34. Charli
CHARLI
I gave Gage a key since he’s over here all the time anyway and sometimes he’s still at my place when I go to work. Plus, I didn’t want him to get locked out one day.
He should be here anytime now since he was going to shop for dinner after work. After hitting the gym, I hop in the shower. The bathroom door squeaks open as I'm finishing up.
“You almost done?”
“Yes, just rinsing off.” I rinse my hair as the water sluices down my body. “Hey, are you free tomorrow afternoon and evening?”
“Maybe, why?”
The sink water runs and a shock of hot blasts me in the shower. “Yow!”
“Sorry. Does your landlady ever update anything in here for you?”
“No. She probably should though.”
I pull back the curtain and he wraps me in a fluffy towel. “My dad, stepmom, and brothers are coming down.” I bring my arms around his neck and drop wet kisses along his jaw. He smells like the sun. “Do you want to come with me to see them?”
“Sure, okay.” He glances at the floor, avoiding my eyes.
“I can go alone.”
He looks me in the eye. “No. I’ll be there.” Taking my face in his hands he kisses me gently.
Wanting to lighten the mood, I ask, “Want to help me put my lotion on?”
He growls, “Of course.”
After he dries me off some more, I turn to do my skin-care routine in the mirror. He comes up behind me and I feel him press his length into my naked backside. He studies me in the foggy mirror as I apply my toner, serums, and face cream. I ask, “Can you put that vanilla lotion on my back?”
“Anything for you.” He leans and pumps some of the lotion on his palms, stroking it across my shoulders and down my back. He cups my cheeks and kneads them. “I love these little dimples above your ass.”
I groan and lean back into him. “I thought that you wanted to eat dinner first, baby.”
“I’m only making sandwiches. It’s too hot to cook.
” He gets more lotion and reaches around my front and skims his hands over my belly and up my chest, cupping my breasts.
“Maybe I changed my mind when I heard you taking a shower. I thought about your wet naked body covered in soap and I got sidetracked.”
I laugh and wiggle into him. “Do my arms too and my legs.” I turn and face him.
He cages me into the vanity, my behind bumping the cold sink as he devours me with hungry kisses.
He tastes salty. I tilt my head back and he bends to pull my nipple into his mouth.
I reach up to play with my other breast and he trails his mouth across to nibble on that side as I cup him through his shorts.
“Let’s fuck first then eat,” he says hungrily. “I have an idea.”
We race to the bedroom and I jump up on the bed.
He’s already got his shirt off and is dropping his pants.
His cock is hard and ready. I lay back against the blankets and he crooks a finger at me.
“Get closer and grab some pillows.” I push two toward him and he stacks them by the edge of the mattress.
“Come here and put your ass right up on these pillows.” He bends, reaching into my nightstand for a condom and grabs my vibrator too, laying it on the bed next to me.
“What’s that for?” I gesture toward the pink electronic.
His brown eyes darken as he scans my face. “You’ll see.”
I scoot over and climb up. He grabs my legs and lifts them up against his torso, his cock resting right between my thighs. My right leg stays up against his chest and he shifts the other to wrap around him. His muscles contract, rounded shoulders bunching and the veins on his forearms popping out.
His hand lowers to my pussy and he teases my entrance with his fingertip. “Dripping already.”
“I guess I had a little solo fun in the shower.”
I try to shift my legs, but he keeps them in place, his arm tightening around my thigh, as his ab muscles contract showing off his rippling six-pack.
“What did you think about?”
“I thought about you . . . tying me up.”
He slides his finger all the way in. I clench around him.
“Oh! Yes!” My back arches involuntarily, pushing me closer to him.
His thumb grazes my clit as he fucks me with his fingers. His eyes trained on mine. “Tying you how?”
I moan as I ride his hand. “My wrists?”
“Fuck, Charli. I can’t wait for that, baby.” He pulls in and out of me. “You’re so fucking wet. I love it. Is that all for me?”
“Yes, I get wet thinking about you, wondering how you’ll make me” —I groan as ripples of pleasure build— “come.”
I begin to pant and rock my hips as he continues to play with me. “More, baby.” A second finger pushes inside, adding more pressure, and a high moan escapes my lips. He presses his thumb to my clit, pushing down. His fingers are in up to the knuckles, bumping against my lips.
