34. I must be the biggest fucking moron on the planet.
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i must be the biggest fucking moron on the planet.
rafael
I’ve never given much thought to what heaven would look like, feel like, smell like. Now? Now, I know. It’s this. It’s Charlie’s body tensing as she comes on my lap. It’s the smoothness of her skin and her nipple on my tongue. It’s the smell of roses and chocolate chip cookies.
It’s Charlie .
She’s relaxed now, hand sliding from my neck to my chest, where I’m sure she can feel my heart racing. Her face is tipped up, and I can’t help but pepper her forehead with kisses. Seconds ago, she was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and now, she’s adorably sated and limp, sighing as we both settle back into our regular rhythms. There’s a small, relaxed smile on her face, and I’m thankful for the weight of her hand on my chest, because it aches heavily with the knowledge that this is temporary.
In a short time, Charlie has wormed her way into my every thought. And the weird thing is, it doesn’t feel like effort. I always thought that Adam and Owen must be exhausted, always wondering how their partners are doing, always thinking of the next thing they want to do for them or when they’ll get to see one another again. But it’s the opposite of work. She fills a gap in my life I didn’t even realize was there.
“Mmm. Dry humping. Big yes.” Her eyes are still closed as she burrows deeper into me, that ache in my chest lifting as a chuckle is set loose. “I didn’t take you for such an overachiever, you know? We’re really knocking things off the list.” She giggles, lifting her chin to leave a kiss on my neck that sends a shiver through my whole body. It’s the first time she’s initiated a touch like this. Yeah, she jumped over the console and straddled me, but this is intimate. Sweet.
I tighten my hold on her, hoping to prolong the moment just a little while longer. She takes a deep breath and kisses my neck again. It’s just a touch of her lips, but I’m not sure anything has ever felt so right. “You always smell so good,” she whispers against my skin. “And this sweater is so soft.” She fists my sweater like a blanket, and I chuckle in response. “I swear I feel that sound in my bones. Every time.” She sighs again, her breath dancing across my skin. “This is kind of the perfect sensory experience. I could just…” She breaks off, and I wait for her to finish her sentence, but she never does. She’s asleep.
I don’t dare move. This is like that one time my cat fell asleep next to my leg. I didn’t even want to breathe too hard because I was so scared she’d run off. So, I sit and enjoy every second I can get of Charlie letting her guard down and letting me in.
It lasts fifteen minutes. She wakes up and mumbles something incoherent, moving her hips from side to side. I hold my breath and pray for my dick to keep it together and not make himself known. “Raf?” Her voice comes out raspy as she starts to untangle our bodies.
I loosen my grip on her to give her space. “Hi, gata.”
“Hi.” She sits up, stretching her arms. When she moves her hips again, I try to still her with my hands. She has no idea how much she’s torturing me right now. “Ouch, my hips are going to feel this in the morning.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.” I run my index finger along her cheek, moving the hair that’s stuck there. She’s a little disheveled, and it’s so incredibly adorable that I can’t help but smile.
She moves back on my lap, and I lift her and help her back into the passenger’s seat. “I’m sorry I took a nap on you. Speaking of which, I think my legs are now asleep.” She stretches them out, wiggling around in her seat the same way she had just done on my lap, and I miss it. I miss the feeling. “I should, um, find the loo.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” The lot is well-lit, but I’d hate for her to get lost getting back here.
“I think I’m fine, but do you not need to go, too, and like… clean u— Oh . Oh. You didn’t. Oh my God.” Her cheeks turn a shade of red I don’t think I’ve seen before. It’s not the same as when I rile her up, and it’s definitely not the same pink as when she’s turned on. I’ve officially memorized that color. This is embarrassment. Her eyes dart to my lap, and it dawns on me that she’s realizing I didn’t come.
She reaches for the door, but I lean over her and stop her. She won’t look at me, but I talk anyway. “I could have, believe me. I had to work very, very hard not to make a mess in my pants.”
“You did?” Her voice is so small. I hate it. I hum a response, my words catching in my throat. “So, it’s not because I did something wrong or?—”
“No. God, no. You’re perfect. I told you, red, a fucking dream. Better.” I don’t know who put this uncertainty in her head that she’s anything but perfection. I wish I could undo it, make her see what I see.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I should go.” She sniffles, her eyes still on her lap.
