5. Simon
Banging on the door jolts me away from sweet oblivion.
Or maybe it’s the banging in my head. I’m honestly not sure at this point.
How long was I even out?
“Just leave it at the door,” I yell. I need the food; I’m just not sure I can walk right now to get it.
There’s just one problem: The pounding on the door doesn’t stop.
“Fucking stop!”
I don’t care who I wake up at this point. I just need it to stop.
I roll out of bed, literally, and fall to the ground. Fuck. It doesn’t hurt now, but I’m sure I’m going to feel it in the morning.
Or maybe I’ll just have a headache from the incessant drubbing on the door that’s now getting louder and faster.
“Fuck,” I groan as I pick myself up and stumble to the door. When I finally figure out how to turn a doorknob, I open the door to see Charlie holding my food.
Wait, what?
“Bug?”
Charlie storms in my room, leaving me confused as I look out the door, then back to her. “Are you my DoorDasher?”
She drops the food on the table and whips back to me with a look that could kill.
It’s fucking hot.
“No, I’m not your DoorDasher. I just took it from him when I realized we were heading to the same room.”
“Why?”
She gives me a confused look. I think. She’s moving back and forth. Or I am. Maybe both. I might be dizzy, and I might be seeing double, but I can still see how beautiful she is.
Red lips. Full chest. Hips that I want to sink my fingers into. Red hair that I want to wrap around my hand.
Charlie lets out a huff. “Because you called me, dumbass.”
“I did?”
“You did.”
Shit…I did. In the words of the angelic Canadian songstress, it’s all coming back to me now…
Calling her. Apologizing. Demanding answers. Telling her that I wanted to kiss her.
Well, shit…
“Bug…”
“Stop,” she says, fixing her stance but stumbling a bit in the process. I think. The room is spinning pretty good right now. “No more of the Bug stuff.”
“Ah, man,” I say. “But that’s my nickname for you. It’s only mine. Which means I like it the best. Everyone can call you Charlie. Or Charlene. But only I call you Bug.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m not yours to give a nickname to, Simon. I never was, and I never will be.”
I don’t know why, but her fiery words and stare of death are only firing me up more. I mean, they always did. The woman could get me going unlike any other. You’d think that would go away after fifteen years, but apparently it hasn’t.
I crack my neck, suddenly feeling more sober than I have all night. “Why are you here, Charlie?”
The use of her real name throws her for a second, but she quickly recovers. She lets out a little scream and starts pulling at her hair. “I don’t know!”
“You don’t know?”
“You!” She points at me, her finger slightly shaking. “Why?”
Maybe I am still drunk, because now I’m confused. “Why what?”
“I was fine!” She starts pacing the room, which is only a few steps each way, before she turns around. “I was living my life. It was a fine life. I had a job. And a friend. And yeah, my job was shit most times, but whose isn’t?”
“I like my job.”
She snaps back around to me. “I’m talking. You shush.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“As I was saying, my life was fine until one night, I was minding my business at work. Doing my thing. Making sure a dear friend had the food she wanted at the wedding of her dreams. And then I hear the one fucking word I hate more than anything in the world.”
Damn, I think she’s talking about me.
“Wipe that smile off your smug face,” she says, her face getting as red as her hair.
“I won’t.”
“Why are you the way you are?”
“To drive you fucking crazy.”
“Well, it’s working,” she says. “Because I was living a mildly decent life until you came back. Then I thought you were gone again. Cool. Great. Awesome. Then today happens, and what the fuck, Simon? Why are you back in my life?”
“Why am I back in your life?” Is she crazy? How is this on me? “Why are you back in mine?”
Apparently this was the most ridiculous question I could have asked based on how big her eyes get.
“Me? Me! You’re the one who showed up at my work. Twice! You’re doing this on purpose. It’s just like before. It wasn’t cute then, and it’s not cute now.”
“One, yes it is, so don’t lie. Two, do you think I want this?” I cut the distance between us to just a few inches apart. “You think I want to be driven mad by you again?”
“What do you mean ‘again’?”
Sure, Bug, play dumb. “Do you think I like not being able to think of anyone besides you? I already did that once, Bug. Zero out of ten. Would not recommend.”
“Quit calling me Bug.”
“Sorry. Can’t. Won’t. If you won’t get out of my head, I’m going to make sure I’m living rent-free in yours.”
“You think you have that much power over me?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
My words shut her up for the first time since she’s walked into my room. And with the silence, I’m now just realizing how close we are.
I can feel her breath on me. Her perfume is faint but I can smell it—sweet and spicy, just like her. Her chest is heaving, and if I moved just an inch closer I’d feel it against me. Our eyes are locked in a stare so intense I don’t know if a bomb exploding could break it.
I give Bug credit; she’s not backing down. She’s at least half a foot shorter than me, but that’s not intimidating her. If anything, it’s making her more determined to not break first.
And it’s making me want to do something really fucking stupid.
“Why are you here, Bug?”
I watch her eyes heat underneath my gaze. “Why did you call me?”
“I asked first.”
“Just answer the question, Simon.”
I shake my head and step just a little closer to her. “Why. Are. You. Here.”
