Chapter 16 #3
I sucked in a breath. He was pale and lithe, all lean and toned with narrow hips. His cock jutted out of a nest of dark curls, angled slightly to the left with a soft pink tip I wanted back in my mouth.
Now.
“Beautiful,” I breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
Warmth flickered in his eyes. “You make me believe that.”
I guided him to stand between my legs again and looked him in the eye when I dragged my tongue from base to tip, fully tasting him. He groaned, and I reached between his legs to cup his balls, tugging gently to see if he liked it as much as I did.
“Oh, that’s—”
“Good?”
“Mmhmm.”
Enough teasing. I took him down to the root, relaxing my throat and swallowing around his cock in a way I knew would send him through the roof.
He hunched forward, nails digging into my back. “Guh.”
I pulled off, but kept fondling his sack. “You’re usually so eloquent. What’s the matter?”
“Fuck you.”
“We’ll get there, pretty thing. Patience.”
And I took him to the back of my throat again.
We repeated this dance a few times until I was sure he was seconds from blowing his load. Pulling off one last time, I wiped my mouth and peered up at him.
He looked completely, gorgeously wrecked, with swollen, parted lips and gleaming eyes.
“C’mon,” I said, shuffling back so he could lie next to me on the bed, chest to chest.
On Bambi legs, he tumbled down, rolling onto his side and tucking into me so there was nothing between us. I hooked his leg around my hip so our cocks slid together and kissed him back into awareness.
“Mmm…” he moaned, blinking owlishly when I pulled back.
“Still up for more?”
“Obviously. You?”
I pressed my smile into his cheek, nuzzling him. “Obviously.”
Reaching over him, I snagged the lube from the nightstand drawer and flicked the cap up. Fingers slick and warm, I leaned in to kiss him again while at the same time reaching down and around, searching, until—
He gasped, clinging to me.
I massaged the lightest, most teasing circles around his rim, gauging his reaction.
“Good?”
“Uh-huh.”
When he relaxed beneath my touch, I pushed a fingertip in. He bit my shoulder, wrapping his arms so tightly around my neck I nearly choked. “More. Keep going.”
He liked one finger, but came alive at two, writhing next to me. Three was a stretch.
“Wait,” he panted. “Just wait.”
“Wanna stop?”
“I said wait, not stop,” he grumbled, before kissing the tip of my nose.
I nipped his back and waited until he nodded, then twisted and searched until his hips jerked forward.
“That’s it,” he gasped. “There.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Smug isn’t your best look.”
“Squirming on my fingers is absolutely yours, though.”
I pressed into his prostate again, ripping the reply from his lips. I’m sure it would’ve been brilliant.
“Turn over,” I said once he was soft and pliant, pulling my fingers out.
A flash of vulnerability crossed his face, and I kissed him soundly. “We’ll start like this, then we can shift however you want. I’ve got you.”
I scooted until my back was flush with the wall, giving him plenty of room to roll and nestle into me. “I, uh, should’ve mentioned earlier. I don’t have condoms up here.”
“That’s okay,” he said, waving me off.
“No, I should’ve thought about it before. I can make you come on my fingers, baby. We don’t need to keep going.”
He half-rolled, so he was looking right at me. “Reece, get inside of me before I die of old age.”
We stared at each other for a beat and then burst out laughing.
I dropped a kiss onto his shoulder when he turned back around and slicked up my cock.
Hooking his top leg open over my hip again, I nestled my dick between his cheeks and notched the head against his hole.
My other arm snaked below him, wrapping around his chest and holding him close.
“Kiss me,” I said.
He turned his head toward his shoulder, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, pushing into him at the same time.
“Fuck,” he huffed, reaching back to grip my hip.
“Tell me when to move,” I ground out, doing my best to breathe deeply and think about anything except how tight that first ring of muscle was squeezing my cockhead.
“Okay. Move,” he said after a few breaths, tapping me.
I surged into him again, punching a tiny whine from his lips. His outline flickered, but his arms and torso were still firm against me.
“Right here, Charlie,” I said, placing a hand over his heart. “Right here with me.”
“Yes,” he breathed, canting his hips back into my thrusts.
Out, and in. Out, and in.
The drag on each slide made my eyes cross. I didn’t have the greatest leverage in the world, but his belly tensed and twitched, and he half-moaned my name every time I bottomed out, so I must’ve been doing something right.
Zeroing in on his nipples, peaked and begging for attention, I tweaked one with my fingers and sucked a mark into the back of his neck until he cried out.
“It’s—” his fingers flexed against my hip before clawing at me again, pulling me into him with more force each time. “It’s so good.”
“I’m not gonna last,” I moaned, embarrassed at being reduced to a one-pump wonder at the ripe age of thirty-four.
He looked close, too, though, with the way precum drooled from his cock. He just needed a bit more to spill over the edge.
I pulled out and sat up so I straddled his lower leg. Encouraging the one that’d been draped over my hip forward, I folded it up toward his chest. He tried to turn and lie flat on his back to face me, but furrowed his brow when I stopped him, keeping him on his side.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I huffed.
“Wha—?” he began to ask, but hooked a hand around his knee and did as instructed when I sat back on my heels, lined up, and pushed into him again, hard.
“Reece!” he cried out, scrambling to brace himself against the mattress with an elbow so he wouldn’t slide up the bed on every thrust.
