~Chapter 34~
I t’s only been a few days since we blew the Crimson Knights to kingdom come but, we haven’t had much downtime. A few nearby warehouses had gone up in flames so HQ had a lot of butt-kissing to do with the local government. Oops.
Firefighters had extinguished the flames by the next morning. Since then, clean-up crews have made quite a dent for their efforts.
Still, the Knights have been taken care of and, bonus, a major Cartel player was also there so, win-win.
But, tonight, we finally get some time off. And by we, I mean Charlie demanded that he and I make time for our date now, rather than later.
As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I see a huge smile, lightly blushed cheeks, and wide, bright eyes. I can’t tell you the last time I felt so good, so beautiful, so… loved.
I straightened my hair, allowing the, now, brunette locks to flare a little around the shoulder. I went with a deep green dress that ombres down to the bottom until it turns white. It has a smattering of tiny white spots all over the dress; like little tiny stars sparkling in the night. Although, my favorite part is the deep V-neckline that shows off a healthy amount of cleavage.
The green looks great against my pale skin and brunette hair but, I had to add a little brightener and thicker eyeliner just to make sure I didn’t wash my eyes out.
A knock on the door startles me from my perusal and I rush over to throw on a pair of nude ballet flats. My leg, and ankle, cannot handle heels any longer so flats and Chucks are about all I can get away with now.
I swing my bedroom door open, now having taken my room back over, and see Charlie standing there in a slate grey button-up, rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of dark blue jeans.
His black shoes compliment the whole ensemble but, what makes me smile the most, is the way his mouth is gaping open as he drinks me in. “Damn, Baby. Warn a man before you open the door next time. You’re a vision in green.” He murmurs the end, as if he didn’t mean to say the last part, then smiles and presents his elbow to me.
I chuckle and whisper “Thank you,” as I thread my arm through his and allow him to take me away.
I don’t miss the fact that he only, sort of, winced from my touch, but he kept his arm steady as we walked through the house and into the garage.
“Where are we going?” I inquire as I slip into his beautiful metallic blue Ram 3500. He closes the door for me and rounds the car quickly. He turns on the car and fiddles with his phone before placing it in the phone holder with a map pulled up.
Once his seatbelt is clicked in, he opens the garage, puts the car in reverse, and grins at me. “Somewhere not here,” he chuckles. I feel myself do the same and wiggle in the seat; the leather cooling some of the heat rising inside of me.
As we back out of the garage, he pushes a button on the steering wheel, and Take Me to Church by Hozier begins to play softly through the car.
“Tell me something about you, Beatrice.”
“Like what?” I answer confused.
“Anything. Something true, something real, something personal. We spent so much time skirting around personal topics. I want to know everything. All the good, all the bad, all the boring.”
My cheeks heat at his words and I have to force myself to breathe deeply to prevent myself from shutting down. That was my go-to mode for so long, that I have to consciously make the decisions every minute of every day to be open. To let myself feel.
Swallowing audibly, I try to comb my brain for something he doesn’t already know. And then, “My three birds tattoo is from Divergent . When Tris got it near her collarbone, I wanted it right away, because I wanted to be her. I wanted to be Divergent . I wanted to be strong, selfless, courageous, brave, smart, and honest. I wanted to be someone my mother could be proud of, a person would want to be friends with, a woman a man wanted to be with. Instead, I became a chameleon. I put on masks based on the group I was with. I molded myself to be what I knew they would accept, like, maybe even love. And, after a while, I couldn’t figure out who I was anymore.
Going after my abusers gave me some of myself back, which is why I closed myself off to everyone. It wasn’t just about the fear of being hurt. I was afraid I’d lose myself after years of being the perfect chameleon. And, I didn’t want to be that anymore.”
Charlie doesn’t speak but takes his hand, grabs mine, and returns it to the shifter. He then intertwines his fingers with mine; his hand resting on top of mine, as he shifts through the gears and drives us to our destination.
After a comfortable silence he blows a raspberry and proclaims, “That was a lot more truth than I expected but, Beatrice, I’m glad you don’t want to be anyone other than you. We see you, just as you are, and we love you because of that. I love you because of that. I get the fear of being hurt. Unfortunately, my hurt is just a little different.”
As we wind through the streets, he explains what happened with his ex, Cammy. How broken he was, how he didn’t feel good enough, how it pushed the need to stay in control and not be touched.
At the next light we come to, I unbuckle my seatbelt, lean over, kiss his cheek, and look at him with every ounce of love I can muster. “Thank you. I’m sorry I scared you, I’m sorry I hurt you. And, no, those feelings are no longer there. You guys have changed me in so many ways. Supported me, let me just be myself, laughed and loved with me, and I couldn’t possibly ask for more.”
His smile is so bright that I melt into the leather, and grin the rest of the way to the restaurant.
After the most amazing homemade chips, queso, and guacamole, we took an order of sopapilla cheesecakes to-go. Then, Charlie made his way to a nearby park that has been long forgotten.
“I can’t believe I’ve lived here for so long and never knew this place existed.”
Charlie swallows the mouthful of his dessert before responding, “Yeah, a buddy of mine bought it a few years back. Turned it into a nature preserve because of the animals and foliage in the area. Unfortunately, suburbia built up around it, so it quickly became overshadowed.
I nod, remembering the small, gated entrance we drove through before the lot opened up into a huge wooded area. Had I not been curious to see where we were going, I would have totally missed the turn in; which was tucked in between two sprawling neighborhoods.