“When you get to the end of the rows of cars, it’ll be to your left. It’s pretty clearly marked. We’re in section H, row 10.” I release the door, and she nods, whispering thanks. And then, she’s gone.
I pull at my hair, trying to calm down and remember that all I can do is reassure her, be a constant and steady source of safety for her.
By the time she returns, I’m so caught up in the movie that I don’t register her being back until she shuts the door. Twisting my neck to look at her, I smile, seeing her bright orange-red hair piled on top of her head, her hoodie now zipped up to her neck. “Hey. Found everything okay?”
She answers me with a nod, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh, I love this part.” She slips her shoes off and tucks her legs up on the seat, resting her chin on her knee. We watch the rest of the movie like that, and when Love I hit the call button, and she picks up after a few seconds. “Hi,” she says softly.
“Let me help you, red. Let me tell you what to do. Put the phone on speaker and get your toy.” I put mine on speaker, too, and set it on my chest. I can hear her rustling on the other end. “Turn your vibrator on.” The faint buzzing comes on almost immediately. “Don’t worry about saying anything to me, okay? I just want to hear you enjoying yourself. Can you let me hear you?”
“Okay. Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” A soft whimper leaves her lips, and my dick very quickly comes back to life. “Take all your clothes off, shortcake. I want you naked for me.” More rustling, then silence. “Good. Now, I want you to play with your nipples. Nice and slow. Give them a little tug and a pinch so they’re nice and hard. Then, run your thumb back and forth over them, just like I did earlier tonight. I could tell how much you liked that. Imagine it’s me flicking them, licking them. Fuck, you tasted so good, red.”
Her breaths turn into pants, with tiny little moans in between.
“Move one of your hands lower. I want you to flick your clit the same way as your nipple.” My own hand finds a rhythm, pumping up and down on my cock.
She moans a little louder this time. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Do you want me to touch myself, red?” As if I could help myself when I know what she’s doing, naked, in her bed.
“Yes. I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think of me. Imagine me. I want—” She pauses to moan again.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” I could come right fucking now.
“I want to hear you. When you come,” she gasps through a ragged breath, and I grip my cock a little harder.
“Grab your toy, red. Get it nice and wet. Feel the vibration on your clit. Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Oh, God, I’m so close already.” The sound of her moans has pre-cum dripping down my cock.
“Not yet, honey. I want it inside you when you come.” Her breaths slow and a long moan leaves her mouth. “That’s it, push it in. Imagine it’s me filling you up. Goddamn, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna feel that cunt gripping me.” I’m the one panting now, our breaths equally fast.
“Ah, yes! There.” Shit. I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer.
“Fuck, yes. I’m so fucking close. Say my name for me, red. Say I’m the one making you come. God, you’re so fucking pretty when you come.” Damn it, I’m going to lose my mind.
A strangled sound comes out of her, and I picture her writhing on the bed, eyes shut tightly. “It’s you, Rafael. You’re the one making me come.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t stop. I’m gonna come. Oh, Charlie.” Shocks of pleasure shoot through me as I grunt out my release.
“Raf, mmm.” She mumbles something else, but I can’t hear anything through the roaring in my ears. I come so hard I see actual stars dancing in front of me. “Oh… my… God. Best night of my life.” She moans again with a soft chuckle at the end.
I look down and see the mess I made. “Ruined my sweater,” I pant. “Worth it.”
“Oh no! I really like that one. I’m particularly fond of how it feels on my cheek when I’m napping.” I can hear the smile in her voice, can picture her sated and relaxed with her eyes closed.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more, shorty,” I promise.
“No, I want that one. It’s special.” She laughs harder, likely imagining just how special it is now that I have come all over it.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” She hums a non-committal response. “I’m serious, Charlie. You are. I know you’re probably joking or whatever, but this was one of the best nights of my life. Thank you.” We lay in silence, our breaths slowing.
“I don’t really do jokes, so…” The admission hangs there, somewhere between where she is down the street and here, like a balloon about to pop, filled with something neither of us is ready for. “I should, um, get cleaned up.”
“Yeah. Yeah, me too.” I would throw this sweater straight in the trash, but I might just live with the humiliation of taking this to the dry cleaners if it means something to her.
“Okay. Goodnight again, Raf.”
“Goodnight again, gata.”