Chapter 24 #2
I know what she’s doing—the emotion of what we had clouds common sense.
I push up onto my knees, with my hands on my hips to think.
Her eyes track down my body, lingering where my fingers splay out on the V near my hips, and my cock grows uncomfortably hard, jumping in anticipation.
I wrap my hands around the girth, and she scrambles to all fours, leaning forward.
She licks the tip, sucks, taking me in her mouth only once before releasing me.
“Open your mouth, Lottie,” I demand.
She shakes her head. “No. Fuck me.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “All right, if that’s what you want.” She might want hate-sex, but I’m going to make her come so hard she’ll want to fuck me every single day. “Stand and face the wall.”
She springs off the bed and stands by the wall. I clamber off the bed and stand by her. “Turn around,” I demand, waiting for her to do as she’s told. “Put your hands on the wall for balance and keep your back straight.”
“What are you going to do?” she whispers.
“Lift you, spread your pussy like a butterfly, and fuck your face into the wall.”
“Oh.”
“Ready?”
“Yes… I’m so ready. Quit stalling.”
With my foot, I gently spread her feet and run my fingers over her rounded ass and between her thighs.
I groan when I feel how wet she is—so wet for me.
I suck her off my fingers and groan again at the taste.
“You taste good, Lottie.” It’s been too long.
Charlotte wiggles her ass. “Straight back,” I tell her.
Bending my knees, ready to lift, I hook my arms under the inside of her thighs and lift her in a straight line.
She makes a little squeak and balances herself with her hands on the wall.
I wish I could see her face. Taking one step back, I open her thighs as much as they allow and command, “Guide me in.”
She lets go of the wall with one hand, and with her help, I push inside her pussy.
“Oh.” She lifts her rear, resisting.
I can’t see her reaction, and it’s killing me. “We’re doing it your way, Charlotte. Give me your body.”
She relaxes, and I push deeper until she exhales loudly.
I lift her off, then slowly ease her back down, letting her get used to the position.
She moans lightly, and I feel her relax around my cock.
Fuck, it feels good to be inside her. Like I’m home.
The urge to love her overwhelms me, and I shut it down to give her what she needs.
“You’re ready. Hang on.”
“To what?”
I don’t answer as I’m plunging into her at a brutal pace.
She bounces wildly about, and her attempts to hold herself to the wall are futile.
My head spins, not only with all the blood from my body now in my cock, but with the excitement that this is really happening.
The bliss is overwhelming, and I’m focusing on trying to hold back from coming so I can give her what she wants.
Sex. I don’t care if she uses me for it. I’ll take what she gives any way I can.
Her breaths are more like little whimpers, and it’s not the erotic position I hoped for her. “I got you, sweetheart. Lean back and wrap one arm around my neck and shoulder.”
She does it quickly, and it changes the position, her back arching, which gives me more access.
Her body responds to my touch like nothing has changed between us.
The beautiful sexual connection is still there, and I’m tingling, lusting for her.
As desperate as I am to come so fucking hard inside her, I need to stretch it out.
She turns her face away from me. I keep fucking her hard and fast and listen as her moans turn pleasurable and not just fast breaths with a fine line between pleasure and pain.
I swivel until I’m facing the mirror on the other wall.
“Look at us,” I demand. I hitch her up a notch, my biceps quivering a little so she can see.
I gently lift her up and down so she bounces harder onto my cock.
Charlotte’s gorgeous pussy is spread wide, my dick is thrusting in and out, and her beautiful tits bouncing freely.
I can barely contain my orgasm. One step at a time, I take us closer to the mirror.
“Look at your pussy. Touch yourself for me.”
With her free hand, she rubs at her clit and moans loudly, tipping her head back on my shoulder.
She comes hard, her pussy clenching around me, and I can no longer hold back.
My cock pulses, and I come, emptying myself into her.
The force of it has my vision turning hazy, and ringing echoes in my ears.
As my breaths slow, my vision clears, and I can’t shift my gaze away from the mirror. I keep her thighs wide and stare at us.
“Jesus, BJ, put me down.” She slaps my shoulder. “What have we done?”
I want to state the obvious, but it dawns on me. “Fuck, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” I lower her to the floor, and she walks straight to the bathroom.
“I have regular checks, you know that.”
She turns and nods. “Yeah, and I have contraception. That was… too familiar. We need to be careful.” Her eyes drop to my semi-hard cock.
“Next time, I might be up for round two. This was… something else.” She offers a subtle smile.
“Now I don’t have a choice but to shower, and hopefully, Donna won’t notice my limp when I walk back into my office.
