13. Ana
13
Ana
M y heart dropped when I woke up alone. I was so used to Charlie trailing kisses over my body, gently waking me up before sliding down to please me with his mouth. I had only been awake for one minute without him and I already missed him.
I was continually surprising myself with how I felt about him. In the light of the day, my confession from last night felt like a dream. All of the anger I felt about Charlie with another woman took me to another wavelength, another dimension, and now I was stuck in it. I was stuck in a world where I needed an English rockstar, twelve years my junior, who I was absolutely in love with. What scared me was that I was happy in this world, and I knew I never wanted to leave.
As I got up to grab a robe, the bedroom door gently opened, and there stood Charlie, shirtless, his pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips. My heart dropped at the sight of him, still not used to having such a gorgeous man in my bedroom. Jake had been attractive, but Charlie? él era jodida perfección.
“ Mi diosa ,” Charlie murmured, his voice low and deep as he walked towards me, wrapping his arms snugly around my waist. “Breakfast is ready.”
I licked my lips before hungrily pressing my mouth to his and he didn’t hesitate to pull my body close. I felt a certain power whenever his cock instantly hardened for me, aching for my touch. I was starting to lose control with Charlie, both emotionally and sexually. I didn’t want to tease him, I didn’t want to wait for his cock to be inside me—I wanted him, and I needed it immediately.
I pulled down the waistband of his pants before breaking our kiss and sliding down to my knees, letting his cock spring free and into my grip. I parted my lips, staring up into Charlie’s green eyes—wide, wild, and filled with desire—waiting for me to please him. The look he gave me was one I’d never tire of, a look of complete awe and longing.
“I love you, Charlie,” I breathed, then let my lips slide around his cock, watching as his brows furrowed together.
It was the first time explicitly telling him I loved him, and his eyes blazed with pride and awe as he heard the words aloud.
“Fuck, mi diosa. I love you,” he moaned, gently taking my head in his hands and guiding me up and down his length, his eyes still locked on mine.
I exhaled a triumphant laugh before reaching down between my legs and rubbing my needy, wet clit.
“You need me, don’t you, Ana? You need me like the air we breathe?” he asked with uncertainty between hitched breaths, his chest rapidly rising and falling.
I pulled my mouth from his cock and brought my hands to his length, stroking quickly as I spoke the words. “Yes, baby. I need you. I’m desperate for you, Charlie.”
And I believed it. It was hard to admit, but I wasn’t holding back anymore.
After I said the words, Charlie groaned loudly, as if my declaration turned him on even more.
“I’m consumed by you, mi vida,” I continued, my strokes rapid and frantic. “I’m drowning in you and I never want to come up for air.”
His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled. “I’m gonna come, mi diosa . Please, I need to fuck you,” he said with shaky breath.
I smiled, rising to my feet as I slowed my speed on his length.
“You’re so sweet, baby. Tell me how much you love me as you fuck me, and then come all over my body to claim me,” I whispered in his ear before letting him go, then dropped onto my back on the bed.
His eyes widened as he took his cock in his hand and knelt on the bed, parting my legs wide, his gaze falling between my thighs.
“ Mi diosa ,” he breathed, licking his lips as he hovered above me. “I would burn the fucking world for you. I would kill for you, I would die for you,” he murmured before thrusting himself deep inside of me.
His hips pounded against mine, his eyes locked on me, the fire between us growing with every second. His expression suddenly went from desperate to something darker.
“I love you so fucking much it physically hurts, mi diosa . If you asked me to, I’d bleed for you. I’d pour out every drop of my life just to show you how much I love you.”
My breathing quickened, fear tugging at my chest, but desire overshadowed it all as he reached down, thumbing my clit, his eyes searching my face with an intense focus. My vision blurred as my pussy began to seize, pleasure bubbling in my core, and a cry escaped my lips as tears spilled down the sides of my cheeks. Charlie’s low grunts echoed under mine as he pulled out and his warm cum shot out all over my body, claiming me as I commanded.
Even as the fear in my chest built, the power I felt surged through me like a wildfire. Our love was a dangerous thing, a beautiful chaos that would inevitably end in destruction. Someone was bound to get hurt—maybe both of us. The real question that haunted my mind was whether either of us would make it out alive.
* * *
Charlie and I showered together, the silence between us thick as he washed me gently and carefully. I hadn’t meant for this to become so intense, but now that I was in it, I couldn’t trace where it all began. Our love kept spiraling, growing more consuming with every moment. How high would we climb before it inevitably crashed into dangerous territory?
With how strongly I felt, I was terrified to know what he was thinking. I couldn’t imagine the intensity of his mind.
We walked into the kitchen, his hand lingering at the small of my back as we stepped into the quiet room. The smell of eggs and toast filled the air, but something about the atmosphere felt…off. Sloane sat at the table, her eyes glued to her phone, and Callan stood by the counter as he glanced up at us from his phone.
I smiled, trying to brush off the strange energy that seemed to hit us the moment we walked in. “Morning,” I said lightly, glancing at Sloane and Callan, both of them unusually quiet.