We walked a few dozen yards into the wooded area and found a beautiful clearing with a quaint little pond. We sat a couple of feet away from the edge and dug into our desserts before I broke the silence.
“Thank you for bringing me here. It’s hard to believe sometimes that beauty still exists even though there’s so much darkness around us.”
I was speaking more of our past than present but, before I can add that comment, he responds, “ You’re the beauty to our darkness.”
His rough voice forces me to snap my gaze to his. There I find sincerity, want… need.
I don’t know if he moves first or if I do, but we’re suddenly mouth-to-mouth. He controls this kiss and I am powerless to do anything other than submit. Submit to him with my body, my heart, and my dang soul.
My core tingles with awareness and I feel my panties dampen immediately. He rolls on his back, lifting me like a ragdoll and positioning my aching clit right on top of his jean-clad cock.
It’s so big, that I can feel every ridge as I shamelessly grind on him; needing the friction more than I need my next breath.
“I need you, Beatrice. I need you now.”
I moan at his words but shake my head immediately. “No, not Beatrice.” I whimper.
Charlie growls beneath me. “Is that what you want, Omega? You need your Alpha to make you cum so hard you see stars?”
I whimper, riding his jean-clad cock as he pours out his filthy words. “Please,” I whine impatiently.
“Take my cock out, Omega. Take it out and see what’s yours.”
I briefly pause, taken aback by his words; or word. “ Mine?” I whisper.
He surges up, cradling my ass with his large hands, and whispers against my lips, “Yours, Omega. Just like you’re mine.”
He slams his mouth into mine and steals my tongue from my mouth.
I groan, thrusting my hips before clawing at his buttons, desperately trying to get his cock free without breaking our kiss.
Eventually, the dang button unclasps, and I zip his zipper down so fast I almost catch my own finger.
But, with a little finagling, I finally free his long, beautiful cock. It looks even better in person than it did through the computer screen. A perfect drop of pre-cum leaks from his tip and drops down his Prince Albert. His head is dang near purple while his shaft is the most delectable shade of fair pink. His lorum piercing sits about half an inch below his shaft, through his ball sack, and dear God it’s so hot that I lick my lips with anticipation.
“Not this time, baby. I need you now.” He reaches under my dress, rips my panties off of my body, before lifting me up and plunging his rod straight into my clenching, needy pussy.
“Holy forking cannoli-based crackerballs.” He’s too big. I think I’ve been split in two. This will be the worst ER experience ever if I have to go in for stitches because my boyfriend tried to kill me.
“Oh, shit, Goddamn woman. You’re squeezing me so tight.” His chuckle sounds more pained than pleasurable. But, I can relate.
Totally, completely relate.
A few deep breaths later, my body finally gets used to the large dick occupying it. And, then, the damn bursts.
I rock against him vigorously. Roughly grinding my clit against his pelvis with every thrust. It feels so good and my toes begin to tingle with my impending orgasm.
At least thirty seconds later, maybe more, and I’m still on the razor’s edge.
Charlie’s being so wonderful, he’s groaning and his breath hitches every time his piercing bumps against my g-spot.
It feels so dang good but… Gggrrrr.
Finally, I give up on chasing an orgasm I can already tell won’t happen. Switching it up, I lean forward, push him to lie down, and slam my lips against his.
He moans into my mouth; the new angle making my eyes roll as this piercing hits every dang spot inside of me.
Wanting to make sure he gets a good orgasm, I tuck my legs against his and start raising my ass until just his tip, and the forking piercing, are inside of me before bouncing up and down his length.
His eyes roll back and I grin as a look filled with pain and pleasure crosses his handsome, chiseled face.
I learned that leaning forward and bouncing, basically twerking, my rear on top of a guy uses my thighs more than my knees; something that saves my poor, crappy knees from considerable pain.
I can also bounce faster than when I'm using my knees so, bonus.
Within moments Charlie’s groans turn into grunts and his mouth disconnects from mine.
He squeezes my hips and begins to thrust upward every time I bounce downward. The movement causes my eyes to cross and I scream out as pain and pleasure mix like a tasty cocktail deep inside my core.
After a few more thrusts, he bottoms out and holds me there. With a roar, I feel his warm, sticky cum splashing deep into my womb; again, and again, and again.
His hands squeeze my hips a little harder, then he releases, letting his head fall back against the grass as a look of pure satisfaction and relaxation converges over his face.
I sigh contentedly and nuzzle into his neck, placing feather-light kisses there as I slowly rock against him; completely addicted to the way he feels inside of me.
Not even ten seconds later, I can feel him growing harder inside of me. I lift my head and look into his ice-blue eyes, giggling at the mischievous glint I see there.
With a cocked brow, he smiles and rasps, “Did you really think you were going to get away with not orgasming?” He finishes with a growl and flips me on all fours faster than I can comment.
Then, his dick slams right into me from behind and the ball from his looped lorum piercing hits my clit, causing me to scream, “Oh my Jesus!”
He doesn’t even give me a moment to adjust. He just starts slamming into me, his piercings hitting every damn spot inside, and outside, of me over, and over, and over, and….
Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as I scream out my release.
Eventually, my arms give out and I half-face plant into the grass beneath me, but I’m too enraptured by my orgasm rolling like waves crashing into shore.
At some point, he finishes, again, and pulls out of me. I hiss out a breath and he groans in response. He then rips off his shirt and cleans me off; almost making me beg for another round.
Unfortunately, I don’t have any time to ogle him properly as he maneuvers me into his arms, acting as big spoon to my little spoon.
And, we spend the next hour or so just talking, wrapped in each other’s arms, watching the sun set behind the trees.