Thank God I have a clean shirt in my office closet. ”
I head to the bathroom and watch her as she showers. “I can help with the limp. Balance the other side out for you if you need.”
“I’m good. You already cracked my pussy like a light stick. The glow is still there.”
I smirk at her sass.
She wraps a towel around her and tentatively pats the tender parts dry.
“So, mission completed?”
A subtle smile creeps across her lips. “I guess you pass.”
I call Ewan to meet me in the foyer.
When the world is right, motivation comes naturally.
My priorities have shifted and changed. After a few phone calls, I’m making my talent useful outside the boundaries my contract allows.
I take the elevator down to the foyer to meet Ewan.
He’s standing by the concierge dressed in black trousers and a white shirt.
He frowns as though he missed a memo since I’m wearing sweatpants, a sweater, and a T-shirt underneath.
“Morning, sir.” He keeps up to my pace. “What is the plan today?”
The valet pulls up out front, and I reply, “Get in. I’m driving, and I’ll explain along the way.”
“Oh, this should be good,” he murmurs.
“It is. Trust me.”
“Does it have anything to do with the sister?”
“Charlotte,” I correct. “And no.”
“The other night at dinner, her security guard was as awkward as me watching you two from across the room. We both jumped up at different times, not knowing whether to intervene.”
“Never intervene when it comes to her.” I turn onto the San Bernardino Freeway. “Even if she throws a punch. It means I deserved it.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t understand it, but I’ve never been in love.”
“Yeah, well, you need to work through that because war affects people differently. I was at war with myself, and she was the only person who could save me.”
“Love and war are two different matters,” he says dryly.
“Yeah, and I’m not downplaying what you went through. We have both built walls around us, and yours are going to be tougher to break down.”
“If I were in love, then I wouldn’t be here with you.”
“Hey.” I look at him briefly. “If you ever find it, you resign. Nothing is worth giving up love for.”
He thrums his fingers on the window panel. “Noted.” He looks out the window. “Where the hell are we going?”
“Where I can be of help.”
“So it’s not on your schedule?”
“Nope.”
He smiles. “Never a dull moment.”
“Look out the window.”
Ewan glances up at the sky and smiles.
“Your advice is always that tomorrow will be sunny. Well, my friend. It is.”
I pull into the school staff parking lot. “The kids nor their coach know I’m coming. I called the principal, and he’s going to introduce us.”
“You. Not me. I need to remain inconspicuous,” he confirms.
I grin at him. “It’s a primary school, and they would be equally impressed by you and your muscles.”
He looks around the parking lot and the older, run-down buildings. “Yeah. I think you’re going to make these kids’ day.”
After passing security and the administration staff requesting selfies, the principal leads us into the gymnasium. The moment the doors open, shrills of laughter and erratic screams fill our ears.
“Jesus, who has the whistle?” Ewan grumbles.
The teacher blows a whistle, and silence gradually follows, apart from the bouncing of balls as the kids group and sit in front of him. The closer we get, the coach’s jaw drops. His gaze flicks to the principal, then back to me.
I approach him and shake his hand before the principal has a chance to introduce us. “Brandon Johns. I hope you don’t mind the interruption.”
“This is unexpected and exciting for the children. Sorry, I’m Jeremy Jones.”
“This is my personal trainer, personal security, and friend, Ewan.”
Ewan steps forward to shake his hand.
Interrupting the whispers, the principal steps forward. “Mr. Brandon Johns from the LA Sharks NBA basketball team has come to visit you all and share some of his skills. Please make him welcome.”
The children applaud, smiles filling the gymnasium. He hands the reins to me, and I shout, “Who wants to play basketball?”
“Me,” is shouted back.
I place a hand behind my ear, encouraging more excitement.
“Me!”
I lean forward, my hand still to my ear. “I can’t hear you?”
“Me,” they all yell, and it echoes through the building.
I grin and explain, “Ewan and Mr. Jones are going to divide you into groups, and I’ll take turns, making sure I see all of you and show you some of my tricks. Any questions?”
A little girl puts up her hand. “My mommy says you’re her boyfriend. Are you?” I glance over at Ewan, who is wearing a smirk as wide as his face.
What do I say to this little girl without getting myself into trouble? “Say hello to your mommy and tell her to keep watching the LA Sharks play basketball. I appreciate her support.”
“Okay,” Jeremy calls out. “Who wants to see Mr. Johns do a reverse dunk?”
The kids scream with joy as I pull my sweater over my head.
Impressing my littlest fans without a camera in sight is one of my favorite moments as a professional baller.