Chapter 19 #2
I chuckle, my cheeks heating. “Yeah, well, things have changed since then.”
Truth is, I wanted to say these things to her back then, but I wasn’t brave enough. And I’ve really got nothing to lose right now, so why not?
“It’s hot,” she says. “Keep going.”
“It’s a shame it’s been so long since I’ve been inside of you,” I murmur, swiping my thumb over the tip of my dick, spreading around the pre-cum dripping from my slit. “I’m craving your body.”
“Is that right?” she purrs.
“Mmhmm. I’m craving it constantly.”
“But what about your girlfriend?” she asks, words still breathy, but I don’t miss the bite to her tone either.
“I told you, Sunny, we broke up.”
Charley huffs out a small chuckle before saying, “Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything, Sunny.”
She moans at that, making my balls throb. “Have you ever thought of me when you were fucking her?”
Oh fuck…
“More than once,” I admit, knowing I should be ashamed of that truth, but I’m not. At least not right now.
“Fuck, Graham,” she moans. “I wish you were here right now.”
“Me too. I’d have your legs wrapped around my waist while my dick filled your pussy.”
“Yes…”
“Your nails raking down my back while your sexy little moans filled my ears, like they are right now.”
“Graham… Fuck, I need you.”
“Remember that night in the field right before you left for college?” I ask, the memory vivid in my mind, like it happened last night. “You were in that cute little sundress, sitting in my lap as we made out. Your knees were digging into the dirt as you were grinding in my lap, riding my cock.”
Charley giggles. “I remember.”
We groan in unison.
“I wanna feel you wrapped around me like old times. Feel your pussy get wetter, and your moans get more desperate, then feeling you let go as you came all over my dick.”
“Fuck…” Charley gasps. “Keep talking, Graham. I’m so close.”
Her soft, yet needy moans fill the line, and I’m right there with her.
“I’m picturing us back in that field right now,” I say.
“You in my lap, my dick deep inside of you as you grind on me like you did that night. No matter how hard you try to keep it down, you can’t.
Your moans would fill the quiet night air as you bounced on my cock.
You’d be dripping all over my balls, both of us getting closer.
You gonna come with me, Sunny?” I ask, the pressure building at the base of my spine as my fist flies up and down.
“Yes,” Charley moans, deep and throaty.
“Such a good girl,” I growl. “Your pussy would contract around my dick, milking me for every last drop I have, wouldn’t it?”
She cries out, and I know she’s right on the precipice, like I am.
“Tell me how bad you want it, Sunny,” I beg. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I’ve always wanted you,” she admits, moaning louder. “It’s… Fuck!” she gasps. “It’s always you.”
That does it. I can’t hold on any longer, and based on the long moan coming out of her, I’d say Charley can’t either.
My hand tightens around my cock as my balls tighten up to my body, and a moment later, I explode.
Thick ropes shoot out, covering my hand and my stomach, pleasure soaring through every inch of my body as Charley’s cries fill my ears.
Fuck, how I wish I really was inside her.
Her body against mine. Our sweat mingling as my cock emptied inside of her. Filling her.
For a minute, neither of us says anything as we work on catching our breath.
I’m covered in my own cum, and I know I need to get up and get a rag to clean it up before it dries, but I don’t want to.
Not yet. Because as soon as I do, I know the moment will be over.
Reality will set in, and Charley will probably regret it. I’m not ready for that.
“Don’t hang up,” I say quietly.
“I’m not.” The exhaustion is evident in her voice.
“And don’t regret it.”
“I don’t,” she says, and while she may mean it now, I’m sure she will come morning.
Charley falls asleep first. I can hear her even breathing through the phone, and it reminds me of the night of that party, when I brought her back to the loft above my parents’ garage.
I fight sleep for as long as I can, wanting to soak in as much of this moment as I can, but eventually, I lose the fight.
When I wake up a few hours later to my alarm, the line’s been disconnected, but there’s a text waiting for me.
Charley: The next time you find yourself missing me, please don’t call, Graham. We’ve both moved on from that time in our life, and you have Megan now. Even if you’re broken up, we both know you’ll get back together. She’s who you should be with. I want you to be.
I knew it was coming, but it still stings.
I’ve been in love with Charley for as long as I can remember.
When she ended things in high school, claiming being with me would destroy her friendship with my sisters, I fought it.
Maybe not as hard as I could’ve, but I did.
And for a few months, we continued to talk, even after she’d left for college.
Then one night, similar to tonight, she told me we needed to stop.
Told me it was time for her to move on with her life. Time for us to meet other people.
So, I did.
It always felt like I was biding time, though.
Like I was waiting for the moment we could finally be together, the time I would finally tell her I love her, that I’ve always loved her.
But that moment never happened, and I think I owe it to myself to finally let myself truly move on.
I can’t be the guy who waits around for the girl who has no interest in me.
Charley’s made that pretty damn clear over the years, but somehow, I’m finally seeing it now.
I have to let her go.