enemies | rc

quinze

warning; nsfw
i don't know how i always end up writing sexy time when they're together i'm sorry

charlotte's point of view

i never went to school. i was born and raised in that damned headquarters building, which meant that i was also homeschooled. i never had that experience of having a crush on a senior that every girl seems to go through. i have the slight feeling that when i see richard, it's like i'm going through that phase. weak knees, quick heartbeat, nervous stuttering.

"are you okay, baby?"

i looked up at richard with a faint tint of red on my cheeks. "yeah, just zoned out for a moment there. uh..." i bit my lip. "what are you going to order?"

he stared at me. no, he was looking down at my lips. i smiled and he moved his gaze to his menu.

"i'm leaning towards the pasta. what about you?"

i wasn't even trying to pay attention anymore. my mind was beginning to slip back to our two previous encounters. i was so thankful i had the amazing idea of suggesting that we eat at the restaurant inside my hotel, and thank god christopher went out too, we would have the room for ourselves. not that i would've cared, i would bring him to the room with or without christopher in it.

"i think i want pasta too." i mumbled and looked up, only to find him already staring at me with a smile on his lips. i think this was the first time i saw him wearing an actual smile instead of that damn smirk. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" he questioned. "like i want to rip that little dress off you and fuck you right on this table?"

my breath hitched in my throat. he was so straightforward, i hated how much i loved it. i closed my menu and set it aside, deciding that i was too distracted to even read it.

"i just wanted to make it up to you for running out on you last night, i had— i have innocent intentions."

richard didn't seem to be very convinced, but he played along. "you have innocent intentions, huh." he chuckled. "so you're telling me that you weren't looking at me with hungry eyes only five minutes ago?"

i didn't trust myself to speak without stuttering at this point, so i stayed quiet. he stood up and moved to sit beside me on my side of the booth. he rested his hand on my knee.

"you're telling me that if i do this," he slowly moved his hand up my inner thigh. "and reach inside your panties, you won't be soaking wet?"

i swallowed. "why don't you find out?"

his pupils were so dilated that his eyes seemed black in the dim light of the restaurant. he accepted my challenge when he moved his hand higher and under my skirt.

"you're not wearing panties." he murmured near my ear. i closed my eyes as he dragged a finger down my slit to collect my wetness.

"is the lovely couple ready to order?" a waitress came up to the table with the biggest smile on her face.

"we are." richard said, not bothering to correct her.  he held his open menu towards her and asked something about a plate.

meanwhile, his hand was still between my legs. i tried to push it away, but he was stronger than me. he pushed my legs open, repeating the process of moving his finger down my slit, only that this time he dipped a finger inside me. i licked my lips and sat as straight as possible so no one would become suspicious, even though probably no one cared enough.

"we'll both have the pasta alfredo with chicken, right baby?" he turned towards me and slowly slid a second finger inside me. he was moving them slowly enough to torture me and make me crave for more.

i smiled and nodded, still not trusting my voice. then she asked for our drinks, but richard ordered a bottle of wine for us. i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding as soon as she left us.

"richard." i whined. "move them faster, please."

he smirked. "well, since my princess has asked so nicely."

he held onto my thigh with his free hand so i wouldn't close my legs. he quickened the pace of his fingers, but it still wasn't enough and he knew it. he just wanted to hear me beg for it.

"more... i want more." i breathed out.

"god, you're so naughty." he entered a third finger in. "look at you, begging me to finger you in the middle of a restaurant. you're so fucking wet." his husky voice almost made me moan out loud.

i bit my lip as his thumb began to rub messy circles on my clit. i almost lost it. almost.

"are you going to cum, princess? i can feel you tightening around my fingers."

a soft moan escaped my lips, i immediately brought my hands up to my mouth. his hand has holding so hand onto my thigh that i'm completely sure i'm gonna have bruises when i get back to my room.

i could feel my stomach begin to tighten. my breathing was erratic. he took his fingers out of me, and instead focused on rubbing my clit. he attacked my lips with his own, swallowing my moans. my orgasm finally washed over me like a wave. my hips were bucking uncontrollably. he gradually stopped the movement of his fingers after a couple of moments, but he didn't want to pull away from my lips. i felt his fingers wet with my arousal right under my jaw.

he finally pulled away, leaving me with a throbbing clit and probably smudged lipstick. i stared at him in disbelief.

"you had this planned." he looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "just wait until i get you alone in your room. you won't be able to walk for days."

i managed to regain my breath and smirked at him. "i'm counting on it."

the waitress arrived with our plates, and let me just say that i have never eaten so fast in my life.