Chapter 25 Austin
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I couldn’t sleep. My body was physically drained—I couldn’t remember the last time I’d played a full game—but my mind wouldn’t shut off.
I never liked taking sleeping pills; in fact, I avoided prescribed meds altogether.
Years of addiction had made me wary of anything that could pull me into that darkness, which was why it had been such a battle to take even the medications doctors had prescribed to help with my recovery.
Every time I closed my eyes, thoughts of Charlie crept in.
She’d sacrificed so much for me. Sure, I’d married her to help keep her mother off her back, but I was selfish—asking her to kiss me, knowing there was a risk her family could see something on social media before she had a chance to tell them herself.
That selfishness gnawed at me, keeping me wide awake.
And then there was the other reason I couldn’t sleep: the way my body reacted to her.
The memory of her lips, soft and pink, pouting slightly, or the way she’d sucked the ranch off that carrot before taking a bite—it had me completely on edge.
My doctors had warned me about side effects from the antidepressants, like a lower libido, and honestly, over the past few years, sex had barely crossed my mind.
I hadn’t wanted anyone, hadn’t felt that pull.
But with Charlie? It was different. My entire body came alive thinking about her.
I’d loved my ex-wife, found her attractive, and our sex life had never been a problem.
But this? With Charlie, it felt deeper. Maybe it was because of the friendship we were building or the way she saw me for who I was now, not who I’d been.
Whatever it was, it made the connection between us feel stronger, more real.
That thought alone had me burning with desire, wide awake, and utterly restless.
Either way, I needed to sleep. Tomorrow was packed, between work in the afternoon and being there for Charlie when she finally told her mom.
I couldn’t afford to be a zombie for any of it.
I shifted restlessly, tossing and turning, my mind refusing to quiet.
Desperate for a distraction, I tried to mentally map out the room, describing every detail to myself—the faint glow of the alarm clock, the pattern of shadows on the ceiling, the worn edges of the furniture. Maybe I’d bore myself to sleep.
I let out a sigh and stared up at the ceiling, trying to picture the room in as much detail as possible. The cream-colored furniture stood out against the soft gray walls, the smooth surface accented by intricate wooden details—curved legs, carved handles. The whole space had this old-school charm.
My thoughts drifted to Charlie. I imagined her rearranging the furniture, determined as ever, her hair pulled back, a few loose strands clinging to her damp skin.
She’d pause to bend over, her thick thighs flexing as she adjusted something heavy.
The image in my mind shifted, her chest rising and falling with effort, a light sheen of sweat catching the soft glow of the overhead light, trailing down between her—
“Fuck,” I groaned, scrubbing my hands over my face.
My body wasn’t restless anymore; it was screaming for release. I clenched my eyes shut, forcing myself to think of anything but her.
And that’s when I heard it.
It was faint at first, barely audible over the hum of my own breathing. A low, steady buzzing sound. I opened my eyes and scanned the room.
A bee?
I sat still, waiting, listening.
There it was again. The same soft buzz, rhythmic, almost deliberate.
It wasn’t a bee.
I stayed utterly still, the realization sinking in as the sound continued, its quiet persistence stirring something deep and primal within me.
“Charlie,” I whispered.
I pulled off the covers and adjusted the bottom of my boxer briefs. The house was much hotter than I was used to at night, so I’d been sleeping in my underwear. I looked down, and I was rock fucking hard already.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I ran my fingers through my hair.
It was simple: I’d take a shower. Walk down the hall, turn the water on hot, and get myself off until the buzzing finally stopped.
I took a step forward.
I could do this.
Another step, and I carefully opened the door to the bedroom, exposing the dark hallway. The floorboards creaked beneath me, and I froze, straining to hear if the sound had stopped.
Nope. The buzzing was still there.
I took another step, my eyes flicking to the bathroom door. Almost involuntarily, they shifted down the hall—toward Charlie’s room.
I could do this.
But what if I went in there and watched? I could be a good observer, silently taking in the way she unraveled, the way she made herself come undone.
I wouldn’t have to touch her. We could still take our time, still focus on building this connection, on creating the foundation of a friendship first.
A soft, breathy moan slipped through her door, and like that, my self-control vanished.
All bets were off.
I moved without thinking. When I reached her door, I hesitated for only a second, my hand hovering over the handle as another quiet moan broke the silence, this one needier.
I gripped the handle and slowly pushed the door open.
My heart sped up as I watched the scene unfold in front of me.
