Chapter 16
Unfortunately, the Dragons lose the game. It always sucks to walk out of the home arena on a loss, the energy is low, and everyone is disappointed. I didn’t have any further interactions with Tabitha for the rest of the game. She sat by Martha, and I tried to watch them while not seeming obvious. From where I sat, it seemed that Martha was focused on watching her son play more than talking to his ex.
Chandler and I drove here together since she didn’t want to choose who to leave with and demanded she’s an independent woman. She drops me off at Charlie’s condo with a wink, “Make sure to help him feel better about the loss.”
“I just might,” I wink back.
I’m not sure if the team is planning to do anything after the game, maybe they plan to go out to commiserate about the loss and I’ll be asleep before Charlie even comes home. But maybe he will come straight home. And maybe he will want to see me.
Once I’m in the door I go to my room to change, pulling off my jeans and the jacket and Dragons t-shirt I was wearing. Putting on one of my loose shirts and boy shorts.
I check my appearance in the mirror, my shoulder length dark hair has fallen a little flat from the waves I put it in before the game. I clean up my makeup from under my eyes that ran slightly. With one last look in the mirror, I go back out to the kitchen to get some water and strawberries.
I cut off the stems from the berries, put them in a bowl and wash them before snacking while scrolling through my phone. I’m leaning over the counter, not bothering to sit down when I hear the front door open. I don’t move, just continue to scroll and snack on the fruit.
When Charlie appears in the kitchen, leaning on the other side of the counter I pretend not to notice him.
“So,” he finally says, “are you going to tell me what happened during the game?”
Without looking up at him I just shrug.
“Do I have to help bury a body or…” he extends the last word in question.
“Ha ha,” I finally look up at him. His brown hair is darker from being wet, he’s still in his game day suit, the fabric clinging to his lean muscular frame in a way that should be illegal. “Are you going to tell me why you look like a ghost every time your ex is mentioned?”
“I already told you the short version.”
“I want the long version.”
“Why?”
I shrug again.
He groans, running his fingers through his hair. “Fine, but I need a drink first.” He comes around to my side of the island and gets a bottle of brown liquor from one of the tall cabinets.
I stare at him unabashedly as he pours himself a finger worth of what I assume is bourbon, downs it in one gulp before pouring himself another and facing me. I pull myself up onto the island, shocking myself when the cold stone hits my bare skin. It brings me closer to his height and allows me to look straight ahead at him.
“Tabitha and I met freshman year of college; we were friends for a while then started dating our sophomore year. Our relationship was fine, nothing special. But I’d never had a serious relationship before her so I guess I didn’t really know what it should be like.”
“Did you love her?” I can’t help but ask. I’ve never been in love or had a serious relationship either, so I wouldn’t know what it should be like either.
He takes a sip from his drink. “I thought I was at the time, but looking back it was more like settling. Puppy love at best.”
I nod like I know what that feels like. I don’t.
“My senior year I was being looked at for the NHL draft, it was obvious, especially with the season I was having that I was going to be drafted. Of course, everyone in my life was excited, including me. It was always my dream to play in the NHL.” He finishes the rest of his drink and sets down the glass. He’s looking down at the floor, avoiding my gaze.
I don’t say anything, I just wait.
He runs his fingers through his hair. He’s nervous. “I overheard her talking to her friends one day. She was talking about how she was going to be set for life once I got drafted. She was trying to get pregnant so I would take care of her and the baby.” He looks up at me now, “I couldn’t believe it, but thinking back on how she was acting it really made sense. Obviously, I broke up with her and it made me hyper aware of the fact that she’s not unique and I never want to be used like that.”
“So that’s why you don’t trust many people,” I state, finally understanding his reasoning.
“Right. One day I discovered…well, you and it was a safe way to experience some level of intimacy, so that’s what I did.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, “So, you haven’t fucked anyone since her then?”
He shakes his head, “I’ve tried, but no.”
I’m not sure what it says about me that I want to be the one that breaks his dry spell, maybe it’s the thought of all the pent-up sexual energy he must have. Or because I know we already have chemistry from the years of talking. But I’m also not going to be someone in his life that he feels is taking advantage of him. I don’t give a shit about how much money he has or doesn’t have. It’s not about what he does or who he is to the public. It’s about who he is as a person. And how attracted I am to him for those reasons.
After a few beats of silence between us I hop down from the counter and take the couple steps to be in front of him, our chests only inches apart.
“Do you want to?” I ask softly.
His eyes snap up to meet mine, his gaze is intense and pained. “Audrey, I don’t–”
I place my hand on his chest to stop him.
“Just answer. Do you want to?”
I watch his throat move while he swallows, his eyes bounce to my lips then back up to my eyes. He nods.
“Do you trust me?” I practically whisper.
He nods again.
“Good. I’m not going to push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, understand?”
Once again, he nods.
