Chapter 3 #3
She stood. She was all over him. Her hands leaving little, invisible pieces of her behind. She couldn’t see them, but he could feel them, her germs, her essences... everywhere. Charlie was infecting him. He knew he would scrub his skin raw after they were done.
His gaze was deadly. He was unhappy about this invasion, about her persistence, but his dick told her he liked it too.
“You don’t like this, do you?” she whispered, as she took his hands, lacing her fingers between his and holding them in front of her.
“You know I don’t,” he replied.
“Then why are you letting me do it?” she asked.
Fuck his hands, Charlie moved closer. He moved his face because she was fucking disrespectful with the skin to skin. Charlie turned his face back. “Because I fuck with you,” he answered.
He was so stiff, like she was Medusa and her gaze turned him to stone.
“If we shower together, will that make you more comfortable? If you’re the one who cleans me?” she asked.
“I’m fucked up, Bird,” he said. “This is fucked up.”
“And I still want to do this,” she said. “Fuck me in the shower, Demi.”
“I ain’t a regular nigga. I fuck a certain way. I can touch you, you can’t touch me. I don’t like slow sex. I fuck rough. I got rules.”
“I know how to take dick, Demi,” Charlie said, breathless at the thought of what she was about to get herself into.
She was nervous but she would never admit it.
Did she know how to take the type of dick he was giving out?
The way he made it sound made her question if she could.
Would it hurt? “I break rules,” Charlie whispered.
“I want to break so many of your rules, Demi.” She was all in his face, her lips decibels from his, so close he could have heard the thoughts in her head.
Charlie pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and Demi lost it. His hands around her neck and her back to the wall. Yeah, he was a rough-ass nigga.
“Stop, damn!” He jerked her and Charlie closed her eyes and her mouth opened. His hands shook. Did she scare him? Did this scare her? This was a different level of crazy.
Been up since six doing ritualssss
She didn’t know why she started singing. She could barely get it out between his hands. They were like cages trapping the breath in her neck.
Burning incense just to wish you well
It was working. His hold loosened.
Throw all my sins into wishing wellsss
Smelling your scent, I do misss you stilllll
His forehead to hers and a growl he couldn’t contain. Charlie’s heart raced as she watched his unspoken struggle and she kept singing.
What kind of spell do you have me under
He pulled back from her, heavy breathing as he pressed his hands into the wall around her.
“You got to slow it down for me, Bird,” he said, staring down like she had gut-punched him and he couldn’t take the pain.
“Okay,” she conceded. “I’ll go slow. Just let me clean you, babe.”
Charlie snatched intimacy from behind his guards. She was serious. She lowered and removed his boxers and then led the way into the shower. She removed a towel from her linen closet and held it up for him. “It’s clean,” she said.
He nodded and then she grabbed her soap. “It’s natural so it won’t make you feel like all the dirt is gone, but it is. I promise, okay?” He nodded and she lathered the towel. She washed him first then washed herself and when they were done, he pulled her to him.
He was comfortable in the shower. When their bodies were clean, he was at ease.
They stood chest to chest and Charlie turned her head sideways as he pressed her head into him.
Her locs absorbed the water and he massaged her head, then pulling all her locs into his hands before wringing the water from them.
She rested her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Loud and fast. His pulse raced. She wrapped her arms around his waist as the water beat over them.
“This is the crazy shit that makes women insane, Demi,” she whispered.
“This is different. This energy...” Charlie paused to breathe; a deep, centering breath that slowed down her overwhelm.
She didn’t even want to like this man. She had a feeling that he was too much, too soon, but she also knew that she didn’t want him to go away.
“Don’t start this if you aren’t going to finish.
Like, if you’re going to be on some bullshit.
If you’re going to play games with me, just don’t start, because this is different. ”
He rested his chin on the top of her head but didn’t respond.
“I got to go, Bird,” he said. Dick pressed against her belly.
He was hard for her, and it felt so good that just the heat of his need touching her made her breath go shallow.
His mouth was saying one thing, but his dick was arguing for something else.
A debate. He wanted to leave. Dick wanted to stay. She was siding with Dick.
Charlie craned her neck, staring up at him. She was intoxicating and his struggle to not kiss her was potent. She rubbed her nose to his.
