Chapter 46
CHARLIE
My hands are shaking and my heart is racing so hard and so fast it feels like it could fly out of my chest as I reach for the lube, squeezing a puddle out into my palm.
Myles’s hands clench around my waist, fingers flexing when I wrap my grip around his length, stroking and spreading the lube over every thick, delicious inch of him.
His hips buck into my grasp, chasing the friction, not going still until I lower myself down far enough that his crown nudges my lube-slicked hole.
We gasp in unison when I rock back and bear down, letting his flared head slip inside me.
Myles’s fingers tighten their grip on my waist and my hands splay flat over his broad, firm chest, holding me up as I slowly sink down on his length, taking him inch by inch.
In the background of my thoughts, I can feel the stretch and faint burn of how thick he is, but more than that and even more than the pleasure blooming through me, all I can really focus on is the look on his face and the pounding beat of his heart beneath my palm.
I’m totally spellbound; watching every minute emotion and flash of pleasure flickering through his eyes as he watches me, lips trembling with his shallow breaths, hands stroking and caressing over my sides, down my back, along my thighs.
“Fuuck, Charlie.” Myles’s voice trembles as he slips one of his hands up into my hair when he bottoms out. “It feels—” His head falls back as his words are lost to ragged, gasping breaths, like he’s trying to pull himself together.
“I know, baby.” I catch hold of his wrist, dragging his hand forward until I can lean in and kiss his palm.
And ohmigod, I do know. Feeling him in me like this has me falling apart at the seams, so lost between pleasure and the thrilling, heartbreaking surge of love that’s filling me, I can’t see or feel or think anything that isn’t him.
The first circling roll of my hips as I lift up and rock back down along his shaft pulls a moan from us both. Already, there’s a slow-burning fire building in me, smoldering through my limbs and blazing low in my core, and I know it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t last. I’m not going to either.
When I sink down onto him next, he thrusts up to meet me, driving himself so deep, my breath catches in my throat.
Instantly, he freezes.
“Too much?” Beneath me, I can feel his body trembling, can see the heaving of his chest as he struggles to keep still. There’s worry in his eyes too though, because of course he thinks he’s done something wrong.
“No,” I shake my head, totally unable to keep myself from grinding forward on him as my body arches with the pleasure of how completely he’s filling me.
“So, so good.” My voice shakes, threatening to break as I lift up before sinking down on him again.
“Don’t hold back. Let me feel how badly you want it. ”
Something wild and hungry and feral glints in his eyes, and then he’s rolling us, flipping me onto my back without pulling out.
“Like this?” His solid, warm body presses into mine as he ruts forward, deep and slow, like he’s carving out a place for himself inside me.
Before I can even try to answer, he’s kissing me, one arm beneath my shoulders, holding me to him, his other hand reaching down to grab hold of the back of my thigh, lifting it to wrap around his hip.
My body lights and trembles at the possessiveness of his passion as he takes over my senses.
All that exists is the weight and heat of him and the feel of his hands and tongue and cock claiming me as his.
“Ohmigod,” I whimper against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging to him like I can pull him deeper into me if I just hold him tight enough. “Don’t stop. Don’t…don’t ever…stop, Myles.”
His breathy chuckle ends on a groan as I lift my hips to meet his next thrust, and he buries his face against the base of my throat.
“This…feels good?” He pants out the words, the whisper of his heavy, warm breath along my skin raising goosebumps over my body. I can hear the strain in his voice, same as I can feel it rippling through his muscles as he moves over me.
“It’s so…so good, baby.” I roll my body, moving with him as his crown brushes just shy of my prostate as it slides past, the tease a delicious torture just this side of enough. “If you,” I bring my hands down and grab hold of his hips as he withdraws, angling him how I want him, “like this.”
He rocks forward into me, and my head falls back against the pillow as his next thrust strokes directly over the spot, sending pleasure radiating through me as I gasp out, “There. Ohmigod, yes, there!”
