Stand-Ups in New York

Chapter 46 - Round One

Please Note: This chapter contains sexually explicit material. If you aren't comfortable reading sexually explicit material, please move on to the next chapter.

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Charlie felt Pete walking behind her, so close that his hand would brush her skirt as it bellowed with her movement. She smirked as she took out the key for Jeanie's room, left vacant after Jeanie and Paul moved into the Honeymoon Suite, remembering her best friend's wink when she told her to have a fun night.

She was so happy that Pete had been there for the weekend. Pete had really helped Charlie hold things together, and she was so grateful that he had been at her side. He stood by her through the crazy drama and her whole family giving him the third degree. She couldn't believe that she had actually not wanted to invite him initially.

And Charlotte had been waiting for this opportunity, a full night with Pete where they could actually sleep in the same bed and wake up together, for a long time. She unlocked the door and went inside, her boyfriend following closely behind her. Every atom in her body was vibrating, waiting to be caressed by the tall, dark-haired man. Charlie hadn't turned the lights on yet when she felt Pete's warm fingers tracing down her neck and shoulder. She leaned her body into his slight frame, feeling his breath on the top of her head.

Charlie turned and put her face up towards Pete. She could see the faint outline of his head and shoulders. Pete cupped Charlie's face, his pinky fingers grazing her jawline and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Charlotte smiled at the contact, then felt his lips crash onto hers. Pete's mouth hungrily devoured Charlie's. She felt her hands grasp Pete's shoulders, dying to decrease the space between them.

The pair pulled away from each other long enough to fumble through the room. They unzipped and unbuttoned each other's clothes as they made their way to the bedroom door. Pete pulled away for a moment to ask, "Do you want the light on?"

Charlie touched Pete's bare chest, looking at his pale tattoo-covered skin. "Let's leave them off," she said, tugging at Pete's pants that were still sitting at his waist.

Pete brushed Charlotte's hair from her forehead, then swiftly picked her up and carried her to the bed. Charlie squealed as he threw her onto the bed, her knees and feet dangling over the edge. Pete kissed Charlotte all over her chest, down her body, then hovered over her underwear. Charlie was suddenly very thankful that she was able to ditch her spanx at her last trip to the bathroom before she came up here with Pete for the night. All that was left was blush pink lacy undies.

Pete hooked his index finger into the waistband and pulled them down, effortlessly sliding them all the way down her legs. He kissed the base of her stomach, then her left and right hips. Charlie could feel her entire body blushing, waiting for Pete. He kneeled beside the bed, between Charlie's thighs.

Then Charlotte felt Pete's mouth licking her in her most private of places. His tongue explored her, licking every inch between her two lower lips and tracing circles over her clit. Charlie felt her hands balling up in the comforter, and her moans started deep in her throat. Pete held her thighs apart, but she could feel her legs trying to close, as if to trap him there.

With every passing minute Charlotte felt her orgasm building inside of her. She started squirming on the bed, the moans becoming more like pleas. Pete buried his face in her, holding her hips flush to the bed. Then he slowly began sucking on her clit.

Charlie couldn't wait any more. Her orgasm exploded out of her, stronger than any she had achieved on her own in the months since she and Pete had been together. Her hands moved to Pete's hair, grasping it as her body curled up and her legs squeezed in, effectively keeping Pete exactly where he was. She felt her body as it died down, her skin electric and her legs shaking.

Pete gave her a final kiss on each thigh and lifted Charlotte's lower half onto the bed. Charlotte's legs still quivered as Pete sat on the bed next to her, tracing his fingers over her bare stomach. She took his hand in hers and kissed his palm, then laid it on her chest and looked into at his face. His cheeks were flushed, his hair matted in spots.

"What are you looking at?" Pete asked, lifting his eyes to meet Charlie's.

"The most handsome man in the world," Charlotte answered.

Pete let out a sharp, unexpected laugh. "I don't see Chris Hemsworth in here," he said, looking away again.

Charlotte laughed and sat up, resting her head on Pete's arm. "Shut up," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the shoulder.

Pete wrapped his arm around Charlie, pulling her into his chest. "Do you know how long I have been waiting to do that?"

Charlotte smiled. "I don't know, but I've been waiting for you to do that since I got on the train to leave New York."

Pete kissed the top of Charlie's head, and gently rubbed her back. Charlotte took in everything, the way he smelled and how warm his chest felt on her face. His breaths were deep and even, and her head rose and fell with his chest. She went up on her knees and took Pete's face in both of her hands. She kissed his forehead, then nose, then moved to his lips. Charlie lingered there, opening her mouth and letting his tongue in. She pulled away and Pete smiled.

"Are you already looking for round two?" he asked.

Charlie smirked. "I have you all night. I'm ready for as many rounds as you can manage."

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*Author's Note - I know this chapter was a short one, but who can read the long smutty chapters anyway?? I only have one more chapter planned for this part, and then Part 3 will be coming, which is going to wrap up Pete and Charlie's story... Hope you guys enjoy this chapter and the next!                    - Amora