“Is that enough?” he asks, his voice strained, blonde hair falling into his face.
I shake my head. “More.”
His third finger stretches me wide and I cry out. “Yes.” I rock my hips in rhythm with his hand, as threads of pleasure build up.
“Touch your tits.”
I hold his gaze as I slide my hands up my belly to grasp my full breasts. I lick my lips slowly. He pumps his fingers in and out, my arousal dripping down.
“Play with your nipples,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
I roll them in my fingertips, plucking at them. His jaw tics as I do what he asks. My eyelids flutter closed and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. My whole body is pulsing with need. Need for him.
“Good girl. Now, let’s fuck.”
He’s taken charge in the bedroom before, but this is a little more. His tone is firmer. And damn, that ‘good girl’ makes my clit throb. I’m the one making him feel this way. Only me. I want to give him what he wants.
I can’t move much as he keeps my leg up against him as he directs his hard length to my entrance. He rolls a condom on quickly before he enters me slowly, making me arch up.
He hisses out, “Sweets you feel so good. Your pussy is perfect.”
Moaning, I rub and fondle my nipples lost in my own world.
My vibrator buzzes to life in Gage’s free hand and I pop my eyes open, watching him as he drops it to my clit.
He pushes into me fully as the toy touches my already swollen bundle of nerves.
I grip the sheets at my sides and tilt my pelvis, seeking more. “So good, baby,” I whisper.
He grips my hip with the other hand and holds me there, while rocking in and out of me and pressing the vibrator to my clit.
I try to move, but he keeps me still, so I squeeze my nipples harder, whimpering in the state I’m in.
On the verge of exploding, I’m breathing so hard I can’t catch my breath.
“I love it when you play with your tits. Pinch your nipples for me again.”
The fullness of his cock and the intense vibrations on my clit push me over the edge. I tighten around him as the orgasm pulses through me while I cry out, “Oh my God.”
“That’s it. I love it when your pussy squeezes me. Fucking come for me like a good girl.”
He tosses the vibrator and lets my legs fall to his sides.
I plant my feet on the edge of the bed and he picks up his pace, driving in and out of my channel.
He leans over to brace his arms by my sides, his chain moves from side to side across his chest. I’m still propped up on the pillows and this angle is delivering more waves of pleasure through my body.
“My God, Charli.”
The tension builds inside of me once more, I have to shut my eyes at the intensity. “It's so much, Gage. Again.” Leaning my head back, I open my lids to watch his eyes blaze into mine, while sweat beads on his forehead.
“I’m there.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and beg, “Harder, baby, give it to me.” I tilt my hips and he bottoms out hitting me deeper.
His legs shake and he gasps as he finishes on a shudder. He drops his head to my chest and I run my fingers through his hair. My pussy pulses around his length while still inside of me. “I can never get enough of you, Charli,” he whispers as he kisses me softly.
God, I feel all the feels with him. I brush his hair back and stare into his dark brown eyes. I’m really falling hard for him. “I love what you do to me, baby. That was pretty hot.”
He gives me a sexy smile and pulls out of me. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
I watch him move about the room, his naked body looking like perfection, muscles flexing as he walks. “I want to try new things with you,” I say, my voice quiet.
Returning to my side, he looks me over appreciatively. “We can do more of that if you want.”
I roll to face him and respond, “I liked it when you told me what to do and held me down.”
“Yeah?” He caresses my cheek softly. “You were a very good girl for me.”
My cheeks flush.
“I knew you liked that one as soon as I said it, the way your pussy tightened on me.”
I hitch my leg up over his hip. “Is that praise?”
“Uh-huh.” He leans closer and kisses me deeply. “I like that we can talk about this. I’ve never been this open with another partner. It makes me feel closer to you.”
My heart thuds in my chest at the power this conversation holds. “I want us to be open about everything. Sex with you has been like a breakthrough for me. I feel safe with you and the things we do together make me want to explore more.”
“What else do you want to try?” he asks, his voice husky.
I tuck my hands up to my chest. “Maybe you can surprise me.”
His laugh is a low rumble as he gives my ass a swat, giving a delicious sensation straight to my core. “Did you mean it, about tying you up?”
I flop back over, my breasts rising as I arch on the bed. “Yeah. I want to know what it feels like.”
