Chapter 18
Ispend my day distracted by the stress of what is going on with my house, and curious about what Charlie has planned. It’s the only thing keeping me somewhat sane if I’m being honest. I hope it is going to at least lead to something sexy. If there’s anything that helps keep me distracted it’s sex. It’s one of the times I’m able to pull myself away from real life and focus solely on something else. Something that feels good.
It”s also the only time I can either lose myself in being completely in control of what is going on, and bringing my partner pleasure, or letting them control me and be consumed in them taking the pleasure from me.
Either way I win.
I’ve never been with someone long enough to get to explore both sides with them, and usually hookups consist of the guy being pretty set on taking control. Which I don’t mind, but I like when I get to. I like Charlie letting me take the lead and that he wants to please me.
I spend my day getting the mail from my place, seeing yet another letter from dear old granny. She’s always been persistent, but these feel like they are coming more often than before and if maybe she’s finally on her way out of this lifetime. Too bad I’m pretty sure she thrives on hatred and sucking the souls out of anyone who crosses her, so at this rate she will end up immortal.
As I drive back to Charlie’s condo after getting some groceries, I can’t help but think about some of the shit I went through after I was forced into my grandma’s care. She wouldn’t let me watch any Disney movies because it’s a cult or something. I especially couldn’t watch Hercules because it “glorifies a fake religion.” Not sure who made her in charge of what is a real or fake religion, and in my opinion, they are all fake.
Then, there was high school when everyone was obsessed with some vampire book, so naturally I wanted to read it to see what the hype was and be able to fit in with what everyone was talking about. Grandma saw me reading it one day, saw it had to do with vampires, then proceeded to throw the book away, ban any talk of it from her house, and told me to not even try to read it behind her back because she would know.
How would she know?Oh, because she would be able to tell that I had begun to fornicate (yes, she used this word in this tangent) with the Devil. She would be able to see it within me.
When I asked how reading a book would be me fucking the Devil I got slapped in the face.
Parking at Charlie’s condo I wipe all the shitty memories from the forefront of my mind. None of them hurt like they used to, when I would grieve not having a happy, functional family. I lost that chance when “God” gave me the parents I got. Doesn’t matter now, I’m happy with the life I’ve created for myself. And with that, I bring up the groceries to the home of an incredibly hot hockey player who wants to hang out with me.
After putting everything away I go into my room to text my little group chat once again.
Audrey: Hypothetically, what would you do if you learned the viewer, you’re accidentally staying with hasn’t had sex in a while and is nervous about it, but you want to fuck his brains out?
Jade: Why is everything hypothetical with you?
Audrey: Because it feels better than admitting this is my reality.
Skylar: Does he want to fuck your brains out?
Audrey: I think so.
Skylar: Then do it.
Jade: Agreed. Still on board with that for you.
Audrey: I’m not sure I should come to you guys for advice anymore. Even for hypotheticals.
The sun is currently setting,and Charlie meets me in the kitchen. I give him a smile, then can’t help the way my eyes trail down his body, the tight t-shirt clinging to his muscular frame and the swim trunks that are low on his hips.
“You’re serious about the bathing suit thing?” I ask.
“Yup, so I hope you have one to change into.”
“I grabbed one from my place today, but I think you might be insane.”
“You’re the one that said you trust me. So, that makes you just as insane.”
I sigh, “I definitely am. Let me go change.”
Even though I’m slightly terrified about getting into some freezing cold water, I change into the black bikini I brought over anyway. The top barely covers the swells of my decently sized tits, and the bottoms tie at my hips. I check myself in the mirror before stepping out. I’ve grown to love my body, I’m not stick thin, but I’m also not muscular from any workouts. I have soft curves and a stomach that isn’t flat. I say my “I am beautiful” affirmations three times before going back into the kitchen to meet Charlie.
“Ready,” I announce to catch his attention.
He turns to face me, his eyes immediately dropping down the length of my body. I’m used to men ogling me, I don’t shift or find it uncomfortable at all. I just stand here and let him get his fill. He’s seen me naked, many times, the latest just last night in fact. However, for some reason the way he’s looking at me feels like he’s just seeing me for the first time.
“You done?” I tease.
His eyes shoot up to mine and pink starts to tinge his cheeks. “Yeah, let’s go. Though, if we run into Mr. Peterson in the elevator, I’m pretty sure you’re going to give him a heart attack.”
I shrug, “I hope you know CPR, then.”
Charlie just laughs.
We step into the elevator, and he presses a button for the roof, and I look at him even more confused. The doors close in front of us, and I speak up, “Please tell me we are not going to stand on the roof of a very tall building in our bathing suits while it’s starting to snow.”