I leaned over, bent his leg further forward with my torso so he could let go, and buried myself inside him, the position allowing me much deeper. “Better?”
Mouth slack, he could only nod, eyes glazed and staring at me as though I’d hung the moon, just for him.
I stilled deep inside and stayed like that until our breaths synced.
With my heart in my throat, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his.
He saw everything; all the angry, grumpy, rough parts of me, and still wanted me anyway.
As if I’d opened my chest and invited him in to peer around, I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life than in that moment.
And I didn’t want it any other way.
Only this. Only with Charlie.
Slowly, I began grinding into him again. He made the tiniest, sexiest involuntary noises with every rock of my hips, eyes widening when I moved just so.
“Kiss me again,” I begged, desperate for it. He lunged up and shoved his tongue into my mouth. With equal fervor, I began thrusting, aching to be impossibly closer to him. Adjusting the angle of my thrusts, I pulled away from the kiss just long enough to search his face, waiting for—
“Oh my God,” he sobbed, eyes rolling back as he shoved a hand down to fist his cock. “Right there!”
I pistoned into him relentlessly after that, mindless in my need to throw him over the edge before me.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to hold back for very long.
He tensed and shook when ropes of cum flew out all over his hand.
With my own release barreling down, I threw my head back, fingers digging into his thigh to hold him tight against me when I spilled deep inside him.
Hips rocking in a few more aborted thrusts, I slowly pulled out when he shivered from overstimulation. Using whatever strength I had left, I rolled him onto his back and collapsed on top while we breathed through the come-down.
Eventually, we shifted so he was sprawled over me, with one leg hooked around my hips and his cheek resting on my chest. He softly scratched his fingers through the hair there, giving me goosebumps.
I studied the soft contentment on his face and the way his long lashes smiled at me when his eyes were closed.
“Well?” I eventually asked, peppering kisses into his hair. “Was that grounding?”
He cracked an eye open and laughed, low and husky. “Consider me tied down forever.”
Hope fizzed and bubbled in my chest, and for once, I didn’t want to look away from it.
Alittle while later, we cleaned up, slapped dinner together, and snuggled back into bed to watch the sun set, disappearing over the far mountain range until the lookout was once again plunged into darkness, lit only by the glow of the twinkle lights strung above.
“I know you’re thinking about the visit to Tate’s grandma,” Charlie whispered into the space between us once we’d settled in for the night.
“Mmhmm.”
Of course I was. I’d barely stopped thinking about it. But in the end, it was Charlie’s decision, and I’d never been good at voicing my fears.
He tangled his fingers through mine, lifting our linked hands into the air. “I don’t think I could live with myself if I don’t at least try.”
“I know that.”
“Reece?”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me what you’re feeling, please.”
His eyes were open pools of warm whiskey, and I’d never been able to deny him anything, even the things I wasn’t good at.
“What happens if you’re not able to get there?
” I started, opening the valve that was so much easier to keep shut.
“What if you disappear before we arrive? What if we do make it, but you need to rest? Won’t you just appear back here at the lookout when you return?
Then you’d be alone. I’d be without you.
What happens if you can remember everything?
Would that be it? Is that the reason you’ve stayed?
I don’t want to let you go. Not yet. Not ever, Charlie. ”
His eyes gleamed, and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
“I haven’t felt stuck in this lookout since you arrived,” he whispered.
“You’ve set me free and bound me, in every way I want to be bound.
When I think of where I want to go when I come back from that other place, I don’t think of the lookout anymore—I think about you.
Just you. I’m pretty sure as long as we’re together, I’ll make it to town just fine.
And I think I’d be able to find you anywhere. ”
Tears rolled down my cheeks. “We should test that first,” I sniffed. “Do some practice runs before we go.”
He smiled. “Yes, my man of science.”
I laughed and wiped my face. “You know, when Josh and I broke up, he wanted to try couples therapy.”
Charlie tensed next to me.
“I couldn’t even fathom it. It confused me. I didn’t understand why I’d put in the effort to fix it when there was nothing to save.”
I pulled him closer, right up against my chest. “I’m terrified that going to see Tate’s grandmother and helping you remember what happened will take you away from me.
I can’t stand it. But… If there’s even a remote possibility she can help us, that she can explain how you’re here, how I can keep you here, I’ll do it.
I’d do anything to keep you, Charlie. I’d give everything I have.
You say you’d follow me anywhere, but I’d go to the ends of the Earth for you. ”
He rested his forehead against mine and breathed deeply. “I can’t put words to how much I hope for that, no matter how impossible it seems. But if anyone can do it, I know it’s you. My grumpy, stubborn, irritatingly perfect man.”
“Perfect?” I asked, my chest swelling three sizes at being called his. “I’ll remind you of that the next time I burn your grilled cheese.”
He flicked my ear. “I prefaced that with irritating for a reason.”
I chuckled, nuzzling into the bend in his neck. “You love it.”
He smiled, eyes soft and twinkling in the dim glow of the fairy lights all around. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I think I do.”
My chest cracked open. I pulled away, just enough to look at him—to really look at him. I wanted him to feel the weight of the words on my tongue.
Before I could say them, though, a slight movement just over his head caught my eye. I peered up, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the pitch black darkness, only to find the outline of a man standing right outside the window, staring at us.