“Because…”
She’s getting flustered. Her breathing is picking up. Good. About time she knows what it feels like to have your heart beating out of your chest.
“Use your words, Bug.”
She doesn’t use her words. She uses her mouth.
It’s on mine out of nowhere. Kissing me. Hard.
But just as fast, she’s pushing me away. We’re both panting for breath as it clicks to what she just did.
“You have a habit of kissing me.”
My smartass comment is met with a snarl from her.
That’s it, Bug. Get pissed. Kiss me again.
“I hate you.”
I reach out for her hip, taking hold and pulling her into me. Her eyes dilate the second my rock-hard cock presses against her. “No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
I lean in closer, our foreheads only inches apart. “Then don’t kiss me again.”
Neither of us move. The only sound is the humming of the air conditioner and the panting of our breaths. Her hands are planted firmly at her sides, and it’s physically killing me not to let my hand start tracing her soft curves. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I saw her four months ago.
But I won’t. I won’t make the first move. This has to be her. Prove to me she doesn’t hate me as much as she thinks does.
I mean, she might. But I’ll take hate over nothing any day of the week.
“I won’t,” she says defiantly.
“Prove it.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve kissed you first twice now. I think it’s your turn.”
Normally I would be able to hold strong. To stand and die on the hill I’ve created. But not when Charlie’s finger is running down the center of my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake and talking to me in that taunting voice.
Oh, fuck it.
I don’t hesitate. I just react. I grab her face and crash my lips to hers. She doesn’t fight it. Or me. No. She welcomes me.
There is nothing romantic about this kiss. It’s heated and filled with years of hate and want and frustration and lust and every other emotion that gets lumped into those categories.
And it’s fucking perfect.
I can taste the faint flavor of tequila on her tongue, as I savor every second of Charlie’s mouth on mine. My hands leave her face to grab onto each cheek of her luscious ass, squeezing and kneading. This must flip a switch in her, because her hands go from grabbing my shirt for dear life to ripping it open.
I nearly fucking lose it when I feel her nails clawing down my chest. They aren’t long, but hit just enough that I know they’re going to leave a mark.
Which is fine. I plan on leaving her ass pink and sore, so tit for tac, in my opinion.
“I hate you,” she says as she pushes my shirt off me and starts working on my belt while I rip off my undershirt.
“No, you don’t,” I say. She whips my belt off me, and I help her by unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down. The short distance between us gives her the chance to look at my body. Suddenly the hours I’ve spent in the gym with Shane seem worth it.
“Like what you see?”
She looks up then back down as she shrugs.
The tell.
“No.”
“Liar.”
That flips the switch. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
We each step toward each other, the magnetism too powerful to fight.
“I could tell you how to make me come.” Charlie’s finger is toying up and down my sternum, leaving a trail of heat with every movement. “But I don’t want to make this easy for you.”
I don’t know how I, or my cock, don’t physically explode from her words.
“You think I need a cheat sheet?” I lean down closer so my mouth is right on her ear. “The question is going to be how long until you beg for me to stop.”
She tilts her head up to me. “Never.”
Challenge accepted.
I dive into her mouth without warning. Her hands start clawing at my bare chest, only spurring me to somehow make this kiss deeper. I drop my hands so I can bring her shirt up and quickly unsnap her bra, giving me my first view of Charlie’s fucking gorgeous tits.
They’re spectacular. Big. Full. More than a handful and then some. Perfect pink nipples. Thoughts of burying my face in them flash through my mind, and it’s enough to make me weep.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?”
I look up at her, fire burning through her eyes, which I’m going to guess matches mine.
“Oh, don’t you worry about me,” I say, starting to guide her backward to the bed. “I’m just trying to decide what’s first.”
She falls back to the bed, bouncing slightly as she hits the mattress, which makes her tits bounce in spectacular fashion. Our eyes are locked as I lean down, putting my hands on each side of her as I go in for a quick, but devastating, kiss. I gently push her back so I can rip her leggings and panties off.
Holy fuck… Charlie is laying back on the bed, gloriously naked. Her chest is heaving, and her legs are slightly spread, giving me just a glimpse of a wet pussy that makes me lick my lips. But then there are her tits, and being the breast man that I am, I want to just set up camp there. I feel like a kid at a candy store. I want everything and don’t know what to go for first.
“Simon.”
My name on her lips breaks my trance. “Yes, Bug?”
Our eyes meet, and I’m shocked she’s not telling me to not call her that. Then I see the fire behind her stare, and I know the banter is over.
“Fuck me. Now.”
She’ll never have to ask me twice. I strip off my boxer briefs and am on her in seconds. Our lips find each other in the hardest and most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced. Actually, I don’t know if you can qualify this as a kiss. It’s more like we’re trying to devour each other, each of us doing our best to not leave a scrap behind.
I quickly leave her mouth and squeeze the tits that have been taunting me. I suck on one while rolling the other nipple, making her writhe and moan beneath me. I switch sides and internally talk myself down, because I could let go right here, right now.
