Chapter 26 #2
Lost to the deep blue of Lake Sapphire, each would be memorialized and remembered by their family, who finally knew where their loved one rested.
Except for Charles Randolph, of course.
He remained a mystery, forever a ghost in the minds of those who’d comfortably blamed him for something he didn’t do.
“Have the stairs grown since we were last here? I think they have,” Charlie groaned as we made our way up.
“There are at least two more flights than I remember,” I wheezed, pausing to take a breath on the second landing.
I had my backpack on for the trip up, but otherwise Charlie and the pilot did all the heavy lifting. Thankfully, other than groceries, there wasn’t much to unload since all my things were still there.
By the time we waved goodbye to the pilot from the deck, I was a sweaty mess and needed a lie down. “Two weeks away, and every bit of stamina I built up on these goddamn stairs went out the window. How’s that fair?”
Charlie strode into the lookout ahead of me. “I miss being able to disappear and reappear at the bottom. This whole being alive business is not what it’s cracked up to be.”
Chuckling, I closed the door behind us and turned to find he’d thrown himself onto the bed like a star-fish, face pressed into the pillows.
My sketchpad full of him lay open on the desk, ready for a lifetime more. His stove sat in the corner, with a chair placed in front and a blanket thrown over the back. No longer would it wait for his return.
No longer would I wait for his return.
I swallowed thickly. In that moment, more than any other in the past two weeks, it hit me. “You’re not going to disappear again.”
“Unfortunately,” he grumbled, rolling to look at me before he stilled, eyes soft. “Come over here,” he quietly beckoned.
I crawled onto the bed and draped myself over him, face buried in the crook of his shoulder.
Sun-warmed cotton and Charlie.
“No, Reece. I’m not going to disappear,” he whispered, throwing his arms around my neck. “I’m going to stay right here with you. I’d follow you anywhere, remember?”
“Remind me?” I begged, overwhelmed with emotion.
Like an oxygen-starved fire igniting in a howling wind, all the pent-up tension between us boiled over. His fingers dug into my back, one leg hooking around my hip to pull us flush. Our mouths met in a clash of hot need and teeth, and contrary to his words, Charlie led.
My breath stuttered when he rolled us until he straddled my hips and pushed my shirt up.
The caress of his calloused hands across my belly made me shiver.
Sliding down my body, he dropped hot, wet kisses everywhere he went, fingers scratching through the hair on my chest like he couldn’t get enough.
“Have I told you lately how gorgeous you are?” he asked, lightly biting at the meat of my pec before sucking a nipple between his teeth.
I tried to answer. “Um…” but then he switched to the other, flicking it with his tongue while he tweaked the overly-sensitive one between his fingers. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Because you are,” he continued, trailing kisses down to my navel. He exhaled a hot breath over my soft stomach, nuzzling his cheek into the coarse hair. “And I can’t believe I get to keep you.”
Nimble fingers fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper. He pulled my cock out, heavy and thick and already leaking, begging for his attention.
“I get to keep you,” he said again, almost to himself. Then, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, tongue cradling me while he bobbed up and down.
My eyes rolled back, and I dug my fingers into his hair to hold him steady. “Charlie,” I huffed. The beginnings of an orgasm bloomed low in my stomach.
In my defense, it’d been two whole weeks of waking up next to him, hard, only to dart into the bathroom for a cold shower before I embarrassed everyone. “I’m gonna come in about two seconds if you keep doing that.”
With a low hum, he pulled off, watery eyes peering up at me. “I love all of this,” he said, planting his hands firmly on my stomach. “All of you,” he breathed, dropping kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach before dragging his tongue up the underside of my dick.
Eyes locked on mine, tears clinging to his long lashes, he swallowed me down again once he reached the tip.
“You’re so pretty,” I cooed, desperate to return the compliments. I cupped his face between my hands, cradling him while he pleasured me. “Too good at sucking my cock. Too good,” I said, tone pleading.
For what, I had no idea.
He moaned and pulled off, using his hand to pump me while he caught his breath. “I wanna ride you.”
My brain went offline at his words, only rebooting when he released me and slid off the bed.
I scrambled to rip the rest of my clothes off while he rooted through my bag.
Before I knew it, he’d tossed the bottle of lube onto the sheets next to me, perfunctorily undressed, and climbed back on top, this time on his knees, facing away from me.
“Open me up,” he said, bedroom eyes peeking over his shoulder like the sweetest fusion of bashful and seductive.
