Chapter 38
Ben
They’re late.
I blame Max. Normally I would blame Andy since he’s the chronically late one, but he’s not the one who was supposed to bring her here.
Max probably seduced her or something and our sweet girl let him.
Thank god for her seemingly insatiable libido or I don’t think she’d be able to handle all of us.
I certainly wouldn’t be able to in her position.
Also, fuck Max. Out of the three of us he’s had the most time with her.
Ever since our time together at Charlie’s parents place, I haven’t stopped thinking about having her.
Claiming her. And I’ll be damned if I ever admit this to Andy but I’m also really excited to share her.
We all agreed that we’d wait until our getaway weekend to pop that cherry, but after we do, it’s game on.
Andy and I have even been talking about building a huge bed frame so we can all sleep together after group stuff.
I don’t know how we’re all going to take it when she leaves in the spring. I already know that I don’t want her to go. Charlie has changed all our lives in this twisted but wonderful way, and I can’t imagine going back to how it was before.
I’ve thought about asking her to just stay.
From what she’s told me, there’s nothing for her down in Van anyways.
All her friends were barely more than work colleagues.
She could hardly afford her rent even when she had a job.
And then that shithead Brad is also down there.
Up here she has us and we can take care of her.
But I don’t think I can ask. Charlie has said it repeatedly that this is only until the spring. She doesn’t want to live in Twin Rivers. I won’t lie … It’s not my favourite place either but I like the familiarity. I’d be so out of place in a big city.
I can’t believe I'm simping over a girl that I haven’t even slept with yet. I mean, Charlie gave me what was arguably the best blow job of my life, but we didn’t go any farther than that.
The tinkling of the bell above the door pulls me from my thoughts. Charlie enters, unzipping her jacket as she does so. She’s wearing tight, high waisted black leggings and a low-cut crop top over a purple sports bra.
I think I might be drooling. She’s so ridiculously hot.
Yep, I’m a simp. I don’t even fucking care. Whatever Charlie is serving, I’ll take it gladly.
“Hi,” she says, crossing the room and giving me a light peck on the lips.
I smile back. “Hi.”
“Hello, I’m here too,” Max says behind her.
My gaze doesn’t break from Charlies. “You’re late.”
“That’s actually my fault,” Charlie tells me. “I wanted to get changed quickly and it’s not exactly a quick drive to your guy’s place.”
“It’s your place too. And don’t worry about it. You look wonderful.” I skim my hand down Charlie’s side. She shivers slightly at my touch. Her skin is cold from being outside, but so wonderfully soft.
“So are we doing this or what?” Max asks and I finally break my focus away from Charlie.
“Yeah, let’s head over to the bag. We’re not doing too much. I just want to make sure that you know how to throw a punch properly, so you don’t hurt your hand so bad next time. Then maybe a couple techniques to get out of someone’s grasp if they get a hold of you.”
“Okay let’s do it!” Charlie’s enthusiasm is infectious and we spur into action.
The lesson goes smoothly. Just as I expected, Charlie had no idea how to make a fist. She had her thumb tucked in and her wrist bent at a weird angle. She’s doing much better now and even got Max pretty good on the chest when he decided that they should do a little sparring.
I almost didn’t need to teach her the defensive maneuvers. Charlie claims that she learned from some Sandra Bullock movie when she was a kid. While she didn’t remember exactly, she caught on pretty quick with muscle memory.
We’re just finishing up when Andy saunters in. Of course, he would miss the whole workout and show up right at the end.
“Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?” he calls out as he makes his way over to us. Of course, he ignores me and Max.
“Great! I beat the crap out of Max!” she calls back, causing Max to snort.
“You did NOT beat the crap out of me!” Max grumbles, crossing his arms. “She did get a good punch in though, I will admit,” Max adds with a rub to his chest.
“That’s my girl,” Andy murmurs, bending down to kiss her.
He wraps Charlie in his arms and holds her close to him.
“Alright so here’s the thing,” Andy looks between Max and I, then states “I haven’t seen Charlie all day.
Ben, you got her most of yesterday. Max, you get her all day at work.
I’m going to take Charlie out to dinner now and neither of you can come. Deal? Deal.”
Andy starts walking backwards, still holding Charlie against him, almost like a hostage.
But after the past hour of watching Charlie jumping around in her tight little outfit and trying to remain professional, there is no way that I am letting that happen.
I’ve been turned on since the moment she stepped through the door.
“Andy!” Charlie’s voice is muffled by his chest. “Can I at least shower first?”
Andy smiles down at her but doesn’t let her go. “Of course you can sweetheart. I’ll come with you and supervise.”
“I am a big girl. I can shower on my own,” she chides while pushing him away playfully.
