Callan
“Oh, yes.”
I pause outside Charlotte’s door on my way to my bedroom.
After that fucking conversation in the car when I not only learned that Charlotte is horny, but that she sleeps in a nightie that almost made my mouth water at the thought of it, I made the responsible choice to stay as far away from her as possible.
I responded to a few messages from my agent.
I reviewed a contract agreement for a sponsorship deal.
I presumed emails and a fucking contract would be boring enough to make my dick give it a rest.
It was not.
And now, I’m standing outside of her door, my dick begging to go join her as she clearly gets herself off with some kind of toy.
I shouldn’t be listening to the sweet moans she makes, barely audible over the buzz of a vibrator.
Shouldn’t be imagining fucking her with a sparkly pink dildo.
Shit. I would give anything to be in there right now.
Instead, I listen. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.
I lean closer, all the while trying to convince myself that I should leave.
That I shouldn’t be doing this. But a rock forms in my stomach as I think about the fact that I’ve never seen her like this.
That there are men in the world—hell, other athletes in this fucking city—who have gotten to be with Charlotte, and I haven’t.
Jealousy threatens to overwhelm my judgment, but I fist my hands, pulling myself under control.
“Ugh.” Her frustration comes through the door like a beacon, calling me in. “This is why I like doing this with other people,” Charlotte mutters.
If I hadn’t had my ear practically pressed against her door, I wouldn’t have heard it, but now that I have? I can’t help the smile that splits my face. I can help. Just help. I can be other people. Especially since she cannot have other people.
Even though I know it’s an invasion of privacy, I quietly open the door, promising myself that I won’t take anything from her. That I will simply give her what she needs. I stop at the sight in front of me.
Charlotte is on the bed, the light from the window enough to make out the scene in front of me.
Her comforter covers her waist as she lifts her hips, the toy she’s using on herself out of view.
Her hair is fanned out across her pillow as her—fuck, the blue chemise I haven’t been able to stop envisioning since she mentioned it in the car—pools below her breasts.
“Callan?” she gasps, her eyes going wide as I shut the door behind me.
I swallow hard. I didn’t think this through. It’s so inappropriate to walk in on someone when you know they’re masturbating. But also, fuck. There is nowhere else I’d rather be. And her face… it looks far more interested than it does alarmed or scandalized.
“Need a hand?”
The faint buzzing continues, though Charlotte is completely still as her eyes search my face. I can see a million words try to make their way out of her mouth, but she simply says, “Yes.”
“Thank God.” I climb onto the bed next to her, noting that she sleeps on the opposite side of the bed from me.
It makes me unreasonably happy. Not that I’ve ever been in a relationship before that required us to designate sides of the bed—they’ve always been more fall into sex comas wherever you finish kind of couplings—but the fact that neither of us would have to change seems like a good fucking omen.
I spread out on my side, my head propped on my left hand as I reach out and gently stroke the skin on her exposed shoulder. “What do you need?”
Her eyes fall closed as she tilts her head back. “That. Touch me.”
I lightly touch her shoulder again, the heat from her body burning into my fingers. She’s slightly sweaty, and it’s taking a significant amount of self-control not to lick her skin. To taste the salt on her.
Suddenly, she turns off the toy, blinking her eyes open, and rolling her hips like she’s about to sit up. “I like to be on top.”
I slide my hand gently over the exposed skin of her belly, careful not to make her feel like I’m forcing her to stay there, but definitely suggesting she does. “I’m sure you do, Princess. But tonight is about you. You stay there. I’m going to make you feel good.”
She turns her head to face me. “You don’t have to—”
“Oh, I know I don’t have to. But I want to. Desperately.” I reach under the covers and wrap my fingers around the handle of the toy, my palm covering hers. “Let me.”
Her gaze bores into me, as if she doesn’t believe me. “Are you sure because… Are you sure?”
I pull the toy out and almost laugh when I see it’s a royal-purple dildo. Of course, Charlotte would have something as bold as she is. Though I’m a bit disappointed it doesn’t have sparkles.
“You don’t have to use that,” she murmurs, her cheeks bright pink.
I click the toy on in response, taking a few seconds to understand what each of the buttons does before running it down the inside of her leg closest to me. Her body shivers, and my dick goes from granite to diamond-level hardness at that one little move. Charlotte is so fucking responsive.
“Are you ready?” I ask as I tease up and down her thighs, never quite getting the vibrations to the spot I know she wants them.
She tilts her hips each time I reach the apex of her thighs, and without fail, she lets out a heavy breath through her nose when I slide the toy down again. She’s fucking mesmerizing.
“Are you ready, Princess?” I ask it slightly louder this time, barely able to overcome the lump in my throat.
I want to devour her. To peel off her silky nightdress and lavish her nipples with attention before slamming home.
I want to feel her gripping my cock as we both explode.
I want her sass and thoughts spilling out as I drive into her harder and deeper until she groans my name.
I want her to feel so good she never considers sleeping with someone else.
I force my attention back to her—that is not what we’re doing tonight.
“So ready. Please,” she begs, her eyes sliding open to meet mine. “I’ve been so ready since—” She cuts herself off.
I pause, waiting for her to finish. Since what? When it becomes clear she isn’t going to tell me, I slide the tip through her wet center, just skimming the surface, before bringing it to her clit. At the first contact, she lets out a muffled moan that has my dick jumping.
“Like this?” I ask.
She wiggles against the toy in response, and—fuck it. I drop my mouth to the outline of her peaked nipple, sucking it, fabric and all, into my mouth. Fucking perfection.
