Chapter 58 Derrick
DERRICK
“Good morning,” Charlie groans as he stretches beside me.
“You’re so hot.” I sigh, taking in every tanned, toned muscle on his naked body. It’s like he’s carved from stone. I’m one lucky man.
“You’re good for my ego.” He grins, nuzzling into my neck as a contented sigh falls from his lips. I let my hands run over his tattoos, my fingertips tracing the military insignia. My very own GI Joe, I smirk to myself. “So, how are you feeling this morning?”
“Sore.” I chuckle. Concern laces Charlie’s brows. “I’m not complaining. I will never complain about you wanting to blow my back out.”
“It’s not my fault you’re insatiable, and I can’t get enough of you,” he says, nipping my skin along my chest, teasing me.
“I’ve unleashed the beast.”
Those eyes look up at me. “Damn right you have.” He smirks cockily. “Now I’m starved after fucking you all night, so shall we head up to breakfast so we can grab some sustenance and then head back to bed and work it off again.”
“I like the sound of that.” I grin. “Shower then breakfast.” I still. “Is your leg waterproof? I never … um … thought about that before.”
Charlie’s eyes darken with those clouds again. “I might head back to my own villa and …”
“Hey,” I say, grabbing his chin. “Where did you go?”
His brows pull together. “I don’t want you to see me like that, not yet.”
“Like what?”
Charlie rolls away from me. “My leg isn’t waterproof. I have to take it off and shower without it. Usually, I’ll have a shower chair in there, so I don’t fall, but it’s back at my villa.”
“Can I help you?” The look Charlie gives me breaks my heart again.
He’s worried that seeing him vulnerable like that is going to make me not want him.
I don’t think he realizes how much I want him.
“Look, it’s for my own selfish needs. I like seeing you naked, plus if I help, I get to run my hands over your naked body, and I really like touching your muscles. ”
This makes Charlie laugh. “Fine,” he says, giving in, and I didn’t think I could be so happy about showering with someone before.
I know this is a lot for Charlie to let me see him in such a vulnerable state.
If we are all in on this, we are all in on everything that comes with it, not just the sex or the dating.
I head on up to the shower, letting him mentally prepare, and if I’m honest, maybe I need a moment, because I don’t want to do or say anything that might make him feel uncomfortable.
My last wish would be to gawk at his leg and bring all of Charlie’s fears to fruition.
Last night and this morning, when he fucked me, I never noticed his leg, but in the cold light of day I will, and I desperately want to make sure that he knows that I think he is the hottest fucking man in the world.
I can’t believe how quickly things have changed between us.
I feel like I’ve known Charlie my entire life, that we have always been together.
It feels right. Natural. We have a long way to go till I can even think of a happily ever after, but I’m hoping and for the first time in my life, praying that he’s the one for me because fuck do I want him to be.
Walking into the bathroom, I turn the shower on and get the temperature right.
Stepping in, I let the warm water wash over me, then lather myself up and wash the suds away, waiting for the moment Charlie comes in.
There’s a chance he might not, and I’d understand, but as soon as that thought enters my mind, the bathroom door creaks and he walks in, totally naked, and I forget to breathe.
All that taut, tanned, toned muscle on display, I take in his tattoos, the hair on his chest, and the little trail down past the deep V of his hips down toward his neatly trimmed pelvic area, where his thick, heavy cock hangs.
“D, if you keep looking at me like that …” he growls, and it makes my balls tingle.
My eyes reluctantly move from his cock and further down his legs, and that’s where I see his leg for the first real time.
Honestly, it’s like I thought it would look, I’m not surprised by it nor turned off. It’s just him.
“I don’t understand what you see in me, you could have anyone,” I tell him.
Charlie stills, those soulful eyes widening as he takes in my body underneath the water. “I could say the same thing.”
I shake my head. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
“D …” Charlie gasps.
“You are. I’m the luckiest guy in the world, Charlie.” Look at me gushing like a virgin. I’ve never been like this toward a guy before. You’ve never fallen so quickly before. He’s different. Or maybe you are. Is this what growing up feels like?
“I’ve never had anyone look at me like you are right now. Like you can see into my soul,” Charlie confesses.
“You feel it, too, don’t you?” I ask. He nods. Thank fuck because it’s going to hurt like a bitch if it really is one way. “Join me, let me clean you up so I can dirty you all over again.”
