CharlieThe warm wet press of his tongue upon my clit sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I braced myself with my hands behind me on the table. My wrists ached but I didn’t give a damn as I hung my head back and closed my eyes.Benji worked his tongue in slow circles around my swollen and very sensitive clit. I tried to keep my legs apart for him, but when his slow strokes turned into quick flicks my legs trembled and I lost control of muscles I was not accustomed to letting take over for themselves. My legs tried to close and Benji pushed them apart and left one hand on the inside of each of my thighs to keep them there.His fingers dug into the flesh of my legs while his tongue plunged low to trace my opening.Whimpering, I looked back down at him. I couldn’t look away. He worked with determined ease that had me biting down on my bottom lip as soft moans escaped me and I inched closer and closer to the first climax a man had given me in years.I reached down and ran my fingers t

BenjiHarley dropped down into her seat and signed off on my name while shaking her head and muttering to herself. Charlie sat smiling up at me with her arms crossed under her breasts. She looked hot as hell, but then that wasn’t a surprise. The girl always had my cock twitching every time I saw her and after the show I got last night I knew exactly what was under those tight blue jeans and the red tank top she had on; a wonderland of curves and milky soft skin.I hooked my thumb over my shoulder. “Alright. I’m out of here. Wish me luck.”“You don’t need it,” Harley said.“Good luck,” Charlie said. Her voice was sweeter than honey and the inflections of her tone were filled with desire.I swallowed my own lust, turned around, and marched back to the car with Rick hot on my heels. He grabbed my elbow but I didn’t slow. “Did you and Charlie fuck last night?”“None of your business.”“So that’s a yes. Unbelievable. How is it that you get an in with a girl that hot practically the minute

CharlieRick had one hand cupped to his mouth and was yelling for Benji to punch it. Mason was more reserved with both hands in his pockets and a cool expression on his face like he already knew the first place spot was going to the Lancer.Which maybe it was.I knew more about bikes than I knew about cars, but as I turned back to watch Benji and the Lancer close the last quarter mile I knew it would take a miracle for him to take first place.The cars were seconds away. I held my breath as they came in hot and Harley’s grip on my shoulders tightened. They screamed past us, and it was obvious that the Lancer crossed the line a good hood length ahead of Benji’s Hellcat.I exhaled with disappointment and felt all the tension leave my body with that breath.Harley patted my shoulders. “Second is still a brilliant place to be. He’ll be placed in front for the next race. And this was his first go at anything of this capacity since last year, babe. He did good. Great even.”We watched as th

BenjiThe conversation was still loud in my memory to this day. I’d never heard her sound so scared and after that night I never let her stay late again on her own. There were repercussions for starting a shelter like the one I had in a not so glamorous part of the city. The kids I watched over tended to have unsavory friends, and those friends weren’t the sort to come to a place like my shelter for help. They would rather take what they wanted and damn the consequences and the people they hurt in the process.I showed up at the shelter after the cops. Heather was standing out in the yard with a blanket over her shoulders giving her statement when I parked and got out of my truck. I ran to her but was blocked by two officers. After telling them who I was and being waved over by the cop talking to Heather, I rushed to her side and found myself being nearly squeezed to death in her arms. She had a tighter grip than I would have expected.I still felt guilty even now over how scared she

CharlieThe first open archway off the hall opened up into what looked like a library of mismatching bookshelves holding paperbacks in varying stages of disrepair. Some were missing covers and others were torn or stained or both. Area rugs of all different materials and color were scattered across the floor, as were a variety of bean bags. There were four kids reading and none of them looked up at me when I poked my head in.I kept walking.The second room I came to was more of a living space- like a TV room. There were several sofas, all packed full of teenagers. On the one wall was a massive fireplace that was presently turned off. Above it hung a massive flat screen TV playing a movie of some sort that looked vaguely familiar.On the floor in the middle of the room was Benji.He was sitting cross legged. Across from him were a couple boys, probably around fourteen or so, and the three of them were playing cards while the other kids half watched the movie and half watched the game.