4. Delicious Shivers
Chapter four
Delicious Shivers
Charlie
“Millie, what do you want to do?” I ask when we step through the door of her small cottage. Owen and Leon dropped us off after they assured us that the night security team would be watching the house tonight.
“I want to sleep this off. You don’t have to stay, Charlie. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not leaving you alone after that, not while Jack’s away.”
“Fine, but you’ll have to sleep on the sofa if that’s okay?”
“Perfect.” I know she’s scared. Who wouldn't be when your ex is trying to ruin your new life?
Millie heads upstairs and grabs me some pjs. Coming back down with some sheets and a blanket to make up the sofa, she protests when I take them off her and do it myself. After a long hug, we say goodnight; she heads off to bed, not saying another word. I listen for a while, making sure she’s okay. Then, when I think she’s asleep, I pop my head into her bedroom to check on her.
I’ve been on Millie's sofa fidgeting for about an hour, trying to get to sleep, I can't do it. It just won't happen. The events of tonight keep replaying in my mind. Millie was fine one moment, then a few minutes later, I was told by him , one of Millie's security team, that we were leaving the club because Millie wasn’t well. On the way home, she told me what she thinks happened. I’m not so sure it was the drink.
By the time I got outside, Leon, the bigger one of the two that were with her today, the one that looks like a big teddy bear, had her in the waiting car. The man I now know is Owen, slid in beside me, watching Millie, and me, his thigh pressed against mine. His appraising gaze making me hot all the way back to Millie’s cottage.
The thought of Owen, his eyes watching me all night. That’s the turmoil that’s been tormenting me since he whispered in my ear at the restaurant this afternoon that I would be screaming his name for the rest of my life. I liked it; I liked that he watched me in the bar and the club. How is it I only met him today? It feels like I know him already when we’ve hardly spoken.
I’m restless. Every time I close my eyes, I feel his warm breath on my neck, his lips just below my ear as he whispered those words to me, while I ate lunch and the delicious shivers that followed. It’s ridiculous.
When his fingers grazed my shoulder, shitting hell. It was like fire across my skin. I can still feel them now. Like a scorch mark left behind from a blaze burning the imprint of him on my skin.
How can he make my body come alive like that? I've never felt anything like it. I was so turned on and I didn't even know what he looked like, but that voice was deep, rumbling, and oh my life, I wanted him. Owen.
I should have been outraged. It should have creeped me out, but my mind and body had other ideas. I almost came on the spot and I had to squeeze my thighs together to try and get some relief from the undeniable tension building in me.
Just from a few seconds of contact? How is that possible?
I think back to this afternoon. When I left Millie after our lunch and got my first good look at him. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way back to my room in the hotel, The Manor, where Millie works and I’m supposed to be sleeping.
He was hot, not my normal type. He seemed a bit geeky, sexy geeky with his dark messy hair, but also so manly, and… well, my mind went to what those fingers could do to me, his hands on me, trailing lower… I need to breathe before I get carried away again.
He’s already lit a flame inside me. I mean, what the fuck? I’ve been fucked over on an ultimate scale by my ex. I don’t need or want to be that person again. Letting myself be vulnerable with someone else after what Andy so cruelly did to me. It’s a ridiculous thought, but what if I let my guard down and we become something, there is nothing stopping it all from happening again. The hurt, the pain. No. I’m not ready for anything like that. Even talking to the guy at the bar tonight, I knew nothing would happen between us.
When I saw him again tonight at the bar, all I could think of was how I touched myself to the feel of his fingers on my skin, my cheeks flushed at the memory of his name leaving my lips as I came apart just thinking about him. I tried to ignore him, forget about him. Focus on something else.
I tried, but I just can’t seem to do it.
Get your shit together, Charlie , I berate myself. You have stuff to do, and your business to set up. Get that man out of your head .
But I can't get him out of my head. Maybe I need a quick fix. Using my hand didn’t do the job, it only made the desire I feel for him stronger. Maybe if I can use my purple vibrator when it arrives with all my moving things, I’ll be able to get this lust I have for him gone, get him out of my system.
Turning over as my overtired body still fidgets, I grab my phone to check the time and see it's already after two in the morning. Just as I place my phone back down, a message comes through.