“We aren’t going to stand on the roof. We are going to swim.”
“Have you lost your mind? Did last night actually make you go insane? We fuck around and you end up with some sort of psychosis?”
He throws his head back laughing, “Not exactly.”
The elevator dings, signaling we are at the roof and then I understand. As the doors slide open, it reveals what I can only describe as an oasis. The roof, is completely covered with windows that are beginning to get blanketed in the snow that’s falling. Half of the area is covered with a pool and a hot tub that has steam rising out of it. There are rows of lounge chairs, a table with a fake fire going.
“So, this is how the other half lives, huh?” I joke, nudging Charlie with my shoulder.
“The pool is heated,” he says, ignoring my comment.
“I’d hope so,” I smile up at him.
He drops two towels on one of the chairs, which I’m thankful for since I didn’t remember to bring one. I start to go over to the hot tub to get in, but Charlie stops me.
“Pool first,” he says.
“Why?”
“Everyone knows you end with the hot tub.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Okay, whatever you say.”
We both step into the pool and it’s the perfect temperature. I practically melt into the water, it feels so amazing surrounding me and I can’t help but moan. I catch the way Charlie’s eyes flare at the sound, but he doesn’t say anything.
“So, why’d you want to bring me up here?” I ask, moving to float on my back.
“It’s nice up here, did I have to have a specific reason?”
“I guess not. Did you just want to hang out or did you want to…hang out,” I glance over at him to make my innuendo clear.
He shakes his head on a nervous chuckle. “I want to get to know you.”
That takes me aback slightly. I’m not used to any guy wanting to get to know me. Not that I’m usually around them long enough to try, but still. The fact that Charlie doesn’t just want to take advantage of the very willing temporarily homeless woman he has in his condo is surprising.
“What do you want to know?” my voice is hesitant.
“I don’t know, I just feel weird that we’ve talked as different people for so long and yet I don’t really know you.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I mean I don’t even know your favorite color.” I stop floating to look over at him like this is the most important fact to know. It might be a distraction on my part, so he doesn’t try to ask anything actually important. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything and goes along with it.
“Blue,” he answers simply.
I scoff, “That’s such a basic answer. No, I refuse to believe it’s really blue.”
“You don’t approve of my favorite color?”
“I don’t believe it. That’s different.”
“Fine,” he huffs, and I see him thinking. After a couple of moments of silence, he answers for real, “Yellow.”
“Hm.”
“What? That’s not a good enough answer for you either?”
“No. No, that one is fine, but why not say that first?”
He shrugs, “When I see things that are yellow, I like and appreciate the color, but it’s not really a practical favorite to have in everyday life. It’s not like I can pull off wearing it or decorating my place with it.”
“You’re the only one stopping yourself from doing those things. If you want to wear yellow, just do it.”
He swims closer to me, “I guess you’re right.”
“Yeah, well, I usually am.”
He splashes water at me, and I gasp in feign shock before splashing him back. We continue to splash like children, and eventually I take it a step further, climbing onto him and dunking his head underwater. He grabs my hips blindly, yanking me down with him.
We are under the water, our bodies pressed against each other and I instinctually wrapped my arms around his neck, as he pulled me against him with the grip he has on my waist. We stay under, just feeling the closeness of each other in the silence of the water. When we come up for air we are still pressed together.
I wrap my legs around his waist to see what he will do, and his breath catches, but he continues to hold me there.
“You didn’t tell me what your favorite color is,” his voice is strained, and I can tell he’s trying to distract from the hardness I can feel pressing against me.
“Red,” I answer easily.
His fingertips press into my skin. “You do always look fucking amazing in red.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the reason it’s my favorite.”
“What is?”
I smirk, “Because red is always associated with the Devil, and I was told a long time ago to stay away from anything that could be linked to him. So, naturally it’s my favorite.”
“Do you believe in the Devil? Or Hell or any of that stuff?”
Shrugging, I press myself even tighter against him, distracting both of us, because the last thing I want to talk about is any sort of belief system. Especially when I have a sexy muscular hockey player with a big dick that I’m literally wrapped around.
His eyes drop down to my lips and I take the opportunity, avoiding the conversation and lean forward slightly, closing the short distance between our mouths. He does the same, pressing his lips firmly against mine.
I flick my tongue against his lips, and he takes advantage of what I’m asking for, massaging his tongue against mine. I roll my hips against his, feeling his erection against my core, letting out a small whimper against his mouth as I do it again. Charlie’s hands are firm holding me against him. I can feel the internal battle he’s currently facing; both wanting more and holding back.