Charlie smirks and takes a step toward the shower before stopping and those dark clouds appear again as he looks at the shower and then his leg.
“Tell me what you need?” I ask him. His mouth opens to tell me, then closes, and I can see he is trying, really trying to be brave and not freak out, but he is.
“Take your leg off and get in the fucking shower, Charlie, so I can clean you.” The growled command snaps him out of his darkness, and I watch him do as he is told and take off his leg.
As soon as he slides the sock off his limb, I see the jagged red and pink scars on his skin, and my heart aches for him, for what he had endured.
“I can’t get in without you, I might slip,” Charlie says quietly.
Right, of course. He can’t hop into the shower because the water poses a safety hazard.
I step out and smile as I grab him by the hips and lift him, pulling a squeal from his lips before moving him into the shower and placing him down carefully as the water hits his stone-like body.
I grab the washcloth, douse it with soap, and start washing him.
Those intense eyes track me and my movements, and his body isn’t as relaxed as I had hoped it would be, but I’ll give him time because this was a big moment for him and he’s doing so well.
I lather him up and then wash him off. He stands there taking me all in, and thankfully, some of the tension has subsided from his shoulders.
Now that he’s clean, he deserves a reward for being such a good boy for me.
I drop to my knees, and before he even has a chance to register what is happening, my mouth is engulfing his cock and I’m taking him all the way back to my throat.
“Derrick,” he moans as his hands land on my shoulders for stability.
I stop and let his hardening dick fall from my mouth. “Are you okay? This is kind of dangerous, isn’t it?”
Charlie smirks. “It is, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“I need you to know I think everything about you is beautiful.” I continue to look up at him, those intense eyes narrowing on me.
“I believe you.” He smiles, cupping my chin.
I press my lips against the tip of his dick. “You do?”
Charlie bites his bottom lip and nods, which makes my dick throb, but he’s right, now is not the time for shower sex. My eyes land on his limb, and the next thing I know, I’m leaning forward and kissing the scared mess. Charlie audibly inhales and stiffens upon feeling my lips on his scars.
“Everything about you is beautiful,” I murmur, standing up and pressing him against the tiled wall. “Keep those hands on my shoulders, Charlie,” I command as I grab my cock and his and start sliding them together, loving the way he groans.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He chuckles.
“Be a good way to die, death by jerking,” I tease.
His head falls back as he closes his eyes, letting me take over.
I continue the perfect rhythm, watching all his muscles contort under the strain of holding himself up, and my intense jerking.
“Come for Daddy,” I coo to him, which makes him burst out laughing.
“Derrick, are you trying to shrivel my dick up?” He chuckles.
“You’re not into the whole daddy kink?” I continue to jerk us.
“No,” he moans, which makes me chuckle.
“What about if I say, ‘Come for me, bitch?’” My hand continues to jerk us both, my teeth sinking into my lip.
“D … you don’t need to say a thing. Your hand is wrapped around my dick, I’m going to come.
” He chuckles darkly before a moan takes over and his body shifts.
Concentrate, you don’t want him to slip.
“Fuck, D, I’m going to come.” He curses as hot spurts land on his stomach and my hand, which sets off my own orgasm, covering myself and him.
“Damn you, I nearly fell. Next time you want to fuck in the shower, make sure a chair is in here.”
“Noted.” I hum as I clean us both off.
“D, thank you,” he says, leaning in and kissing me, wrapping his strong arms around my neck as he pulls me to him. “I know what you were doing.”
“Was it that obvious?”
He smiles again. “Yeah, but it’s the thought that counts and the orgasm. I like it when you make me come,” he declares.
“I like making you come, too.” I press a kiss to his lips. “I need food, this boy is starving.”
“It’s going to be okay,” I reassure Charlie as we walk into the pavilion for breakfast, hand in hand. My friends turn around, and I can see their surprised faces. I lean in and kiss Charlie on the cheek, making sure they all know where I stand.
“Knew it.” Jackson points. Everly is sitting beside him, her mouth hanging open as she stares at her brother.
“No fucking way,” Christian calls out, making the rest of the table turn around and look at us.
“Everyone, this is Charlie Nash, Jackson’s friend and now mine,” I say, squeezing his hand with mine. Dirty Texas all say hi and greet him warmly.
“So, you two are?” Christian asks.
“Seeing each other,” Charlie answers for me.