“Morning, Mom,” Sloane muttered, her eyes flicking towards Charlie and then quickly back to her phone. I couldn’t help but notice the way her posture stiffened, how Callan would barely acknowledge us.
Charlie, calm on the surface but clearly more tense than usual, slid a plate in front of me. “For you,” he said quietly with a small smile.
I took my seat, but my mind was already spinning, trying to piece together why the room felt so stiff. Maybe they were upset with each other? Sloane and Callan weren’t arguing last night, but something must have happened. Something wasn’t right.
Or…had they heard us last night and this morning? The thought shot through my mind like a bolt of lightning. I swallowed hard, the heat creeping up my cheeks. Charlie and I hadn’t exactly been quiet and now I wondered if they heard everything .
I glanced at Sloane, trying to read her expression. Was she avoiding eye contact because she knew? She wasn’t exactly shy talking about sex, but maybe actually hearing her own mother was another thing altogether. The thought made me shift uncomfortably in my seat, my palms sweaty under the table.
Charlie sat beside me, his hand finding its place on my knee under the table, but my focus was elsewhere. Callan still hadn’t said much, and Sloane was unusually quiet, her eyes still fixated on her phone.
“Everything looks great,” I said, trying to break the silence, but the awkwardness lingered.
“Sorry if it’s a bit cold. Got a little distracted this morning,” Charlie teased, his hand tightening slightly on my knee.
My cheeks flushed and I glanced at Sloane who bit her lip slightly, a small smile lingering on her lips. “I bet,” she muttered.
I bit my lip, uneasy. Dios mio, they did hear.
“How did you guys sleep?” I asked, hoping to shift the mood.
Sloane shrugged, her voice flat. “Fine.”
Callan was quiet for a moment, his eyes shifting between me and Charlie. “Yeah, I slept fine,” he finally said, his tone too casual.
The thought that they might’ve heard everything from last night only made the tension worse. I tried to shake it off, focusing on the breakfast in front of me.
Maybe it wasn’t just what they’d heard. Maybe something had happened between them, something I wasn’t part of. But that possibility didn’t ease my embarrassment at all.
I glanced around the room and it felt like something was about to snap. I was about to press them further when Sloane broke the silence, her voice now light and casual. “So, Mom,” she said, glancing at me with a sly smile. “It didn’t sound like you got much sleep last night?”
My cheeks immediately burned. Charlie’s hand tensed slightly on my knee and Callan glanced away with a subtle eye roll.
“ Ay ,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands, unable to stop the embarrassed laugh that escaped me. “You heard us.”
Sloane grinned and the tension in the room finally eased as she shrugged. “I think the whole building heard you,” she teased. “But hey, it’s your space. Do what you gotta do.”
I let out a relieved laugh, though I could still feel the lingering embarrassment. “Sloane…”
Charlie chuckled beside me, the tension lifting from his body as well. “Sorry about that,” he said, though his tone was unapologetic as he flashed me a wink.
Sloane waved it off. “Maybe you guys should like, I don’t know…soundproof your room.”
The room lightened, the awkwardness dissolving into something more familiar, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this. Still, I let it go. Whatever tension had been building, Sloane seemed to smooth it over.
“I was thinking,” Sloane began as we cleaned up from breakfast, her voice low despite it being just the two of us in the kitchen. “We should go check out that new boutique thrift store that just opened down the street. Just the two of us.”
I nodded, smiling as I opened the dishwasher. “Sure, baby. That would be fun.” But as soon as I said it, a small tug of worry crept in, wondering what Charlie would do without me for a few hours. We had spent nearly every waking moment together this past week, and he made it clear that he never wanted to leave my side. But of course, we’d have to do things separately sometimes. It would be too suffocating if he were with me constantly… right ? My head told me yes, but my heart said that I wanted him to follow me around like a little puppy. Perhaps I could even get him a leash…
“So, you and Charlie…” Sloane said, pulling me back from my thoughts. Her tone was serious with a subtle hint of concern. “I didn’t realize how serious this was.”
A flustered smile tugged at my lips and I shrugged, shaking my head slightly. “It’s just…intense, and I don’t know where it’s headed. I’m not even sure I’m ready for something serious,” I said softly, still not ready to admit my feelings out loud to anyone else yet.
Sloane let out a gentle laugh. “I think it’s too late for that, Mom. Charlie’s totally crazy about you. This morning, he even told me he loved you, and…it was a lot.” Her tone was teasing, but she was cautious, watching my reaction.
Wait — this morning? Was that why it felt so tense earlier? When did this happen?
Sloane answered my unspoken question. “We had a chat early this morning before you woke up,” she said, probably sensing my confusion.
“ Ay, dios mío, ” I muttered, pausing mid-motion. I’d explicitly told Charlie I wasn’t ready for others to know about us. And yet, he’d gone and confessed it anyway.
