“Too late for what?”
“To have kids. To have a husband.”
“That’s not really a priority for me anymore, Charlie. Who says I need those things anyway?”
“I know you want them, Carson. You’re just…emotionally stunted.”
I came closer to the bed, staring into his face. “My future is an open book. I don’t know what’s going to happen. And right now, no, I’m not interested in having a relationship. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I never said there was. It’s just…you’re going through guys like sticks of gum. You’re clearly trying to make yourself—”
“Please don’t analyze me.”
He shut his mouth.
“I’m not emotionally stunted. I have deep connections with you…my friends. I show and receive love all the time. I trust you with my life. I have everything I need from you guys—except some good D.”
He chuckled quietly.
“So, your assessment is wrong. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine.”
He stared at me.
“I appreciate your concern, but really, I’m fine. I’m only interested in a physical relationship right now, and like lots of other men in their twenties, there’s nothing wrong with that. So, don’t worry about it.”
He nodded. “I’m always here if you need to talk…because you’ve never talked about it.”
And I never would. “There’s nothing to say, Charlie. I’ve moved on with my life. I’m in a good place. I’m one of the top journalists at the fucking New York Press, I’ve got great friends in my life, and I’m banging some ridiculously hot piece of ass. I’m good, alright?”
He smiled. “Alright.”
“By the way, he’s coming over tonight. Might want to get out your headphones.”
He issued a quiet laugh along with a cringe. “Thanks for the heads-up.”
Six
Carson
Shortly after eight, a knock sounded on the door.
“Ooh, special delivery for me.”
Charlie had his feet up on the table as he watched TV, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. A beer was on the table beside him, and he was texting on his phone. “Is it a pizza?” he teased.
“What if it’s Dax holding a pizza? Man, that would be the hottest thing ever.” I walked to the front door and opened it, revealing him standing there in the same clothes he’d been wearing at the bar.
His dark eyes looked into mine like he hadn’t just seen me a few hours ago, taking in my appearance with obvious desire, as if he liked the way I did my hair and makeup or he liked the tightness of my shirt.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into me, bringing our mouths close together for a hot kiss right in the entryway. My hands moved up his chest and then around his neck, kissing him with long and deep kisses, grateful to be reunited with that incredible mouth.
Man, he was such a good kisser.
Both of his hands slid into my hair, pulling it from my face, handling me delicately and possessively at the same time.
I spoke against his lips. “I can’t wait to get on that dick…”
He looked down at my mouth, as if he couldn’t believe those words had left my mouth.
I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers as I pulled him through the living room and to the hallway.
Dax noticed Charlie on the couch and turned to him. “Hey.”
Charlie raised his hand. “Hey, man.”
He looked at Charlie for a few more seconds before he turned back to me.
I took him into my bedroom and undressed him, getting every piece of clothing off until he was just a naked hunk. “You’re so fucking hot. Oh my god.” My hands glided up his chest until I cupped his face and kissed him again.
His big hands moved to my body, and he undid my jeans before he pushed them over my ass. His fingers slipped between my legs, sliding underneath my panties, and he rubbed my clit as he kissed me, his big fingers making my knees shake.
My fingers dug into his hair as I kissed him harder, pausing to pant, moaning when I felt his fingers become coated with my moisture. I pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra as I pulled him to my bed. “Babe, I’m wet for you the second you walk in the door.”
He moaned against my lips, like the dirty thing I’d said really got him hot.
I guided him onto my bed, climbing on top of him as he lay back. His head hit my pillow, and his hands gripped my hips.
I grabbed the condom on my nightstand and rolled it down to his base, loving the way his fat dick stretched the latex to capacity. Then I straddled his hips, sank down his length as I bit my bottom lip, and started to ride.
His entire body tightened in pleasure, his muscles flexing instinctively. He clenched his jaw as he suppressed the loud moan that came from his throat. Redness tinted his face, and he looked so sexy just lying there, his fingers digging into my hips as he guided me up and down.
I arched my spine, pushed my shoulders back and stuck out my chest, bouncing my tits up and down as I moved, knowing he would like it.
When he moaned, it was obvious he did.
I was in dick heaven, enjoying his body, using it to give myself the sex I craved. Good sex and orgasms didn’t have to be a myth. You just had to hunt for the right man to give them to you. Dax found me in the bar, but I was the one who sank my claws into him and made him mine. I turned him into exactly what I wanted, a sex god who came to my call, a man who knew his place in my life.
“Fuck…” He thrust his hips and fucked me back, driving his dick deep inside me, working up a sweat when he could just lie there and take it. But he wasn’t a lazy fuck. He liked to put in the time, energy, and work to make it good.
“Slow down.” My hands planted against his chest, and I leaned forward, rocking my hips dramatically, grinding my clit against his hard body, right over the veins that rose up his body from his dick. “Yes…” I flipped my hair to one shoulder and rolled my hips over and over, my eyes locked on his, watching him watch me, watching him breathe hard as I got myself off. It only took a few seconds to make my hips buck uncontrollably, for my moans to fill my bedroom and the hallway, for a wave of heat to cover my body with a new layer of sweat. “God…yes.” I ground into him harder, my pussy squeezing him as I came, covering that condom with my cream.
When I finished, I straightened, his hands gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, and I bounced again, going hard, making my tits bob up and down, my lips parted because I was still moaning from the high that hadn’t quite faded yet.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He squeezed my hips hard and yanked me up and down, his hips thrusting up to meet me every time I slammed down. All the features of his face tightened as he came, making him so masculine with that shadow on his chin, those dark eyes, that clenched jaw…and that sweat. “Fuck yes.” He came with a groan, tugging me down so he could shove his entire dick inside me, releasing into the tip of the condom like he was actually releasing inside me.
I loved watching him come. He looked so sexy every time. I rolled my hips slightly as he caught his breath, feeling his dick slowly start to soften. I leaned over and kissed him, tasting his sweat as well as mine.