Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
CHARLIE
BETTER THAN A MOVIE
“ Y es, Mom.”
Pulling the sweatshirt down over my head, I walk into the living room to find Brooks on the phone.
“I know. Charlie said his parents would be in town next week, so we’ll have you over for dinner then.”
He smiles at me as I grab a bag of popcorn from the pantry and pop it into the microwave.
“He’s good. Really good.”
Based on the one side of this conversation I’m getting, I know what they’re talking about.
“We’re uh, actually, uh…”
What ? I think to myself. I want to hear how this sentence is going to end.
“Dating.”
I turn around to face him, and the low drone of the microwave isn’t enough to cover up the screams of Brooks’s mother .
Spinning on his heel, Brooks has the phone away from his ear with a smile on his face.
A huge smile. One that tells me he’s okay with his parents knowing this.
“We can talk more about it later, Mom. I need to go.”
I ignore the beep of the microwave and close the distance between the two of us.
“Love you too. Bye.”
Wrapping my arms around Brooks’s waist, I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “What was that all about?”
“I think you know.” Brooks squeezes me back.
“We’re dating, huh?”
Forget butterflies. It has lovebirds threatening to burst out of my chest.
“It feels appropriate for what we’re doing. Mom will probably grill us with questions, but she is happy. I give it approximately twenty minutes before your mom is calling you to confirm the story.”
“Twenty?” I nod, burying my still huge smile into his neck. “You underestimate our moms.”
“Well,”—Brooks’s warm breath ghosts the shell of my ear—“I told Hunter we were seeing each other too.”
I laugh as I break out of his arms to get the popcorn, ignoring the cool air that sweeps in at the loss of him. “And how did that conversation go?”
“He asked me what my intentions were.”
I shake my head. Of course he did. The bastard. “What did you tell him?”
“That we’re seeing where this goes. Like any new couple.”
New. It doesn’t feel like it fits us. How long have I known Brooks? Is that his way of already letting me down easy? That this might just be one big experiment for him now that he can do it?
But why would he say that we’re dating if it’s an experiment? I need to push these thoughts out of my head .
Brooks pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“I can’t tell you the last time I stayed in to watch a movie.”
“Did you want to go out?” I ask Brooks. “The night’s still young. We can.”
Brooks shakes his head and drops down onto the couch. With it being a Sunday night, my regular night off, we both opted for a quiet night in. Especially after skating, I didn’t want to do anything.
“Nope. I do not want to move from this couch.”
Passing a bowl of popcorn over the back of the couch, I grab two mugs of hot cocoa and a bag of peppermint chocolates and take a seat next to Brooks. Comet is spread out on his bed in front of the roaring fireplace, snoring loudly.
“Good.” I snuggle up next to Brooks, both of us in plaid pajama pants and sweatshirts. “I’m quite comfortable here.”
Brooks presses a kiss into my hair as he wraps an arm around me. I grab the remote and press start on one of the movies we found to watch.
Something about a man going home for Christmas and bringing a fake boyfriend to impress his family.
“Do you think they end up together?” Brooks asks.
I throw a piece of popcorn at him. “Of course they do. Otherwise it wouldn’t be a Christmas movie.”
“Hey, you never know. What if a farmer from another town comes in and steals his affections and they run off to the big city?”
“Please never write movies.”
Brooks shrugs. “I’d watch it.”
“Well, shut it, Brooks, so I can watch these two idiots realize their feelings for one another.”
Not unlike the two of us, it seems.
As the two men on TV do indeed realize their feelings for each other, it has my thoughts turning to the man whose arms I’m curled up in.
Brooks .
It’s still hard to believe that we’re together. The last ten days or so have gone by in the blink of an eye. I don’t know what the future might hold for the two of us, but it’s easy to imagine this being our life.
Curled up on the couch watching movies. Coming home from work and having dinner together. Spending our nights wrapped up in each other in bed.
I snuggle even closer to Brooks.
I want it. It’s hard to rein in my feelings for this man now that I finally get to show him what I’m truly feeling.
“Okay, this is pretty cute,” Brooks whispers as he reaches across me to grab a piece of the peppermint candy.
“I always like when they realize they’re in love.” I tilt my mouth up and press a kiss to the underside of Brooks’s jaw.
“Mmm. Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You know what I don’t like about these movies?” Brooks asks, shifting on the couch.
“What’s that?”
The gaze Brooks shoots in my direction is downright sinful. “Not enough sex.”
Sitting up, I throw a leg over Brooks’s lap and settle over the growing erection I feel under his soft pants.
“Speaking of sex…there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
“Oh yeah?” Brooks peppers my face with kisses. “What’s that?”
