bad guy. He sure as hell knows how to treat a woman’s body.

“I’ve never come like that before,” I confess, even though I am probably not supposed to divulge that information.

He laughs. His shoulders are full-on shaking. I seriously didn’t think this guy was capable of laughing.

“Are you laughing at me or with me?” I ask.

“With you, Charlie. Your honesty is refreshing.”

“Please let me blow you. Raphael said I did it wrong. I want to know what you think,” I plead. He’s a stranger and I’ll never see him again, so this is my chance to test my skills.

He hisses. “Your begging is kinda sexy,” he admits, giving me a sardonic grin.

I smack his shoulder and laugh. “Play nice.”

“I don’t play nice, Charlie, you should know up front. I don’t make promises either.”

“I’m good with that,” I assure.

“Now, can I take care of that hard-on you’re sporting?” My eyes drop to his crotch. I wasn’t kidding. His dick must be huge and the fact I’ve said those words out loud makes me question who I really am, because I have never begged to give a guy head before. I kind of disliked giving Raphael head. He would aggressively push my head and tell me to take it. Maybe I was just not as in to him as I thought. I’m beginning to think it was the idea of him that intrigued me more, because the guy sitting next to me gave me the best orgasm of my life. I don’t even know how it’s possible.

Finn is watching the water while leaning back on his palms. He turns his head and invites, “Have at it.”

It’s not that I need guidance, but I need guidance. Do I unzip the zipper on his jeans? How do I access his dick?

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Should I . . . help you with your jeans?” I ask bashfully.

He licks his lips. “Do you actually want to do this?”

“Yes.”

Finn shifts and lowers his jeans to his knees, along with his boxers.

I stare at his dick. It’s long and thick and so beautiful my mouth waters. Geez! Have I ever called a dick beautiful? His really is. It makes my pussy clench just taking him in.

He’s already hard so I am guessing it’s a good sign.

I dip my head and take his hard length in the fist of my hand. He lets out a low hiss as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I begin to move, sucking him in, bobbing my head up and down while licking his crown. He begins to curse.

“Shit, Charlie,” he swears.

I’m thinking by the way he’s breathing and his dick is bobbing, he’s enjoying himself. He grows harder. I can’t get his whole length in my mouth because, hell, his dick must be nine inches long and it’s physically impossible. However, I take what I can get and wrap my fist on the part I can’t, pumping him along with the motion of my mouth.

“Fuck yes, that motherfucker didn’t know what he was talking about. You are sucking me off so good.”

His words encourage me. I take him to the back of my throat, gagging a little. He runs his fingers in my hair and when he does a small moan breaks free from me. I’m impossibly wet from blowing this guy. I don’t even know what’s happening. He must be the best-looking guy I have ever been with, but there is also chemistry here.

“I’m going to come, so if you don’t swallow you’ll want to move,” he warns.

“Come,” I mutter, moving my mouth for a brief moment. I pick up the pace and he sprays into my mouth, and I lick up every last drop.

When he’s done, he takes a deep breath and says, “Fuck me.”

“Is that good?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says and he’s still breathing hard.

He gets dressed and I find my panties.

“Are we done here, because I could’ve sworn I heard you moan when you were getting me off,” he notes.

“You heard right.”

“Come here,” he instructs. “Lie back.”

He lies back too and I move into the crook of his arm.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

I’m in no position to say no. I’m dripping for this guy and I can’t seem to understand why.

I nod.

He holds me close to his warm body and I shiver. He moves to take the extra blanket to cover us.

Then his fingers dip between my folds. The underwear I was holding in my hands falls beside me and I grip the blanket.

“Fuck, Charlie, you’re soaked. Sucking my dick made you this wet, huh?”

“I don’t understand it,” I reply as his fingers pick up pace, rubbing my wetness around over my clit and down to my seam. When he inserts his fingers and begins to pump, my eyes lull shut and soft moans escape me.

“You’re hot for me,” he states.

I can’t even answer him because I am not just hot for him, he is literally making my body combust.

I come hard as he plays with my clit while fingering me. When I come down, I fall on my back and look at him. He places his fingers in his mouth and sucks on them.

“You taste good.”

I have no words. I’m left completely dumbfounded. My phone buzzes and I see I have an email from Ryan, Professor Burton’s assistant.

Dear Ms. Morgan,

I hope you are doing okay. If for any reason you feel the need, please remember the student health and wellness department is open every day of the week with an emergency line.

I just wanted to touch base and let you know that you have been placed with the Riverside U hockey team. I know you were hoping for the basketball team, however, they did not have a placement available at this time.

Good luck with your placement. You are to meet with the hockey coaches at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow at the sports complex. Ask for Coach Bailey.

Best,

Ryan Wang, PhD Candidate

Riverside U Communications Department.

Damn. I don’t know anything about hockey.

“Is everything okay?” Finn asks, looking sleepy lying on his side.

I yawn, “I guess.”

“Why don’t we rest for a bit? I’m exhausted,” Finn suggests.

“Me too, my body feels completely and utterly spent.”

“Orgasms were that good, huh?”

“Damn, you’re cocky,” I reply.

“You say it as if it’s a bad thing,” he teases.

I lie down, feeling like I just need a quick nap to restore my energy. The air is warm and the sound of the waves lapping onto the beach has me fighting to keep my eyes open. They flutter shut and I fall into a deep slumber.