Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
CHARLOTTE
I’ve replayed last night over and over in my head again and again. Trav kissing me, Trav telling me he loves me, Trav making me feel like I’ve finally got to where I’m supposed to be. I can’t even wipe the smile off my face as I walk down the stairs and make a cup of coffee.
“Morning, honey,” my mum says as she comes in from the back garden, carrying an empty washing basket underneath her arm.
“Morning, Mum,” I say, far more cheerfully than I have in months.
“Good night last night?” she questions, her eyebrow quirking up.
“It was great.”
“Uh huh, and this wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with a certain boy who lives one road over, would it?” she asks, and I can see she’s trying to fight the smile that threatens to break out on her face.
“How did you know that?” I question as I stir my coffee and take my first sip.
“I may have seen you both being dropped off in the early hours of the morning,” she says with a shrug, putting the basket down on the kitchen table.
“Oh no, did I wake you?”
“No, I was already awake. So, as much as you might not want to discuss this with your mother, have you and Travis finally figured it out?” she asks, and my mouth drops open a little in surprise, to which she chuckles.
“How did you—”
“Honey, it was plain as day to anyone with eyes that you both love each other,” she tells me, and I feel bloody stupid that it seems me and Trav were the last ones to see it.
“Oh.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, as she bends to pull some washing out of the machine. When she’s finished loading the basket, she picks it up and carries it to the back door, before turning around and saying, “Don’t forget to invite him round here for dinner sometime, we’ve missed seeing him too.” And then she disappears into the back garden, leaving me flabbergasted. Well, fuck.
Travis: Come over to mine at 8pm x
Charlotte: Yes, sir *winky face*
Travis: Fuck, call me sir later and see what happens…
Charlotte: Will be sure to keep that in mind x
I let out a girlie shriek at his text message. It’s like the pain and hurt of being with Ryder has evaporated overnight, replaced by the excitement of being with a guy who I know would never intentionally hurt me. It’s refreshing, and Travis is just the tonic I needed.
I spend the rest of the day just chilling at home, texting Suzie to fill her in on the very quick turnaround of mine and Travis’ relationship, to which she called and we had an in-depth discussion about how she always knew we would end up together. Seems we really were the last two to figure it out. First my mother, and then Suzie. Would have been nice for them to have given me a heads-up before now, but like Suzie said, we had to figure it out on our own to accept it.
I know that tongues will be wagging about the Ryder incident last week when we go back to school on Monday, but I refuse to let that bother me, hoping people will finally see Ryder for what he is.
The time ticks by slowly as I anticipate seeing Travis, those butterflies swarming madly once again. I dress in my favourite ‘boyfriend’ jeans, a black vest top, and my favourite pair of trainers. I mean, Travis didn’t say what to wear, but seeing as I’m going to his house, I’m guessing that we’ll be staying there. He’d have told me if we were going out anywhere.
I say a quick goodbye to my parents, and my mum gives me a beaming smile as I leave. I know they’re happy for me. They never liked Ryder, and he never bothered to try and talk to them much on the few occasions when he would come around. Most of the time, I went to his place or we hung out at the local hotspots, anyway, and even that in itself should have thrown up so many questions—ones I’d long since learned to ignore because I never truly wanted to answer them.
I walk along the main road to get to Travis’, because unlike him, I don’t have the height to scale the fence at the back of the garden—plus my parents are unaware that he used to sneak in that way, and for future reference, I’d like to keep it that way.
When I get to his front door, I take a deep breath and knock, excitement and anticipation unfurling inside of me as I wait. And when the door opens, I’m blown away by the sight of him dressed in joggers and a white tank top that shows off his muscular arms. Years of playing sports has given him the perfect body, one that has made me swoon on multiple occasions.
“Hey,” he says, but before I can answer, he’s swooping me up in his arms and carrying me inside, my carefree laughter echoing around the hallway.
