Toast, anyone?
Toast, anyone?
six
I slam the door closed and flip the lock at the last second before he begins assaulting it from the other side. I fumble a bit until I feel the light switch on the wall, flicking it upward to come face to face with myself in zombie form.
The giant mirror in front of me hides nothing from the onslaught of attention moments ago. My hair looks bigger than a high schooler’s from the eighties, my bandana lost somewhere. My makeup is smeared, and my neck is glistening with saliva over the red splotches that are sure to turn into beautiful hickeys by morning.
My chest rises and falls at a pace more suitable for an athlete who just finished a record breaking workout. My face is on fire, and my stomach is tumbling. There’s no chance of either slowing down any time soon with the ruffian still doing his worst on his poor innocent door.
The bathroom is surprisingly clean and smells like heaven. It’s not a cut out from Better Homes Garden or anything, but I can tell that he takes care of his home better than most men. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t lived here long enough to fuck it up yet since The Open Flame is still pretty new.
The cabinet above the toilet has a stash of washcloths that is now missing one as I turn on the cold water to make a compress for my flaming cheeks. As I hang the dampened cloth over the lip of the sink, it dawns on me that the banging has stopped. If this were a horror movie, I’d be the dumb girl who opens the door to check if the coast is clear. Alas, I am not that girl, so the lock will stay firmly in place until I decide otherwise.
At least, that’s what I thought, but now I’m beginning to realize how na?ve it was of me to assume he wouldn’t have a key to his own door as I hear the clinking of metal from the outside. Houston, we have a problem.
I’m toast, and he’s the toaster.
The look on his face is positively feral when he finally swings open the door so hard that it bounces off the wall and back into his arm as he’s passing by.
“Thought you could get away from me that easy, huh, little brat?”
“Actually, I was just thinking of the best way to piss you off,” I say with a slight smirk.
“Well, congratu-fucking-lations to you. I’m pissed, and you’re trapped.”
“I’m not worried. Do your worst, Chef.”
I swallow a bit too harshly as he closes the distance between us, pushing me back until my heels hit the step at the doorway to the open shower. He lifts my stiff frame and brings both of us into the shower, effectively blocking any chance I had of escaping.
Oh well. Game on. I back myself up to the far wall where the handle to the shower is mounted, reach behind me, and turn the water on full blast. Charlie is sprayed directly in the face just as I had hoped.
A devilish grin sneaks its way onto my face as his clothes start to soak through. I can’t deny the funny things happening to my insides seeing the water beads trail down his gorgeous face while he’s staring at me like he wants to devour me. It’s a mixture of fear and excitement.
“Oh, so you think this is funny?” He asks as he sticks his tongue to the inside of his cheek, making it poke out to the side with clear irritation.
I can’t stop giggling to form a response, not that I’d have time to do so because he reaches out and wraps his goliath hand around my wrist and pulls me into him, strategically placing me in the direct line of the shower stream.
“Well played, chef. Well played,” is all I can get out before he crushes his lips to mine.
The interaction becomes boiling hot almost instantly. My drenched outfit now matches my drenched core. He deepens the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue which seems to be one of his favorite pastimes tonight. Not that I’m complaining because damn, this man knows how to kiss.
My wrist is released to allow him the opportunity to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me only to squish me against the shower wall. I love the way it makes me feel weightless. I wrap my legs around him as his hands start to wander beneath my shirt. Goosebumps break out all over my body as my breath catches in my throat.
Charlie smiles against my lips, and I can’t help but get a little irritated at how well he picks up on my body’s traitorous hints. Just to be a dick, I bite his lower lip, and he groans in response.
Now it’s my turn to smile, but my victory is short-lived as Charlie brings his hands up to the collar of my shirt, looks me dead in the eyes with a look full of mischief as he rips my shirt straight down the middle. I’m frozen in shock. I was not expecting that, but I can’t deny how much wetter it made me.
“What did you expect to happen when you decided to antagonize me? I can only control myself for so long.”
“Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Charlie.”
“Why would I do that when I’m having so much fun dragging it out?”
“Oh my god, do you ever stop talking?” I bring one of my hands forward to grip his throat, though it’s quite the feeble attempt with his impressive girth.
He returns the favor in earnest as his massive hand almost completely circles my neck, pushing me against the shower wall before he whispers against my mouth, “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it, darlin’.”
“I can take it. Give it all to me. Now.”
“Only if you beg.”
He’s got to be joking. Am I really about to beg a man to fuck me? I want to say there’s no way in hell, but with this man, I think I’ll make an exception. Just this once, of course.
I roll my eyes at him as I say with the least amount of enthusiasm, “please, Charles.”
“Usually, I don’t let anyone call me that, but I kind of like how it sounds coming out of your mouth. Say it again.”
“Charles.”
“What? Is there something you want? If so, you have to use your big girl voice and those lovely manners you have.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Maybe. Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m not moving until you say it.”
“Please, Charles. Will you fuck me?”
He wastes no time unbuttoning my jeans. Before I can process what’s happening, my throat is freed, and he’s kneeling in front of me, water streaming down his face while he works to remove the soaked denim from my body.
Finally, I’m sans clothes except for my too wet underwear, but right now I couldn’t care less about them. The way he is looking up at me is all I can focus on. He looks like he wants to either devour me or worship me, and strangely, I feel like he’s going to put the two together before the night is over.
My thoughts are right on track when his hands meet the tops of my thighs, and he leans in to rain them with soft kisses. The sensation isn’t one of unbridled passion, but of appreciation, and that sends all kinds of new feelings throughout my body. I can’t stop the sudden chill that comes over me.