“I got to goooo,” he groaned.
Charlie took a step back, out of the direct stream of water and it was like she freed his mind. She could see his relief. She was stuck. She didn’t know how to get past this physical roadblock between them.
“Okay,” she replied. “I hate that I make you uncomfortable.”
It was hard not to be offended, even though she knew it had nothing to do with her. He had warned her, but damn she was standing in front of him with pussy so wet he could bathe in it, but her touch was a turnoff.
Demi reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist and following her into her bedroom. He hated that his stomach tensed at the sight of Bails.
Charlie noticed his change of mood and followed his eyes to the bed. Bails was snuggled up right in the middle. She was speechless. She didn’t know what to say.
“It ain’t you,” Demi stated.
“Yeah, that much is clear,” she scoffed as she slid into her robe.
“What are the rules?” she asked, sitting on the bed. “I want to understand you.”
“Your hands can’t be everywhere, Bird. You’re just fucking all over me. I got to think about every place you touch, and the shit makes me feel like hurting you,” he admitted.
“Hurting me?” Charlie asked, her voice broke, trembling, and for the first time, he saw fear in her. The only reason he knew she was shaking was because he noticed details, almost every detail of every person he encountered, and the hem of her robe was vibrating.
“You need to leave, Demi,” she said, eyes prickling.
He nodded and leaned over onto his knees, his strong arms tensed, the traps around his neck pronounced as a vein appeared in the center of his forehead.
“Now,” Charlie said.
“No,” Demi answered.
“This is my house, get the fuck out!” she shouted, trying to appear strong, grandstanding, yelling like her voice did anything other than make his heart flutter. Even in anger, the shit sounded like a song.
“Demi, please, just leave,” she said, drawing in a deep breath as she opened her legs and leaned forward a bit while anchoring herself against the bed, gripping the sheets tightly and trying to find her peace.
In. Out.
She couldn’t breathe.
Why would he say that? Why would he want to hurt her?
It was the ultimate trigger and Charlie felt like she was suffocating. Like his hands were wrapped around her neck and squeezing.
“If I could leave, Bird, this would have never started,” he said, somberly.
“You can’t say shit like that to me. About hurting me. What does that mean? Do you hurt women? Do you hit women?” she asked.
He blew out a breath so heavy it was the hurricane that forced her back to meet her bed. Charlie placed hands over her face and stared at the ceiling, but it only made her feel trapped. She sat up, abruptly, and rushed through her house, down the stairs, and out her front door.
Air. The fresh air helped. She was down the porch steps in seconds and in her grass, on her back. Eyes up. The stars. The sky. She cried out like that view was oxygen and she had been deprived.
She appreciated the way her heart slowed until she felt his hands under her body, picking her up.
She clung to him as they went up the steps, past her junky-ass living room, back up the stairs, bypassing her dog-infested bed and straight back to the shower.
Their comfort zone. He turned the water on and Charlie didn’t speak as he put hands around her, trapping her between strong arms as he leaned into the wall.
“I ain’t gone hurt you, Bird, but you got to be careful with me. Shit ain’t gon’ be what you used to,” he said. “It ain’t gon’ be normal.”
“I don’t want normal and what I’m used to hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt,” she whispered, tears mixing with the water spraying over them. “I want different.”
“Then slow down for me. I’ma get there but let me wrap my mind around you first. Be patient with me, baby.” He wasn’t asking and she wasn’t denying him of the order. She nodded and he pinched her chin, gripping it between his fingertips.
He kissed her and the fucking growl he made while doing so made her river flood.
He was doing this for her. Going past the limit, giving her connection because it was the love language she understood, but his shoulders were like bricks.
Charlie moaned as he parted her thighs and then without warning, he was inside her.
They went from no touching to being one body.
“Is this okay?” she panted, mouth falling open as his tongue invaded her lips.
“No, Bird. This is fucked up,” he grunted, as his wide dick pushed into her.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
She didn’t think twice about a condom because no way was this weird-ass man dirty.
He was too particular to not be safe. She was sure this was killing him.
That he was counting her germs, probably keeping a note in his head of all the places he would need to sanitize on his body after they were done.