Myles’s groan mingles with the sensation of his thrusts, pulling the building tension in my body tighter. He lifts his head from my neck, watching my face through hooded eyes as he unravels me, piece by piece.
“How does it feel?” His question is so quiet, it’s almost lost to our heavy breathing and the soft, steady creaking of the bed. If I hadn’t seen his lips move, I might not have even realized he’d spoken.
“Incredible,” I moan. “You’re…ohhh, ohmigod…you’re…making me feel…so fucking good, Myles.”
A shudder ripples through him at my words, but he shakes his head. “No.” His eyes are wide and vulnerable and completely drunk with desire and pleasure as he locks his gaze on mine. “Tell me…tell me what it feels like…Charlie. I…I want to know.”
The tide of arousal that crashes through me has me speechless for a moment, totally unable to do anything besides whimper as I take in the flush creeping over his cheeks. Ohmigod, is he asking because—
My cock throbs, twitching and leaking between us, and it takes everything I have to pull myself together enough to rasp out, “There’s a…
stretch…at first. An ache that’s…that’s all mixed up with…
with the anticipation and high of feeling you…
sliding into me. And then, ohhmigod, Myles, it—it’s like…
like I can feel you everywhere. Like you’re lighting up… every nerve in my body. Everywhere.”
His lips are parted for his choppy breaths, his jaw slack as he takes in my words. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nod as heat prickles over my skin. “And it…fuck, Myles…it just keeps building…these waves rolling through me…And my cock… Ohmigod, Myles, just your abs…your abs dragging over it… It’s like…like every touch is magnified until…oh, ohhh fuck, baby—”
He's reached between us, grabbing hold of my shaft, stroking firmly, using the precum that just won’t let up dripping down from my tip as lube as he twists and jerks his wrist.
“Keep…telling me,” he pants, hips stuttering as his body tenses. “Fuck, Charlie, it’s so fucking hot—”
“You,” I moan, arching against him as my orgasm starts to build, my balls aching and tight with pleasure as they draw up. “You make me feel…so full…so—”
Myles lets out a shuddering groan as his grip tightens convulsively in my hair where he’d buried the fingers of his hand that isn’t working furiously over my shaft.
Deep in me, I feel the jerk and pulse of his cock as his balls empty into the condom, and ohmigod, I wish it wasn’t there.
I wish I could feel his release, hot and thick, painting my insides and marking me as his—
Sensation explodes through me, rippling through my muscles as my back bows up off the bed, pressing me into Myles’s body.
“Myles, ohhh-ohmigod, Myles—” All I can do is cry out his name.
My cum floods his hand, spilling and dripping down onto my skin as he strokes me through the orgasm that seizes me, stealing my breath and whiting out my vision with blinding intensity as Myles rocks into me in stilted, uneven thrusts, moaning out his own pleasure.
When he collapses on me in a damp, sweaty heap, all limp muscle and heaving breath, fir forest and Myles smelling, my heart is right up in my throat.
My arms wrap around his back as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, and when his fingers slip through my hair, smoothing it back from my face, my eyes blur with tears as I grin stupidly into his curls.
I’ve never come at the same time with anyone before Myles, but with him, it’s like it’s just an inevitability, and I’m not even a little surprised, just like I haven’t been every time it’s happened before.
It’s just how we are, so perfectly in sync.
The same way Myles’s pain has always been my pain, his pleasure is mine too.
I could happily stay like this the entire rest of the night, but way too soon, I can feel Myles’s cock start to soften in me.
With a disappointed huff of breath, he shifts, reaching down to hold the condom around the base of his shaft as he pulls out.
Sated and boneless and totally blissed out as I am, the loss of him inside me is immediate.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as he pushes up from the bed, and it takes everything in me not to beg him not to go. I’m being needy and clingy and ridiculous. I know this, but ohmigod, that look in his eyes when he’d been inside me…
As soon as he’s stripped the condom off and tied it to toss in my bathroom trash across the hall, Myles practically dives back into my bed, and my heart skips and leaps as he snuggles against me, settling his head on my chest and throwing one leg over my hips as his hand comes to rest on my stomach.
