Chapter Thirty- Five

CHARITY POV

“Fuck.” Fletcher groans, his lips smashing to mine, arms pulling me closer. My fingers travel from his neck down to his shoulders, enjoying the way he shivers while I explore the definition and dips. His hand travels up my spine, driving me mad, wanting more of him. My hips roll against his hardness, separated by the fabric of his sweats. He continues his ascent, grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking my head back to give him better access to my neck.

Fletcher’s tongue licks my neck, while his teeth nip my most sensitive spots. I’m a moaning, quivering mess, rocking against him, my core pulsing with the need for release. “Matt and I are going to have so much fun fucking you.”

My secret fantasies float to the surface, heightening my arousal. Fog clouds my brain while my senses are in overdrive. Every caress, sending mass waves of electricity from head to toe. While one arm supports my back, his free palm brushes along my outer thigh, up my hip. He doesn’t stop there until his