“Charlie…” Her name trails off as I bury my face between them, feeling her soft flesh around my head. Her nails are on my back, clawing at me to go further. I’m pretty sure she’s drawing blood.
Ask me if I care.
I reluctantly leave the place I’d like to live forever, not because I want to, but because if I don’t feel Bug’s wet pussy on my face in point-five seconds, this is going to be over before it starts.
And since I’m pretty sure this is never going to happen again, I’m making sure I take everything I want.
I kiss my way down her soft stomach and push open her legs as I inhale her sweet scent.
“Simon...”
Oh…begging Bug. I like this.
I slide my fingers along her slit and stop just short of her clit.
“What do we say?”
She arches her back, hoping that the movement will cause me to move. She also lets out a frustrating, albeit adorable, scream.
“Simon!”
“While I like the sound of you screaming my name, unfortunately that’s not the magic word,” I say. “How do we ask nicely when we want our pussy eaten?”
She tosses back and forth, but I’m unwavering at keeping my hand right where it’s so close, yet so far away.
“Please, Simon…please…”
I smile. “Good girl. Now was that so hard?”
She shoots a look at me. “Simon!”
“So impatient.”
With one slight movement of my fingers, rubbing her clit with just a few strokes, Charlie falls back onto the bed. As her arousal starts coating my hand, I insert two fingers, needing to feel more of her on me as she lets out her first of what I guarantee will be many screams tonight.
”That’s it,” I say as I position myself in between her legs. “Now, let’s see what you taste like.”
“What? Oh!”
Charlie doesn’t make another audible sound as my tongue licks her from back to front, tasting every single inch of her perfect pussy before I start going to work. My tongue frantically flicks at her swollen clit, my fingers slipping back in so I can work her from the inside as well. I feel her hands latch onto my hair, which has been growing out a bit as of late. When she starts pulling, it only ramps up my efforts, needing more than anything right now to make her come. My cock stiffens even more, knowing in just a few seconds, I’m going to be drowning in her arousal.
“Simon!”
If this was my last minute on Earth, this would be how I’d want to go out, Bug screaming my name as she comes on my face.
I barely let her come down as I sit up and grab each of her legs. “Come here.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can.”
I lean down, our noses nearly touching, her heavy breasts grazing my chest with every breath. “Is that you begging me to stop? Right when I’m about to fuck you?”
My words hit her, and her eyes go from tired to determined in a flash.
“No.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say, lining up my cock against her center. I don’t say another word as I press into her tight—so fucking tight!—pussy.
I have to take a breath and wait for her to stretch around me. I gently pump into her as she adjusts to my size, and then the gravity of the situation hits me.
Bug is here. In my bed. Well, a hotel bed. But a bed with me.
And I’m inside her. I’ve made her come apart, and the scent and taste of her is now forever branded on me.
I realize this is likely a one and done. Tomorrow I’m going to go back to hating her for not telling me where she went, and she’s going to hate me for whatever the fuck I apparently did to her.
But for this one night, she’s mine.
I feel Charlie’s hips start moving, and my blood is now spiking. I collapse down onto her, letting her breasts press against my chest as I take her mouth with mine. I keep pumping into her as she lets her fingers scratch down my back, putting the perfect amount of pressure and pain.
I roll us over, bringing her on top of me. Charlie adjusts so she’s now straddling me, her hands gripping onto my chest.
This might have been my best decision of the night, because the sight of Charlie riding me? Her beautiful body on display for me to watch as she uses me for her pleasure? I could die and go to heaven.
Well, I’m going to hell. I already know that. But what a way to go.
“That’s it,” I encourage, wanting her to fuck me just the way she wants to. “Fuck me how you want to.”
And she does. She takes what she wants. A slap on her ass that echoes around the room only makes her go harder.
It’s hot as fuck.
She moves her hands back to my thighs, arching back slightly as she continues to ride me like she owns me. And while this is the hottest thing I’ve ever been on the receiving end of, this isn’t how it ends.
It’s going to end with her screaming my name one more time.
I grab her hips, guiding her to go harder, wanting her to take what she needs while I also ruin her for anyone else who’s going to come after me.
And I’m going to make sure I’m as burned into her brain as she is into mine.
“One more, Bug,” I say, my fingers now digging into her soft flesh. “Fucking let go.”
“Almost there,” she says as her hands fall back to my chest. “Yes! Right there!”
I buck my hips, hitting her exactly how she wants it, and then I see it. I feel my orgasm about to bust through, and I hold it down, because like fucking hell this woman isn’t about to come on my cock.
“Yes! Simon!”
Music to my ears…
Charlie falls to my chest as she comes apart on me, my bellow of release echoing hers as I spill into her.
Neither of us move for a second as I wrap my arms around her. Again, I don’t know how long this is going to last—pretty sure she’s going to realize quickly the position we’re in—but until she does, I’m going to bask in the afterglow.
Charlie slowly starts rolling off me and I follow, wrapping my arm around her and bringing her against me.
“Hate me now?”
This makes her laugh softly. “Always.”
I chuckle under my breath. “Go to sleep, Bug.”
She doesn’t answer, and I don’t say anything else as I close my eyes and fall asleep with my Bug in my arms.