17. Bea
17
Bea
I nod against Charlie’s mouth, and in one quick swoop he picks me up. I squeak in surprise but he shushes me with his kiss.
After Charlie’s freshman year at college, he came home for the summer. I had just moved out of my parents’ house and into an apartment with roommates—roommates who didn’t hide having sex and had shifts at their jobs that would leave Charlie and me home alone for long stretches. I’d prepared by making a list of everything I wanted to do. One of those things was sex against the wall.
For a myriad of reasons, that didn’t work very well. Neither did the shower sex. But now, Charlie’s arms feel sturdy, like maybe we could actually pull off that move if we tried it.
Instead, though, Charlie carries me. He navigates around the furniture and up the stairs, and I take advantage of having his neck right in front of me. I lick his pulse point, which causes him to tighten his grip on my ass, squeezing me closer. I nuzzle the skin right below his ear and make my way to his Adam’s apple, where I press kisses until he carefully shuts his bedroom door and kneels on the bed, leaning over to gently put me down.
“Brat,” he whispers against my lips.
I smile, but he kisses it away.
Between my legs, Charlie is hard and my dress has ridden up to my waist. That soaked thong isn’t doing anything to protect me from the grinding motion Charlie is doing with his hips, and it’s making me squirm.
Charlie gives my lip a nibble, tugging it gently before he pulls away.
“I have a question for you.”
He didn’t bother to turn any lights on, but the blinds in his room are open and the Christmas lights on the exterior of the house make it unusually bright.
“Hmm. Is it like a ‘should I grab a condom’ question or a ‘what is the meaning of life’ question?”
I feel his stomach bounce with a silent laugh. “It’s more of a question about this...” His hand snakes up my body and settles on my throat.
Oh.
I swallow and can feel the extra pressure from his grip.
“What do you want to know?” I whisper.
“Did you like this back when we were together before?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. You never held me like that.”
There’s a beat of silence while his thumb strokes the side of my neck. “Other men, though?”
“No.”
I can feel how pleased this makes him.
Neanderthal.
“Is it the feeling of being caught? Or do you like breath play?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I didn’t realize I liked it until yesterday.”
He kisses me, closed mouth against my lips, and then shifts to the side, propping his head up on his other hand while he looks down at me. The hand on my throat keeps stroking.
“I like that I’m learning new things about you.”
I tilt my head. “Tell me a new thing about you .”
He’s quiet for a moment, thinking. “I like being bitten.”
I click my teeth, earning a laugh.
“Where?”
“My chest, my shoulder. Hickeys optional. Nail scratches too.”
He’s done that with other women, I realize. Of course he has; I wasn’t expecting that he was celibate.
I’m quiet for so long he continues without prompting. “I wish I’d told you back then.”
My head rears back in surprise—or at least as far back as it can go when I’m being lightly held against the bed. “You knew back then?”
“Well, I wanted to try it.”
I’m flabbergasted. And a little hurt. I’d had a list of things to try, and here was this kink that Charlie had known he’d wanted to do.
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
His thumb strokes my neck. “I don’t know. Maybe I was embarrassed. I would have had to explain...” He clears his throat. “I would have had to talk about watching porn halfway across the country from you and about how I missed you and sex. I wasn’t—I wasn’t used to asking for things from you and I just thought I was the luckiest guy. I didn’t want to make things harder for either of us. How could I need anything more?”
I look up at Charlie, searching. So much has changed in the eight years since we were together, and while we were each other’s firsts in a lot of ways, our relationship wasn’t perfect. It was the relationship of two young people navigating growing up and apart.
I let that absorb and resolve to think about it more later. But for right now...
Reaching up, I undo the top button on Charlie’s oxford. I work my way down, pulling the tail out of his pants, and then run my hands up Charlie’s chest. We’re kissing again, and I twist us so that Charlie’s on his back.
He stretches an arm over his head, watching me with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling in eager anticipation.
“Tell me if I go too hard,” I whisper right into his pec before I bite down.
His breath catches and he shifts before murmuring, “Harder.”
I do, and he sucks in a hiss, his hips lifting off the bed. Before I can react, he’s breaking the connection and reaching down, tugging my dress over my head until I protest and tell him there’s a side zipper. Once my dress is off, Charlie flips us and slides his body down mine, kissing and licking as he goes. He digs beneath me to unhook my bra and nips and sucks my nipples until they’re stiff and achy.
Charlie runs a finger down my thong and I stifle a groan when the gentle touch runs over my clit.
He takes his mouth off my right breast with a pop. “Do you still prefer fingers over mouth?”
I look at him in the dark. He told me what he wants, and I should be honest with him even if it hurts his pride. He said he’s more skilled now, but...
“No,” I say. “I get off better with oral now.”
He comes up and kisses me hard. “Good.”
I smile as he moves down, until his fingers push my thong aside and his mouth covers me, and then I gasp.
Charlie is into it. He works his tongue over me, tasting me and playing with me, eliciting quiet gasps and twitches. I reach down and grip his hair, tugging him closer and silently begging for him to make me come. He sucks on me hard, rolling my clit between his lips until my thighs clamp around his head and I come in long, glorious waves against his mouth.