Lynelle

Char took her hand and led her into his bathroom. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled his sweatpants and boxers off. She got the hint and busied herself with taking off her own clothes as he ran the water.

Once she was done, he had already stepped in. She joined him under the warm shower and closed the glass door behind her. Char pulled her close and kissed her as she wet her hair under the water. She had just showered, but it didn't matter.

She pulled away to make sure he got wet too, but immediately got distracted by his body. Her eyes ran from his face, down to his shoulders, to his torso, to his hips... wait. Was that...

It was! A tattoo.

Char noticed her staring and smirked, taking her hand and rubbing her thumb over it. It was a little black heart low on his hip, right under his hip bone. The sight of that little heart on his unbelievably hard, masculine body set her aflame.

"Didn't expect you to have a tattoo," she muttered over the sound of the water. He shrugged.

Lynelle sank to her knees in the shower, to get a closer look at it. She kissed the little inked heart, and he cursed under his breath.

"This--" she kissed it again-- "is such a sexy place." And it was.

He rested a hand on her head and his hips flinched ever so slightly. "Sensitive, too," he mumbled.

She looked up at him and his dark eyes, and sucked on the spot where the tattoo was. She let go of his skin with a pop, then licked it as if she was soothing it.

Char groaned and leaned back against the wall, even though the wet surface must have been freezing against his skin. She lightly bit the area, watching him innocently, and he threw his head back against the wall. This was fun.

She glanced to the side at his raging erection that was right next to her face. He looked down and smiled darkly at her.

"Well? That's your fault, isn't it, love? Aren't you going to take care of it?"

"Take care of it, Daddy?" she asked, acting innocent, like she didn't know what he meant. She was pretty sure Char had a thing for corrupting her.

"Yes, that's right. C'mere." He wrapped his hands in her hair and guided her so she was in front of his cock. "Put your lips around it -- like that, perfect -- then suck on it like a lollipop. Fuck, that's it. Move your head -- yeah." She dropped the pretense of not knowing how, and sucked him all the way into her throat for a couple seconds before backing off and running her tongue over the tip, where she knew he would be sensitive.

Char tightened his grip on her hair, pulling it until she was moaning around his cock.

"Shit. What a good girl. Good little fuckin' slut, sucking my cock like that. I bet you're fucking loving this. Why don't you touch yourself while I fuck your mouth?" She moaned and her hand immediately found the wet parts between her legs and she started rubbing her clit, watching him.

He used his hands in her hair to hold her steady while he gently thrust into her mouth. Lynelle hummed around his cock, knowing how he went crazy when she did that.

As she predicted, he let out a raspy groan and roughened his thrusts into her mouth. She slid two fingers inside her pussy, feeling a little bit of disappointment at how she didn't feel that full. Her guys did it better, with their long, thick fingers.

She tried not to gag, but her throat did contract around his cock a few times. She was worried he would be concerned and stop, but he just moaned and threw his head back, cursing.

She tried to look at Char for as long as she could, but as she got closer she had to let her eyes fall closed.

"Nope. Eyes on me, love. I know you like to get all sleepy when you feel good, but I want to see the look on your cute little face when you cum with my cock in your mouth."

She snapped her eyes up to his and didn't let them drift away from his face as she fucked herself over the edge. She leaned closer to him, taking more of his cock down her throat, and moaned out her orgasm. Her hand kept frantically working her pussy.

Char went rigid as she took him deeper into her mouth, and had a death grip on her as his cock twitched in her mouth. She swallowed around him, and he made a rough whimpering sound as he started cumming.

Like Max did last time, Char tried to pull out, but she didn't let him. It was more fun this way. She swallowed as he came into her mouth, thrusting his hips.

Once he was finished, she pulled away from him, gave his tattoo one last kiss, and stood up on unsteady legs.

Char smiled and moved them so they were together under the water. He washed her hair, and she reached up and washed his, even though her arms burned. He took his time washing her whole body, and she took her time washing his abs and dick until he was hard again.

When they were done, he reached to turn off the water. When he turned back, Lynelle stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Just because.

He kissed her back, gently, and carefully stepped them out of the shower without breaking the kiss. He did pull away, though, when he had grabbed a towel for her. He dried her, then got another towel and dried himself. Char tied the towel around his waist and scooped up her clothes, guiding them across the hall to her room.

She dressed herself in comfy pajama clothes while he watched, so she arched her back a little extra for him and put a little sway in her walk.

When she got back to where he was waiting on her bed, she was expecting him to cuddle her or something, but instead he rolled so she was pinned beneath him.

"You like to tease us, and then you act all surprised when we react."

"It's fun. What are you gonna do about it?" she challenged.

"Nothing I wasn't already planning on doing, love. I want to fuck you in your own bed. Fuck you so good that every time you go to fall asleep you remember this and get all needy."

She went to snark back, but closed her mouth, finding herself flustered and speechless. Do it.