Unknown: I can’t stop thinking about you ~ O
Owen? If it is you, that makes two of us. Wait, how did he get my number? Sitting up, I wonder if I should text him back or make him wait. I’m sure there is some sort of rule about replying straight away, or is that for guys? Ugh... who cares?
Me: Who is this? And how did you get my number?
The dots appear, telling me he’s typing back.
Unknown: You know who this is and I have ways of finding things when I want them…
And I want you.
That’s direct, and I like it. My body lights up from that message, so imagine what he could do if we got together. It’s obviously been way too long since I had an orgasm from a real-life person. All I can think of is… well, another happy ending for me. You can’t have too many orgasms in a day, right? In a totally non-relationship way, just as friends with benefits. Or just benefits, as we are not friends. Acquaintances with benefits?
Unknown: I’m outside.
Me: And?
Unknown: I want to see you.
Me: How do I know you’re not a serial killer?
Unknown: I’m literally the security detail for your best friend.
Me: Still, you could be.
Unknown: I save lives, not take them… Mostly.
Mostly? Wow… that is hot. Okay, so I may have read too many dark romance books lately, because that turns me on way more than it should, and scares me a little at the same time. Or is that excitement?
Me: Mostly?!
I can’t have this hot, strange, beautifully geeky, rumpled, just got out of bed, sexy, possibly glasses-wearing, kind of man, thinking I like the idea of danger turning me on, not that he would know this unless he can read my mind.
Unknown: Let me in.
Me: Only if you promise not to add me to your mostly list.
Unknown: You have my word… I’m at the door.
Me: Okay.
It’s like my fingers wrote okay without my brain registering what they were doing. I place my phone down on the floor and stand up, taking a quick peek at the shorts and a vest top Millie lent me, as my stuff is at the hotel. She’s a lot shorter than I am, so it’s like a crop top, flashing my belly button and my ass is hanging out of them.
I flip on the small lamp beside the sofa and take a quick look in the mirror that hangs above the huge fireplace on the opposite wall. My make up is gone. I look okay. A little flushed and my hair is messy from all the tossing and turning, so I run my fingers through it, trying to tame it before taking a few deep breaths for courage before I walk barefoot towards the door.
Opening the door as quietly as I can, I peek out, and there he is, leaning against the frame of the small porch, waiting. I can’t help it. My eyes wander over him, taking in every delicious inch. His still messy, dark hair that falls slightly over his forehead is cut close at the sides. It would be cute if it wasn’t so sexy. His black shirt is undone a few buttons from the top, just showing a hint of tanned olive chest.
His muscular, lean physique makes him look like he’s built like a swimmer with broad shoulders and a slim waist, disappearing into his faded black ripped jeans.
One muscular leg is crossed over the other, his boots undone. His elbow is against the wall while he runs his hand through that messy hair.
My insides do a little dance, telling me it’s ready for whatever he is willing to give me. Anything . So, when he steps forward, I lean into him. “This is ridiculous,” I whisper, more to myself than him.
“I know, but it feels so fucking right.” His quiet tone reaches my ears. I press my hand to his chest. The feel of his hard, sculpted muscles under the softness of his shirt is warm and inviting.
“It does.” I breathe out the words as a small gasp escapes me as heat runs through my fingers, spreading up my arm, igniting everything in its wake. Looking up at him from below my lashes, I’m met with his intense gaze. There is a silent agreement between us, an understanding that this needs to happen.
The next thing I know, I’m being lifted off the floor. His hands are under my arse pulling me up as his mouth lands on mine, his soft lips nip at my lower lip, feverish, tasting me with longing and impatience as his mouth takes mine, demanding more.
While he moves us back into the cottage. I’m pressed against him, my bare legs wrapped around his waist. I feel him everywhere; the roughness of his jeans, his hard cock ready for me; gasping through the kisses he’s submitting me to. I love it. The thrill, the excitement. I want more. It’s not enough.
He closes the door quietly behind us, while holding me close and kissing me. What we're doing, the caress of his mouth on mine, isn’t kissing. That word doesn't do justice to what's happening right now, his moans, entice me to hold on tighter, he devours me, his tongue desperate to find mine, soft and searching, there is no description suitable for how his mouth is enticing electricity to rip through my body.
