A/N: If you don't like smut, then you're probably just going to want to skip this chapter...
Bass had barely sat down on the bed before Charlie, who had already been waiting for him on top of the covers, was shifting closer to him. She rolled on top of him and moved her lips to his, letting her intentions shine clearly as she wasted no time deepening the kiss. He kissed back, his tongue fighting for dominance, as one of his hands tangled in her hair and the other moved to the small of her back.
Having her on top of him and the tension that had been building more and more between them, without any release other than the mortifying amount of cold showers he'd been taking since she had moved in, had led to his lower body to react embarrassingly quickly to her. He was surprised when instead of shifting away or making some kind of joke at his expense, she responded by rolling her hips over his.
Shit.
She had him more wrapped around her finger than he thought she could possibly understand as she tore her lips away from his to catch her breath. Her chest moved away from him, taking its warmth with it in the process as she shifted her weight off of his.
His hands moved to her hips, to try to keep her from completely breaking the contact as she sat up. His movement caused her to stop and turn to stare down at him. He was still breathing heavily from the kiss as he asked, "What happened to taking it slow?"
"You do realize that you're not the only one with needs, right?" She questioned. "I'm sick of waiting."
He sat up himself and his hands trailed up from her hips, beneath her tank top, to rest on the flesh of her sides. He moved his lips to her neck, planting kisses from just behind her ear down to the flesh above her collarbone before he hesitated and murmured against her skin, "You're sure?"
Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist and she shifted her torso a little further away from him to give herself enough space to pull her shirt off over her head. She tossed it aside before turning her gaze back onto him and telling him, "I'm sure."
Her words barely registered as he stared down at the newly revealed flesh. She had already been in bed when he had gotten there and, as she had grown more comfortable with him, the outfits she wore to bed had become increasingly torturous for him. She had started off first in the old sweats he had leant to her and a baggy shirt, but had slowly increased the amount of skin she was showing until she had gotten down to a routine of sleeping in just a relatively thin tank-top and her panties. That had left little enough to his imagination, but now, with her sitting in his lap and only a thin layer of fabric on her bottom half left covering her, he was left staring at her in awe.
He was trying to memorize every little piece of exposed flesh with his eyes before he even let his hands explore, but his gawking was cut short as her own hands began tugging at the hem of his shirt. He took the hint and brushed her hands away before removing his shirt for her. He dropped it to the floor beside the bed and turned back to find her studying his own chest, although it was nothing new to her.
Charlie's arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer as her lips returned to his. He pulled her backwards with him to lie back on the bed again, with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, as he enjoyed the feeling of her bare nipples pressing again the flesh of his chest.
As his back hit the bed, she moved her arms from his neck and ran them down to the waistband of the jeans she hadn't let him shed before pouncing on him. Her hands fumbled with the button and managed to get them undone and half-unzipped before his own hands reached down to grab her by the wrists and stop her.
She pulled her mouth away from his and opened her eyes to shoot him a questioning look, but before a question had the chance to escape her lips, he had grabbed her by the waist to roll them both over so that he was on top. He hovered over her for a moment longer, appreciating the view, before his lips moved to latch onto one of her nipples. Her breath hitched and he held back a smirk as he let one of his hands move to tease her other breast while his mouth continued to lick and suckle at that one.
After a while, he seemed to decide that her other breast wasn't getting nearly the attention it deserved, so he switched sides. She relaxed against the bed, with one hand in his curls, until he suddenly broke contact with her. Her head lifted from the pillow to gaze down at him. She watched as he grinned up at her seductively before his lips moved to her abdomen. He trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, pausing when the fabric of her panties prevented him from trailing any further.
She let out a groan as, instead of moving to remove them, he began to work his way back up her torso. He kissed every inch of flesh he could find as his body slowly glided back over hers until his mouth was on hers. He felt her mouth open to grant him further access as she moaned into his mouth when he reached down to stroke her through the fabric.
He kept with that as she moved her legs wider and pressed her hips up against his hand. He brought his lips away from her mouth and over to nibble at the lobe of her ear. He paused his movements and felt her buck up against his hand in protest as he whispered huskily into her ear, "Do you want me to take these off?"
