Chapter Eight #2
He sat back on his heels by my feet, and he seemed to be waiting.
A flush swept up my neck to my cheeks, which was silly since he’d seen me naked before.
But whispering together here in the quiet hours in the silver-snowy moon glow, it was all the more intimate.
With a deep breath, I spread my legs, bending my knees and taking them as wide open as I could.
Charlie’s breath stuttered, and he licked his lips and nodded.
He took his time, running his palms over my shins and nuzzling my inner thighs, the rough rub of his stubble making me gasp.
My cock curved up to my belly, and I reached for it.
Charlie grabbed my wrist and shook his head, pressing both my hands up by my head.
I was so exposed, but I knew I was safe with Charlie.
Even when he was saying and doing dirty things, there was always a gentleness beneath it all.
I’d finally revealed the deep, dark real me—the man that even Candace never knew.
I wasn’t a boy anymore, and I trusted Charlie completely with my truth.
His teasing kisses and touches feathered over my chest. I whimpered while he sucked each of my nipples into hard nubs, all of his concentration seemingly on giving me the greatest amount of pleasure he could.
I tried to reach for him again, but he tsked and gently kissed each of my palms before pressing my arms up.
As he licked into my bellybutton, I threaded my fingers into his hair, needing to touch. My dick strained, and I arched my hips, trying to rub the shaft against him. The puff of his chuckle tickled my skin.
“Please,” I whispered.
Charlie sat back on his heels and stroked my parted thighs, watching me with a half smile. When he leaned forward again, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding, certain he was finally going to put me out of my sweet misery. But his mouth found my ear again.
“You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you?” I imagined that with most guys, the question would have been rough and crude, but with Charlie, it was a loving whisper, like he could see right into me and wanted to draw me out with no judgment.
Gasping, I nodded vigorously, my gut tightening with sticky desire. I was a slut for it, and Charlie made me feel so good about it. Maybe it was weird to be turned on by that—to be touched by that—but I was.
“A slut for me, aren’t you, Gavin?” He nipped my earlobe.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.” I was splayed and begging, and I loved it. I wanted to scream and shout, but having to whisper and touch each other without thumping around made me even hornier.
Charlie kissed my mouth, but when I opened for him, he was already licking down my chest. He looked up at me when he reached my dick, watching me as he just barely touched the tip with his tongue, tasting the drops I was leaking.
He licked his lips slowly, his eyes glinting as they locked with mine.
I shuddered, pretty sure I was about to blow my load.
Then two things happened at once: Charlie swallowed my cock almost all the way, and he slapped his hand over my mouth, smothering my cry.
My nostrils flared, the pleasure consuming me.
I was on fire, panting wetly against Charlie’s palm as he sucked me hard and fast, his other hand wrapped around the base of my shaft.
When he suddenly pulled off, I froze, tearing my gaze from his shiny lips to the door. Was someone there? Were we too loud? Oh my god, was it even locked? But before the panic could set in, Charlie was looming over me again, hissing in my ear, “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”
I couldn’t stifle my moan as I nodded. I let Charlie push and prod me until our positions were reversed and he was on his back.
He tugged on my thighs until I straddled his head.
My chest heaved as I leaned over and fed my cock between his open lips.
The sweet slide of pressure had my eyes rolling back, and I gripped the bed post so I didn’t fall over and suffocate him.
I took a few tentative rocks, and Charlie urged me on, gripping my hips.
I couldn’t really find a rhythm, but it didn’t matter because I was so close.
Grunting, I fucked deeply into his mouth, his lips stretching around me.
He trailed his fingers into the crease of my ass, brushing over my hole, and a tremor rocked me.
My orgasm flared white hot as I shot into Charlie’s mouth.
He coughed and sputtered, and I pulled out, splashing the last pulses over his face.
He closed his eyes, his mouth wide open and head back.
My cum was white against his face in the moonlight, and I wished I could take a picture of how beautiful he looked.
Instead, I leaned over and licked it up, which made him groan and kiss me hard.
I reached into his PJs for his cock, and it only took a few tugs before he came, making a heck of a mess. Panting, I flopped down, half on top of him with my face in his neck. Charlie wrapped his arms slowly around me and kissed my head.
“I know you’re Jewish, but merry Christmas. Thank you for getting me home.”
“After that, I’m thinking of converting. Pretty sure I saw Jesus.”
