10. Tess
Tess
H ours later, we arrive at the cute little boutique hotel where Charlie had reserved rooms for us. I’m still a bit tipsy from hours of drinking but, surprisingly, I still have my wits about me.
Most of the other guests are staying at the larger hotel down the street but Charlie informed me he prefers the small hotels to the huge cookie-cutter chains.
The lobby is lovely with plenty of comfy light-gray couches and homey touches such as a bookcase with real books you can borrow and greenery adorning the side tables.
Charlie checks us into our two rooms and we grab our small overnight bags.
Handing me my room key card, he guides me to the elevator, his hand resting gently on the small of my back. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver up my spine. As we ascend to the third floor, the tension between us is palpable, electric.
We reach my room, and I fumble with the key card, my hands trembling slightly. Charlie takes it from me, his fingers brushing mine, and smoothly opens the door. He steps aside, allowing me to enter first.
The room is cozy and inviting, with a plush king-sized bed draped in crisp white linens. Soft light from the bedside lamps casts a warm glow across the space. A large window offers a breathtaking view of the Puget Sound.
"Would you like to come in for a bit?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Charlie nods, following me into the room. He closes the door behind him with a soft click. We stand there for a moment, the air thick with anticipation.
"Want a drink?" I ask, gesturing to the mini-bar.
"Sure," he says, his voice low and husky.
I pour us each a small glass of whiskey, my hands still shaking slightly. We settle onto the plush loveseat by the window, our knees almost touching.
We sip our drinks in comfortable silence for a few moments before Charlie speaks. "Today was...unexpected," he says, his eyes meeting mine.
I nod, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Good unexpected, I hope?"
"Definitely good," he replies with a soft smile.
Charlie sets his glass down on the side table and turns to face me fully. "I've been thinking about that kiss all day," he admits, his voice low and intimate. "I never imagined we would ever kiss."
I feel a flutter in my stomach at his words. "Me neither," I confess.
He reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering on my cheek. "And I had no idea it would be so damn good.”
“Can I tell you something?" he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
"I've always thought you were very attractive," he says softly. "But I never thought there was any point in telling you that. I figured you'd never think of me as anything more than Jane’s big brother."
My heart races at his confession. "And I always assumed you just saw me as Jane’s annoying best friend.”
Charlie's hand moves to cup my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. "You've never been annoying to me, Tess. Far from it."
Our eyes lock, and suddenly the air between us is charged with electricity.
Without thinking, I lean in, closing the distance between us.
Our lips meet in a searing kiss, more passionate than the one we shared earlier.
Charlie's arms encircle me, pulling me closer as I thread my fingers through his hair.
The kiss deepens, our tongues dancing as years of pent-up attraction explode between us. Charlie's hands roam my back, tracing the contours of my body through the thin fabric of my dress. I moan softly into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
We break apart, breathless, our foreheads touching. "Are you sure about this?" Charlie whispers, his voice husky with desire.
I nod, pulling him in for another deep kiss. "Absolutely," I breathe against his lips.
Charlie lifts me onto his lap as we kiss again. His strong hands caress my thighs, pushing up the hem of my dress. Grinding against him, I can feel his arousal growing.
"Tess," he groans, trailing kisses down my neck. "You're so beautiful."
I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. Charlie quickly unbuttons it and shrugs it off. My hands roam over his muscular chest and shoulders as he unzips my dress. He stands, lifting me with him, and leads me to the bed.
Charlie slowly peels off my dress, his eyes dark with desire. "God, you're perfect," he murmurs, his eyes all over my body.
My heart thuds and I give him a slow sexy smile. “And you…damn, look at you.” I quickly remove my bra and lace panties before ripping the comforter off and laying down on the soft sheets.
Charlie's eyes roam over my body hungrily as he removes the rest of his clothes. He joins me on the bed, his warm skin pressing against mine. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss as his hands explore every inch of me. I arch into his touch, craving more.
"I need you," I whisper urgently against his neck.
