35. You really are the nicest human.
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you really are the nicest human.
rafael
I’m settling into bed, still thinking of Charlie when my phone starts vibrating on my nightstand. The continual buzzing makes me smile.
CHARLIE:
Can I ask you something?
Things, actually.
I’m going to ask anyway.
So just say yes.
ME:
It’s always a yes for you, strawberry shortcake.
CHARLIE:
Yeah, that’s what I need to ask about.
What’s with all the nicknames?
And where did shorty come from?
ME:
At first, I liked seeing you blush whenever I came up with a new one. I still like that, actually. I like it when you blush for me.
Shorty is just short for strawberry shortcake.
CHARLIE:
So even my nickname has a nickname?
I laugh, picturing her brows furrowing. I wonder if she’s cozied up in bed, too.
ME:
I guess so, yeah.
CHARLIE:
Okay.
Also, you called me Charlie tonight.
Several times.
That was ten times now.
And you did it during some intimate moments.
Why?
ME:
Because saying your name has always felt intimate for me. Nicknames have been a way to keep my distance, even though I never wanted to. I’ve been fascinated with you since the moment we met, red.
No sense in sugar coating it. She’s so much more than the girl I’ve been curious about for years now. More than my friend’s sister and the woman I love to rile up. So, so much more.
CHARLIE:
But you still use the nicknames.
What does that mean?
ME:
That they’re a part of us now. And that I’m probably a little bit obsessed with the color of your hair. I mean, red, carrot cake, pumpkin (pie and spice), Ginger Spice, strawberry shortcake…
CHARLIE:
What about Chuck?
ME:
I think we can retire that one. What do you think?
That nickname was strictly to piss her off. And the first way I put distance between us.
CHARLIE:
I don’t know. It’s sort of grown on me.
If you really don’t like it, you can stop.
But just know that I don’t mind it.
Just never call me Charlotte.
Or Lottie.
ME:
Deal. Any other questions?
CHARLIE:
No. I’m good for now.
I guess I can stop counting how many times you say my name now.
Thank you again for tonight. For being so thoughtful and understanding.
And for the orgasms, too, of course.
ME:
You can keep counting, but I bet that number will grow pretty quickly now.
Of course. Can’t forget the orgasms. Thank you for asking me to be the one to do this with you.
When she doesn’t respond, I put my phone back on my nightstand and settle in, hoping I’ll dream of this night so I can relive it all over again.
I wonder how long it’ll be before she realizes this practice relationship isn’t that at all. That what we’re doing here is real and meaningful and… No. I can’t let myself go there.
When I open my eyes on Saturday morning, I’m still thinking of Charlie saying my name when she came… seven hours ago. Am I ever going to be able to think of anything else? The jury’s still out.
With a groan, I pick up my phone to find a message from Owen.
OWEN:
SOS – Please come over. Maeve is officially over being pregnant, and I don’t know what to do anymore.
I’ll give you anything you want if you also bring Charlie.
Well, okay, then. Twist my rubber arm .
I text the requested guest first so I know what to tell Owen.
ME:
Morning, shorty. Are you available to visit your sister by any chance? Our presence has been requested by her husband.
CHARLIE:
Morning!
I was just about to text you!
Mae says Owen is driving her crazy and can’t do anything right.
Can I come with you?
I still haven’t worked up the nerve to drive.
ME:
Yeah, of course you’re coming with me, red. Pick you up in an hour? We’ll stop and get the donuts Maeve likes. Maybe grab her some flowers or something to cheer her up?
CHARLIE:
You really are the nicest human.
Wow.
See you in an hour.
In exactly an hour, I’m at her apartment door.
My girl is in black leggings and a cropped blue crewneck sweatshirt with the words Oxford University printed on the front. I lift up my index finger, motioning for her to turn. She rolls her eyes but does a full spin for me as a small smile plays on her face. Mine breaks into a full grin as I step inside.
“How do you get in here without being buzzed in?” She gets that cute crease between her eyebrows
“Aegis handles the security for this building, and I know all the people that work for me. Or, at the very least, they know me.” I wince, realizing I never asked for permission to do this. Shit. “I can stop. I’ll call up. I never asked you if you were okay with me coming up, and I’m sorry.”
“I’m fine with it.” She waves a hand in the air, dismissing the topic entirely. “Since when does your company do the security for this building?” She crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing at me. Shit. I’ve been caught.
“Um. Would you believe me if I said always?” I scratch the back of my neck, and her eyes narrow further, giving me my answer. “Fine. Since I found out you moved here.” I shove my hands into my jeans pockets to stop myself from fidgeting.
Her arms lower and her eyes widen. “Why? Why did you do that?”
I shrug as worry seeps in. She might think I’ve overstepped. I have no idea. Here goes. “Because the company that was doing it before was absolute shit. I looked into them, and I didn’t like what was going on, so I found a way to take over their contract and now here we are. No big deal. You ready to go?”