God, the sight of him was enough to make me think maybe I had died and gone to heaven, after all. If he’d asked me to fly him to the moon, I would’ve figured out a way to make it happen.
This, however, would be much more fun.
I heaved myself upright and palmed the soft flesh of his ass, presented just for me. Familiar and yet new, just like the rest of him, I cupped the meat of his cheeks and spread them.
“So fucking pretty,” I praised.
Trailing kisses across the hot expanse of his shoulders, I reached around to run a soothing hand across his stomach, purposefully avoiding his hard and flushed cock.
“Reece, please,” he begged, pushing his ass into my lap.
“Pretty baby doesn’t wanna tease, this time?” I asked, brushing the back of my hand against his weeping cockhead.
“No,” he whined, voice catching.
That sound did things to me; it made me want to pin him down and make him come, over and over, until he cried those pretty, pretty tears all for me.
I squeezed lube onto my fingers and teased at his rim instead, still neglecting his needy cock. “Shh. Alright, no teasing.”
I wrapped my other hand around his neck, gently holding him still while I gave him one thick finger. “Sit back on it. There you go.”
Reduced to an obedient mess, he did just as I asked, breath hitching when I crooked it inside him. His back muscles bunched and shivered, and his head fell back, loose and pliant. “I missed this,” he sighed.
“Me too, baby. You’re doing so good. How about another?”
He nodded and gasped at the stretch of a second finger, but took it beautifully. I watched, gaze razor-focused on the way he practically sucked me in. In reward, I closed my fist around his cock and pumped once, twice.
“Shit. I want more. Give me more,” he begged, thrusting forward into my hand and then back onto my fingers. I tapped on that sensitive spot inside him, just to make him jerk and whimper, before I pulled out to slick up my cock.
I lay flat on the sheets and steadied him with a hand on his hip. “Ready?” I panted, desperate for him.
Hands braced on my thighs, he peered over his shoulder again. “Uh-huh.” He groaned when I breached him, head dropping forward.
His shoulders and back tensed, relaxed, and twitched with each inch that disappeared inside him. “Fuck, that’s good,” I said like the uncouth, hairy mountain man I was. “You take me so well. The best. Such a pretty thing,” I groaned.
My mouth hung open, near delirious, as I watched his ass stretch and give until I was fully seated. He cursed and shifted, swiveling his hips with my cock buried deep, nestling in. “You’re so big.”
I liked to pretend I was above such a compliment, but the way my cock throbbed inside him said otherwise. “Yeah, you like it though, don’t you?”
His fingers dug into my thighs, and he nodded. “I like the way you make me ache.”
That was the limit of my dirty talk. Any more, and I’d blow my load inside him way too soon. I dragged my palm down his back, overwhelmed by the hot grip of him. “Charlie,” I replied. “Charlie.”
When he tried to bounce on it, I gripped him by the waist and held him in place. “Hold on,” I panted. “Don’t wanna come yet.” My orgasm burned at the base of my spine.
Obediently, he waited until our breaths evened out and I cooled off a bit. My fingers danced light patterns across his skin until he batted me away. “Ticklish,” he said with a huff, clenching around me.
I took hold of his hips again and rocked him, slowly, before he caught on and leaned into each movement, speeding us up.
He arched his back and cried out when I found the right angle to tag his prostate. Nonsense poured out of his mouth, a litany of jumbled curse words, praise, and delicious moans.
I could’ve come just like that, but the need to kiss him grew overwhelming. “Turn around,” I growled with a light swat on one cheek. “I need you, baby. Need to see your pretty face when you come.”
As hot as it was to watch his ass swallow my cock, I wanted to kiss him and stare into his eyes while I made him feel everything.
Clumsily, Charlie pulled off and spun around to face me. Our limbs jumbled together until he braced his hands on my chest and straddled me again.
I yanked him down by the neck and kissed him, demanding and thorough. “There you are.”
Eyebrows knitted together, we breathed each other in while he slowly sank back down. He grunted when I bottomed out, the angle just new enough. “You feel so good inside me,” he moaned before he swiveled his hips again.
Oh, I was in danger, now.
“Not gonna last long like this,” I grunted.
The hazy pleasure-induced fog in his eyes cleared a bit, and he smirked. Leaning forward, he braced a hand against the window above us, and rode me. “You won’t come. Not yet,” he huffed in answer.