T W E N T Y - T W O
Charlie sent me a text just after I got off, reminding me to set an alarm for dinner. And due to the lack of sleep I’ve experienced in the last forty-eight hours, it went off for a good five minutes before I noticed.
I gave my body a good stretch before getting out of bed, patting my lion’s mane on my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and braided my hair before I got dressed.
I had been way too tired to even think about getting myself off, but I had yet to decide whether or not to let Charlie know that. I found myself smiling at the prospect of either outcome as I made my way up to his floor.
A faint baby cry came from down the hall as I knocked.
“Hey, baby,” Charlie snickers, whipping open the door and tugging me inside.
He presses his lips to mine.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He moans against my mouth.
I giggle. “Citrus mint mouthwash does it for you?”
“Anything on your tongue does it for me, Matsumara.” He playfully nips at my jawbone before letting me go.
I can smell the scent of red sauce from his kitchen as he goes back to the stove.
“How was your shift?” I lean into the countertop, digging my palms in as I hopped on top of it.
“Coworker hit me with one of the forks on the lift.” He stirs the noodles.
“What? ”
“It’s not that bad,” Charlie insists. “I just got a bruise working its way to the surface on my thigh.”
“How does that even happen? Shouldn’t he lose his license or something?”
“It’s a certification. And it’s no big deal. I was ducked down grabbing a box while he was driving by with a full load.”
“What if it’s your head next time?”
Charlie saunters in my direction, letting his fingers dance up my thigh. “Then I’ve got the world’s hottest girl to nurse me back to health.”
“Quit flirting with me,” I bespeak. “No one should be getting injured this much as a grocery stocker. You seriously should talk to management about it.”
He tips his head back, letting his weight fall to his palms on either side of my legs. “I’ll do my best,” he says. “But I can’t help my lack of coordination, baby.”
“I’ll get you a yellow vest and a bell.”
“Why don’t you just wrap me up in caution tape,” he snorts.
“You have any?”
“Why?” he drawls. “You going to bind me up and have your way with me?”
I wet my lips as the pot boils over, breaking the lust spell and Charlie goes running after it.
“And you give me shit,” I laugh.
“You distracted me.”
Deciding I’d rather not have burnt pasta, I let Charlie focus .
Within fifteen minutes, I had a steaming plate of pasta with fresh mozzarella cheese on top. We settle on the couch when Charlie hands me a cider.
“How was your day?”
“I was more tired than I thought I was.”
“You’ll sleep better in my arms.”
“So cocky.”
He winks, taking a sip of his own beer.
“My mom called me just after I got off,” I tell him. “My second-removed cousin’s wedding is next weekend.”
“Second-removed?”
“Something like that,” I nod. “Anyway, I thought it might be a good time to tell my parents we’re together.”
“You want me to come to the wedding with you?”
“I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“You’re sure?”
I shove a mouthful of pasta between my lips before nodding.
He chuckles. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say after swallowing. “So you’ll come?”
“I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.”
Charlie cooked which meant I did the dishes, despite him arguing with me for longer than it would have taken me to actually wash them. We finally compromised that he would dry and put away while I washed.
How domesticated of us.
I am drying my hands when I feel a finger slip under the waist of my t-shirt.
“There’s a matter we need to attend to,” Charlie husks in my ear .
“And what would that be?”
His fingertips slowly breeze past the small of my waist and up my rib cage, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Did you touch yourself?”
I chew on my cheek, aching for more.
“Banks,” he mutters into my neck when I don’t respond.
“You’ll never know either way.”
I reach behind me, dragging my nails through his curls.
“You won’t lie to me.”
“What’s my punishment?”
He rips his fingers from my flesh causing me to whimper.
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“What’s the reward?”
He twists me around, gripping my hips and thrusting me onto the countertop once more. His dark eyes, peering through his brows.
“Tell me,” he demands.
I shake my head.
“No? Or no you won’t tell me?”
“I can’t decide what I want more.”
He ducks his head between his shoulders, bringing his lips just a sliver from mine. “Either you did or didn’t get yourself off, Banks.”
I purse my lips, wanting to take his between my teeth when he roughly grips the bottom of my shirt and yanks. He tosses it across the kitchen before pulling the cups of my bra down, letting my breasts spill out.
They perk at the sight of him.
“You really do have the prettiest tits, Banks,” he mews, blowing on one before he takes it between his teeth, biting down harder than he ever has before .
My head knocks back in pain and pleasure as my legs lock behind his thighs.
He then flicks the other with his finger, almost as if he were to smack it.
“Charlie.”
His tongue sweeps across my nipple for just a minute before he bites down again.
“Maybe I should fuck these,” he mutters sitting back just slightly, cupping my breasts and kneading them with his large hands.
“That doesn’t sound like a punishment to me.”
“You’d like that? Me fucking these sweet tits with my cock?”
He was right, I do like it when Charlie talks dirty like this. Slickness is pooling between my thighs as I fight the urge to pull his hips closer to mine.
His thumb and index finger grip my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Answer me, Banks. Would you like me to fuck your tits?”
“If I say yes, will you do it?”
He tisks.
“Or do I need to say no?”
His tongue brushes over his lip as he lets me go, backing away from me.