“Docking.”
“Docking?” Brooks pulls back, giving me a confused look. “I’ve never heard of that.”
I reach between us, giving his dick a hard stroke. “Well, unless you’re uncut, you can’t really do it.”
“So you’re saying I’m perfect for you then?” Brooks waggles his eyebrows at me.
“I’m rethinking everything. ”
I spin away but he doesn’t let me get far. “Tell me what docking is.”
“It’s basically jacking off, but I pull your foreskin over the head of my dick.”
Brooks takes a minute to think about it. “Like you’re pulling into a dock.”
I nod. “That’s it.”
Brooks pushes me off him and stands, linking our hands and leading us back toward my bedroom.
Shutting the door behind us, Brooks throws me against it and swoops in, kissing me like he’s never kissed me before.
It’s like Brooks is claiming me as his own with each stroke of his tongue against mine. My dick is aching in my pants to escape, and I can’t help myself when I thrust my hips toward Brooks, meeting his own equally hard dick.
“Get naked.”
Brooks walks back toward the bed, throwing off his sweatshirt before kicking off his pajama pants. The more skin he reveals, the harder I get. Shoving my hand into my own pants, I give myself a long, slow pull to stave off my release.
“Are you going to get naked with me?” Brooks asks as he lies back on the bed, throwing off his boxers.
Pulling off my sweatshirt, I stalk toward the bed, taking in the hunk of a man now lying on the soft duvet. His leaking dick is making a mess on his stomach. Leaning over him, I swipe my tongue through his pre-cum. Fuck, I love the salty taste of him.
“Do you know how good you taste?”
“Show me.”
The lascivious smile he gives me hits me right in the chest. My heart pounds as I lick a path through the pre-cum on his stomach, swiping at his nipple as I make my way up to his mouth. I commit him to memory. His taste. The feel of his hard chest beneath my fingertips as he writhes with want.
His groan travels right to the part of me that always wanted my best friend. The part that is excited and scared because what if this is all we’ll have. Memories of Christmas nights together on the couch before we move on from one another.
Brooks’s lips seek mine out in a greedy way and I let him devour me, his taste still on my tongue. I never thought I would love kissing him as much as I do. It’s intense. Fiery. Raw in a way I’ve never experienced.
“I taste even better on your lips, Charlie.”
“So fucking good, Brooks.” I pepper his mouth with kisses as I take off my pants and grind down on him. “I need you.”
It’s the truest words I’ve ever spoken. I need Brooks something fierce.
“Explain this to me.”
“Let me show you instead.”
I want my hands on his hard length. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab the lube and slick both of us up.
“Hold yourself open like this.”
Opening the foreskin, I let Brooks hold it open as I stretch my own foreskin and line the two of us up. Guiding my skin, I envelop his cockhead before releasing it and pulling his skin over both of us, suctioning us together.
“Fuck. This feels amazing,” Brooks hisses.
“So damn good, Brooks.”
This is something I’ve never done. I’ve always wanted to try it, but never had a partner who wanted to do it with me. Would I have wanted to try it with someone? Would I have trusted them enough to do it?
Sure, it’s sex, but it feels more intimate. Doing it with Brooks for the first time? It has my heart banging around in my chest as I wrap a hand around our connected dicks.
It feels bigger doing it with the man I’m in love with.
“Why did you not suggest this before?” Brooks clasps his other hand around my neck and pulls me close. His breath is hot on my mouth. “I want to do this all the time now. ”
I squeeze harder as I reach the base of his cock. “I think I can make that happen.”
“You better,” he groans. “Faster.”
“Oh no.” I smile at him. “I don’t want this to end.”
“I’m so close, Charlie. C’mon. Make me come.”
Brooks tries to make me go faster, but I don’t. I love the slow, methodical movement of my hand. This feeling is so incredible, I don’t want it to end. Being this close and connected to Brooks is something I never thought I’d ever get to experience.
And it’s that thought that has me starting to move faster.
“Yessss,” he hisses. “That’s it, Charlie. Are you going to come for me? Do I get to taste you this time?”
“Fuck!” I shout as I start to come. It’s wet and tight and the explosion of lust and desire I’m feeling is something I’ve never experienced before.
“Yes!” Brooks mirrors my own release, throwing his head back. Cum is leaking out between where we’re connected. His? Mine? I don’t know, but the sight of it has me pulsing again.
And watching as Brooks swipes his fingers through our cum and brings them to his lips?
Fuck. Me.
I take a lazy kiss from him, tasting our release on his mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I moan, licking my lips. “We need to do this again.”
“Yes, we do,” Brooks agrees.
Forever, if I have anything to say about it.