Taking his hand in my own I walk him over to the dining room, pulling out a chair away from the table and I feel Charlie’s questioning gaze. When I turn around, I push him back into the chair, he goes willingly which makes the side of my lip turn up in a smirk.
“You want to watch again tonight?” I ask, walking around the back of the chair, trailing my hand along his arm, up his shoulder and watching his skin break out in goosebumps when my nails lightly scratch the back of his neck. I lean forward, my lips barely grazing his ear. “Or do you want to finally touch?”
His breath hitches as I drag my teeth along his skin lightly while I pull back, walking back in front of him again, waiting for his answer.
Our eyes lock and I tilt my head to the side slightly, reminding him that I’m waiting for his answer. I watch his hands tighten into fists as they rest on top of his thighs.
“I want to touch,” he finally says.
My mouth pulls into a smile. “Good choice.” I tease the hem of my shirt before lifting it over my head and revealing myself to him since I’m not wearing a bra. My nipples are pebbled under the cool air, and sensitive from the piercings. I watch him bite back a groan as I approach again. He reaches out to touch me, but I take his hands in my own and push them down to his thighs, holding them hostage. “But not until I say you can.”
He smirks, “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
I shrug, sliding my hands off his to see if they will stay there as I stand up straight. “I’ll make sure you get a reward as long as you’re a good boy.”
I make my way behind his chair again, reaching around to remove his jacket, then unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it off his arms. I toss both pieces of clothing onto the floor and run my hand along his shoulders down the front of his chest, feeling his hard muscles flex underneath my touch. I continue moving my hands lower, my bare chest pressing against his back until our heated skin touches.
My lips trail along his neck as my hands continue roaming the large expanse of his chest, feeling every tense defined muscle there is. I’m pretty impressed he hasn’t tried to touch me yet and maybe he really will be a good boy for me.
Coming around the front of him again I see how tense he is, his hands balled into fists and the large bulge in his pants looks like it’s about to break free of the fabric. I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip as I take him in. He’s so fucking hot and at this moment it seems like he’s also completely under my control.
“That looks painful, let me help you out,” I tell him, dropping to my knees to start working his pants down. He lifts his hips slightly to help me as I remove both his pants and boxers revealing his large erection. I remember the times I’ve seen him work this very dick in his own hand through a computer screen. And the other day right in front of me. I’m almost ashamed how many times it’s the exact same cock I’ve pictured riding too many times when I’m touching myself.
Taking him into my hand he grunts as soon as my hand wraps around him. I look up through my lashes, pumping my hand once, “Is this okay?”
He nods. He’s doing that a lot tonight, like he isn’t able to say the words out loud. I’m going to change that.
“I want you to tell me when things are okay. With your voice.” I pump him again.
“Yes, it’s okay,” he bites out.
I hum, keeping my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out and run it along the hard length of him from base to tip, circling around the head. “What about this?”
“Fuck. Yes,” he moans, and I smile before taking him fully into my mouth as far back as I can go which isn’t even close to the entirety of him. I use my hand to work the part I can’t fit.
I suction my mouth around him, pulling up to the tip, running my tongue around the head before sliding my mouth back down, attempting to get further each time. He’s practically shaking with his restraint to not touch me.
Pulling my mouth off him I say, “You can touch.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathes before his hands are tangled in my hair and my mouth is enveloping him once again.
I continue my efforts of swallowing him as deep as possible and am rewarded by the delicious burn of his hands pulling at my hair and his loud moans. I love when guys make noise and are loud, nothing is hotter to me. Add in the bite of pain in my skull and the way he feels filling my mouth, I’m going to come at the same time as him without even touching myself.
“I’m close, Audrey, I–fuuuuck.”
I grin around him and double my efforts, taking him in the back of my throat even further, swallowing around him.
“I’m going to come, shit,” he moans, his hips flexing up into me, hands pushing my head down. I take it as a challenge, swallowing him once again.
His hips thrust up toward my face, forcing me to take him even deeper. His movements become choppy; moans become louder. He pulses against my tongue, filling my mouth with his orgasm that I swallow instantly.
Looking up at him with tear filled eyes and a smile on my face, he looks both shocked and hungry for more.
“How was that?” I ask, still kneeling between his legs, cock still half hard and wet with my saliva.
“I–” he stutters, still just looking at me with wide eyes. I can see the conflict there. He wants to push for more but doesn’t know if he can.
“Tell me,” I slide my hands up his thighs, leaning closer, my bare chest rubbing on his skin slightly.
“That was fucking amazing,” he breathes, licking his lips then slides his gaze from my eyes to my lips, then chest. “I want to touch you.”
“Hm,” I hum, standing up, looking down at him. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to touch me?”
“Fuck I hope so,” he breathes out.
“Should you be rewarded by getting to lick my pussy?”
“Please.”
I smile, “I like the sound of you begging.”