“No,” she answers. “I have a question.” My head shoots up, expecting to see anger, disappointment, or annoyance. Instead, I’m met with blue eyes that are ablaze. “Have you been tested for STDs lately, and if so were your results clear?”
I have no clue what’s going through her head, but I answer. “After my last partner. All clear.”
Charlie grabs at the lapels of my jacket and pulls me to her. “How dare you look this good at nine o’clock in the morning and be this thoughtful all the damn time.” She all but climbs my body, then crushes her lips to mine. I don’t miss a beat. My hands are on her, greedy for every inch of those delicious curves. Pulling her lips off mine, she stretches her neck, silently asking for my lips there. “Did you tell them a time? Are we going to be late if we?— ”
“No, I didn’t,” I answer quickly. “If we what?” Her skin is already that perfect pink; flushed and warm for me.
“If we have another lesson. There’s something I want to cross off the list.” Her hands roam over my back, nails scratching deliciously at the skin. Then, she lowers to her knees in front of me, and I whimper at the sight. I must be dreaming, so I don’t stop her as she works the button on my jeans. Dropping my jacket to the floor, I pull my shirt off, watching those curious blue eyes as they map out my skin. “Blimey, it is better than the apron.” Her hands continue working, and with her fingers wrapped around the waistband of my boxer briefs, she looks up at me. “May I?”
“Fuck, yes.” My voice is already strangled. Charlie is on her knees. For me. I’m so hard it hurts.
“Tell me what to do. I’ve never done this.” Her eyes lock with mine, and slowly, so painfully and deliciously slowly, she lowers my pants and underwear at the same time.
With her eyes steady on mine, she rubs her hands up my thighs and continues her exploration, fingers skimming the ridges of my abs. When her gaze finally lowers, her eyes widen, her lips pursing as she swallows hard.
“Wow. Um. This is… you’re so… big. Thick.” The tip of her finger skims around the head of my cock, then she runs it down to the base, and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep my groan inside. Charlie is touching me. Fuck. Think about something else. Baseball. Puppies. Anything less sexy than this right now.
Her fingers wrap around me, and she gives me a slow, steady pump as if getting acquainted with my cock. “Raf?” I force my eyes open, not having realized I’d closed them. “What do you want me to do?”
“Lick it,” I answer without hesitating. “Please.” Can’t forget my manners. Her tongue follows the same path as her finger, then she swirls it around the tip. “Again,” I beg. She licks and licks until I’m completely coated in her spit. “Now, wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock.”
She gasps but does exactly what’s asked of her. With one hand wrapped around the base, she sticks out her tongue and takes me in her mouth little by little, adjusting to the invasion.
When she moans around me, my hands instinctively go to her head, holding her in place. She takes more of me in, panting as she tries to breathe around me. “If it’s too much, you can stop,” I tell her, moving my hand back to my side. She shakes her head and reaches for my hand, placing it back in her hair, and I nearly lose my fucking mind. She takes me deeper, moaning again. I pull back, and she lets me go with a pop. “Catch your breath, red. And when you take me back in your mouth, take slow breaths through your nose.”
She catches her breath, spits on her hand, and starts to pump my cock in a slow rhythm. “Am I doing okay? You can tell me.”
“Better than okay. You’re perfect.” Hearing my praise, she squeezes her thighs together. “That was so fucking hot. Now, work me faster.” She picks up her pace and takes me back into her mouth, continuing to use her hand as well. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. And when you finish here, I’m gonna finally taste that pussy. Feel how wet you are for me. Would you like that?”
She nods, watery blue eyes connecting with mine.
“You look so gorgeous like this, with my cock in your mouth. Now, suck.” Her cheeks hollow, and I nearly come right then. “S-so good. Ah, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out?” Furrowing her brows, she shakes her head no, then she shocks the hell out of me when she takes my balls in her other hand. She doesn’t stop there. She slips a finger right behind them and presses down on a spot no one has ever touched before, and I come immediately. “Ohhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit, Charlie.” She continues to suck as I come, and on my last shudder, she moves her mouth off me, then she’s standing, eyes wide as saucers, cheeks puffed out. She runs to the kitchen sink and spits into it, then cups some water into her hand and brings it to her mouth to swish around.
I fight the urge to laugh at the scene playing out, but I know damn well that would do me no good. She washes and dries her hands then stands at the counter, facing away from me. Giving her a minute, I pull my pants back on, and walk the few steps to the kitchen. Placing my hands on her hips, I take it as a positive sign when she doesn’t move away. I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her shoulder. “Talk to me, gata. What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry. I thought I could, but then it was in there, and I… There was no way…” Her words are muffled as she brings her hands to her face, but she has to know there’s no apology necessary here. I turn her to face me, gently moving her hands to my chest.