Taking one of his hands from my waist, I slide it around my stomach and tease the waistband of my swimsuit with his fingers.
“Touch me,” I say against his lips. I know he wants to, but was struggling to initiate any further, like he wasn’t sure how. I almost question if he lied and he is in fact a virgin. But with the way he ate me out before, clearly that’s not the case.
He slides his hand further, just barely grazing me and letting out a groan into our kiss. I’m obviously wet, but not just from the water surrounding us and I know he can feel it. His fingers brush against my clit and I push my hips into him wanting more pressure.
I nip at his bottom lip at the same moment he pushes one finger inside me. I gasp, rocking my hips to get friction against my clit.
“God, you feel good,” he breathes, “so warm and tight.”
I want to tell him I’d feel better around his cock but am smart enough to realize that might send him running away. And I want this, just like this. Except I want to touch him too.
“Give me more,” I instruct, as he pumps his finger once, twice before adding a second one.
I moan, latching onto his mouth again, stroking my tongue roughly against his. He works me with his hand, fingers dragging in and out, while his palm rubs against my clit, and I buck against him wanting more.
My patience is wearing thin as I reach between us into his shorts and fist my hand around the rock-hard length. He grunts at the contact and shoves his hand harder against me as if on instinct.
“This okay?” I ask, but the way his hips are already thrusting forward, pushing himself further into my hand I feel like I have my answer.
“Yeah,” he moans. “More than okay.”
Ideally, I would like to untie my suit, and push down his so I can have his amazing cock inside me instead of his fingers. Squeezing my hand around him, I decide to try and drive him just as mad as me.
His fingers are working inside of me, rubbing and curling while he fucks into my hand and our mouths stay locked with all tongues and teeth. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this without it leading to more. Though, I would like to, it’s oddly hot to be so worked up, so close by only our hands on each other.
When I start to feel the distinct feeling of an orgasm beginning it almost shocks me. I’ve never come from just a guy’s hands. My own, sure. While some tongue and a mouth are involved, yes. But guys tend to not know what they are doing purely with their fingers and then usually move on to something else anyway.
Charlie has seemed to master my body and is moving in and out with the perfect rhythm while the heel of his palm rubs with the exact pressure I need. When he pushes his fingers in deep, curling them and rubbing right where my G-spot is, I practically lose it. My hand wrapped so tightly around him it must be somewhat painful, but he doesn’t say anything and doesn’t let up.
“Right there, oh fuck,” I cry as he continues to do exactly what I need and doesn’t try to speed up or slow down like a moron.
“So fucking pretty,” his voice is low, I almost miss that he said anything at all.
I’m clinging to him, still working my hand on him, but have lost my own rhythm as the release barrels toward me. Bucking my hips against him, I explode in a myriad of cries and whimpers as he continues to rub me until I come down.
When I become aware of my surroundings again, I feel him still thick and hard in my tight grip. His forehead rests against mine as he removes his hand from my bottoms, gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts against me, into my hand. It only takes a couple seconds before I feel him thicken and he’s groaning with his own release.
I stroke him through it, running my lips up the skin of his neck, licking and biting until he is finished with his orgasm. Removing my hand, I kiss his lips softly before I let out a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, with an edge to his voice.
I shake my head, “I think we contaminated the pool.”
He glances around us like he just remembered where we are then laughs along with me. “Is it bad that I don’t care because it was worth it?”
I shake my head, then pull back to look at him with a wide smile on my face. “Race you to the hot tub. We can contaminate that next.” With a wink, I dive out of his embrace and swim toward the hot tub that’s only separated by a small ledge.
Climbing in the water feels like it’s scalding my skin as I slowly slide in. Once the initial pain from the heat subsides, it is soothing, and I sink into it. Charlie joins me quickly; I watch his face as he experiences the same drastic temperature change before adjusting to it and sitting across from me.
“Why are you over there?” I ask, lifting my leg to brush against his, though with the distance it’s barely my toe that makes contact.
“Because I need a minute and just wanted to be able to look at you,” he raises his arms on the ledge, leaning back while his eyes roam over me. Despite the hot water we are in, I know he can see my hard nipples beneath the swimsuit plus the outlines of my piercings.
With a smirk I say, “Oh okay, in that case…” I remove my bikini top swiftly, plopping it outside the hot tub. His eyes go wide, staring at me, the only light out here is that coming from within the water. It’s illuminating the dark desire in his eyes while accentuating every ridge of muscle on this beautiful man’s body.
I wonder how he sees me in this light. I lean back, copying his posture, fully exposing my naked skin to him while acting like nothing is out of the ordinary.
“So, how was your day?” I ask like we are a couple of buddies catching up.