“I’ll beg as much as you want just to get the chance to touch you.”
“Such a good boy for me,” I lean over, placing my hands on his shoulders and lightly grazing my lips against his. I flick my tongue against his bottom lip, and he grabs the backs of my legs, pulling me onto his lap.
I yelp at the sudden movement, but don’t stop it. In fact, I deepen the kiss and grind against his cock that’s beginning to harden again. I know he can feel how wet I am through my boy shorts. Which is confirmed by the groan he lets out against my tongue.
I pull back to trail kisses along his jaw until I get to his ear. Biting the lobe before speaking, “Lay me out on this table and eat my cunt.”
Charlie doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks me up easily by my thighs and lays me on his dining table. He’s standing over me, breathing heavily while his dick is hard and ready again. But I’m not going to fuck him tonight. Even if he says he wants to, I won’t. I want to build up to that. It’s been years for him. Clearly, he has some fear that has held him back. I want to drive him so insane with need for me that he can’t even think about his fear.
He still hasn’t made a move to do anything further. I bring up my foot to trail it down his muscled abdomen, “Well? Get to it.” I tell him.
That seems to snap him out of wherever he went mentally that had him staring at me with hunger and uncertainty. He rips off my little shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere before kneeling between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and diving in.
I thought he would be hesitant, try to tease me and lead up to it. But no. Charlie latches his mouth on me, licking and sucking right where I need him. I gasp and push my hands into his short hair and grip what I can.
“Fuck that’s good,” I moan, pushing his head down onto me more.
He groans against my clit and my hips buck up trying to get closer, even though I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.
“Keep going, you’re going to make me come. Oh shit,” I grind my hips against his mouth even more, yanking at his hair.
The man sure as shit knows what he’s doing, I almost doubt his supposed lack of experience. Too bad I don’t care at this moment because the way he’s making me feel erases every other thought from my mind. He laps at my wetness before plunging his tongue inside me and licking everywhere he can reach. He has one hand gripping my thigh tightly, while the other presses down on my lower stomach to hold me down.
When he moves up to pay special attention to my clit again, it only takes a couple flicks of his tongue, suction, and the vibration of a moan. Then I’m crying out my orgasm consuming my whole body as he continues to work me through it. I feel like it goes on forever and that it’ll never end. Even when I feel myself coming down, the fact that Charlie is still licking softly just ensures the orgasm continues.
Finally, when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, I push him off. Both of us breathing heavily. I’m well aware of what I look like after I have an orgasm. My skin flushes, and eyes brighten. Charlie is looking at my chest where my hard nipples are only accentuated by the piercings there.
I smirk, rising up to my elbows. “You a fan of my piercings?”
“Fuck yeah I am, ever since I first saw them.”
“Want to touch them?”
His eyes shoot up to mine, the hunger there is so evident. “Please?”
“Go ahead,” I nod.
He doesn’t waste any time, diving in and sucking one into his mouth. It’s like there’s a direct line to my clit from where his mouth is on me. I moan, falling back onto the table as he works his mouth over my breast this time.
His hand comes up to my other one, rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging slightly at my piercing the same moment his teeth clasp down. I cry out at the dual sensations, a mix of pleasure and pain so fucking perfect he may get close to making me come just from this.
It’s so good. Too good. I’m wanting to fuck him but know that I can’t yet. I let him move his mouth over me for a few more minutes, switching sides to keep giving each of my nipples the same treatment, licking and biting, driving me insane. I reach down and pull his face up to mine and crash my lips against his. Licking his tongue, and biting at his bottom lip.
He groans into my mouth and presses his body closer to mine. I feel his erection graze against my center, and he stiffens. I nip his lip to bring his attention back to me before putting some distance between our mouths.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you fuck me right now. You’re safe.” I comfort him with one more soft kiss to his lips.
He nods, but I take this as the cue for us to be done for the night.
Placing my hand on his chest I push him back lightly and he goes without argument, giving me enough room so I can jump off the table. My legs almost give out underneath me, but he catches my elbow, keeping me steady. I hold onto his arm, both so I don’t fall over and to keep his attention for a moment.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, seriously.
He considers me for a moment before answering, “Good. Really good.” He smiles, “Thank you.”
I smile up at him, “Good to know. Maybe this won’t be the last time we do something like this.”
“I’d prefer it if it wasn’t.”
I push onto my tiptoes, grazing my lips against his in a chaste kiss one more time before stepping out of his embrace.
I start to walk away, but then turn around to tell him, “By the way, I told your bitch of an ex that she may have had you before, but that you’re fucking me. Also, I may have said something about your cum being inside me. Especially now, knowing what she did to you makes what I said even better. Maybe she’ll get the hint and leave you alone.”
Before he can reply, I’m walking back toward my room. I glance over my shoulder one last time and say, “You know the rules. Good boys get rewarded. Goodnight, Charlie.”