I take her face in my hands and start to gently massage around her jaw. “I’m honestly not sure I would enjoy semen being shot into my mouth, so I don’t blame you. Not even a little bit. Is your jaw okay? Does it hurt?”
She lets out a low hum, not answering the question, and when I tip her face up to me, she lets me. “No, I’m okay. You’re not disappointed?”
“Disa—no! No. That was… oh my God, I don’t even have words for what that was. How did you know to slip your finger there? That’s never… I’ve never… that was incredible. I’m gonna be thinking about this for the rest of my life, shortcake.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, smiling around the movement.
She shrugs, inching her hands further up my chest, her fingers playing with the few hairs there since I didn’t put my shirt back on. “I read a few articles. I wanted to be good at this.”
“Oh, honey, you are. You’re excellent. The very best.” I pepper her cheeks with kisses, and she giggles. “Now, take off those leggings. Let me see that soaked pussy.”
Her answer is a gasp. “Oh. You still want to? But you don’t have to. It’s not on the list, I?—”
“Fuck the list, Charlie, and let me fuck you with my mouth. You want to know what a relationship is like? This is how it should be. With your man desperate to taste you.” I kiss her jaw, then her neck, sucking at that spot over her pulse that makes her squirm. “Please, pumpkin. I’m dying here.” I squeeze her tighter against me, knowing I’ll never want to let go now.
“So dramatic,” she pants, and we both laugh. Goddamn, I love laughing with her. Especially like this. It just feels so right. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me lightly on the lips. “Okay,” she whispers. “Yes. Fuck me with that filthy, glorious mouth.” I don’t need to be told twice. I shove her leggings and panties down to her knees and pick her up, setting her down on the countertop. She yelps at the shock of the cold.
“Shit. I should have thought about that.” I set her feet back on the floor and quickly grab my discarded jacket, laying it on the countertop behind her before picking her up again. Then I yank at her bottoms, tossing them on the floor behind me.
Charlie eyes me for a moment, waiting for instructions. “Lie back for me. Let me see you.” I lick my lips, anticipating my first taste of Charlie. Fuck, I hope it’s not my last. She leans back on her elbows, still watching me as she lets her legs fall open. My eyes immediately go to the apex of her thighs. “Goddamn, shortcake. You’re dripping. That’s all for me?” Please say yes. Please say yes.
“Yes.” Her voice is clear, but her chest is heaving with her quickened breaths. “Rafael?” I meet her eyes again. “Touch me.” No preamble. No please. So very Charlie.
I start at her ankles and massage my way up her legs, kissing the insides of her knees. Her legs start to shake, so I grab hold of them, pulling her closer to me, kissing down her thighs. I take her in up close, the one strip of red hair leading down to the only place I want to be right now. Dragging my finger from her entrance to her clit, I move it around her sensitive spot, but never over it. Again and again, I tease her. “Beautiful,” I say right before I move my finger over the tight nub, just once, making her groan. “Mine,” I say, so quietly I’m not even sure she hears me. I repeat the movement as she writhes and whimpers. Then, I lick, and lick, and lick. I put my tongue and my lips everywhere except where she wants me most, until she’s panting. Desperate. Wild . I take her clit into my mouth and suck gently, and she screams my name.
Fuck, yes.
I continue, alternating between flicks and a slower movement with the pad of my tongue, until I feel and hear what she likes best. “Mmmm, so good,” she mumbles, fingers tangling in my hair, right where they belong. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t ever want to stop. Nothing’s ever tasted so good, so mine.
Mine .
That word plays in my head over and over.
Mine, mine, mine.
I push a finger into her, making her moan a little louder. Not enough, it tells me. I add another, and she gasps, her inner walls tightening around my fingers. “That’s right, gata. Let me feel your tight pussy gripping my fingers. You take it so well. Like you’re gonna take my cock.” She tightens around me again, and I go back to lavishing her clit with my tongue, curling my fingers inside her.
“Fuuuuck. Raf!” She screams my name again and again, and I don’t let up until her legs finally relax. I pull my fingers out, licking them clean, because Charlie is a taste I’ll never have enough of. I know that now.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, then pull her limp body into mine and hug her close, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath on my neck. I want to kiss her, but given her reaction earlier, I’m not sure if that’s a deal breaker for her. But again. Charlie is full of surprises. She nips at my neck and kisses the same spot, then lifts her head to look at me, and our lips meet, her tongue swiping over mine as she moans into my mouth. Yeah, I’ve got the perfect woman.
Reluctantly, I pull back. “I know I said we wouldn’t be late, but…”
“We should go,” she finishes for me. “Yes. You’re right. Let me go clean up.” As she scurries away from me, clutching her leggings to her body, I already miss her.