Charlie moans in response and begins slowly working his way down my body, kissing and sucking on my nipples before moving lower. His warm tongue finds my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I cry out, running my fingers through his hair as he brings me to the edge.
Just before I topple over, Charlie moves back up my body. He looks me in the eye and asks, “One hundred percent sure?”
“One thousand actually.” I respond, reaching for his incredibly erect cock. I stroke it once, twice, watching his face contort with pleasure.
“Are you on something? Birth control, I mean…” he asks.
“I’m on the pill,” I reply. “And totally clean. I got tested not long ago.”
“Same here. Well…I mean…I got tested recently. All good.”
I nod and smile, pulling him to me. I can’t wait any longer.
He positions his cock at my entrance and enters me slowly, both of us gasping at the exquisite sensation. We fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.
We start to move together, finding our rhythm.
Charlie's powerful thrusts are met by my eager hips as we move together in perfect synchronicity.
Our bodies slide against each other as the tension builds.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me.
The new angle causes us both to moan with pleasure.
"Oh God, Tess," Charlie groans, burying his face in my neck. His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine.
I run my nails down his back, relishing the feel of his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. Charlie captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace. The headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall, but I'm too lost in sensation to care.
Charlie's hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit. I arch off the bed, moaning in ecstasy as he circles it with expert precision. The dual sensations of his thick length sliding in and out of me combined with the pressure on my most sensitive spot quickly push me to the brink.
"I'm so close," I pant, digging my nails into his shoulders.
He increases his pace, driving into me with powerful thrusts that leave me breathless. "Let go, Tess. Come for me," he growls in my ear.
His husky command sends me over the edge. My body explodes with pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over me as I cry out. I can feel my pussy clench around him rhythmically, prolonging my intense orgasm.
Charlie groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his own climax. His muscles tense beneath my hands, his breathing ragged against my neck. I wrap my legs tighter around him, urging him deeper.
"Tess, oh God, Tess," he moans, his voice thick with desire.
I capture his lips in a passionate kiss, and hold onto him even tighter as he reaches his peak.
Charlie shudders against me, crying out my name once more as he finds his release.
The pulsing of his cock inside me triggers another wave of pleasure, and I come again, clinging to him as tremors of ecstasy course through my body.
We collapse together, breathing heavily. Charlie rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm draped across his chest. His arms encircle me, holding me close as our heart rates slow. I play with the hair on his chest, marveling at the lean muscles beneath my fingertips.
As we lay there in blissed-out silence, I notice a small scar on Charlie's shoulder that I’ve never noticed before. It's shaped almost like a crescent moon.
"What's this from?" I ask, tracing the scar gently.
Charlie chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Ah, that's a ridiculous story. Promise not to laugh?"
I prop myself up on my elbow, looking at him with amusement. "I’ll make no such promises."
He grins, his eyes twinkling. "Fair enough. Well, when I was about twelve, I went through this phase where I was obsessed with becoming a magician."
I raise an eyebrow, already fighting back a giggle. "A magician?"
"Hey, don't judge. I thought it would make me cool," he defends, poking me playfully in the ribs.
I’m super ticklish and jerk in his arms. “No tickling!”
Charlie takes his hands off me and I immediately miss them. “Okay, okay. Yeesh, I had no idea how ticklish you are. That’s definitely information I’ll have to store away,” he says with a devilish grin.
“Anyway, I convinced my parents to buy me this fancy magic set for my birthday. It came with all sorts of tricks—cards, coins, even a collapsible top hat."
His arms are wrapped around me again and I snuggle closer, resting my head on his chest. "Let me guess, you pulled a rabbit out of the hat and it bit you?"
Charlie laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Not quite.
The set came with this trick saw, you know, for the classic 'sawing a person in half' illusion.
I thought I'd practice on my own before trying it out on an audience.
So, I set up a cardboard box in my room and decided to saw through it. "
I can't help but giggle, imagining a young Charlie attempting such a feat. "Oh no, I can see where this is going."