“Wes, where do you think you’re going?”The voice was low, teasing, and it stopped him dead in his tracks. Wes froze, one leg halfway over the edge of the bed, the sheets tangled around his waist. His heart pounded as he felt a warm hand slide around his hip, fingers pressing into his skin with a possessiveness that made his breath hitch. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was bad. This was so bad.He’d woken up naked, which wasn’t unusual after a night of drinking. But the soft curves of a woman pressed against his back? That was definitely unusual. His mind raced. Who is this? What happened last night? And then the worst thought of all—What if Charlie finds out? He had a crush on her, his roommate, his best friend. She’d never look at him the same way if she knew he’d slept with someone else.He tried to pull away, but the grip on his waist tightened. “Stay,” she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. Her lips brushed against the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “We’re not done yet.”That voice. It was familiar. Too familiar. Wes turned his head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of curly hair and a smirk that could only belong to one person.“Charlie?!” His voice cracked, and he winced at how panicked he sounded.She laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his stomach flip. “Expecting someone else?”His brain short-circuited. This was Charlie. The girl he’d been pining over for months. The girl who teased him relentlessly, who made his heart race with just a look. And now she was here, in bed with him, naked, her body pressed against his like it was the most natural thing in the world.“I—uh—” He stammered, trying to piece together the events of last night. But his memory was hazy, clouded by too many shots and the pulsing beat of the club.“Relax, Wes,” she said, her fingers tracing circles on his hip. “You’re not in trouble. Unless,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, “you want to be.”His throat went dry. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. But the warmth of her body against his was undeniably real, and the way she looked at him—like she knew exactly what she was doing—sent a thrill through him.And then, like a floodgate opening, the memories came rushing back.---Last night had started like any other Friday. They’d gone to the club with friends, Charlie in a tight black dress that hugged her athletic frame, Wes in his usual button-down and jeans. They’d been drinking, laughing, dancing. And then, at some point, they’d started teasing each other.“You’re such a lightweight,” Charlie had said, leaning in close so he could hear her over the music. Her breath was warm against his ear, and he’d felt that familiar ache in his chest—the one he always got when she was this close.“Says the girl who cried last time she tried tequila,” he shot back, smirking.She’d rolled her eyes, but there was a glint in them that made his stomach twist. “Prove me wrong, then,” she’d challenged, handing him a shot.They’d kept going like that, drink after drink, until the world was spinning and the line between friendly banter and something more had blurred completely. He remembered her hand on his arm, her fingers sliding down to his wrist as she pulled him closer on the dance floor. Remembered the way she’d looked up at him, her lips curving into that smile that drove him crazy.And then… then they’d stumbled home together, laughing and tripping over each other in the hallway. He’d meant to go to his room, but she’d grabbed his shirt and pulled him into hers instead.The details were fuzzy after that, but he remembered enough. The way her hands had felt on his skin. The way she’d kissed him like she’d been thinking about it just as long as he had. The way she’d moaned his name as he—He remembered the way she’d pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his chest as she kissed him with a hunger that left him breathless. Her dress had been the first to go, pooling at her feet as she stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. His shirt followed, then his pants, until they were both bare and tangled in each other.Her skin had been warm under his hands, and he’d traced every inch of her like he was memorizing her. She’d moaned softly when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, her hips arching into his touch. “Wes,” she’d whispered, her voice shaky, and it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.He’d laid her down on the bed, his hands trembling as he pulled off her last remaining pieces of clothing. She watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of want, and when he finally slid between her thighs, she’d gasped—a soft, desperate sound that sent a thrill through him. He’d hesitated for a moment, barely touching her, until she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. “Please,” she’d breathed, and that was all it took.The way she felt around him was unbelievable, hot and tight and perfect, and he’d had to bite back a groan as he pushed into her. She’d wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he’d buried his face in the crook of her neck as he started to move.“Charlie,” he’d murmured against her skin, his voice rough with need. She’d answered with a low moan, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.It had been messy and hurried and perfect, their bodies moving together like they’d been made for each other. He remembered the exact moment she came, her back arching off the bed as she cried out his name, and how he'd followed her over the edge soon after, collapsing onto her with a groan.Now, back in the present, he could still feel the ghost of her hands on his skin, the way she’d clung to him like she never wanted to let go. It had been everything he’d ever dreamed of and more.“Wes.” Her voice brought him back to the present. She was still behind him, but she moved now, shifting so she was lying on her back, her head propped up on one hand. Her curls were messy, her lips slightly swollen, and she looked at him with a mix of amusement and something else—something hungry.“You’re overthinking this,” she said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “Just… stay.”He hesitated, torn between panic and desire. But then she smiled—that same smirk that always got under his skin—and he knew he was done for.“Okay,” he whispered, letting her pull him back down onto the bed. She rolled on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips, and he groaned as her weight settled over him.“Good,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss him. Her lips were soft but insistent, and he could taste the faint tang of tequila on her tongue. His hands found her hips automatically, gripping her tightly as she rocked against him.He moaned into her mouth, his body responding instantly to hers. She was warm and smooth and perfect, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands up her back, pulling her closer.She broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she bit her lip as she reached between them, guiding him inside her.Wes gasped as she sank down onto him, his body arching off the bed. "Charlie," he choked out, his hands gripping her thighs as she started to move."Shh," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again. "Just feel me."

Wes woke up naked in bed with Charlie, his crush and roommate, after a night of drinking and dancing at a club. They had sex the night before and Wes remembered it vividly. Charlie, still in bed with him, pulled him back into another round of sex.

“Wes, where do you think you’re going?”