He shifts, lowering himself between my legs, burying his face in my pussy. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“I can’t help it if you turn me on so much,” I pant as his fingers begin to play with me while his tongue works its magic on my swollen clit. His other hand roams my torso to fondle my breasts, pinching my nipples in perfect timing with his strokes on my center.
I can’t move afterwards, in a daze on the bed as he strokes my back with his free hand. “Are you hungry yet?”
“I could eat in a little bit. I thought that was going to be a quickie, not multiple mind-blowing orgasms.”
“I'll take that as a compliment.” He scratches up and down my skin. “You’re not used to that, baby?”
My lids get heavy with his gentle touch. “No, not before you.”
He murmurs something else, but I must doze off for a bit.
A little while later, I put on my robe and he wears his shorts to make our quick dinner.
He lays out his ingredients —rye bread, pastrami, cheese, sauerkraut, thousand island dressing, and butter— on the counter and assembles the sandwiches to heat up in the cast iron pan.
I munch on pickle spears as I watch him.
“Tell me about your dad and stepmom.”
Shifting on my stool, I sigh. “So, I told you that my mom and dad got separated when I was ten and Ian was eight, right?”
He nods, flicking his eyes over to me, and continues to butter the bread and build the sandwiches in the pan.
I crunch again. “I guess he met Daphne when I was in my teens, and she was like twenty-four or five; she's only ten years older than me. So it was weird. I didn’t get them as a pair. She’s always put together and her image is important, the opposite of my mom.
She dotes on my dad and is very girly. Her new thing is social media now. ”
He lifts his eyebrows at me. “Anything else I should know?”
“They got married when I was nineteen and had Connor a year later, then Carter two years after that. They’re fun kids and Daphne pays attention to them. She's a good mom, I guess. It was a complicated situation because she tried to fill the role of stepmom for me, but I didn’t let her.”
He flips the sandwiches and my stomach rumbles.
“Those smell good.”
He turns to me. “And your dad?”
“He was just absent. He and my mom got married because she was pregnant, but they quickly fell out of love and then she bailed. I think he was relieved to be free of her. Ian and I wanted to stay in Seascape so we lived with Mimi and Pop.”
“I feel like you’re holding back.”
“We’ve worked hard to reconnect during the past year. He does scientific research for the university and still teaches some classes there. He’s probably a better dad to the boys because he’s not stressed by Daphne.”
He transfers the sandwiches to a board to cut, and plates them. “So what are you going to do tomorrow?”
I make a face. “Daphne probably has something planned for her posts, so we’ll just do whatever she wants. The kids are used to it and will play when they can. I’m sure I’ll be taking photos for her.”
We take the sandwiches to the living room and dig in. I take a bite and feel the sauce drip on my chin. “Oh my God, these are so good.”
He smiles at me and wipes my chin with a napkin. “Thanks. I can at least meet you for an early dinner if that works out. I have a sunset cruise since it’s Friday night.”
“Okay, I’ll let Daphne know. She’s going to want to take your picture and post because you're so cute.” He laughs and takes another bite. “I’m sure she’ll love your aesthetic.”
I set my plate aside and tuck my legs up on the couch, continuing, “So I told my dad that you were my boyfriend.” My statement sits there like a bomb.
He puts his sandwich down and turns to me. “Oh yeah?” He stretches his arm back across the couch, scooting closer to me. The corner of his mouth turns up.
“Is that okay?” I bite my lip, nervously, the tension knotted in my belly.
“Yes,” he says, reaching to cup my cheek. “I like it.”
Needing to be close to him, I grab his other hand. “I know I said I didn’t know how serious I wanted to be when we first got together.” My heart might explode right now, I’m so elated.
Leaning toward me, he brushes a soft kiss across my lips. He pulls back a hair, our breath intermingling. “What about now?”
“I like you a lot and I’m really happy with you,” I say, lost in his deep brown eyes.
“I’m happy too,” he says before dragging me onto his lap.
Circling my arms around his neck, I keep going. I can’t hold it in any more. “And we never had ‘the talk’ about what we were.”
He kisses me again, a little slower and a little deeper, before moving to nibble my neck.
“Should we talk about it now?” I ask.
“You’re nervous and babbling and I just want to kiss my girlfriend.”