Chapter 22
Ihad sex with Charlie. Charlie fucked me. He didn’t freak out, didn’t run away. No, he took control, completely took over and fucked me. Like life changing, hard, rough, passionate, bed breaking sex.
There was some awkwardness after the fact. I could tell he didn’t know exactly how to feel, or how I was feeling. And I didn’t know exactly how I was feeling either, which is strange.
Normally, I’m all “Cool, great, thanks for the orgasm, gotta go.” But this was different. I know this was big for him, and I didn’t want to run away from him the second we both got off.
Plus, he was trying to take care of me after. He cares. He’s too sweet for me, and I almost feel bad that he ended his drought with me. Almost. I’m a mess when it comes to any sort of relationship that isn’t purely sexual. But I also think we’ve developed a sort of friendship. Plus, some sex.
Friends with benefits. Kind of.
Because those always work out without someone getting hurt, right?
I try not to think about that as we both climb into the bed I’ve been staying in for the last couple of weeks. I grabbed a t-shirt from his dresser before leaving his room and didn’t bother to put on any panties because, let’s be honest here, I’m hoping he wakes me up at some point and I don’t want there to be anything in the way of that. He only pulled on a pair of boxers, and I think it was to hide the fact that he was getting hard again.
Which I wanted to do something about, but he walked ahead of me back to my room without giving me the chance to drop down to my knees in front of him.
Once we are in the large bed together, I don’t even resist when he wraps his strong arm around my middle and pulls my back against his chest. I’m not a cuddler. I don’t do this, but I give in for him because I feel like he needs the connection.
And I don’t hate it.
I sink into his embrace, feeling his breathing even out behind me as I close my eyes and it’s kind of peaceful. The way he’s holding me is intimate and comfortable, things that usually freak me out with a guy because I don’t want him getting the wrong idea. But with Charlie it feels different. I sink into his embrace and fall asleep easier than I think I ever have before.
I start to wake up,surrounded by warmth. So much warmth. I turn over and nuzzle closer into it with a sigh. It’s hard and smells nice, a mix of the forest and fucking. That reminds me, I’ve never fucked someone in the forest, I’d like to do that sometime.
The warmth makes a sound, a deep rumbling sound and I like it. I want more of it. My hand reaches out, landing on the very hard, muscled chest and sliding lower, there’s a waistband, then under the fabric is a large, thick dick that is at least semi hard.
Charlie groans again as I squeeze slightly. I smile, opening my eyes before licking his chest, tasting the salt from his sweat before I rest my chin there. He opens his eyes to see me already staring at him.
“You know, I was just having a dream similar to this. You were looking at me like this, but your face was a bit lower.”
I chuckle, sliding down so my chin is on his abs, “Like here?”
“Lower.”
I move an inch, maybe two, raising my eyebrows at him.
“Lower.”
I move again, my chin at his waistband.
“Lower.”
My face is even with his, now, definitely hard cock.
“Right about there,” he smirks.
“Funny, because I was having a similar dream,” I say, running my finger along the skin at his waistline.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm, except, you weren’t wearing anything, and your dick was in my mouth.”
“I’m pretty sure we can make that happen.”
I move up to rest on my elbows and give Charlie a curious look. “Well, technically, to make my dream a reality you have to stand,” I nod my head to the side of the bed, “right there.”
“Is that a suggestion or are you telling me what to do?”
“Good boys would already know the answer to that,” I slide off him so he can do what it is I’m wanting.
And he does. Before I know it, he’s off the bed, standing and has pulled his boxers down. I smirk in his direction. “I like your enthusiasm.”
“And I like your mouth.”
I can’t help the smile that pulls at said mouth. I crawl over to the side of the bed he’s standing by, then roll onto my back and hang my head over the edge of the mattress and open wide for him.
He just stares at me at first before finally moving, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. I hum at the initial taste, darting my tongue out to lick the precum that is at his tip. He groans above me as I lick every part of him that’s in my mouth, but I want more.
I reach back to wrap my hands around the backs of his thighs, pulling him toward me to feed me more of his dick. I can sense his hesitance in his shallow thrusts. Instead of continuing to pull him into me, I make it clear what I want.
I move back slightly so he falls from my mouth as I spread my thighs and grab one of his hands, pulling it to my slick center.
“I want you to make me come with your fingers while you fuck my face,” I tell him with conviction.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
“No. Audrey,” I smile before taking him back into my mouth again, pushing myself so he hits the back of my throat.
Then he does exactly what I was asking, his fingers slide through my slit. He groans when he feels how wet I am already for him. I continue to work him in my mouth while he rubs my clit in tight circles before dipping a single finger inside me.
I moan around his length, and his hips jerk forward, forcing himself further into the back of my throat making me gag. I welcome the invasion of his thick cock and I want more of it. I want him to use my mouth like he used my pussy and know that I enjoy it.