“Put me down, you brute,” I tease, and he releases his hold slightly, allowing me to slide down his body until my feet are back on the ground and his lips are covering mine. Oof. This guy. Total dreamboat.
“Hope you’re hungry,” he says when he pulls away and leads me by my hand through to the kitchen.
“Are your parents here?” I ask.
“Nope, it’s just you and me, baby,” he responds playfully, leading me out to the back garden, where my mouth drops open in surprise.
“Oh my god, Travis…” Words die on my lips at the sight before me. There, all around the patio, are candles, battery operated ones, twinkling lights framing the gazebo that covers a blanket underneath, and to the side is a picnic basket, with pillows all along one side.
“You like it?” Travis asks as I feel him stand behind me, his arms wrapping around me and linking around my midriff. I’m aware he’s having to crouch down a little to do this, and the way he makes me feel so protected, so wanted, almost brings tears to my eyes.
“I love it,” I whisper, those tears collecting in the back of my throat from how happy I am. I mean, fuck, this is all so unexpected.
His lips leave a kiss on my cheek, and I take initiative as I turn my face towards his, my lips connecting with his soft ones, our tongues meeting slowly, both of us savouring every second. I turn around in his arms and he lifts me slightly off the ground, carrying me over to the blanket and gently placing me down, him on top of me.
And suddenly, the food is forgotten as I slide my hands down his back, desperate to feel more of him. My fingers grip the bottom of his top, pulling it up slightly, and then he pulls away and looks down at me, saying, “Charlie, there’s no rush.”
“I know, but…” Oh God, does he not want this? That bastard insecurity rears its head, and I fight to push it back down.
“Baby, believe me, I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” I say adamantly. “I’ve been thinking about this for years too.” And then it’s like all bets are off as our lips connect again, his tongue delving in and devouring me hungrily.
I tug at the bottom of his top again, and this time, he moves enough for me to slide it all the way up, until I’m pulling it off him and throwing it to the side. My hands travel to his trousers next, eager to see what I’ve been missing. I push the joggers down a little, letting my hands slide over his arse, and Jesus, his arse is soft, making me want to sink my fingers into his flesh.
He growls against my lips before he’s moving his mouth to my breast, pulling the vest top and bra down to put my nipple in his mouth. I cry out and arch my back, surprised at how good this feels. He does the same to my other nipple, my vest top and bra hooked underneath my breasts as he feasts like a man starved.
“Travis, please,” I say, needing more, so much more.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me,” he says, stealing my mouth in another kiss as I work the button and zipper on my jeans.
“No one is coming back, are they?” I question, because I don’t particularly want to greet his parents butt naked.
“No, we’ve got the place to ourselves for a few hours. Now, tell me what you want me to do.”
“I…” Oh my god, do I have to say the words?
“How about I go first?” he says, and I nod and bite my bottom lip as he starts with, “First, I want to eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop because it’s so fucking good. Then, when you’re right on the edge, I’ll slip my fingers inside you, until you’re trembling for my cock. And only then, when you feel like you can’t take anymore, I’m going to eat your pussy for a second time, making you scream before I turn you over and fuck you with my cock, all the while playing with your sensitive clit.”
Fucking hell, I think I just came already from his words alone.
“Sound good?” he asks, and all I can do is nod in response. He laughs deep in his belly and then scoops me up before saying, “Now, tell me what you want, Charlie.” He carries me back into the house, through the kitchen and up the stairs, and I know he’s heading for his bedroom, one I’ve been in many times before but as nothing more than friends. This is new territory for both of us, but he seems to be relishing in what we’re doing, and I need to do the same.
“I want your lips all over my body, kissing every inch of my skin, before you eat me as I’m spread wide before you on your bed… and then I want your cock in my mouth… I want to taste you, Travis,” I say, and then I lick along this jawline, his answering growl spurring me on as I reach his earlobe and nip it lightly with my teeth.
He kicks his bedroom door open with his foot, and then he’s moving us to the bed, putting me down just before it so I’m standing, his hands moving to my jeans to finish what I was trying to do when we were downstairs—get naked.
