Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kip
Seriously Sexy, That Is
Geez. I’ve never said this out loud before. I’ve fantasized for sure, and definitely imagined Charlie in this scenario.
Deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want you to fuck me.”
Charlie smiles. “Well, that was the plan…or at least, where I was hoping tonight would go after our dream rendezvous.”
“No…I mean, uh. I want you to fuck me. I want to…I want to bottom for you. I mean, if you’re not into that, that’s fine.
I can top you. But I just…I…listen…everyone always assumes because of my size that I’m a top.
Every hook-up I have, they want me to top.
The few times I asked to bottom, they either laughed me off or got mad, so I stopped asking.
But I thought that with you, it might be different.
It’s fine if it’s not. I’ll take anything I can get with you, Charlie. I just…want to be owned…by you.”
Charlie freezes, and my heart sinks. Great. I guess it’s just not in my cards to get what I want. I’ve always loved my body, and worked hard on it, but this is the first time I’m thinking my size is a disadvantage.
The tightness in Charlie’s body fades away and he giggles. “You really are a princess, aren’t you?” He leans in, rubbing his nose against my ear. “You want to be my pillow princess, Kip?”
A full body shudder works through me. “Y-yes.”
“I’ll be honest, princess. I’ve never topped. But for you, I’ll try. Just please don’t judge me or laugh if I mess it up, okay?”
I sink into my chair, my body going loose as the tension fades away. Charlie wants to try, for me.
“I’d never tease you about that. And you can’t mess it up. Unless you go in dry, or don’t stretch me.” Now anticipation buzzes through me.
“Can I admit something else to you?” Charlie hedges.
“Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”
“I’ve never bottomed before either.”
I release an involuntary groan. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?” I rasp. My dick hardens underneath Charlie’s ass.
He nods.
I groan again. I don’t know what all Charlie has done, but I get to have his firsts in penetration. I’m going to be the first person to bottom for him. And if he wants to, I’ll be the first to top for him too. He’s mine.
“I mean, I’ve done some stuff. I’m not completely naive.” He rushes to say, taking my groan as a bad reaction.
“Baby, I groaned because I was imagining being your first time, not because I was upset. In fact, I’d prefer to pretend you’ve never done anything with anyone before me.”
Charlie’s cheeks turn a brilliant, beautiful pink as he blushes. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” I wrap my arms around him, cupping his backside with my hands. “Are you done eating? Because all this sexy talk is making my dick throb, and it feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to be with you.”
Charlie throws his head back as he laughs. “At least you ended it romantically. And yes, I’m done eating…dinner that is. I think it’s time for dessert.”
“Ah come onnnn…” I whine. “You’re killing be, baby.”
“I think you misunderstood, princess. The dessert is sex.” Charlie nips at my Adam’s apple.
“Oh, thank god.” I jump up from the chair, hoisting Charlie with me. I practically run with him in my arms towards my bedroom, while Charlie giggles. “Nacho, your daddies need alone time!”
Nacho is curled up on my bed. When we approach, he cracks open one eye and meows. “I love you buddy, and I missed you, but I’m desperate to have Charlie’s cock in my ass, and you can’t be here for that.”
Nacho doesn’t budge. I gently set Charlie on his feet, before picking up my little loaf of a cat to lock him outside the bedroom. Nacho howls in anger as the door shuts in his face.
“Sorry, Nacho!” Charlie titters. “You know, when I was trying to find you, I broke in here. Had a full on conversation with that cat. I’m almost convinced that he’s a man in a cat’s body, but I can’t prove it.”
I stalk over to Charlie. “Honestly, same. He’s an excellent conversationalist.”
Pushing Charlie gently onto the bed, he scoots back, and I follow him down.
I blanket his body with mine, making sure not to crush him with my full weight.
His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me down to meet his lips.
Even through our jeans, I can feel both of our hard lengths slotting together and it feels so damn good.
Our tongues tangle, and I let Charlie take the lead, letting him dominate our kisses. I grind my hips down into him, rutting against him to the chorus of our shared breaths and soft moans.
Charlie’s fingers drift down the planes of my back, tracing the flexing muscles while we move together. His hands ghost over my ribs, then down my abs, tracing the skin above the waist of my jeans. I shiver at his light touch.
“Mmmm…fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good against me.” I whisper into the kiss.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, princess.” Charlie pants.
I whimper, moving faster against him.
“Fuck, if we keep going like this I’m going to come.” He grips my hips, stilling my frantic movements.