He adds another finger and pumps them while his palm rubs against my clit. The angle of him leaning over me, fingering me while I try to take as much of him into my mouth as possible makes me feel that an orgasm is in my very near future.
Oh fuck.
He curls his fingers, hitting the perfect spot and it really will be the near future. Maybe too near because I don’t want this to end but fuck me it feels good.
“Fuck, Audrey, do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”
I smile around him but can’t respond because the way he flexes his hips, thrusting forward makes me gag once again. He also seems to be heading toward a powerful orgasm because his thrusts speed up, and so does the pace of his fingers.
I buck up against his hand, wanting more of everything he’s giving me, and he does the same, his movements become jerky and erratic. I can tell he’s holding back trying to get me there first, but I’m not far, I just can’t say anything.
“I’m gonna come, oh fuck,” he moans, and I dig my nails into the skin of his ass, pulling him into me more because I want him to come in my mouth, I want everything he’s going to give me.
His noises of pleasure have me barreling toward my own release and I cry out around him as I detonate, the orgasm hitting me so hard and so fast I almost have to pull my mouth off him to breathe, but then he’s coming with a shout. Filling my mouth, I swallow quickly. I lick the tip of his cock one last time as he’s pulling out, and it sends a shudder through him.
My legs feel like jello from my own release. Seeing him lose it like that, and feeling the power I had over him makes me feel even more satisfied than the orgasm he just gave me.
I sit up, feeling a little dizzy from the blood that has rushed to my head from the position I was maintaining. Charlie must notice because he’s suddenly on the bed, pulling me against him as he scoots us back against the headboard. He keeps his arms wrapped around me, and again, I don’t immediately pull away.
Maybe it’s because I feel like Charlie needs this.
Maybe because it actually feels kind of nice and I don’t want to ruin it.
I try not to dwell too much on the second thought.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asks, breaking the silence we’ve found ourselves in now that our heavy breathing has subsided a bit.
“I’m okay. What about you?” I turn to look up at him.
He has a wide smile on his face, it almost gives him a boyish look about him. Very different from the serious look he has when he’s fucking me and telling me what to do. Because I really like that look on him. I also like the look he gives me when he seems in awe when I’m the one telling him what to do.
Shit, I like a lot of looks on him.
Maybe I kind of like him.
If this was a movie, a record scratch would have just played at that thought. Do I like Charlie? Like like him?
I feel myself start to panic at the thought, suddenly his arms feel too claustrophobic, his body too hot, my skin feels too tight on my body, and I just need to breathe.
Doing my best not to show any of this to him, I pull away and climb out of the bed. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I mumble.
Once I’m locked inside, I grip the counter and look at myself in the mirror. I am very familiar with how I look after I orgasm. I see it a lot during my shows, but this look is different to me. I’m still flushed, my hair is wild and tangled, lips swollen and red, but it’s my eyes. There’s the shine from the unshed tears from the brutal blowjob, but it’s not just that. They look brighter if that’s even possible. Like I’m holding them open wider, but why would I do that?
I must just be going crazy, that’s what this is. It’s orgasm induced insanity. I know getting dick-matized is a thing, I’ve told Chandler that before and it’s true. That’s all this is, and I need to calm the fuck down.
“You okay?” Charlie calls, I can sense the nervousness in his voice. He probably thinks he hurt me or something.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” I try to sound cheery to not panic him even more.
I splash some water on my face, and quietly repeat my affirmations.
I am so lucky everything works out for me.
Then, I head back into the bedroom.
Charlie grabbed some water and is standing by the door to hand it to me. I give him a wide smile, “Thanks.”
I take a big gulp because I didn’t realize how thirsty I actually was.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, and I can tell he’s having his own freak out, but I know his is vastly different from mine.
“Yeah, I’m great. There’s a few more hours of nighttime left, want to try and get more sleep?” I ask, already starting to climb into the bed.
“Yeah, okay,” he joins me and just like before he pulls me against him in an embrace.
I’m battling with the conflict in my mind and decide I need to diffuse the moment with some humor. I turn slightly in Charlie’s arms and give him a sly smile. “So, when are you going to suggest we add in one of your teammates?”
He stiffens behind me, “That’s not going to happen with me.”
“Aw, why not,” I pretend to whine. “That goalie of yours, Colver, is pretty cute.”
When I can’t help the giggle I let out, he relaxes, realizing I’m kidding. “Very funny,” he mumbles.
I don’t stop giggling and once I sink into him it’s scary how easily I drift off to sleep once again.
The next morning I update my group chat on the new development.
Audrey: I fucked him.
Jade: Hypothetically?
Audrey: Nope. For real.
Skylar: And???
Audrey: And it might have been the best fuck of my life. So I might be in big trouble.