Letting go of the toy for a second, I shove her dress up, exposing two perfect mounds with their pretty pink nipples begging to be in my mouth. Slowly, I dip the dildo into Charlotte’s center. I tease her with my tongue, swirling and licking as she writhes beneath me.
I want to be between her legs, tasting every inch of her. But I invited myself here. Said I would help. This is about her. About making sure she feels good. This is not about me or my desire to know and own every inch of this woman.
Continuing to dip the dildo in and out of her, only an inch, I focus on her other breast, using my teeth to gently nip at her. She digs her hands into my hair, lightly pulling in a way that’s just the right amount of pain. Fuck. This woman could make me come without even touching my dick.
As her breathing starts to pick up, I give her more of what she wants, angling the dildo forward slightly as I move it into her.
In and out. In and out. When her hand grasps the sheets next to her, I use the other two buttons on the toy to make the dick start moving inside her as the little part up front starts vibrating against her clit.
She lets out a moan that moves all the way down my body until it hits my cock with a powerful wave of pleasure.
Fuuuuck. Am I about to come in my pants? Jeans were a terrible choice, the zipper digging into the entire length of my cock at this point. Though, at least it will leave me with some dignity if I do come all over myself like a teenager.
“Harder,” Charlotte demands, lifting her hips into a bridge to change the angle, the comforter finally falling off to expose her perfect pussy. A trimmed, narrow strip in a color slightly darker than her hair leads directly to the promised land.
She looks so goddamn beautiful.
I bite her nipple at the same time I make the silicone cock bottom out against her again and again. She wraps her hand over mine, holding it in place as her head dips back onto the pillow, her eyes squeezed tight in ecstasy.
“Yesss.” She digs her fingers into the back of my hand as her body spasms, and it’s the most erotic image I’ve ever seen.
I click all three buttons on the toy to turn it off, but leave it in place before gently kissing her collarbone. “Can you go for another round?” I murmur into the skin of her upper chest.
Tilting my head up, I place another kiss on the warm, smooth skin there. Her gaze meets mine, unfocused and pleased. “Always.”
“Done, Princess.” I switch the toy back on to vibrate, starting the slow movement again. She slowly shifts her hand toward me, the back of her fingers rubbing tentatively against the increasingly noticeable bulge in my jeans.
“Tonight’s about you, Princess.” I turn slightly, hissing as I roll onto the hard ridge of my dick to move it out of her reach. “Not me. I’m just grateful you didn’t yell at me to get out when I walked in on you.”
Her eyes slip back closed. “I thought you were in my fantasy when you first came in.”
Pride swells in my chest at the thought of Charlotte fantasizing about me. The small part of me that felt guilty about how many times her face and tits have slipped into my mind when I was jerking off lets out a sigh of relief. It’s always better when the sexual attraction is mutual.
I start teasing her again, slow, shallow thrusts that cause her breath to hitch, her hands moving to pluck at her own nipples. Knocking one out of the way, I replace it with my lips, loving on her flesh as I continue to work her pretty cunt with the toy.
Charlotte’s hips move again, and I fight to keep my pace steady.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” I press the buttons to turn everything on, keeping my eyes locked on Charlotte, unable to stop myself from cataloging every movement, every little sound she makes, so I’ll know exactly what makes her feel good.
As if I’m going to get the chance to do this again.
As if I’m going to be the one inside her, feeling the tight heat of her wrapped around me.
She bites her lower lip, the skin turning white around the place where her teeth sink in, and I push the top button one last time, increasing the speed of the toy.
Panting, Charlotte chases her bliss, her body rigid when she breaks. A moment later, she collapses, her eyes still closed as her breathing evens out.
I gently slide the dildo out of her and pad on bare feet out into the hall and then into the bathroom she’s been using.
Not sure how you clean a sex toy—and not wanting to reflect on what that means about me as a sexual partner—I run the water to heat it as I use an incognito browser to search how to clean a dildo.
Terrified by stories of people who had had issues after using scented hand soap, I search through the shower to find the bodywash Charlotte uses and decide that’s my safest option.
As I scrub the toy, I look up, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my hair disheveled, cheeks pink, and a smile on my face.
That was fun. Really fucking fun. And for all that I like to help people out, I’m not usually that unselfish in bed.
My hookups are simply that: hookups—sex with someone I barely know and likely won’t see again.
So I make sure they come, but I’m in it for my needs too. This? This was different somehow.
When the toy is finally as clean as I can get it, I walk back to Charlotte’s room.
Stopping for a moment to consider if I do, in fact, have to give it back to her.
Since I probably can’t steal her toy to—what?
Make her come to me next time? I take it back, setting it on the nightstand next to her bed.
As I stand there, taking in the sight of Charlotte’s sleeping face, the way her bowed lips curve slightly at the corners, I wonder why she didn’t come to me.
We’ve got this whole fake-dating thing going on.
She could’ve asked. I would’ve been happy to make her come a few times.
Not that she shouldn’t be able to do it herself. I just… want to.
I groan at the thought, causing Charlotte to blink her eyes open, her lids heavy as her gaze meets mine.
“Let me make you feel good,” Charlotte mumbles as she reaches toward me sleepily.
I grab one and place a light kiss on it. “Not tonight, Princess. You sleep.”
She slumps down, taking my command very seriously as her breathing evens out almost instantly.
I gently brush the hair off her forehead before placing a light kiss in its place, the only kiss I allowed myself tonight, other than her breasts.
Her skin is warm and soft, and it takes all of my willpower not to crawl into bed and wrap my body around her.
Instead, I walk out her door, promising my cock to personally deliver the relief it’s been seeking since I picked her up over an hour ago.