Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Simon's hands slid under Charlie's shirt and Charlie arched into the touch, the contact making him feel a little crazy.
His heart beat faster, and he could hear Simon's pulse do the same. He was kind of glad Simon didn't want to talk. He couldn't have strung two words together. Not when Simon had that look in his eyes like he wanted to devour Charlie whole.
Charlie wanted that too.
God, he'd missed Simon so much in the past few hours. He shouldn't have but there was no denying it now. The bond had been tugging him toward the hunter since he'd arrived. And now he felt complete again. Full, satisfied, anchored.
Home.
He tugged on Simon's hair again, trying to communicate everything he was feeling without words. He'd never be able to explain it right.
Simon responded by kissing down Charlie's neck, tongue flicking over his pulse point.
Charlie shivered. "Simon..."
Simon's teeth grazed his collarbone in response, and Charlie forgot whatever he'd meant to ask. He didn't need to ask for anything anyway, because Simon always seemed to know what he wanted, what he needed.
Simon pulled Charlie away from the door and they both stumbled over the carpet.
Charlie managed not to trip this time, which was a victory.
He tugged Simon's shirt off and then he stopped moving entirely because wow.
He knew Simon was ripped, but actually seeing all those muscles was something else entirely.
He ran his fingers across them, marveling at the smooth lines and hard edges.
"Your turn," Simon said and pulled Charlie's shirt off as well.
With the cold air hitting his skin, Charlie couldn't help but feel inadequate. He was skinny and soft compared to Simon, who looked exactly like the kind of guy you'd expect to be killing vampires for a living.
But Simon's gaze heated, roaming across Charlie's body with an intensity that made him shiver again.
He wanted to ask if Simon liked what he saw or apologize for not having abs, but Simon pressed against him before he could speak and any thought he might've had flew out of his head.
He could feel their bond light up. The connection between them flared, bright and hot, and Charlie gasped into Simon's mouth. He hadn't been prepared.
Simon's hand moved to cup the front of Charlie's jeans, and he moaned.
Fuck. The last time he'd been intimate with someone had been a messy fumble during college that had ended with him accidentally kicking his date in the face and running from the dorm room in horror.
This was nothing like that.
Simon would take care of him.
Charlie had never been more certain of anything in his life. And when they fell together onto the bed and Simon settled over him, Charlie felt like the rest of the world could just disappear, and he wouldn't notice.
There was only Simon.
Simon kissing him, Simon touching him, Simon making him feel safe and wanted.
Charlie reached down blindly to unbutton Simon's pants, wanting to feel skin against skin. Wanting to make Simon feel as incredible as he did right now.
Simon helped kick off his pants, and then his boxer briefs followed. His hard cock pressed against Charlie's stomach, hot and insistent, and it made Charlie's own erection throb.
He'd done that. Made Simon feel this desperate just with a few kisses.
That thought was enough to make Charlie forget to breathe entirely.
"Are you okay?" Simon asked.
Charlie managed a nod. "More than. I... yeah. Good."
Simon studied him. "You've had sex before, right?"
"Um. Kind of?" He tried for a smile. "College stuff.
" Which mostly amounted to drunk hookups that he'd spent half the time freaking out about whether he'd done something wrong.
Simon's eyebrows lifted, and Charlie hurried to add, "But I know what I'm doing, mostly.
It's cool! This is totally cool. I can do this. "
"Charlie—"
"And I don't mean that in an 'I can do this' way like I need to convince you I'm capable of handling it." He winced. "Sorry. Ignore that. I am capable. Obviously." He gestured at his own pants. "See?"
Simon's expression softened. "I do see." He leaned in and kissed Charlie slow and sweet, and Charlie melted into it. God, he loved kissing this man. Even the simple contact made his nerves spark.
Simon's thumb brushed over the bulge in Charlie's jeans, making him whimper into the kiss, and suddenly Simon was undoing his zipper and pushing down fabric, and then Simon's hand wrapped around his aching cock and stroked, and everything short-circuited.
"Oh fuck, I—"
Simon stroked again, and it took every shred of self-control Charlie had not to lose it right then and there.
"Don't stop," Charlie begged. Simon's hand was so large and callused and it felt like nothing Charlie had experienced before. He wanted Simon to keep touching him like that, forever.
