14. Charlie
14
Charlie
B eing apart from Ana was pure agony. My chest ached with a raw, relentless need, a visceral emptiness that only her presence could fill. The distance was more than I could bear; my entire body felt her absence like a wound that wouldn’t heal.
I hated sharing her attention, even with her daughter. We only had this one week together and already Sloane was slipping in, carving out pieces of our precious time. I knew I’d never fully understand the bond between a mother and daughter—especially one as close as theirs—but it didn’t stop the simmer of resentment. Every moment Ana spent with someone else felt like something stolen from us.
And here I was, alone on my bed, sending Ana shirtless selfies, dick pics, and videos of me stroking myself, all while staring at my phone, waiting for her replies. With each message I sent, she’d respond just enough to keep me hooked, leaving me hanging onto every word. Hours had passed and all I’d gotten were a few tantalizing replies, but they were enough to feed the fire within me. Who knew that a simple “good boy” or “I love you” could satisfy my obsession so completely?
I ordered in dinner since I spent most of my alone time obsessing over my goddess, indulging in thoughts of her while touching myself, edging myself just close enough to save it all for her. Ana and Sloane were due to arrive any minute with Callan joining us later, much to my annoyance. I still hadn’t forgiven him for running his mouth to Ana, and it was becoming my quiet mission to dig up anything on him that could shake things up between him and Sloane. If he wanted to interfere, I’d make sure he regretted it.
Just as I was unpacking Thai food, Ana texted to say she arrived.
I headed down the stairs, my excitement deflating slightly when I saw Callan standing beside Sloane, just behind Ana.
“Hi. Come in,” I greeted them with a wide grin, my gaze locked on the most beautiful woman in the world.
Slipping my hand around her waist, I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her lips before pulling back and taking her hand to lead her upstairs. Behind us, I could hear Sloane and Callan following.
“I thought Callan was joining us later?” I murmured close to her ear.
“He finished his errands early,” she whispered back.
I felt my mood shift, a subtle irritation creeping in. I’d been looking forward to a chance to win Sloane over without Callan’s watchful, disapproving stare.
“Wow!” Sloane exclaimed as she took in the loft, her eyes wide with admiration. “This place is amazing, Charlie.”
I smiled, giving Ana’s hand a gentle squeeze before glancing at Callan. His gaze roamed the room, hands in his pockets, as if he were inspecting the place for something to call me out on.
“Thanks, Sloane. I ordered Thai—hope everyone’s hungry,” I said, leading them into the kitchen where I began setting out plates.
Ana was already settling in, draping her coat over a chair, while Sloane wandered over to the records stacked on a shelf by the wall. Meanwhile, Callan kept scanning the space.
“Oh my God, do you really have every Beatles album on vinyl?” Sloane asked excitedly. “They’re Callan’s favorite. Right, Cal?”
Callan’s gaze met mine and he offered a polite smile. “Good taste, man.”
I returned a forced smile. “Yeah, you too, mate.”
As dinner continued, Sloane and Ana took over most of the conversation, laughter filling the loft. I sat back, listening as Ana’s laughter came easily, her relaxed demeanor lighting up the room. It felt good seeing her like this—easygoing, in her element with her daughter. Right next to me.
But if I had to sit through the night with Callan, I figured I might as well try to win him over—or at least keep things civil. “So, the Beatles, huh? Any other favorites?” I asked, keeping my tone light.
He shrugged, settling his elbows on the table. “A bit of everything. Rap, hip hop. Classic rock. Metal. Not much for current pop stuff though,” he said, eyes steady on mine, as if my music wasn’t worth his time.
“Yeah, me neither,” I joked, even though the urge to roll my eyes was hard to shake.
He gave a brief laugh, then turned his attention back to Sloane and Ana. But something in me itched to push back, to make it clear I wasn’t just some pushover.
“You and Jake were pretty close, right? Are you still? I mean, even after what he did to Ana…to his family?”
