Chapter 10 - Porter
Aphrodite - Sam Short ?
“L ast call,” I shout out to the remaining people scattered around the bar. Making eye contact with each group, everyone takes the hint and finishes the last of their drinks, slowly making their way out into the cold night. Charlie refused to leave each time I said I had it under control and is currently the most beautiful pain in my ass wiping down all the tables. She's had her headphones in for the past hour as she tinkers around drying glasses and having the occasional conversation. People have actually been laughing with her when she talks to them and even though she's basically done everything I didn't want her to do tonight, I appreciate the help she's given me.
The gentle sway of her lush hips keeps me entranced and I find myself getting closer and closer to her. She's a siren calling to me and in this moment, I don’t have a single reasonable excuse as to why I shouldn't get closer.
This is not what I should be doing.
I've already told her there can’t be an us , so why am I making this harder for myself and her when I'm about to do something I know I shouldn't; but I can't stop myself either. For almost seven weeks I've been blessed with her presence. But tonight, having her help me out without asking. Having someone put my needs first without wanting anything in return. It's made her irresistible and as the main door slams shut with the last people leaving, I lose all self control.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her back to my chest and take one of her earbuds, putting it in my ear. The seductive beat plays and she continues to sway her hips against me. It's the most agonising pleasure and pain, all rolled into one glorious moment. She could bring grown men to their knees if she let them.
None of it would be enough for her though.
All of the things you think would impress a woman don’t phase her. All the money in the world couldn't tempt her and I don't know why she gives me the time of day but when my defences are down and I'm surrounded by her, I struggle to stay away.
My hand slides under her top and I can feel the softness of her stomach, dragging my thumb against the underside of her breast. Resting her head against my chest, she pushes her ass back into my hard cock and I can't help but pull her tighter into me. Have as much of her touching me as I can.
“Porter,” she says, moaning my name as we continue to grind against each other, swaying to the music in the empty bar.
My cock is so fucking hard pressed against her ass. The ridged fabric of my jeans doing nothing to ease the small space it's crammed into.
“Charlie, we shouldn't … we're friends ,” I say into her ear as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck, a fruitless last attempt to stop myself. The thought of moving away from her causing near physical pain. Her hand covers mine and drags it to the edge of her pants, tucking our fingers just underneath the waistband.
“More.”
She breathes the word so quietly that I barely catch it as she moves my other hand over her bra. The firm peak of her nipple brushing against my palm.
“More.”
She purrs a little louder and I firmly grasp her breast with one hand as I ease my other one into her panties, cupping her pussy and feeling the wetness that's just for me, before sinking two thick fingers inside. A low groan escapes me and I nuzzle into her neck, curving my fingers slightly until I hear her whimper.
“Such a filthy girl, fucking my fingers,” I say, pinching her nipple, making her gasp at the sudden rush of pain. Wrapping her arm around the back of my head, she tries to take a hold of my too short hair, her nails digging in as we continue to sway to the music. The sharp rush of pain they give only adding to the moment as the heel of my palm pushes against her clit. I continue to pump my fingers, in, out, in, out, against where she needs. Her wetness drips down, soaking my hand as my fingers slide in her pussy seamlessly.
“I'm so close,” she moans, and I press my palm firmly against her. Her breath stilts as I put more pressure on her clit, my fingers going even deeper inside her. I can feel the orgasm pulsing through her body as her walls tighten. My cock throbbing for release but remaining firmly in my pants.
“Fuck, baby. You needed that didn’t you?” I murmur into the crook of her neck, as she whimpers, easing my soaked fingers from inside her. Bringing them up to my mouth I lick and suck them until they’re clean, closing my eyes as I savour the taste of her.
“Thank you ... that was ... I needed that more than you know,” she says stepping into me. Going up on her tiptoes, she leans into me, kissing and tasting herself on my lips.
“Charlie,” I mumble into her mouth trying to get her attention. “Charlie, we shouldn't.”
I feel her hands move to my belt buckle and it takes everything in me to take her shoulders and ease her away from me.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come onto you like that. This is my fault. I've given you the wrong impression of what I want,” I say a little exacerbated, rubbing my hand across my chest.
Looking down, I can see her scowling at me and it's absolutely deserved. One minute I'm telling her we should be friends and the next I'm shoving my hand down her pants and licking the sweetest pussy cream off my fingers.
“I fucked up. I'm telling you one thing and doing another. It's extremely hard for me to be around you and not want to rip your clothes off, so I can fuck you anywhere and everywhere I want. I know this makes no sense, but you've triggered something in me I thought was gone. If I claim you as mine then it could send me spiralling.”
I don't even know how to say what I want to say to her. I'm not ready to tell her about my past but at the same time, I don't know how to navigate this. I want her but I can't allow myself to have her, so I'm trying to do the right thing even though every part of me is screaming that it's wrong.
“I'm really trying to give you what you need Porter but this is an unusual position for me too. I like you … I think I like you, like you . There’s something between us that I’ve not felt before but I don't do relationships so I’m trying to navigate my feelings too. I don't want you to claim me, at least not yet anyway but this is also confusing and maybe not the best situation for either of us.”
I can see she's trying to be level headed with me. But it also feels like she's ending the relationship we never started and the one I said I didn't want. So why do I feel like my chest is going to implode?
“This isn't the right time for both of us, so we agree to just stay friends? I still want to hang out with you. It's nice coming into the bustle of the bar at the end of the day but I also don't want to keep hoping for something you're not ready to give me. I'll maybe take your advice and go on some dates and if … when you're in a place to give me a little bit more then we can explore that.”
“Okay,” I say, looking to the floor as everything she says feels like a knife to my heart, and what really drives it home is that she's only giving me what I asked of her.
Can I actually stand by when she dates other people? Knowing that it could be me laughing with her, holding her … loving her. One thing is for certain, if I ever meet the cunt she's dating and he puts a foot out of line, I'll kill him.