“What?” Sloane asked, picking up on my irritation.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Charlie was suddenly walking into the kitchen, carrying a stack of plates. His gaze locked with mine for a moment, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but he moved on, heading towards the sink.
“I’ll go get ready,” Sloane said quickly and disappeared down the hall.
I crossed my arms as Charlie rinsed a plate, casting a sidelong glance over his shoulder. His jaw was clenched and his shoulders looked tense.
“You’re not ready for anything serious? You’re unsure where this is headed?” he muttered, his voice clipped with anger, his eyes now fixed on the sink.
I inhaled sharply, caught off guard. “You were eavesdropping?”
“Yeah. Glad I did, too. Good to know I’m still being strung along here, even after you said you loved me. Or was that just a lie? Has everything you’ve said to me been a lie?” He slammed the plate down, turning off the faucet abruptly, his chest heaving as he finally faced me.
My heart plummeted and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “No, Charlie. I do love you. But I asked you to keep this between us for now, and you didn’t. I’m not ready for everyone to know yet.”
“Why not? Are you embarrassed to be with me?” His stance mirrored mine, his expression a storm of hurt and frustration.
I took a steadying breath, searching for the right words. “No! It’s because…because I’m not supposed to need anyone, Charlie. I’m not supposed to be so deeply in love like this, especially so fast, and it feels…it feels so out of control, and I’m scared.” A single tear slipped down my cheek as I held his gaze.
The hard lines of his face softened, his breathing evening out as he looked at me with quiet understanding.
“I’m never going to hurt you, mi diosa . You’re safe with me, even if this feels like we’re jumping out of a moving vehicle,” he whispered, taking a step closer. His voice softened, carrying a steadiness that clashed with the intensity in his eyes. “I know that feeling because that’s exactly what this is like for me too.”
He took another step and I could feel the heat radiating from him as he continued. “I’m never going to leave, and my feelings for you…they’re never going to fade. This feeling…it’s the biggest rush and the scariest thing I’ve ever known.” He paused, taking my hands. “I just need to know you feel it too, that you’re in this with me, and that you won’t walk away just because it scares you.”
I shook my head. “I already told you—I’m yours, Charlie. Just because I’m scared, it doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere.” My voice softened as I added, “But I need you to respect my boundaries. I need to feel like I can trust you.”
He nodded earnestly. “You can trust me, I promise.” A sudden hint of regret crossed his face. “I’m sorry. I know my impulsiveness and passion get the best of me sometimes. But I’ll work on it. I’ll try harder, mi diosa .”
He gently cupped my face in his hands, his lips brushing softly against mine, igniting that familiar heat low in my belly. But before I got swept into another round of our intense lovemaking, I broke the kiss, resting my hands on his solid biceps.
“Sloane and I are having a little outing today. Just the two of us. Will you be alright?” I asked cautiously.
A hint of hesitation crossed his face as he stepped back. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? With all the media chaos we’ve been dealing with lately?”
A sudden doubt crept in but I shook my head, trying to project confidence. “We’ll be fine. Miles will trail behind us.”
Charlie’s jaw clenched, his green eyes darkening with frustration. “Why can’t I protect you? You don’t need Miles anymore,” he muttered bitterly.
I let out a soft laugh to ease the tension. “This is Miles’ job, baby. I know you’re more than capable of keeping me safe.”
Charlie’s gaze flicked toward the hallway and mine followed, catching sight of Callan casually passing by the kitchen.
“ He’s not going, is he?” Charlie asked with irritation as he glanced back at me.
“No, just me and Sloane. You can stay here if you’d like,” I offered gently.
He sighed, his stance softening. “No, I should head home for a bit. My plants could use some watering,” he added with a playful smirk, the tension finally easing.
An idea sparked and I looked at him with a smile. “Why don’t we all meet at your place for dinner? I’d love for them to see your beautiful home.”
Charlie’s dimples popped as he put his hands around my waist, his hips closing in on mine.
“I have to wait until dinner to see you?” he murmured, his charming grin making me melt as his hard cock pressed insistently against my stomach, teasing me.
Another idea popped into my head. I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a whisper, conscious of Callan just outside the kitchen.
“Share your location with me,” I demanded softly, teasingly. “And update me every thirty minutes with a selfie. Make them dirty.” I traced a finger along his jaw, feeling his breath quicken. “Tell me all the filthy things you want me to do to you. If you’re good,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “I’ll choose one of them to make happen tonight.”
“Fuck. Yes, mi diosa ,” he murmured, his grip on my hips tightening as desire flickered in his eyes. “Please…let me fuck you before you go.”
“No,” I replied instantly, holding my ground despite the ache pooling low in my belly. “You need to show me you’re a good boy first.” I stepped back, a rush of regret already stirring inside me as I felt the wetness between my legs for him.
Charlie swallowed hard but he nodded. “Can I jerk off to you?”
I bit my lip, feeling that familiar thrill. He was handing me the reins, willingly surrendering, and I was thriving in the power of it. “No. All of your cum belongs to me.”
He groaned but took my hand. “Every ounce of me is for you, mi diosa .”