His eyes snapped back to mine, a flicker of anger in his expression. “Nah, man. Fuck that. We don’t speak anymore.” His jaw clenched and for a moment, the room seemed to still around us. But then Ana and Sloane laughed, blissfully unaware of our conversation.
“I guess it would be difficult, hm?” I murmured, keeping my tone neutral, almost sympathetic. “I mean, with Sarah being your ex…then everything she did. With him. To him.” I let my gaze linger on him, challenging him.
Callan narrowed his eyes. “Sarah’s a fucking nutcase. So is Jake for doing that shit.”
“Right,” I agreed sarcastically, giving a slight nod. “It was all on them.”
He didn’t respond, but I thought he might stand up or cause a scene. I quickly decided to shift, keeping my tone casual, almost friendly. “Can I get you a drink? Got some whiskey that’s just begging to be poured.” I offered him a faint smile, as if I were simply trying to be a good host, but even I knew he was sober. I just wanted to continue to jab, remind him of all his weaknesses.
His face hardened, barely masking his irritation. “No. I don’t drink.”
“Oh, sorry,” I replied, feigning surprise. I let a small smirk tug at my lips as I rose from my chair and made my way to the liquor cabinet, casting him a brief glance over my shoulder, a quiet taunt lingering in the air.
“Ana, love, can I get you a drink?” I called out, catching her attention with a warm smile, then turned to Sloane. “Sorry, Sloane. I’d offer, but…a little too young for that, yeah?” My eyes flicked briefly to Callan, letting a hint of judgment settle there, even though I didn’t give a fuck.
“Cabernet, please,” Ana replied with a nod, but then glanced over at Callan. “Actually, no, it’s okay.”
Callan shook his head. “No, go ahead, Ana. It doesn’t bother me.”
I flashed a quick smile. “Perfect. One cabernet coming up.” I poured the glass, savoring the hint of tension that hung between us, then poured a whiskey for myself.
“Callan and I wanted to wander around for a bit,” Sloane said, standing up and casting a quick glance at Callan before turning her attention to me and Ana. “Did you guys want to join us?”
I caught the way Callan’s shoulders tightened and it was so fucking satisfying to see him on edge like that.
“No, baby, that’s okay,” Ana replied, standing up as well and reaching for her plate. “You two enjoy your time. We’ll meet back at home later.”
I took a casual swig of my drink, watching as they said their goodbyes. Sloane gave me a cheerful wave as she headed for the door. “Thanks for dinner, Charlie! We’ll see you later?”
I nodded, raising my glass with a slight smirk. “Absolutely.”
* * *
I found myself sprawled on the bed, my hands gripping Ana’s soft, irresistible thighs as she straddled me, her ass filling my view. She held my hard cock in her grip, stroking me slowly, teasingly, before backing up to align herself just above my mouth.
“Eat my pussy, baby,” she commanded, rolling her hips with a slow, steady rhythm.
I moaned, diving in without hesitation, my tongue sliding over her slick cunt, savoring every reaction as she shivered above me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she purred, her voice filled with pleasure. “You know exactly how to please me, baby. Such a good boy.”
Her hand tightened around me, strokes growing faster. I felt a warm line of spit slipping down my length, adding to the pulsing heat building between us. I moaned, the sound vibrating through her as I flicked my tongue over her clit, my hands spreading and squeezing her ass, holding her steady above me. It took everything in me to keep my own release in check; I couldn’t let mi diosa down.
Ana’s breaths came faster, her moans spilling out as her hips rocked above me. “Yes!” she cried, her voice catching as she began to ride my face harder, chasing her release. “Fuck, baby. I’m coming,” she gasped, her pleasure cresting.
I slowed my tongue, letting her savor every second of her climax as her hips slowed, trembling above me. But I wasn’t done; I lifted my head, trailing my tongue along her ass, tasting every part of her. She gasped, but her hips began to move again, as if neither of us could pull away, drawn into each other all over again.