“Wha–my day?” he stutters, his eyes switching from being fixated on my chest, up to my face and back.
“Yeah, how was it? Do anything interesting or exciting?”
“You–Uh, I don’t. Audrey, I don’t think I can have a regular conversation with your tits out right now,” he reaches under the water, clearly adjusting himself.
“What? Oh these?” I cup them in my hands, playing lightly. “You’ve seen them so many times though, and they are just tits.”
His eyes lock on mine, the steam rising between us, his voice gravely as he responds, “No, they aren’t just tits. And I may have seen them before, but this is only the second time I’ve seen them while being close enough to touch them. And fuck me, pretty girl, I want to touch them so bad.”
My jaw unhinges slightly as my mouth hangs wide open. I’m still cupping my breasts but haven’t moved since he started talking. And he called me “pretty girl.” Which is what he always calls Lacey.
Plus, I want him to touch me. I want him to do so much more than we have and so much more than I’m sure he’s ready for. When I don’t say anything, he continues.
“I want my mouth on them, I want to see if you can come with just my mouth on your tits. I want to see if I can drive you as crazy as you make me. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you these last four years.”
I go to speak, but nothing comes out. Charlie is such a juxtaposition within himself. Nervous, and shy, but also…not.
“I never said you had to stop touching me,” I grin.
“Then get your ass over here,” he demands and fuck me that was something I didn’t expect from him. All I can do is obey.
I swim the short distance across to him, straddling his lap. I rest my ass on his groin, feeling him already rock hard once again beneath me.
“How’s this?” I ask, innocently.
His hands rest on the sides of my thighs, gripping lightly. “Pretty good.”
“That’s it?” I give him a doubtful look, pressing our bare chests together, I rub so he can feel my tightened nipples and the cool piercings against him. He bites back a groan at the contact which only spurs me on.
I lift slightly to roll my hips against his, rubbing myself against his length that is so hard I could never have guessed he just came a few minutes ago. This time he doesn’t smother the sound of his groan and I get to hear it.
“How about this?” my voice comes out breathy as the friction to my clit feels really fucking good.
His hands grip me even tighter, sliding up to my hips and helping to guide my movements against him. “Better.”
“Yeah?” I taunt, ghosting my lips over his, not kissing him yet but just enough for them to graze as I talk. “Think you can get me off again like this?”
His grip turns punishing, and I feel each indent where his fingers are on my skin, considering they may bruise and that makes me want it even more. “Fuck yeah I can.”
Without giving me a chance to react, he leans closer, snatching my lips in a rough kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth immediately as he keeps his rough grip while working my body over his. Fucking through our swimsuits and the way he’s rubbing me against his cock is hitting my clit perfectly. The orgasm is building quickly, taking me by surprise yet again. Charlie is just full of surprises, especially tonight.
He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I gasp at the feeling as his tongue licks around my piercing before he sucks again. Then, he moves onto the other nipple and does the same thing. It’s driving me absolutely insane.
I fist his hair at the back of his head, pulling it up so I can take over his mouth as he controls the rest of my body, working to get me to the peak of pleasure. I run my tongue along his before coaxing his into my mouth. Then, when I feel the telltale signs of an orgasm rapidly approaching, I grind harder against him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down.
He groans into my mouth and works me even faster against him. We are both panting against each other’s mouths and making little noises, mixtures of moans and quiet, fucks. It doesn’t take long before I feel it. The release starting to consume me. I roll my hips even harder against him as it crashes over me. I muffle my own cry with his mouth as I work myself through it.
He wraps his arms around my back, thrusting up against me and I feel when he jerks underneath me and finds his own orgasm. We both come back down and break the kiss apart slowly.
I pull back, looking at him biting back my smile. “I hope they clean these often.”
“I don’t know, I think I like the idea of swimming in your orgasms.”
“Do you like the idea of other people doing that? Because that’s clearly what’s going to happen.”
His playful smile dims slightly at that. I smack his chest lightly. “Come on, let’s go back.”
I climb off his lap, ignoring how he looked at what I said. It’s not like I’m looking to go fuck anyone else right now, but I’m also not someone that does relationships. And clearly that’s more what Charlie does. At least he did before he was scared off by any and all intimacy that happens in real life.
As we go back to his condo in silence I wonder if maybe my idea to help him get past that is hurting him because he’s going to expect more with me. Maybe he already does and thinks that’s what we are doing. That it’s not just some fun help.
My thoughts are just blurry from all the orgasms I just had; I need to go to bed because I’m thinking too much into all this.
With a tight smile, I tell him goodnight before going into my room. Ignoring again the look he gave me that seemed disappointed that I’m walking away.