“You’re sure?” he asks, and I can see that he doesn’t want me to regret any part of this.
“Positive,” I reply, placing a light kiss on his lips before I place my hands over his and push my jeans down, urging him to rid me of my clothes. He complies, and once I’ve stripped myself of my top and unclasped my bra, throwing them both to the floor, I stand before him, exposed and not even a little bit insecure, because he’s looking at me like he’s never seen such beauty before, his eyes hungrily taking me in.
“Fuck, Charlie, you’re perfect,” he tells me, and I can’t help the blush I feel creeping over me from his compliment. I keep in mind that I need to believe him, because Travis would never lie to me. Ever. Plus, I could always tell when he lied when we were younger, his eye twitching slightly, which you would only notice if you truly knew him.
“Your turn,” I say as I feel empowered by the way he’s looking at me. And whilst I wait, I sit on the bed, moving back until my legs are spread before him, my pussy parted and on show, nothing left to imagination.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and then he’s tearing his joggers and boxers off, stripping at the speed of light, giving me a glimpse of his long, thick cock before he’s pouncing on me, his lips everywhere, just as he said they would be. No part of my skin is left un-kissed, no part untouched, his hands smoothing over me, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Oh my god, Travis,” I shout as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending my whole body into overdrive, as well as my mind. Everything disappears except for him—us. He licks and swirls his tongue through my folds, dipping his tongue inside me as his finger rubs my clit in circles. His other hand grips my arse, his fingers digging in as he pushes me into his face. And then he switches his fingers and tongue around, pushing two inside me as his mouth sucks my clit, his teeth grazing me gently as I grind on his face.
“Shit, Travis, I’m gonna…” I don’t even finish my sentence as I orgasm all over him, his fingers sliding in and out with my wetness. He draws every last bit of pleasure from me, and even as I’m exhausted from the best high of my life, I push him until he’s the one lying down on the bed, and I quickly wrap my hand around the base of his cock and my lips around the top. His groans make me work harder, faster, desperate as his pre-cum hits my tastebuds.
“Wait,” he says, and I pull my lips from his dick, wondering why he’s stopping me. He moves to a sitting position and manoeuvres me until my knees are either side of his head, before he declares, “That’s better. Now ride my face while you suck my cock.” My sensitive clit is back in his mouth and my body jolts, but he holds my hips in place with his hands, and I return my attention back to his dick. I work him up and down, sucking the very tip every now and again, before building up the momentum. I want him to remember this as the best fucking blow job of his life. I want to be the fucking best for him—for myself, too. I want to be this person, the one who is free and doesn’t question every little thing. I want to enjoy living in the moment, with a guy that brings me nothing but pleasure, joy and happiness.
I feel his body tensing, his muscular legs tightening as he gets closer to release, and just the thought has me tipping over the edge again and crying out loud around his cock as he sucks my pussy to wring every last drop of pleasure out. Then he’s pulling me off him and flipping me on my back, my head dizzy with the speed at which he moves me. He reaches over to his bedside table and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and sheathing himself, before he’s lying back down on top of me, his cock nudging at my entrance as he says, “Open up for me, baby, I need to cum inside you.”
My legs part wider, his cock edging in, my pussy accepting him hungrily. When he’s fully inside me, he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine before he begins to move in and out slowly.
“Fuck, Charlie, this is…” His words fade off as pleasure takes over. I’ve never really enjoyed sex, but he’s changing my mind, because it’s different when you want and love someone the way I want and love him. It’s not just for one of our benefit. It’s not just about him getting off and leaving me to go finish myself in the bathroom. This is what a healthy relationship looks like, both of us wanting to please one another. Both of us enjoying every part of it.
And when my walls clench around him, the way he’s hitting me so deep, giving me my third orgasm of the evening, he roars his release, making mine more pleasurable. And after, he holds me in his arms as I close my eyes, content and at peace because I finally feel like I’m home.