“Fuccckkkk. You’re right. I don’t want you to come yet. I need to feel you inside me first.”
“Then let’s get you out of these jeans. Even though your ass looks fucking phenomenal in them, I’ll bet it looks better naked.” He says impishly.
“Oh, it absolutely does. I work hard on my physique.” I wink, breaking off with a gasp as Charlie’s fingers deftly flick open the button of my jeans. He rips the zipper down, then slips his hands into the back of my jeans to cup my cheeks.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes smolder as his palms skim over the silk and lace thong I’m wearing, down to my bare butt cheeks.
“Are you wearing panties, princess?” Charlie asks huskily.
“Yes.” I murmur. I debated with myself if I was going to show him this side of me, and settled on being vulnerable in every way tonight.
Just like me wanting to bottom, previous people laughed at my choice of underwear.
“They make me feel pretty. And they’re so soft and nice.
I like the way they cup my cock and balls.
How the satin feels rubbing on my skin.”
Charlie whines. “That’s so fucking sexy. Let me see your slutty ass in those little panties.” Charlie pushes me back, gesturing for me to stand up and take off my jeans. “Might as well take your shirt off too, but leave the fucking panties on.”
I rush to get up, eager to do what Charlie says. “Ugh, you’re perfect for me, Charlie. Every time I think you’re going to laugh or reject me, you embrace me instead. I fucking love it.” I shuck my henley off over my head, tossing it aside.
Charlie’s eyes soften. “You’re safe with me.
I’ll never judge you, princess. And for the record, the thought of your big, muscular body in tiny satin panties is fucking…
I can’t even describe it. It’s fucking hot.
And the thought of me sliding my cock deep into your ass?
Oh my fucking god, princess. I can’t wait to take you the fuck apart. ”
I tremble, unbelievably turned on. I can feel a wet spot forming from the head of my cock leaking against my panties. My cock is so hard it hurts, and it’s taking every ounce of my willpower to not stroke it.
“Princess.” Charlie’s voice is a growl. “Take off your jeans, and let me see your cock trapped in that tiny thong.”
I don’t waste another second, stripping my jeans down my thighs and stepped out of them hurriedly. The dark, wet patch of pre-cum is clearly visible on the pink satin. The tip of my cock drip, drip, drips, steadily.
I stand, waiting for Charlie’s next move.
He crawls to the end of the bed, and then stands.
His shirt comes off, quickly followed by his pants and tight, black boxer briefs.
When it’s finally freed, his rigid cock points straight at me.
My mouth waters, remembering what it was like to taste it before.
Charlie circles me, like a predator stalking its prey. He hums, tracing his finger tip over the wet stain on my panties.
“You’re so fucking hard and wet for me, aren’t you princess?”
I whimper and nod.
He circles again, this time stopping at my back. His palms each cup a cheek, squeezing and spreading them. Charlie releases one to trace the strap of satin that lines my crack.
“Hands and knees, ass at the edge of the bed. Show me your pretty pink hole, princess.”
I scramble to obey, climbing onto the mattress. I arch my back, and stick out my ass for Charlie.
“Baby.” I whimper. “I don’t know how much longer I can go without touching my cock. I’m trying to be good but I’m so hard.” I feel tears in my eyes at the desperation that’s taken hold of me.
“Tsk, tsk, pretty boy. We’ve just gotten started. Keep your hands planted on the bed, your ass in the air, and don’t you fucking dare touch your cock.”
Oh my fuck, where did this version of Charlie come from? This is like something straight out of a wet dream.
I feel Charlie’s heat against my backside.
His delicate fingers trace the fabric of my panties reverently.
His palms grip my cheeks. Using one hand, he pulls the scrap of satin resting between my cheeks to the side, and holds me open to look at my hole.
It clenches, aching for attention. No one but me has ever touched there.
Charlie moans, continuing to hold me open. “Such a pretty little hole, Kip. Do you play with yourself here? Ride your own fingers? Or maybe you have a dildo you love to bounce on? Do you think about me pounding into your tight ass while you play with yourself?”
“Mhmmm.” I moan in response, words no longer forming in my brain.
“Because I have. That is, ridden my toy while imaging it was your cock I was bouncing on. Maybe someday we’ll do that too, but tonight, I’m going to wreck this sweet little hole.
You’ll never be able to play with it again without thinking of my tongue.
My fingers. My cock drilling into you. Pounding your prostate and making you scream for me. ”