“ Dios mío, yes,” she moaned deeply, her voice reverberating through me. Suddenly, I felt her warm mouth over my cock, her head moving quickly as she took me deeper, and something inside me snapped. I lifted my hips, matching her rhythm, my body responding instinctively as I buried my tongue in her ass, my hands gripping her thighs. She moaned against me, her thighs tensing around my face as another orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking in my hands.
I held back, barely hanging on, desperate for her permission to let go but needing to give her more, to bring her back to that edge again. She pulled her mouth from me, breathless, glancing over her shoulder with that devious smile that undid me every time. She swung her leg over, shifting to face me, her beautiful, big tits taking over my view as she lowered herself onto her knees. My gaze trailed over her perfect, beautiful body.
Her skin glistened and I took in every detail—the softness of her thighs, the stretch marks that traced her inner thighs and curved along her soft belly, the strength in her that drove me wild. She was all I wanted, all I needed, and as she moved closer, I felt an overwhelming urge to worship her. She was powerful, radiant, a goddess in every sense, and I was completely at her mercy, desperate to lose myself in her over and over.
“Lift your knees,” she ordered, snapping me out of my reverie. I did as she said, setting my feet flat on the bed, anticipation thrumming through me.
Ana’s hand wrapped around my cock, her strokes steady and confident. She laid on her belly flat against the bed, lowering her head as her tongue flicked over my skin, trailing down, inch by inch, until I felt the warmth of her mouth over my balls, her tongue tracing down to my ass. My breath hitched, a fantasy I held in my mind suddenly unfolding.
A wave of pleasure rolled through me as her tongue pressed against my ass, swirling in a way that made my grip on the sheets tighten, the anticipation building with every passing second. My chest rose and fell quickly, my body responding to her every move.
“You like that, baby?” she murmured, a smile in her voice as she looked up, her hazel eyes meeting mine with a knowing glint.
“Yes, mi diosa. I love it,” I answered, the words an unabashed declaration.
She chuckled softly, pushing deeper, her moan vibrating through me as our eyes stayed locked. Every nerve in my body was tuned to her touch, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was hers, held together only by her command, ready to fall apart the second she allowed it.
“I…I can’t hold off…much longer, mi diosa, ” I managed to murmur breathlessly.
“Yes, you can, baby,” she whispered, pulling her mouth away just as a disappointed moan slipped from me, the ache of wanting her filling every inch of my body.
She smirked, her middle finger slipping between her lips, her eyes on me filled with that pride that sent a jolt through me. I knew what was coming. Finally.
She gently pressed her finger to my ass, her other hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly. Her gaze fixed on mine was playful and commanding.
“I really want to fuck your ass, mi amor. But until then…” She slowly eased her finger inside and I closed my eyes, the pleasure crashing through me in waves, almost too overwhelming.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my fists clenching the sheets as her finger moved with a rhythm that almost made me burst immediately.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, her hum dripping with satisfaction. “Such a tight ass, baby. I can’t wait to fill you up and pound you,” she whispered, inching her finger deeper. “I’ll fuck you hard, stroking you until you come all over yourself, and then you’ll help me lick it clean.” Her finger picked up speed, thrusting faster, each movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
“I can’t fucking wait, mi diosa, ” I gasped. “Please, I need you to fuck me…fuck, I’m so close!”
She chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing she was relishing every second of this, taking her time, making me work for every bit of release.
“Alright, baby,” she purred. “You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve earned it. Now come in my mouth.”
Her lips wrapped around me, her warm tongue swirling as she took me in completely, and I let go, the pent-up desire spilling from deep within me. My moans grew wild and desperate as she took every wave of pleasure, her own moans vibrating against me, only intensifying the release.
She swallowed, slowly withdrawing her finger as I looked down at her, her eyes filled with triumph and satisfaction. I lay there, basking in the warmth of her gaze.
“I love you so much, Ana. You’re my fucking dream,” I breathed, releasing my grip on the sheets as I sat up, craving nothing more than to pull her close.