I don’t have the heart to mention that I’m all sticky and messy with lube and cum that I really should hop up and wipe off, or that he could have brought me a towel to take care of the situation here.
Besides, I really couldn’t care less right now, not with his fingers stroking soft patterns over my skin and his lips gently brushing half-way kisses over my collarbone.
“Was that—” He lifts his head, and I scowl at him, cutting his question short.
“If you’re about to ask if that was okay, Myles Marlow—”
He grins, ducking down to nip at my pec, turning my scolding into a moan. “What if I was going to ask if it was as amazing for you as it was for me?”
I huff out a laugh. “That would be acceptable.”
“Acceptable?” He raises his eyebrows as his grin widens. “So glad I have your permission to ask my question.”
“A question you should still already know the answer to.” I scoot down on the bed, bringing our faces on level so when I snuggle against him, our foreheads bump and our noses brush.
“But yes, Myles.” I press a kiss to his lips.
“It was so totally amazing. I,” I run my hand through his gorgeously wrecked curls, sucking in a breath for courage.
“I wanted to ask you something though. When you wanted to know what it felt like for me, was that just dirty talk, or was there another reason you wanted to know?”
His face flushes but he doesn’t look away, still holding my gaze as he nods slowly. “Yeah.”
He pauses, tugs me a little closer against him, and it makes me more than a little giddy to think that maybe he’s just done it for reassurance, like holding me calms whatever nerves he’s working through.
“Yeah,” he whispers again. “I wanted to know because— Charlie, would you ever want to do that…to me?”
“You want me to top?” It doesn’t make one bit of difference how hard I just came. My cock twitches and throbs as a million images burst through my head, years of fantasies and wishful thinking…
He nods, a worried line creasing the space between his eyebrows, but there’s a molten heat in his eyes that tells me that whatever that worry is, it’s not coming from a lack of desire for what he’s just told me. “But I get it if that’s not something you like. I know not all guys—”
My laugh stops him dead. For a moment, there’s a panicked look on his face, like he’s so sure he’s said something wrong, and so I do the only thing that makes sense, pull him to my lips and kiss him.
I shake my head, still laughing lightly as I pull back from him.
It’s not that there’s anything particularly funny about the situation, except maybe for the irony that I’d gone pretty far along the road of assuming the exact opposite about him. I’m mostly just laughing because I’m so damn happy, I can’t help it.
How can this man be so perfect? Except, isn’t this how it’s always been with us? Each of us so perfectly shaped to hold up the other?
“Myles. Baby.” I stroke my fingers over his face, loving, as always, the silky coarseness of his scruff against my skin. “That is so something I like.”
His eyes go wide as a soft puff of surprised breath escapes him. “Really?”
“Topping is my preference, usually.”
He has questions. Many, many questions. I can see them fighting for precedence behind his gorgeous, endlessly brown eyes. And of course, what comes out first is the one thing I should have led with, because naturally his mind just went there.
“Just now— You didn’t tell me—”
I shake my head firmly, fixing my eyes on his.
“Didn’t you just hear me say usually? Myles, I loved what we just did.
It was exactly what I wanted and exactly what I needed.
It was incredible and I want it again, alright?
Soon. Often. Unless you don’t want to, I’d give anything to have you inside me again.
I love both topping and bottoming, I promise.
Topping happens to usually be my preference, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times I’d rather bottom. Like today.
“But do I want to top you? Ohmigod, if you want me to, yessss. Myles, you have no idea how much I want that.
“Now tell me you believe me.” I arch my eyebrows at him, daring him to tell me otherwise, and his face splits into a grin.
“You are so damn bossy,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he leans in to press a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, Charlie. I believe you.”