When she backs away, I take a step closer.
“No. Don’t you dare.” She’s holding a spoon in front of her as a weapon.
“You think that’s gonna keep me away?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t dare risk getting spooned to death.”
“Sounds kinky,” I laugh.
“You’re such a perv.”
I step closer and she runs away. “Ahh. Stop!”
I chase her into the living room, and we end up on opposite sides of the coffee table, circling each other.
“Get away from me!” Her voice is serious, but the goofy grin she’s wearing says otherwise.
“Nope. Come here, I just want a hug.” I hold my arms out and fake right, before running left. She dodges me, but I graze her shirt with my fingers.
“You’re all sweaty! And crazy!”
“Crazy about you, baby.”
“Oh, my God. That was lame.” Making a big show of it, she drops the spoon and holds up her hands. “Okay, I surrender.”
I put my hands on my hips and tilt my head. “You do, huh?”
“Yup. Now come get your hug.”
Her eyes keep darting behind me toward the hallway, so I know she’s lying.
“Nah, I’m gonna go take a shower. Wouldn’t want to get sweat on the princess.” I turn and leave her standing with her mouth agape.
The steam leaves the shower for a brief moment when she enters, naked. Fake pout on her lips, she says, “What the hell? You were supposed to come hug me then I was going to dodge you and lock myself in the bedroom.”
“I know.” I smile. “But don't you understand by now that a locked door won’t keep me from you?”
She crosses her arms, causing her tits to smash together. My dick stands at attention, and her eyes dart down. She licks her lips. So fucking hot, she’s wet, feisty, mine.
“Don’t you?” I repeat.
“Yeah. But since you won that round, it’s my turn to be the victor.”
She grips me, hard as steel, and slowly strokes from base to tip. I lean down the same time she leans up, and our tongues and lips collide. She’s slowly torturing me. I rock my hips a little faster in her hand, but she takes the other and pushes me against the wall.
“Nope.” She smirks and drops to her knees.
The first stroke of her tongue from my balls all the way to the leaky tip has me fighting to keep my eyes open. I want to watch her, want to see my dick disappear down her throat.
Without taking me into her mouth all the way, she licks me like it’s a fucking sucker. Christ, everything she does is mind blowing. But this teasing shit has to stop.
“Charlotte,” I growl, gently grabbing her hair. “You had your fun. Now open up for me.” She glares at me for a second before smiling. Then she complies, and I start to fuck her mouth. It’s fucking perfection. Like her lips were made to suck my dick.
She adds her hand to the base and pumps along with my thrusts while massaging my balls with her delicate fingers.
“Unless you want it in your mouth, baby, stop sucking and jack me off, I’m about to come.”
I lean my head back against the cold tile and expect to feel the loss of her warmth around me. Instead, the suction increases, and I come straight down her throat. She’s still sucking even after she swallowed, and I have to force myself to pull back because it’s too fucking intense.
“What the hell was that? Fuck, sweetheart.” I squat down in front of her and try to gently kiss her lips, but end up ravishing them instead.
She moans into my mouth, and I know I have to take care of my girl. She gets turned on giving me blowjobs, and that was a killer one, so she’s probably soaked.
I decide to tease her a little and wash her hair and her body first. She’s crossing her legs and biting her lip, obviously wanting something, but is reluctant to ask.
I shut the water off after I wash myself and reach out to grab her a towel. Disappointment flashes in her eyes, and I shake my head a little, trying to hide the smile on my face.
When she walks away, I come up behind her and throw her on the bed, face down, then grip her hips to position her so her knees are bent and her thighs are against her chest.
She shrieks and tries to wriggle free. When I lift the towel to expose the perfection that is her ass, she stills. I pull her to the end of the bed and kneel on the floor for easier access. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs a little wider, so I have a front row view of her glistening pussy. My mouth waters just looking at her. It’s my turn to be the victor.
Charlotte
Travis went back to work this morning. I wish he never had to leave. I loved being our old selves and hanging out all day yesterday. It’s really going to take getting used to the fact that he has to sleep at work. I got him back, and I want him all to myself, all the time. We had a copious amount of sex yesterday, and I still want more. I never realized how great it could be. It’s a whole other level. It’s ecstasy, heaven, home.
I’ve tried to get ahold of Mary, but she doesn’t answer her phone. I’m worried about her, and even though I only knew her for a few hours, she probably saved my life. Who knows what would have happened if she hadn’t seen me in that alley. Plus, I really want to know what’s up with her and Brandon.
I feel like shit for going against Travis’ wishes, but I know I’ll be fine. I tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. It’s not like I’m lying to him. I’m perfectly capable of driving on the interstate and walking to a door.
I knock on the splintered wood and wait. Movement inside tells me she’s there, but after I knock again, she still doesn’t answer. “Mary, it’s Charlotte.”
“Who?” she asks.
“Charlotte. Umm, from the alley, remember?”
“Oh. Hold on.”
Once she unlocks everything, the door opens, and I step inside. She peeks outside and quickly shuts it, replacing the locks.
“What’s up?” She sits on the bed and crosses her long legs.
“I, umm, tried to call you a few times, but you didn’t answer.” She stares at me, expressionless. “So, I just wanted to see if you were okay. And also to thank you for what you did that night.”
“Oh. That. No worries.” She waves me off, and I sit opposite her.
“Okay. How have you been?”
“I’m fine. How’d everything go with Travis? He sure seemed happy to see you.”
An automatic smile forms, and I gush, “Great. Perfect. Everything with him is wonderful now. We’re finally moving forward. Well, I’m the one who took forever; he’s been ready since I got back.” I tilt my head. “What about Brandon?”
Her head seems to shake on its own accord. “Nope. Not going there. I’ll be honest with you. If you want a friend, you’ve got one. But I won’t talk about him. I won’t talk about my past, and he’s a huge part of it, so…”
“Okay. I don’t really want to talk about my past, either.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
We both laugh, and she stands up. Pulling on a pair of Nikes, she asks, “Want to go grab some food? I’m hungry.”
“Sure, sounds great.”
As we’re about to get in my car, a black sedan with tinted windows pulls up next to me.