Charlie lay sprawled on the bed, her back arched in a perfect curve, a blue wand pressed tightly between her thighs.
Her hips rolled and thrust upward. The slick sound of her arousal filled the room.
Her top was pushed up enough to expose her bare breasts, her nipples tight and begging for attention.
A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, catching the soft light and making her glow like a goddess lost in her own pleasure.
Her head tipped back, mouth parted in a sinful pout, and her lips were swollen and glistening.
I eased the door shut behind me, the soft click of the latch sealing us into the room.
Her head turned toward me, her eyes darkened dangerously. Her lips curved ever so slightly, and in a breathy, desperate whisper, she said, “Austin.”
“Yes, Char.”
She turned slightly, desperate to be worshipped. Her pussy was on display, and I studied her body. She had hourglass curves, her breasts spilled down onto the mattress, a perfect dip where her torso met her hips, and a small rectangular patch of hair was neatly trimmed on her pussy.
“W-We can’t.”
The room went quiet the moment she turned off the wand and the buzzing ceased. She pulled the wand from her body, and I stared at how it glistened. She was soaked.
“I agree,” I begrudgingly confessed.
She was right. We couldn’t slip like we did yesterday. I turned to glance around the room and found a cream-colored oversized chair in the corner. It looked light enough to pick up, so I strode toward it and grabbed it, placing it next to the bed.
I sat down toward the edge of the chair, and from this point of view, I could see her and touch her if I reached out. “I want to watch.”
“Austin,” Charlie said in warning.
I held up my hands. “This doesn’t break our rules. I won’t touch your wand.”
She didn’t close her legs, just shifted so that she was lying more on her side and I could see.
There were so many things about Charlie that were attractive to me: her warmth, the way she glowed when she entered the room, her spirit, the damn bucket list, but selfishly, in this moment, I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes from her breasts.
I’d never been with a curvy woman before Charlie.
What a fucking shame that was. My fingers twitched with the need to grab her tits, to watch them bounce as she rode me.
I wanted to suck on her nipples, teasing them until they pebbled beneath my tongue.
Fuck. I was desperate to slide my cock between those perfect pillows and fuck her tits until I couldn’t see straight.
My eyes dropped to my cock, standing painfully hard, throbbing with the sheer need to make every fantasy a reality.
“I-I guess we aren’t breaking the rules.”
I leaned toward her. “I’ll leave and let you finish, Char. You can tell me no.”
She shook her head. “I want you here.”
“Good. Now, tell me what else you want.”
Her hooded amber eyes stared intently. “I want to see you.”
She stared up at my chest, presumably eyeing my tattoo. I hated showing this off, but my current predicament was to give her what she needed and talk about the hard stuff later.
“I’m right here.” I leaned back in the chair, splaying my legs out so my dick was on full display.
With her wand in her hand, she pointed at me. “No. I want to see you fully naked.”
“Good girl,” I praised her as I stood up long enough to shimmy out of my underwear. “My turn.”
She nodded.
“Lie on your back again but angle your body so I can see your pretty pink pussy.”
“God, I love alliteration,” she said, and I chuckled as she shifted her body so her legs were almost dangling off the side of the bed.
“You’re such a teacher,” I joked, and she peeked over at me.
“Tell me what you want to see, Austin.”
I groaned and fisted my cock. “I could fall apart and come in my pants just by looking at you spread out, honey.”
“Touch yourself, Austin. I want to see you stroke yourself.”
My head fell back, a low hiss of satisfaction escaping my lips. I imagined Charlie’s hands wrapped tight around my shaft, stroking me with deliberate, teasing pressure. My hand moved faster, chasing that fantasy, picturing the wet heat of her mouth sucking, her tongue swirling around the tip.
My eyes were hooded and dark with desire as I managed to slow my strokes. “Charlie,” I grunted. “I need you to turn on your vibrator.”
The low hum of the vibrator filled the room. “Bring it right down onto your clit.”
She spread her legs wider, revealing her glistening cunt.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Char.”
The wand met her clit, and she let out a soft, breathy moan, her hips shifting slightly. “I’m thinking about last night.”
“What about last night?” I languidly stroked down my shift, squeezing slightly as I came up.
“I’m-I’m thinking about the way your mouth was pressed against my clit. I can’t stop imagining the way your finger curled inside me, hitting my sensitive spots.” Her hand started to move as she worked the vibrator around her pussy.
“Good. Bring your free hand down and open yourself up so I can see you leaking.”