Fuck, he tastes good, so freaking good. It’s intoxicating. Like mint, coffee, and warmth. I need it; I need him.
His teeth nip at my lips, sending a delicious bolt of lightning to my most sensitive parts. I’m craving him, pulling him closer. My hands tug on his already messy hair, trying to bring his mouth to me. His hand clamps on my arse, holding me to him, his rough fingers digging in, making me grind against him. Fuck, I love it. I want to lose myself in him. I want to give him control of my body. “Fuck,” he curses when I reach between us and find the button of his jeans, popping it open, before reaching for his zip.
“Just for the record. I don't want serious, not now,” I pant. I have to say it out loud before whatever this is happens. Not in all my years with Andy did it feel like this. This is a whole new experience of sensations and I want it so badly.
“As long as I get to have you, that’s fine. We’ll work on it.” We’ll work on it? I don’t have time to contemplate what that could mean as he reaches under my too-small top, his thumb brushing the side of my breast, my back arching to meet his touch, my nipples hardening at the shivers he’s eliciting from my body. Oh my god, he’s good.
His head drops to my shoulder as he trails kisses down the side of my neck, tilting my head for him to get better access. My pulse quickens, his lips quirk up like he can feel it.
“This is fast, but…”
“I don't care,” I tell him, reluctantly shifting my body. I manoeuvre myself so I can get the zip down on his jeans. The heels of my feet digging into his side for leverage. My fingers slide inside his underwear and get the first feel of him. He’s huge; long, hard, and thick. My breath catches. As I wrap my hand around his length, hissing as I start to move my wrist, stroking his huge length. We move into the living room. Crashing onto the sofa, Owen falls towards me, his hands landing on either side of my head. His face is so close to mine. I can see the full range of colour in his eyes.
“Perfect,” he mumbles into my ear, lifting my top to expose my breasts. Owen bows his head and takes my pebbled, sensitive nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. My back arches and I almost explode. As his mouth teases my breasts, he presses himself into me, his cock against my aching pussy.
Hard and hot.
I shove his jeans and boxers down the best I can.
“I’m clean…” I say between breaths and being devoured by him. “I got tested after Andy—”
He cuts me off. “Don’t say his name when I’m about to fuck you. Only mine. Say it.”
Holy fuck. “Owen,” I say on an exhale, never in my life have so few words, made me weak and wanting.
“Charlie.” His heated breath is on my neck. “I’m clean too. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel all of you when I fuck you.” His words do things to me. I want them all over me, everywhere. His hand comes between us and he makes quick work of my short shorts, almost ripping them off. His hand slides up my thigh, my breath catches in my throat as he hovers his thick fingers over my entrance. Tempting me, I edge closer, needing the contact. His breath ragged on my skin.
“You’re ready for me.” The deep gravel he emits is all I need to hear.
I’m ready, really ready. I don’t want to wait. Lifting my hips to meet his hand. His fingers slide over my clit, my breath catches as more sparks fly over my body. I feel like I'm on fire, hot, blazing flames engulf me the more he touches my skin.
“Please, I need more.” I can’t help myself; this is intense. Biting my lip to keep myself quiet, I'll do all I can not to scream. I writhe under him. His lips take my nipple and I start to climb higher.
“Owen, please.” I know I’m begging, but I really couldn’t give a flying fuck right now. I need him. I need to feel him.
“Anything you want, Angel.” My back arches as he circles my clit. My legs start to spasm, my heart pound, and I lose all thoughts as tingling sensations overtake my body when he presses his fingers harder against my aching clit. I come hard and fast. I don't have time to come down from my high when I feel him place himself at my entrance, gasping, I’m so wet, as he slides his length against me. I’m ready for him. All the air leaves me and the air around me ceases to exist. I’m breathless as he thrusts into me. A slight sting ebbs away as fast as it came.
