Charlie
Late morning light pours through the windows, soft and golden, painting everything in warm tones.
I wake up slowly, disoriented, my brain still fuzzy with sleep.
For a long moment, I don’t know where I am.
The usual weight of exhaustion and dread that normally greets me is…
gone. My body feels heavy in the best way, warm and loose, like I’ve been floating for hours instead of fighting my own mind.
Then I feel him.
The solid, warm body underneath me. The steady rise and fall of a broad chest beneath my cheek.
The strong arm draped possessively across my back, fingers loosely curled over the curve of my ass.
The unmistakable press of naked skin against naked skin—his thigh between mine, my morning wood trapped, warm and heavy against his hip.
Hunter.
I’m draped over him like a living blanket, my face tucked into the center of his chest, one leg thrown over his, my arm curled around his side.
He’s still fast asleep, breathing deep and even, the low thump of his heartbeat steady under my ear.
His other hand rests on my lower back like it belongs there, like he pulled me closer even in his sleep.
I haven’t slept through the night like this in months. Maybe longer. No nightmares. No waking up gasping with the taste of incense and old carpet in my throat. No cold sweat or racing heart. Only peace. Deep, heavy, dreamless peace.
My eyes sting for a second. I blink it away and press my face harder into his chest, breathing him in. He smells like sleep and faint cologne and me. The combination makes something warm and terrifying bloom in my chest.
I should let him sleep. I should be a good person and just curl up closer, soak up this rare quiet in my head, and enjoy the fact that I actually rested.
Instead, I press a soft, lingering kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart.
Then I start sliding down his body.
Hunter doesn’t stir as I settle between his spread thighs. He looks peaceful like this, his face relaxed, lips slightly parted, morning light catching on the stubble along his jaw and the faint scars on his shoulder. My heart does something stupid and fluttery at the sight.
I lean down and press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the base of his cock. It twitches against my lips, plumping slightly with the barest of touches. I smile and drag my tongue up the length of him, savoring the velvety heat, the way he thickens against my tongue.
A soft, sleepy sound escapes him, not quite a moan, more like a low rumble in his chest. His hips shift the tiniest bit, as though his body is reaching for me even while his mind is still asleep. I take that as encouragement and wrap my lips around the head, sucking gently while my tongue swirls.
Another quiet moan slips out of him, deeper this time. His cock hardens fully in my mouth, growing heavier on my tongue. I hum around him, taking him deeper, and his breathing changes—becoming rougher, uneven. One of his hands twitches against the sheets.
I start a slow rhythm, sliding my mouth up and down, savoring every inch of him.
Little sounds keep falling from his lips; soft, unconscious moans and sighs that makes heat pool low in my stomach.
He’s so responsive even in his sleep, hips giving these tiny, helpless rolls as if he’s chasing the pleasure without fully realizing it.
Then his hand finds my hair.
Hunter’s fingers thread through my curls, as a deeper groan vibrates through his chest. His eyes flutter open, hazy and dark with sleep and lust.
“Charlie…” His voice is gravel-rough. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”
I pull off just enough to look up at him. “Waking you up properly.”
His grip tightens in my hair. For a second, I think he might pull me off, but instead, he lets out a low, filthy groan and lifts his hips, sliding his cock back between my lips.
“Then don’t stop,” he rasps, eyes locked on mine as he starts to thrust shallowly into my mouth. “God, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I moan around him, letting him use my mouth as his hips roll up in slow, controlled movements. Both of his hands are in my hair now, guiding but not forcing, thumbs stroking my temples like he’s trying to stay gentle even while he fucks my throat.
“Fuck, baby… look at you,” Hunter groans, voice deep and ragged with pleasure. “You’re so perfect like this. Taking me so deep, so eager for it. You feel incredible.”
He keeps praising me between heavy breaths, the words melting over me like warm honey.
“That’s it… just like that. You’re doing so good for me, Charlie. So fucking good. I love how your tongue feels, how tight and wet your throat is around me.”
I whimper at the praise, sucking harder, eyes watering as I push myself to take him even deeper. Hunter’s hips stutter, a low moan rumbling out of his chest.
“Shit— yes, baby. You’re so beautiful right now. Look at those pretty eyes looking up at me while you take every inch. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to make me feel this good.”
His fingers tighten gently in my hair, holding me close as his control starts to fray.
