Charisma #2
“Aye, y’all ain’t gotta go home but y’all got to get the hell up outta here! I’m bout to celebrate my win and I’d hate to shoot one of y’all for eavesdropping. T, help me shut this shit down.”
I smelled bacon.
And the smell jolted me awake enough to realize I was alone.
The primary suite in this house was something I’d never seen even on TV.
It had not only his and hers closets but his and hers bathrooms as well.
Not just toilets, entire bathrooms that were separate from one another.
There was a small wet bar attached to a sitting room and a small office area next to it.
There were doors that opened up to the outside where a plunge pool was hidden behind a brick wall.
We’d joked about taking advantage of the pool last night but we’d been too wrapped up in one another to even think about that pool.
Just thinking of him had my walls clenching already missing Nate and his dick.
Magic stick indeed.
Seeing Nate ride that bull and then him and Pistol moving as one during relays had me on my cowgirl shit last night. My thighs and pussy were sore but damn it was all worth it. I thought Nate would’ve woken me up for round three, or maybe it was four, but he was up and apparently cooking.
I had to have done something wrong.
I eased out of the massive, ridiculously comfortable bed and went looking for something to put on.
I wasn’t about to get fully dressed since I was more than ready to feel him again.
His tank top from last night, which he’d barely worn but smelled like him was on the floor and I picked it up and pulled it over my head.
The pecan brown of my side boobs were showing and the bottom cupped my ass.
I’d have my ankles by my ears within a few minutes wearing this.
I followed the smell that I was sure was coming from the kitchen.
It wasn’t just the smell that woke me up. The melody that was playing and being sung loudly from the other side of the house. I knew the music had to be unnaturally loud because this place was huge and I shouldn’t have been able to hear anything with as far away as I was.
It was a beautiful home but I could understand why Nate felt overwhelmed here at times.
I had grown up in a decent middle-class lifestyle but this house and the family house was all about wealth.
His family home was always filled with people: those that worked for the family, his parents or his siblings.
The Chisholm-Loves had an open door policy so announcing yourself wasn’t heard of.
But here it was quieter. Not soulless but without the same warmth that his childhood home had.
I told him it was because he hadn’t made memories in it yet and last night was a damn good start between the trail ride and our fun.
I took the long walk down the gallery hallway past the great room, the dining room and a bunch of other rooms he wasn’t sure what to do with. He thought I was going to make decisions but it wasn’t my place. Not yet. I needed to ensure everything was set before I started changing this man’s house.
I pushed open the door to the kitchen annoyed again at the people who built this place.
It was obviously designed to keep the help out of sight of the family.
Which meant that anything practical was far away from the living spaces.
I leaned against the doorway and watched Nate sway his lean hips from side to side with one hand in the air gripping a spatula as he as he belted out the hook of Sweet Honey Buckin’.
Never thought I’d meet a man who was straight and a member of the Hive.
“Bucky!”
He turned unbothered and continued to sing as he put the spatula back in the skillet before cutting off the flame to the stove.
“Mornin’, Fairy.”
He had the nerve to dance toward me like he would’ve been a part of the Beyoncé Bowl. Nate’s hand went around my waist, his lips pressed against mine and he pulled my pelvis flush to his. He gyrated his hips and sang to me.
“Buckin’, like a mechanical bull.” I couldn’t help but grin at his antics. He spun me around and ground into me so I could feel his morning wood.
“Are we eating?”
“I’m for damn sure about to.”
I turned to look at him but his eyes were lowered like he was already envisioning eating me from the back. “Nate!”
“I told you about being bashful around me, Fairy. You were the inspiration for this song this morning so stop asking like you wasn’t doing some buckin’ yourself last night.” One pump of his hips then another on beat and I was on the verge of saying fuck this food my damn self.
“Nathaniel, it is the first thing in the morning.”
“Mmmhmm, and I got a lot on my mind. None of which is them damn eggs in that pan.”
“You stood over a hot stove to make me food and I plan to eat it. Come on, I’m hungry, Nate. You act like we didn’t work up an appetite last night. How you gone be enjoying your meal with my stomach growing? I probably won’t be able to cum since my stomach is touching my back.”
He frowned and I knew I’d made my point. He was pissed that my logic had resonated and he stood up fully before reluctantly kissing me on the forehead.
“Fine. Make sure you eat enough, though. I cleared the day so we could spend time together since you wanted to stay over in this big ass house.”
“Nate, the house you grew up in is as big as this.”
“Yeah but I’m here by myself. This is too much.”
“I get that.”
He lifted me on the large marble island and stood between my legs. “How would feel about moving in here with me?”
“Nate—”
“Nope. I asked you a question. I didn’t want your ass over here overthinking.
I’m talking about how this feels between us without you thinking about expectations or what people might think.
I love you, Charisma. It’s natural for me to want you here with me all the time.
I’m fucking addicted to you. It’s been on my mind for a minute but waking up to you today had me feeling like my world was right. ”
“I love you too, Bucky.”
He grinned put popped my hip as he did it. “That’s not what I asked you.”
“I want to say yes—”
“But?”
“Stop being impatient, Nathaniel. I don’t mind you making more space for me here. I already feel bad since I’ve made design decisions.”
“Just means you were meant to be here making them.”
“Nate, you had me pick out your backsplash!” I pointed to the beautiful green vertical subway tile that he’d asked my opinion on.
Since I was an artist, he reasoned that I was going to see what he couldn’t.
When he had plain white subway tiles I told him it was too staid for his personality.
He talked about resale value but I told him that he needed to love the house if he was ever going to live in it.
He went with the deep emerald porcelain tile that looked perfect once the cabinets were sanded back to their natural finish.
“And that shit looks good as fuck too. You get me and what I’m unsure of you decide based on what you know I’ll like even if I can’t verbalize it. You’re picking out the rest of the shit in the house so you might as well come to terms with that.”
“Bucky!” My voice held a slight whine to it because it felt so adulty to be picking out shit for this man’s house.
“I already know what you’re thinking but this is going to be our place. That room next to the office has an entire wall of windows that is going to be your art studio. Since you want to ruin surprises and shit.”
My eyes teared up thinking that he’d gone through all this trouble and hadn’t said a word about it. “Are you serious?”
“Damn, Charmy, a nigga can be intentional. You thought I was just saying all this to what? Put you on ice? Not be selfish with you like I have been? Nah, you mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Yeah?” He got this cheesy grin on his face and it was so adorable. His hair was pulled up on his head in a man bun. Neither of us had thought to put on bonnets before bed but of course he still looked sexy.
“Yeah, all yours.” He leaned in closer to me and barely let me get my words out before he was kissing me.
My arms went around his neck and he was pulling me closer to the edge of the countertop.
The hem of the tank top was up and I felt the cold air of the room on my pussy for a microsecond before the warm silk of Nate’s dick was sliding into me.
We moaned together not releasing one another’s mouths as he slowly stroked me.
“You can keep some of your shit at the casita but we’re moving most of your stuff in here, you understand?”
There was no ability for me to respond because his dick was currently in my lungs. Instead, I nodded allowing my body to suck him in even deeper.
“Is this all it took to get my way? Stroking you into submission?”
I wanted to argue with him that I wasn’t a woman that could be so easily dickstracted but it would’ve been a lie. When he pulled out of me I caught my breath but immediately lost it again when he pulled me from the counter to bend me over it.
“Arch that back, Fairy. We got moves to make but none of it’s happening until I paint this pussy a few times. Now throw that ass back like a good girl and earn this nut.”