He stills, his gaze connecting with mine, giving me time to adjust to his size. “Fuck, you're so tight, you good?” I can't form words, so I nod, holding him tighter. He’s in so deep I feel full, connected in a way I never expected. A hungry ache inside. He doesn’t pull out. He presses deeper, whimpering, moving my hips to accept as much of him as I can. Pulling out slowly, he eases back in. It’s torture. He pulls out again, this time slamming into me. Crying out, he brings his lips to mine, swallowing down the moans, keeping me quiet.
He keeps going, pistoning into me with such force my body trembles. His lips trace down my neck, where he sucks, licks and nips at my tender skin. A deep groan comes from his throat. It lights me up like a star at night, whimpering as his thrusts come fast, pinning me to the sofa. Kissing me roughly to silence me, but I'm not sure that’s enough to stop me. I hold on like my life is in his hands. My hands in his hair, around his back, his bare tight arse. I want it all.
“Charlie, fuck…” he states, panting like he’s claiming my name for himself, resting his forehead on mine. His thrusts become frantic, edging us both closer to bliss. He takes me harder, reaching the spot inside me that’s already sensitive, his length growing harder, filling me. I take what he’s giving; every thrust, every grasp, every kiss, all of it. He consumes me. I feel him everywhere. It’s… magnificent. His teeth nip at my lip while his hand wanders and presses my already over-stimulated clit. I’m building again. This man. Who the fuck is he?
“I need you to come again, Charlie. Let me see you. Don’t close your eyes. Watch me fuck you.” I open my eyes, doing what he asks without question.
He fucks into me over and over again, one hand holding him up, while the other grips the back of my neck. I lose it and my whole body tightens with the anticipation of what's to come, clenching around him, convulsing when his thrusts hit the bundle of nerves that send me over the highest edge I've ever flown from. Coming like I've never had an orgasm before. Feeling his length swell inside me as the waves of my own pleasure overtake me again. He comes with me. In me. I feel him; his hot release.
“Angel,” he groans, still moving inside me, overwhelming me with sensation, prolonging my pleasure. Holding me in place with his hips, his finger glides against my cheek, gracing my lips with my own name, his eyes fixing on mine. “Charlie,” repeating the words on a whisper, “Charlie.” Emotion thick in his voice, kissing me deeply, tenderly.
“I’m sorry,” he says into my neck as he thrusts one last time. My back arches, accepting him, my stomach tingling with after-waves of my high, placing my shaky hand on his chest, his heartbeat wild just like mine. I don't want to move. This feels too good, scary good. I couldn't if I tried. His weight on me feels divine. Our bodies pressed together so deliciously. Our ragged breathing the only sound in the silent room.
“What for?” I ask, running my hands down his back.
“I took you without asking if you were on anything… I’m sorry, I just…”
“I’m on the pill. We’re okay.” He lets out a sigh and stays right there in between my legs. I’m not sure I want him to move just yet.
“Hmm.” He shifts and moves away from me, standing, before putting himself back into his boxers and jeans. I watch every move as I lie there, naked as the day I was born. I don’t even remember my top being removed. I stand on shaky legs, the slight soreness between my thighs feels so good, even the wetness of his cum leaking from me makes me shiver. Stumbling slightly when I move, I have to pause for a moment to gain some composure. I hear a low laugh behind me. No doubt he’s proud that he’s made me feel like this, grinning like an idiot back at him. Shaking my head, I move to the small downstairs toilet, grabbing my shorts and top on the way. I've never been embarrassed about my body. I've worked hard for it.
When I come back out a few minutes later, he’s at the door, fully dressed. I’m taken aback for a moment, a flash of disappointment he’s ready to leave so soon. Then I remember that this is what I wanted; he’s respecting my wishes.
His eyes roam over me, full of heat as they land on mine... Shit, he’s already hard again, the visible outline just as prominent as it was before when we stepped into the living room. If I had to guess, if I gave him the go-ahead, he’d have me against the wall, for a repeat of what we just did in seconds flat. Taking a steading breath, I squeeze my thighs together and step forward.
“Well, Owen, it was nice to meet you.” I smile, placing my hand on the door behind him. When I pull it open, he slides his hand over mine and pulls me towards him.
“There is no way we’re done yet. Not after that.” He moves his hand down to my hip and holds me close. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Charlie.”