“Wha—”
I stop when I hear the lowering of his zipper and see him discard his tee. I watch from the counter as he sits on the couch, stretching his legs out. All of his abdominal muscles are on display as he tilts his jaw in my direction.
He waits silently, daring me to move .
My mouth starts to salivate at the image of him laxly sitting there with his pants undone, hair falling in his face, and a lust-drunk look in his eyes.
I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting it fall on the floor as I slip off the counter. I nearly tip-toed to him, standing between his outstretched legs.
Those irises of his map my body while I touch his thigh. I wait till they settle on my own eyes before I lower myself to my knees.
He strains against the cotton fabric of his briefs, twitching as I graze my fingertips over the length of him.
“Take me out and suck.”
My lips curl to the right side of my face at his demand, but I do as I am asked, pulling down the fabric and letting him spring free.
A hand twirls with one of my braids as I lower my mouth around the tip of him, letting a bit of my saliva drip from my lips. He gives me a tug and I take more, sucking as he instructed.
His hips shift in rhythm, encouraging me to suck even harder.
“Look at you,” he drawls. “Taking it so fucking good, baby.”
I grow bold and bat my eyelashes up at him. His own eyes fall heavy and glossing over as he fixates on where he continues to disappear between my lips.
I moan at his words, feeling my eyes begin to tear.
“Are you soaking wet right now?” Charlie mutters, though he already knows the answer. “Does my cock in your mouth make you hot, baby? ”
Just the way he says a word as innocent as baby has me nearly at a climax. Charlie’s voice has a way of settling into my tissues and swimming right down to my core.
“I’m going to come down your throat then I’ll take care of you.”
Charlie had yet to do this, but the idea of it made me only want it more.
Heaves leave his mouth as I double down, applying pressure with my tongue to the underbelly of his dick. I’ve noticed he nearly loses it every time I do that, but this time I know he won’t stop me before he finishes.
“Fuck, Banks,” he wraths.
A tear slides down my cheek when he finishes, hitting the back of my throat with ribbons of come. I do my best to not cough and swallow as much as I can.
He grunts while I lick my lips.
I’ve barely sat back when he yanks me forward, slamming his mouth over mine. His hands reach down and grip my thighs as he pulls me into his lap.
“Get on your stomach.”
He guides me as I lie down on the couch, touching my cheek to the fabric as he stands. His fingers pry down the waistband of my sweats, discarding them amongst the rest of our clothes.
My back aches as I watch him step out of his jeans and straddle my hips, forcing my legs as close together as possible.
I feel him push a finger between my thighs, finding the pool waiting for him. I wiggle a little, desperate for his touch, but he doesn’t slip a single digit inside me .
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he warns before I feel him, spearing past my ass cheeks and slamming into me with enough force to cause the couch to squeal.
I cry out as he slides out and does this again, this time wrapping my braids around his fist and tugging.
“You feel so fucking tight like this,” he pants over the slick slapping sounds.
“Oh my… God .” I can barely speak.
It hurts but it feels so fucking good too. No amount of pain could make me stop him right now.
He works my body as if he knows it better than his own, knowing just how rough to pull on my braids to intensify the waves of pleasure.
“Are you going to come for me?” His tone rattles with his thrusts.
I can’t answer because I’m already doing it as he asked, my legs trembling with each wave.
“Fuck,” Charlie growls. “Fuck, fuck!” he abruptly slips out of me and I feel hot spurts across my lower back as I can barely manage to lift my head.
Our heavy breaths fill the apartment till Charlie shifts behind me.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Shit. I got caught up.”
I lift my chin, staring at him for a moment. He looks a bit disheveled as he reaches for his shirt on the floor.
Was he worried I’d be upset he finished on my back?
He kneels beside me and cleans off my back. “I can go grab a pill—”
I giggle as his eyes widen. “Oh.”
“What? ”
“I thought you were apologizing for finishing on my back,” I say.
“I mean… yeah,” he murmurs. “But more so that I was inside you without protection.” He tosses his shirt on the ground before brushing his knuckles against my cheek.
“It’s fine,” I inhale. “You pulled out in time.”
“You know that’s not a sound method.”
I smile. “I’ll take my chances.”
He shakes his head, lowering a kiss to my lips.
“Are you tired?”
“Exhausted.”
“Then let’s get you into my bed.”
Charlie scoops me up and carries me into his bedroom before setting me in his bed.
“So did you?” he whispers against my hair.
“No,” I confess, tilting my lips to his. “But if you fuck me like that every time I disobey, you might as well count on me never listening.”
“You’re quite the naughty girl, Banks,” he nips at my lip with his teeth, causing me to giggle.
We make love once more before I drift to sleep.
I am woken sometime later when Charlie’s phone starts ringing.
He untangles himself from me before he answers it, speaking in hushed tones as I roll over. He slips from bed as I attempt to blink away my sleep.
A moment later he’s already pulled on a pair of sweats as he comes to the bedside, kissing my forehead.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with a yawn.
“I’ll be right back,” he promises. “Just go back to sleep, baby. I love you,” he gives me a peck .
My body is so wrecked, I don’t have it in me to argue as I move into the warm spot where his body just was.
“Hurry back,” I call into the darkness.
“Always for you, baby.” I faintly hear him say back before sleep takes me again.