The voice was low, teasing, and it stopped him dead in his tracks. Wes froze, one leg halfway over the edge of the bed, the sheets tangled around his waist. His heart pounded as he felt a warm hand slide around his hip, fingers pressing into his skin with a possessiveness that made his breath hitch. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was bad. This was so bad.

He’d woken up naked, which wasn’t unusual after a night of drinking. But the soft curves of a woman pressed against his back? That was definitely unusual. His mind raced. Who is this? What happened last night? And then the worst thought of all—What if Charlie finds out? He had a crush on her, his roommate, his best friend. She’d never look at him the same way if she knew he’d slept with someone else.

He tried to pull away, but the grip on his waist tightened. “Stay,” she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. Her lips brushed against the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “We’re not done yet.”

That voice. It was familiar. Too familiar. Wes turned his head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of curly hair and a smirk that could only belong to one person.

“Charlie?!” His voice cracked, and he winced at how panicked he sounded.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his stomach flip. “Expecting someone else?”

His brain short-circuited. This was Charlie. The girl he’d been pining over for months. The girl who teased him relentlessly, who made his heart race with just a look. And now she was here, in bed with him, naked, her body pressed against his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I—uh—” He stammered, trying to piece together the events of last night. But his memory was hazy, clouded by too many shots and the pulsing beat of the club.

“Relax, Wes,” she said, her fingers tracing circles on his hip. “You’re not in trouble. Unless,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, “you want to be.”

His throat went dry. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. But the warmth of her body against his was undeniably real, and the way she looked at him—like she knew exactly what she was doing—sent a thrill through him.

And then, like a floodgate opening, the memories came rushing back.

---

Last night had started like any other Friday. They’d gone to the club with friends, Charlie in a tight black dress that hugged her athletic frame, Wes in his usual button-down and jeans. They’d been drinking, laughing, dancing. And then, at some point, they’d started teasing each other.

“You’re such a lightweight,” Charlie had said, leaning in close so he could hear her over the music. Her breath was warm against his ear, and he’d felt that familiar ache in his chest—the one he always got when she was this close.

“Says the girl who cried last time she tried tequila,” he shot back, smirking.

She’d rolled her eyes, but there was a glint in them that made his stomach twist. “Prove me wrong, then,” she’d challenged, handing him a shot.

They’d kept going like that, drink after drink, until the world was spinning and the line between friendly banter and something more had blurred completely. He remembered her hand on his arm, her fingers sliding down to his wrist as she pulled him closer on the dance floor. Remembered the way she’d looked up at him, her lips curving into that smile that drove him crazy.

And then… then they’d stumbled home together, laughing and tripping over each other in the hallway. He’d meant to go to his room, but she’d grabbed his shirt and pulled him into hers instead.

The details were fuzzy after that, but he remembered enough. The way her hands had felt on his skin. The way she’d kissed him like she’d been thinking about it just as long as he had. The way she’d moaned his name as he—He remembered the way she’d pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his chest as she kissed him with a hunger that left him breathless. Her dress had been the first to go, pooling at her feet as she stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. His shirt followed, then his pants, until they were both bare and tangled in each other.

Her skin had been warm under his hands, and he’d traced every inch of her like he was memorizing her. She’d moaned softly when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, her hips arching into his touch. “Wes,” she’d whispered, her voice shaky, and it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

He’d laid her down on the bed, his hands trembling as he pulled off her last remaining pieces of clothing. She watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of want, and when he finally slid between her thighs, she’d gasped—a soft, desperate sound that sent a thrill through him. He’d hesitated for a moment, barely touching her, until she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. “Please,” she’d breathed, and that was all it took.

The way she felt around him was unbelievable, hot and tight and perfect, and he’d had to bite back a groan as he pushed into her. She’d wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he’d buried his face in the crook of her neck as he started to move.

“Charlie,” he’d murmured against her skin, his voice rough with need. She’d answered with a low moan, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.

It had been messy and hurried and perfect, their bodies moving together like they’d been made for each other. He remembered the exact moment she came, her back arching off the bed as she cried out his name, and how he'd followed her over the edge soon after, collapsing onto her with a groan.

Now, back in the present, he could still feel the ghost of her hands on his skin, the way she’d clung to him like she never wanted to let go. It had been everything he’d ever dreamed of and more.

“Wes.” Her voice brought him back to the present. She was still behind him, but she moved now, shifting so she was lying on her back, her head propped up on one hand. Her curls were messy, her lips slightly swollen, and she looked at him with a mix of amusement and something else—something hungry.

“You’re overthinking this,” she said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “Just… stay.”

He hesitated, torn between panic and desire. But then she smiled—that same smirk that always got under his skin—and he knew he was done for.

“Okay,” he whispered, letting her pull him back down onto the bed. She rolled on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips, and he groaned as her weight settled over him.

“Good,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss him. Her lips were soft but insistent, and he could taste the faint tang of tequila on her tongue. His hands found her hips automatically, gripping her tightly as she rocked against him.

He moaned into her mouth, his body responding instantly to hers. She was warm and smooth and perfect, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands up her back, pulling her closer.

She broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she bit her lip as she reached between them, guiding him inside her.

Wes gasped as she sank down onto him, his body arching off the bed. "Charlie," he choked out, his hands gripping her thighs as she started to move.

"Shh," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again. "Just feel me."

Wes wakes up next to a mystery girl and panics, fearing his crush on his roommate Charlie will be ruined if she finds out.

He tries to leave, but the girl grabs him and he realizes it's Charlie.

They had a night of teasing and flirting at a club, leading to a drunken night of passion.

Forbidden Passion with Roommate Charlie

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