“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he pants, voice breaking. “You’re doing everything right, sweetheart. Just keep going—fuck, you’re perfect. So perfect for me.”
The constant stream of praise mixed with his wrecked tone has me throbbing against the sheets. I moan loudly around him, the vibration pulling another deep groan from his throat.
Hunter’s head falls back against the pillow, breathing ragged.
“I’m close—baby, I’m so close. You want it? Want me to fill that pretty mouth?”
I nod frantically, humming eagerly around his cock. He curses softly, hips jerking up as he starts to lose rhythm.
“That’s my good boy,” he breathes. “Come on, sweetheart. Take it all for me.”
With a deep, guttural moan, Hunter comes hard down my throat. I swallow every pulse, every drop, while he praises me through it. Soft, breathless words about how good I am, how perfect I feel, how much he loves this.
When he finally eases me off, I’m panting, lips swollen, eyes wet. Hunter immediately pulls me up his body and kisses me slow and deep, tasting himself on my tongue.
“Jesus, Charlie,” he whispers against my lips, still catching his breath. “You’re incredible. Come here.”
He wraps his arms around me tightly, one hand stroking soothingly up and down my back as I settle against his chest, still buzzing and aching with need.
I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.
Hunter’s arms wrap around me immediately, pulling me up and against his chest like he can’t stand even an inch of space between us. I collapse on top of him, boneless and buzzing, my face tucked into the warm curve of his neck while I try to remember how to breathe properly.
He holds me tight, one big hand stroking slowly up and down my back, the other cradling the back of my head. His heartbeat is still racing under my ear, matching the frantic rhythm of mine.
“Is that how I can expect to wake up in the morning next time?” he asks.
“Next time?” I joke weakly. “I thought this was a one-night stand.”
He lets out a low growl that rumbles beneath my cheek, deep and possessive. His arms tighten around me instantly.
“What did I tell you about stray dogs?” he says, voice still rough from sleep and pleasure. “You take one in, feed it, show it a little kindness… and you’re never getting rid of it.”
I laugh softly, the sound muffled against his skin. “So you’re saying I’m stuck with you now?”
Hunter rolls us smoothly so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me, forearms braced on either side of my head.
“Yeah,” he says, brushing his nose against mine. “You’re stuck with me. I don’t do one-night stands, Charlie.”
The words settle deep in my chest, warm and heavy. I stare up at him, heart thudding hard against my ribs. His eyes are so intense, so focused on me, like nothing else in the world exists right now.
I reach up and cup the side of his face, thumb brushing over his stubble.
“Good,” I whisper. “Because I don’t want this to be a one-night stand either.”
Hunter’s expression softens, something almost vulnerable flickering across his face for a second before he leans down and kisses me again.
This kiss is slower, deeper—less frantic hunger and more something tender and aching.
His body presses me into the mattress, and I wrap my arms around his back, holding him there.
We stay like that for a while, just kissing lazily, hands roaming slowly over skin, learning each other in the soft morning light. Every so often he pulls back to look at me, like he still can’t quite believe I’m here, real and naked and wanting him.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs against my lips. “You make me want things I shouldn’t.”
“Like what?” I ask, brushing my fingers along his jaw.
He doesn’t answer with words. He just kisses me again, slower this time, as if he’s trying to say it without speaking.
Eventually, we settle back into a tangle of limbs, my head on his chest, his hand stroking lazy circles on my lower back. I feel safe. Wanted. Seen in a way that scares me and thrills me at the same time.
Sofia, of course, chooses that exact peaceful moment to launch herself onto the bed like a furry missile. She marches straight up Hunter’s body, plants herself firmly on his chest between us, and lets out a loud, demanding meow right in our faces.
Hunter groans, eyes still closed. “Your demon cat is trying to kill the mood.”
But even as he grumbles, his hand comes up to scratch under her chin. Sofia immediately starts purring like a broken engine and headbutts his jaw, clearly pleased with herself for interrupting.
I laugh softly, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.
“Welcome to domestic life with me,” I murmur. “Breakfast is non-negotiable, and she’s the boss.”
Hunter huffs a laugh, still petting her. “Guess I’ll have to get used to sharing you.”
I tilt my head up to look at him, smiling.
“You okay with that?”
He looks up at me, eyes warm and steady, his hand absently petting Sofia.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I’m okay with that.”