We laughed too loudly, and then shushed each other and held on for a long time after.
Charlie
“Mrs. Yates, that was amazing.” Sitting across from me at the dining table, Gavin patted his stomach. “I’m stuffed. With stuffing.”
I smiled at his little joke, and Ava poked me in the side, giggling. I tried to tickle under her arm, but she squirmed away before poking me again. “What?” I asked. Her gaze cut to Gavin and then back to me, but she shook her head, seeming to think better of what she was about to say.
“So glad you enjoyed it, Gavin.” Mom sipped her red wine. “It’s been wonderful having you.”
“Thank you again for serving dinner so early. I’d hate to have missed this.”
Mom waved a hand. Her cheeks were rosy, and it was nice seeing her so relaxed. “We always have an early dinner on Christmas. My mother used to have it on the table by four o’clock at the latest.” She checked her watch. “Are you all packed up? The Allens should be here soon?”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go.” Gavin’s smile faded a little. “Charlie, you’re sure you don’t mind returning the rental car in the morning?”
“No prob. Aunt Wendy, Uncle Fred, and the rest of the fam aren’t coming over for second Christmas until the afternoon.”
Gavin laughed. “Second Christmas? Is that like the hobbits’ second breakfast?”
“Yep. Everyone does their own dinner on Christmas, and every year we get together at someone’s house the day after and bring all the leftovers.” I grinned. “Plus, we get more presents.”
“Sounds pretty awesome,” Gavin said.
Dad leaned back in his chair at the end of the table opposite Mom. “Good idea the Allens have, driving up to Stowe on Christmas Day. You should make great time and be ready to hit the slopes first thing in the morning. We should try that one year, Maria. Get the whole family to come along.”
“We should,” Mom answered, but she didn’t sound convinced. “We’ll see. Skiing can be dangerous.”
Ava tensed up instantly. “I can ski, Mom. Plenty of people do it.”
Our mom sighed. “Yes, but people also get hurt. Ski into trees and break bones.”
“That’s what you said about tobogganing, but everyone does it. Sally McCormack did it yesterday, and she’s fine. I’m sick of not doing things!” Ava’s voice had become a whine. “You wouldn’t even let me join in the snowball fight!”
I put my hand on Ava’s back and rubbed a few circles while I popped an eyebrow at Mom. “Seriously? A snowball fight? She’ll be fine.”
Gripping her wine glass, Mom pressed her lips into a thin line. “You’d be surprised by the things I’ve seen over the year at the ER.” She shared a glance with Dad before exhaling. “But yes, perhaps I’m being a little overprotective.”
“We’ll have a snowball fight before I go back to school, okay, Bear?” I squeezed her little shoulder.
“Okay.” She brightened. “Can Gavin play too?”
“Totally.” I really wanted to make a comment about how we could do it tonight if Gavin stayed, but I resisted. “When he gets back from skiing, we’ll take him on.”
Gavin held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa—two against one? Hardly seems fair.”
“Are you chicken?” Ava flapped her elbows and made a clucking sound as we all burst out laughing.
“As you can see, Charlie’s a wonderful influence,” Dad drily noted.
The tension had thankfully dissipated, and Mom yawned. “I’ll be ready for bed before too long. Although I do want to try out my new e-reader.” She gave me a grin.
“Hope you like it. Just think—you’ll always have hundreds of books in your purse.
No more—” I stopped myself in time. “No more running out,” I added lamely.
I’d been about to say, “no more getting stuck with gross waiting-room magazines,” but with Ava in remission, there would be no more hospitals.
At least I prayed to the universe that there wouldn’t be.
We were finishing helping with the dishes when the doorbell rang. I heard the lilt of Candace’s voice as my dad answered, and after Ava and my parents said their hellos and dispersed, it was me, Gavin, and Candace in our little foyer. Not awkward at all.
I cleared my throat. “Um, hi. Merry Christmas.”
She smiled tentatively. She really was a pretty girl, all blonde waves and white teeth. “Thank you, Charlie. You too.” She wore a matching blue and pink scarf/hat/gloves set, and had basically just walked out of a Gap holiday ad.
Might as well just rip the Band-Aid off, right? “I’m sorry for what I said to you that day in the pizza place. It was awful and wrong, and I’m really, really sorry.”
Candace blinked. “Oh. Well, apology accepted.” She glanced at Gavin. “If Gav can forgive and forget, so can I.”