“I love you, Charlie,” she replied with a soft smile, lifting herself to her knees between my legs.
“Then marry me,” I blurted out, my heart suddenly hammering. The words slipped out before I could stop them, fueled by a longing so fierce it drowned out reason.
Her smile faltered as sadness crossed her face. “Charlie…” she murmured, shaking her head. “I just told you I’m not ready to tell the world about us yet.”
“The world doesn’t have to know,” I replied, my voice filled with need. “It’s just us. I need you in every way, Ana…completely.” I could hear the desperation in my voice, and somewhere, I knew I was pushing too hard. I knew she wasn’t ready. But that didn’t make the need any less real.
She blinked, her expression softening as she shook her head. “Please don’t push this, Charlie. Not now. Isn’t it enough that I love you? That I’ve already told you how much I need you…how I own you, and you own me ?”
I shook my head, the frustration bubbling up before I could stop it. “But is it really enough, Ana? You say you love me, that you need me…but then why can’t we make this real? Why does it have to stay in the shadows? I want all of you, and I’m tired of hiding it, pretending like I’m not completely yours.”
Her eyes flickered with a mix of sadness and defensiveness, but I couldn’t stop.
“You’re everything to me. I want to be more than some…secret you’re afraid to share. What’s the point of loving someone if the rest of the world doesn’t even know?”
She sighed, meeting my gaze with a new resolve as she let me sit there stewing for a minute. “Alright, Charlie…if you want more, then let’s make it official.” Her voice was steady, her determined eyes locked on mine. “Let’s go out in public together again. No more hiding.”
The words stunned me for a moment, excitement quickly sparking. “Wait, really?”
She nodded. “If it’s what you need, then yes. But you need to know it’s not just about us once we do. There’ll be cameras, questions…people dissecting everything.”
A grin broke across my face, my heart racing at the thought. “Then let’s do it,” I said, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. “No more hiding. Just…you and me.”
She nodded but I caught the faint hesitation in her eyes, the way her gaze drifted for a moment, like she was already bracing herself. “It’ll be you and me,” she murmured, her voice softening as if to remind herself. “But…everything changes once we’re out there, Charlie.”
I leaned in, taking her hand and pressing it to my chest where my heart was beating wildly. “All I want is for us to be real—out in the open, together. I’m not worried about the rest.”
She gave me a small smile but I could see the weight of her thoughts still there. “I know. I know you’re ready. I just…need a moment to let it sink in.” She took a deep breath. “Because once we do this, there’s no taking it back.”
I squeezed her hand, unwavering. “I don’t want to take it back, Ana. I’ve been waiting for this.”
She nodded again, her fingers tightening around mine. “Then…let’s do it,” she said, as if trying to push through that last thread of uncertainty.
I wrapped her in my arms, her hesitation only fueling my resolve. “We’ll face it together,” I whispered.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine, her voice soft but serious. “Are you sure you’re ready to deal with everything that comes with this? People will question us—the age difference, our lives, everything.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Let them question it. Let them talk. I don’t care, Ana.”
She looked down, biting her lip, and I could see the concern still flickering in her gaze. “People can be cruel, you know. I’ll need you every step of the way. I’ve dealt with scrutiny before and it almost broke me.”
I tightened my grip on her. “I know it won’t be easy. But you mean more to me than anything they could say or do. Let them try. We’ll show them that nothing they do can touch what we have.”
She exhaled, nodding slowly as if she was letting my words sink in, her eyes glistening with a mix of fear and resolve. She held my gaze for a moment, then leaned into me, surrendering to the moment as if releasing the last of her doubts. Her head found its place against my chest and her shoulders softened. I held her tight, feeling a mix of exhilaration and defiance, finding the thrill of stepping into something unknown.
And though a pang of guilt tugged at my chest, whispering of my own selfishness, I smothered it without mercy. Because soon, the world would know she was mine—a truth that no amount of judgment or scrutiny could tarnish.