I can’t take it anymore.
My God a man only has so much self-control and I’m at my brink. I need to get on my bike and keep driving until I run out of gas.
“Wow, I’m so hungry.” She bounces into the room holding the box of pizza, and I drag my hand down my face, exhausted since all my blood is in my cock. “You want a piece?”
“Actually, I think I might go to bed. I’m exhausted and have a bit of a headache.” I wince at how cliché that sounds, but what choice do I have? My mind needs a break from looking at her and constantly wanting her.
In bed, she’s kept her distance which is why I asked for the room with two beds in the first place. I knew she wasn’t ready.
“Oh,” she sounds so disappointed. Guilt gnaws at my gut.
“Sorry, Cupcake. Must be from the sun.” I kiss the middle of her forehead and grab a t-shirt and briefs. “I’m going to wash up and hit the sack.”
“Do you need anything?” she asks sweetly.
Yes. You. Naked. Legs spread. And taking my big cock like you’re meant to do.
“No, Cupcake. Nothing a little shut-eye can’t fix. Are you sad we have to leave tomorrow? I wish we could stay here forever.”
“Me too, but I can’t wait to get back too. I miss—”
Oh God, she’s going to say Kenneth.
“My dad.”
“You’ll see him, Cupcake.” I peck her on the lips and disappear into the bathroom, shutting the door. I clutch the counter and stare at my reflection. My cheeks are sunburnt from being in the sun all week and my hair is oily from the saltwater. There’s sand along my hairline and I drop my head and see the outline of my cock tenting my shorts.
If I have to jerk off for the rest of my life to have more days like this with her, then I will gladly rub myself raw.
I get undressed, kicking my shorts to the side and grunting when my cock slaps against my belly. The tip is red, the slit is glistening, and the vein throbs. I can see the pulse thumping against the base. I flip on the shower and don’t wait for it to warm as I step inside.
The water hits my face, the pressure hard and punishing, nearly too much for the skin to handle but it’s just what I need right now. The harshness tingles along my chest, but it feels good along my hardened shaft. I spread my legs and step back, letting the pressure dance along the long, thick inches.
I reach between my legs and palm my sack, tugging and pulling on the round orbs. “Fuck yes, Charlie,” my voice echoes off the bathroom walls and I hope she doesn’t hear me.
No, I hope she does. She needs to hear what she does to me.
I close my eyes and slip my hand from my balls to my cock, creating a tight fist as I think about Charlie and how sweet she would feel. All tight, wet, and hot.
As hot as this shower, which is scalding. I bet she’d burn me from the inside out, searing me with her every touch.
Arms wrap around me, and hands press against my stomach. I jerk, letting my cock fall from my hands as I spin around.
Charlie is standing there.
Naked.
A wet dream.
Her nipples are the color of red sprinkles, tight and elongated. Freckles are sporadically placed along her chest. My eyes drop lower to see her auburn bush trimmed short, glistening from water droplets.
“Charlie,” I rasp, debating if I need to cover myself. There’s no doubt she saw what I was doing. Fuck. Wait. What is she doing in here? I locked the door.
Her eyes widen when she sees my cock.
Yeah, fucking tell me about it. I’m dying to come.
Water gets into my mouth, and I spit it out. “How did you get in here?”
“You didn’t lock the door.” Charlie rubs her palms over my chest.
I had to of. That isn’t like me.
“You aren’t tired, are you?” she asks, drifting one finger down the hairs on my stomach, and right as she gets below my navel, she works her way up my abs to my chest again.
The death of me.
“Cupcake, listen, there’s no pressure. It’s why I’m doing this in here. I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want. I know you aren’t ready.”
“What if I do want it?” the question is spoken under the flow of rushing water, and I swear I think I’m dreaming this. There’s no way Charlie is standing in front of me. I figured it would be months, maybe years before she was ready. I’d wait. Maybe she doesn’t know that.
“Charlie, Cupcake, baby.” I make the mistake of grabbing onto her upper biceps.
Her bare, smooth, flawless, biceps…
Even if the shower is hot, I can barely feel it because I have her in my arms instead. My eyes linger on her chest, her tits full and ripe, begging for me to take them. With how pale her skin is, I bet I could leave dashes of red marks from my kisses along her perfect mounds. Would she like that? Or would it be another bruise she’d mentally add to the collection Kenneth gave her? I never want her to compare my love marks to his abusive ones.
“There’s no need to feel like you have to do this. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“I know. I bet—” her lips tease against my pec, her breath hotter than the damn water plummeting against my back. “—I bet you’d wait forever if I asked you to because you’re a good man.”
“I’m not, but for you I am.”
She presses a kiss against my nipple, sucking the damn thing into her mouth before letting it go with a plop. Fuck. I had no idea that felt so good. Women have never played with my nipples before. “I love that about you. Do you know how hard it’s been sleeping next to you and not feeling your touch? I’ve been afraid.”
“Of me?”
She shakes her head, the ends wet and sticking against her body while the top half is dry. “Me. I was too afraid to make a move and not be good at it. I want you, Whistler.” She kisses across my chest and sucks my nipple into her mouth again, yanking a snake-like hiss from me.
“I doubt you could do anything that wouldn’t be amazing at, Cupcake.” I finally mange to move my hands and cup her face. “It’s me and you, whatever we do, it will be amazing, and whatever you’re not sure of—” I back her against the wall and knock the breath out of her, gripping her leg and hoisting it over my hip “—I’ll teach you because you’re all mine, aren’t you, Cupcake?” The middle of my cock is pressed against her entrance and as much as I want to sink into her right now, right here, I’m not going to.
Baby steps. She might think she is ready, but she probably isn’t.
“You could never be bad at anything.” I stroke her jaw, darting my eyes over her delicate face, a face that leaves me in shambles every time I have to leave her.
Who could ever hit such perfection?
I switch my hold on her jaw, sliding one palm under her chin until I squeeze her cheeks lightly with my fingers. She’s here. She’s right fucking here. I smash my lips against hers, groaning into her mouth as our lips collide.
God, yes.
Her fingers scratch down my chest and then she slides them over my waist and down my back. She rocks her hips against me, whimpering as her clit rubs over the helmet of my cock. I rip my lips from hers and bite my bottom lip, growling as her palms squeeze my ass. Charlie uses me as leverage while she uses my cock to get herself off.