She responded by lifting her hips up off of the bed to help him and he took that as permission enough to tug the fabric down and out of the way. He pulled himself off of her and rose off of the bed as she kicked her underwear the rest of the way off. When he didn't return to the bed right away, she sat up curiously to watch what he was doing.
He was throbbing against his jeans, but she was still his first priority as he gently pulled her to the edge of the bed by her legs. Bass dropped to his knees in front of her and his hands moved to her thighs, pushing them apart. He admired the view for a moment before bringing his mouth to her inner thigh and slowly kissed and licked his way upwards. Her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his curls, making it clear that she was not in the mood to be teased any further.
Still, he hesitated with his face mere centimeters from her wet core and let his breath torment her for a few seconds longer before he finally ran his tongue slowly along her center. Her grip tightened as she pulled him closer to her by the hair.
He obliged and his tongue darted into her folds. She let out a soft gasp and her fingers tugged roughly on his curls. He took that as encouragement and brought his hand over to trace patterns over her clit.
Charlie's pants and moans were like music to his ears. When he pulled away and she let out an unintended whimper at the loss of contact, a wide grin formed on his lips.
"Don't worry," he murmured. "I'm not done with you yet."
His hand moved back to touch her again as he ran his fingers along her dripping folds, getting his digits nice and wet, before he slowly darted a finger into her. He slowly began to work it in and out of her, but she protested against his pace by bucking her hips up against his hand.
He put a quick stop to that by placing his other hand on her lower abdomen to hold her still, then obliged her by inserting another finger, this time moving much faster than he had with just one. As she let out a grunt of pleasure, a chuckle fell from his lips. The air from that breath teased her even further and she tried futilely to swivel her hips upwards against him.
Bass took the hint and ducked his head down to roll his tongue over her clit, tenderly probing at it, before taking it into his mouth. It was clear that she was already close, so he stepped up his game, picking up the pace of his fingers as they curled into her. When he nibbled lightly on her bud, she lost control and her body began to clench and spasm around his fingers.
He let her ride out her high on his digits and waited until she was done writhing to finally remove them.
As she lay flat on her back, trying to catch her breath and still recovering from her orgasm, she turned her head to peer down at him and found him cleaning her juices from his hand with his tongue. Once he noticed her watching, he brought his tongue back to her core and slowly licked her clean.
When he pulled away again, she sat up and dragged him onto the bed with her. She tasted herself on his tongue as her hands moved to push his jeans off of his hips, this time successfully. He rolled off of her to shed down the rest of the way and she took the opportunity to take over, bringing her body on top of his as she moved to kiss him.
He kissed back and everything about his movements demonstrated a hunger for control as his hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging roughly into her flesh. As she moved to come up for air, Bass suddenly flipped them over so that he was on top. She let out a laugh of surprise against his chest as he pushed himself up on his elbows to hover over her.
As he moved past her to reach for something in the drawer of the bedside table, she half-teased, "Am I going to catch something from this?"
He turned his gaze on her, condom still in hand, and told her, "No, I'm clean."
"Then we don't need that," she insisted as her hand moved to his, opening it so that the condom fell back into the drawer.
"Somehow I don't think me getting you pregnant with a litter of extraordinarily attractive children would go over well with your family," he insisted. "Miles would probably change his mind about not having to kill me."
"A litter? What am I a dog?" She questioned. "I'm on the pill, dumbass."
"Well, alright then," he responded with a grin before moving back towards her.
Charlie woke up the next morning to the sound of her phone ringing from yet another call from her mother. She hit the ignore button and noticed that it was earlier than either of them usually got up, yet the other side of the bed was empty. She felt a sinking feeling in her chest, but pushed that down as she got out of the bed. She figured he must have just gotten out of bed early.
That excuse managed to put her mind somewhat at ease until she walked out of the bedroom to find the rest of the apartment just as vacant. She couldn't believe she had actually been stupid enough to let Sebastian Monroe trick her into his bed, just like any of his other conquests.
A/N: Please read and review! I rarely write smut so let me know what you think and sorry if this turned out terrible. Also, another gigantic thanks goes out to KimberlyHavey, LemonSupreme, missing-a-place-vie-never-been, Dark-Supernatural-Angel, and kellyanne2192 for being awesome and reviewing last chapter! :D