Chapter 8 – Charlie
CHARLIE
“I…I don’t know.” There’s a raw vulnerability in his words that has me feeling helpless. Not sure what to do, I climb into the tub and just hold him.
If there’s anything I’ve learned from my dad, it’s that guilt isn’t a rational emotion. You can’t just turn it off. Even when you logically know you’re not actually guilty of anything.
To this day, I still receive the odd phone call here and there from Dad, apologising for that one time he fell down the stairs and I was holding onto him so fell with him.
Dad knows it wasn’t his fault, but it’s still something he struggles with, and it’s been decades. Just like Jace knows he isn’t responsible for Grant’s actions that night. Both he and Bonnie made the choices they did in foster care that led to their separation.
So, instead of telling him something he already knows, I continue running my hands through his hair, trying to offer him what support I can when I don’t have the words to magically make it all better.
“It’s okay not to know what you want or like,” I finally say, my mind trying to come up with a plan to help him figure this out.
“Pain doesn’t have to be a punishment…if done right, it can be pretty pleasurable.
” Or at least, that’s what the books I read like to frequently mention and there’s a lot of things in those books I’d love to try.
What’s the point of reading smut if you don’t use it as a step-by-step guide on how to get your girl wet? Or your man off?
With that in mind, and the lip of the bathtub digging uncomfortably into my arse, I help him to his feet. We both let out an awkward chuckle as a soft squelch echoes through the bathroom when the dildo slips free.
Pulling him under the shower's spray, he tilts his head back so I can massage soap into his hair. When I'm done, I guide him back so I can rinse it out and he lets out a soft groan when I continue massaging his scalp, the tension fading from his body.
I start lathering his body next, running the soap bar down his arms and across his chest before turning him around to wash his back. When I’m done, I wrap my arms around his waist and press a kiss to the back of his neck, relishing the shiver that runs through his body.
Jace lets out a sigh, relaxing further into my hold. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispers so quietly I’m certain he either hadn’t meant to say it out loud, or he was hoping the shower would drown it out and I wouldn’t hear.
Either way, I freeze for a moment as I process his words before spinning him around to face me and shove him back against the tiled walls, my hand wrapping around his throat.
“Now you listen to me Jason King-” his eyes widen at my use of his full name and my hand tightens until I feel his throat convulse under my palm.
“-You deserve the world, and I’d give it to you in a heartbeat if I could.
After everything, you deserve it. So does Bonnie.
Fuck, you know what? So do I. We deserve the world and we’re going to get it one way or another, no matter how long it takes. "
He doesn’t respond to my words with his own. Instead, he grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me roughly against his body. His lips crash down on mine, and he thrusts his hips forward, driving his hard on against my clothed cock.
“Out of the shower,” I growl out, panting as I reach behind him and turn the water off. He stands there, watching as I rip my drenched clothes off, letting them fall to the bottom of the tub then practically drag him out.
We nearly trip over the bath’s edge, blindly feeling around the room and knocking into each other as we grab our towels without breaking apart.
I’ve barely run the towel across my skin before Jace is pouncing on me, causing me to stumble until my back is against the closed bathroom door.
Groaning, I tangle my fingers through his hair and grab a handful, tugging to pull him back enough so I can switch our positions, pinning him against the wall.
Without breaking our kiss, I pat around until my hand hits the doorhandle and I pull it open. Impatient, Jace’s arm reaches out and roughly pushes the door the rest of the way open. He slides out from between me and the wall, dragging me with him and shoving me against the hallway wall.
We continue like that, going back and forth, as we make our way blindly through the house until I’m pinned against my bedroom door, our cocks rubbing against each other.
The smirk he wears is smug, like he’s won something, and suddenly the door at my back disappears. I don’t relinquish my grip on his hair, and it pulls him with me, causing us to fall back into the room.
When we manage to right ourselves, I place my hand around his throat again, just holding him in place. Pulling back, I love the pout that appears on his face when he tries and follows to follow. My smile grows when his eyes open and his pout turns into a glare, turnining my smile into a smirk.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“With my life,” he answers immediately, and fuck if my cock doesn’t throb painfully at the complete and utter lack of hesitation in his declaration.
Pulling him closer by his throat, my teeth nip at the bottom of his lip in a quick frantic kiss designed to distract him as I turn us around so that I can shove him hard.
He stumbles backward, falling onto the bed with a soft 'oomph'. I don’t give him the chance to process or recover as I climb up after him.
He crawls backward up the mattress, and I stalk after him until there’s nowhere left for him to go. Lowering my body, I grind my cock against his and we both let out twin groans.
His hands wrap around my back, digging his fingers into my skin and pulling me down until every inch of my front is pressed against his.
Our tongues battle for dominance, and I forget all about the plan that had started forming in my mind when I pushed him onto the bed.
“Hang on,” I finally mumble between kisses, leaning over him so I can reach the bedside table. A slurpy pop hits my ears a second before I feel Jace’s wet finger prodding my arse, almost causing me to lose my balance and fall off the bed.
He lets out a throaty chuckle and my head hangs, forehead pressing against the cool sheets as he roughly thrusts his finger into me, setting a brutal pace.
Remembering what I was doing, my hands fumble in the drawer until I feel the plastic bottle of lube and toss it over my shoulder.
I pull myself upright and take the bottle of lube from him, squeezing a generous amount into my palm. With a smirk, I run my hand slowly up and down his shaft, lathering his cock and teasing him before I relent, rising up onto my knees and lining him up with my arse.
My eyes roll back as I sink down only to have him dig his fingers into my hip, stopping my descent. "Wait," he pants out, his voice strained and full of need. "I need to prep-"
“Trust me, I’ve been fucking my fist and stretching out my arse to this very fantasy for years. I don’t need any more prep. I’m ready.”
His eyes flick between mine for a moment before he nods, slowly thrusting up whilst I bare down onto him, his cock fighting the tight ring of muscle in my arse.
The stretch stings but I wasn’t lying. I can take him. Sure enough, my body yields to his intrusion and his cock thrusts unencumbered to the hilt inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans out, biting down on his lip and his hold
“Yes, fuck.” Not waiting for him, I lift myself up and slam back down onto his cock, not easing myself into it. My eyes roll back, and I pull his lip from between his teeth only to replace them with my own.
He bands his arm around my back, pinning me to his chest and starts thrusting up into me hard and fast. My teeth clamp around the skin at the base of his throat, not quite biting down as I succumb to the pleasure burning through my body and clench around his shaft.
The last time we came together, we were teenagers fumbling through our first time.
It was gentle and sweet as we lovingly shared so many firsts.
Tonight though, there’s nothing gentle about what we’re doing.
This is six years of pent-up sexual tension exploding out in a frenzied passion that has me coming in record time.
I feel his cock start to swell inside me, a moan slipping from between his lips as he desperately pounds up into me.
I pull back when his moans turn into a frustrated whimper.
I don't think. I act on instinct, lunging forward and latching onto his throat with my teeth once again, this time biting down hard.
He lets out a grunt, muttering my name and I feel his hot release filling me up, a stunned expression on his face.
“I just-I…holy fuck, he stutters out, and I smirk down at him with pride.
Holy fuck, indeed.