Andy lets her go but stays close and I decide to seize my opportunity. I stride over to them purposefully, scoop Charlie up, and throw her over my shoulder.
“You can, but you’re not going to.”
My voice is gruff as I start walking us over to the change rooms. Charlie, giggling the whole time, protests while smacking me lightly on the ass.
“You two dickheads go get dinner ready and we’ll be home in a while,” I call over my shoulder, ignoring her and Andy’s protests as I lock the change room door behind us before setting Charlie down.
Her face is flushed from being upside down, but she smiles up at me. “Hi,” she breathes.
“Hi,” I say back. “Take off your clothes.”
“All business today, I see.” Charlie smirks but does as I ask.
She is so beautiful. Her skin glows even under the harsh lighting of the gym and she just looks so .
.. soft. No harsh lines, all curves. Charlie lets her hair down from the bun it was in and her hair falls in soft waves over her full, rounded breasts with the cutest little pink nipples.
It’s like Charlie walked straight out of a renaissance painting.
Looking back up at her face, her cheeks are flushed as she watches me stare at her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Charlie smiles shyly but says thank you. I step closer to her, pulling my shirt over my head as I do. She reaches up and runs her hands down my torso gently. “So are you.”
I know my body isn’t every woman’s cup of tea. I've been a big guy ever since puberty hit me like a bag of bricks. But with the way Charlie is looking at me right now, I know she means it. My heart beats erratically and I swallow before responding.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been called beautiful before,” I murmur as I pull her closer to me and pepper little kisses across her jaw and neck.
Charlie continues running her hands up and down me, taking me all in. “That’s a shame because it’s true.”
Not sure what else to say, I let out a non-committal grunt.
I didn’t bring her in here to talk. I don’t take my hands off her as I walk us back towards the showers and turn one on.
The room starts filling with steam quickly and I look down to see Charlie smiling up at me. “Are you going to wash me?”
I let her go for a second so I can take my pants off. She watches me the whole time, eyeing my piercing again and grinning. “I will. But I had some other stuff in mind first.”
Charlie sucks in a breath but says nothing else as I put my hands on her waist and guide us under the water. I meant what I said. I’m not fighting her anymore. I’m all in with whatever this is, whatever we are. She has me.
Our kiss is slow at first, sensual under the running water. Charlie continues running her hands all over my body, almost like she’s trying to commit the feel of me to memory. I don’t hate it. I haven’t been touched like this since .... well, in a long time, let's say.
I break my composure first and push her up against the wall, a little rougher than I mean to. But Charlie really seems to like it and pulls me against her so we can keep kissing. I can feel her pussy getting wetter against my leg as we press against each other. I growl.
I’ve been wanting to do this for a lot longer than Charlie knows and for a lot longer than I was willing to admit to even myself.
I drop to my knees in front of her and throw one of her legs over my shoulder, giving my mouth access to the apex of her thighs.
I can feel Charlie’s muscles tense, and she freezes.
“Oh no Ben. I’m so gross and sweaty. Let’s wash up first.”
“I don’t care.”
I prove that I don’t by running my tongue slowly up the length of her slit. Charlie moans and her head tilts back. I do this a few more times until I feel her start to relax and then I really go to town on her.
But not quickly. I take my time, making sure she feels every single lick and suck as I please her with my tongue. I slowly add a finger, then a second one when I realize that she’s already more than ready for me. But I maintain my pace and drive Charlie wild.
She comes suddenly with a loud moan and the leg around my shoulder clenches, pushing me farther into her. I continue eating her out while she rides out the waves of her orgasm and only stop when Charlie pants, “Fuck me Ben, please!”
“As you wish.”
I stand to face her again. Charlie is perfectly flushed, and her eyes are full of desire as she takes me in.
I press myself against her and kiss her passionately.
The saltiness of her arousal coats both our tongues as I place my hands behind her thighs, lift her up, and pin her against the wall.
Her pussy lines up with the head of my cock perfectly and I jerk my hips lightly to notch myself against her entrance.
She mewls and tries to move her hips but doesn’t get far because I have her pinned against the wall.
“Please let me firefly,” I whisper against her lips before I push into her slowly.
I feel my piercing tug lightly as I first enter her. She’s so tight. Charlie lets out a small cry but I cut it off by kissing her again. I take up a slow pace and she grips my shoulders, holding on to me as best as she can.
She feels so good. We fuck slow and steady like this until Charlie comes again, crying out my name as she does.
I don’t stop moving but give her a moment to come down before I pick up the pace.
I pound my cock into Charlie so fiercely that she comes again almost immediately but this time I’m right there with her.
My name is a moan on her lips, and I am never going to get enough of her.