"You sure about that?" Simon murmured, stroking once more for emphasis.
"Nnngh," Charlie replied articulately.
Maybe Simon should stop because otherwise Charlie was going to make a fool out of himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say the word 'stop' when it would mean Simon taking his hands away, so he nodded frantically instead.
Simon's eyes darkened, and he leaned in to kiss him again.
This time the kiss wasn't gentle at all.
It was hard and possessive, and Charlie loved it, especially paired with the continued stroke of Simon's hands over his cock.
"You want to come like this?" Simon murmured into his ear. "Because I'd rather you come when I fuck you. I want to be inside of you." His voice dropped lower. "I want to feel you writhe on my cock."
Charlie shuddered. Goddammit why did Simon have to say such filthy things while Charlie was already trying desperately not to embarrass himself? "Please, yes, please, Simon, I want—" Words failed him. He just moaned incoherently.
"Want what?" There was amusement in Simon's tone now.
"You," Charlie managed. "Need you, Simon, please."
Simon growled softly in his ear. "Hold perfectly still," he said and the command took hold over Charlie's body. He wasn't sure if Simon had meant to use the sire bond to command him or not, but he couldn't have moved even if he'd tried.
Simon moved down, kissing his way across Charlie's chest, pausing briefly to lick his nipples before continuing lower.
He kissed along Charlie's hip bones and then lower still.
His mouth hovered inches from Charlie's straining erection, and the proximity of Simon's warm breath on him was torture.
But when Simon closed the last inch to take Charlie's cock in, Charlie nearly cried with relief and pleasure.
The heat of Simon's mouth enveloped him.
Simon sucked, swirling his tongue along the shaft and then pressing down until he had Charlie entirely buried within his throat.
"Fuck," Charlie whispered, and the word turned into a groan.
Simon pulled off slowly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky and low. He flicked his tongue over the head and smiled at the shudder it drew from Charlie. "Good. I'll prepare you now." He pulled Charlie's pants lower. "Don't come before I have my cock inside you. That's an order."
Charlie moaned in desperation, but Simon's will flowed through him, settling deep into his bones. "I won't," he gasped out.
Simon smiled again, and then he slid off the bed and disappeared into the attached bathroom, returning a moment later with a bottle of body oil.
He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling next to Charlie while he poured some of the oil over his hand and slicked up his fingers. Then he leaned down and took Charlie's length in his mouth again while his finger traced lightly down between his legs.
Charlie tensed automatically, but he was still held by Simon's command.
The pressure of Simon's finger against his hole made his breath catch.
It felt foreign and strange but so incredibly hot.
And then Simon slid the finger into him and he gasped, wanting so badly to buck his hips.
To move, to squirm. Anything. Simon's orders bound him tightly, though, leaving him helpless as Simon's mouth worked magic on his sensitive flesh while his finger slid slowly in and out.
A second finger joined the first.
The stretch burned slightly at first, but Charlie welcomed the discomfort. He needed something to anchor himself, and the pain helped.
Simon twisted his fingers, pressing upward and sending sparks flying behind Charlie's vision. "Oh!"
Simon did it again. Charlie whimpered. "Simon, please, I can't..."
Simon hummed around him and pressed again.
It was all too good. Too much. Charlie couldn't take it. He felt stretched tight and wound-up, desperate for Simon to let him move again. For Simon to fill him. For something to happen so he didn't explode out of his skin.
Simon finally pulled off his cock and slid a third finger slowly into him, watching him closely.
Charlie panted, unable to form words as the sensation overwhelmed him.
When the third finger slid fully in, Simon bent down and placed a kiss on Charlie's thigh.
"Beautiful," Simon whispered against his skin, his voice full of reverence.
Then he crooked his fingers again, and all coherent thought fled Charlie's mind. "Simon... Simon, I need... Fuck me. God, please fuck me."
Simon withdrew his fingers carefully and shifted, leaning over him to claim another kiss.
Charlie could taste his own pre-come mingling with Simon's unique flavor.
He moaned into it, wanting to wrap himself in the sensation of Simon covering every part of him.
Simon's cock pressed hard and hot between Charlie's spread thighs, and Charlie ached to feel it inside of him, filling him.
"You can move now," Simon whispered against Charlie's lips.