My entire body is shivering like I’m freezing to death when in reality, I’m close to combustion from his soft touch alone. His hands travel north toward my panty line then farther up to grip my love handles in a way that makes me feel like the sexiest creature on earth. The kisses he leaves across my stomach are slow and calculated.
He knows he’s driving me wild, and he’s doing everything he can to prolong my pleasure. But why? No man wants to wait until you’re fully warmed up; they just want to get in and get theirs. Not this man. He shows no signs of ending this sweet torture any time soon.
I thread my fingers through his hair and tug to get his attention off of me for just a second. I need a breather, or I’m going to scream. He tilts his head to look up at me once more, but this time there’s a flicker of malice in his eyes before it disappears as quickly as it came. That’s who I want to play with tonight. I need him.
“I asked you to fuck me, not make love to me, chef.”
“And I’m not taking orders from you right now. I want to appreciate your body before I destroy it, so shut up and let me, little brat.” The breath escapes my mouth as I’m completely dumbfounded by his response.“Now that I have your attention, I don’t want to hear another word from your pretty lips unless they’re screaming my name. Got it?”
I must still be in shock because the only thing I can think to say is, “Yes sir.”
The hint of danger makes its way back into his eyes right before he pushes his fingers underneath my panty line and peels them down my legs, careful to make sure he keeps skin contact the entire way.
When they’ve been successfully removed, he wraps them up in a way that makes the leg holes smaller. I can’t figure out what he’s doing until he grabs my hands and puts them through each hole like a pair of handcuffs.
I can’t say that this has ever happened before, but it’s hot nonetheless. I feel a scrape of his teeth on the inside of my thigh before his face is buried between them and his tongue finds my clit almost like it has a mind of its own. The moan that escapes my mouth is completely involuntary, but the feeling is too intense to hold it in.
Breathing has become unnecessary apparently as I can’t seem to suck in another breath. My sole focus right now is my quickly approaching orgasm. I don’t think I’ve ever finished this fast in my life.
Is this man a god or something? His fingers join his tongue in its exploration of my overly sensitive area. They tease me for a split-second before two of them enter and hook upwards in a come here motion.
“Oh my god. Keep doing that. Right. There. Fuck.”
He uses his teeth to tighten the suctioned hold his tongue has on my clit, and my brain is seconds from imploding. The added hum sounding deep from within his throat sends a vibration to just the right spot, and over the edge I go.
“Ah. Shit. Fuck me. I can’t take anymore. I’m there. Fuck. I can’t. Charlie!”
“There it is. I knew you’d give it up eventually,” he says with a devilish smirk. “Now catch your breath. We’re far from finished.”
My breaths are coming in short pants as I try like hell to ground myself to something, anything. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, trying to focus on filling my lungs with air. I can’t even form words to respond to him, not that I would know what to say if I could.
A sharp pain mixed with pleasure races through my core as I look down to see my clit wedged between my executioner’s teeth.
“Let go, fucker. I can’t go another round with you right now.”
He releases the pressure he was holding to say, “You’ll take what I give you and thank me afterward like a good little slut.”
I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the floor. If I looked down, I’d find its broken pieces scattered. This motherfucker has some serious confidence in his abilities. Not that I’ve found it to be misplaced, but still.
“Close your mouth, darlin’, or I’ll fill it with my cock.”
Not a half bad idea, honestly. I’d love to have him begging for mercy before the night is up. Instead of voicing my thoughts, I just roll my eyes.
I’m met with a loud smack across my outer thigh which doesn’t hurt as much as it sets me ablaze. I’m in deep trouble with this one. How does he know exactly what to do and when to do it?
At this point, I don’t even care to know as long as he keeps doing it. This is the best night I’ve had in... ever really. Scraping my jaw off the floor awards me some healing licks and kisses across the newly red fingerprints on my leg. I can’t stop myself from biting my lower lip to stifle a moan.
I guess Charlie takes this as his cue that I’m ready for round two as he stands and lifts me simultaneously then exits the shower heading to the bedroom. His face stays buried in my neck, raining it with affections until he drops down on top of me as we fall to the mattress.
“Charlie, let’s –”
“Shh. Just shut your mind off and let me take care of you for tonight, okay?”
The only response I can give him is pulling his face to mine and shoving my tongue down his throat. Now I’m ready for round two because that was the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me, and quite possibly the scariest, but I can worry about that part later.
His weight leaves me as he fumbles with his clothes, peeling his wet shirt over the top of his head. As he’s raking his eyes over me, I try to close my legs to cover my swollen pussy, but he catches my inner thighs with each hand, spreading me open again, baring me to him.
“Don’t ever cover yourself from me, Haedyn. It’s just you and me in this room, and I want nothing more than to completely devour every centimeter of your body until you physically cannot take any more from me.”
I’ve never had anyone speak to me this way before. It’s sad that a small voice deep in my brain thinks he’s only saying these things so that I’ll let him fuck me, though.
He must see the doubt written on my face because he glares at me and says, “Even if you tell me you’re done here and you want nothing else from me, everything I said is the truth. Never doubt my honesty with you.”
“How did you even—” I can’t finish my question before he slams his hand over my mouth to plunge his tongue back into my aching center. I don’t know how long I can hold out here. This man acts like a starving carnivore who just got a taste of blood.
To distract myself from the assault on my pussy, I thread my fingers through his hair and yank as hard as I can, but he doesn’t let up. The pressure is becoming too intense. I’m not going to make it. There’s a kaleidoscope in my vision, and the edges are turning black.
Am I about to pass out? No fucking way. I would die of embarrassment. Just shoot me is my last coherent thought before the pleasurable pain drags me into complete darkness.