Chapter 2
Charlotte POV
My own hand slipped under my skirt, fingers pressing right against my soaked panties, rubbing slow circles over my c**t through the thin fabric.
The pressure felt incredible, sending little sparks through my body, but it was not enough, not even close, because what I really craved was him, his touch, his mouth, his c**k.
I watched Alex’s face twist with need as he groaned louder, his strokes getting faster on his thick shaft, his other hand digging into the couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life.
His hips bucked up a bit, pushing into his fist, and I could see how desperate he looked, his lips parted, his tongue sliding out to wet them as his eyes locked on my hand moving under my skirt.
My n*****s got even harder, poking against my blouse, and
