Page 25 of Bump and Run
I shoved him onto the bed and pinned him down. “Fuck what anyone else has ever said to you, Jonesy. They were either playing stupid, blind, or jealous. You’re a work of art. Forget them. It’s all about what I think now. Do you understand?”
He nodded.
“Good, now that that’s settled, take off your underwear and show me how you get off with your fingers stuffed in your ass.”
Chapter Eleven
Jones
My hands trembled as I removed my underwear. How long did it take to fall in love with someone? Was it too fast to think I was in love with Charlie Callahan? Because everything that came out of his mouth made me think I could be. When he called me beautiful, when he said he only wanted me, those were the things I had always wanted a man to tell me. I had only known him for a few days, but maybe that was enough. I had heard stories of people getting married after knowing one another for a month, then staying together for sixty-plus years.
“Jonesy.” Charlie’s big hands covered mine. “You don’t have to be nervous.” He nuzzled my neck as he helped me pull my briefs off. “Fuck, you’re stunning.”
My length slapped against my stomach, and when he dragged a finger over the sensitive tip, I shuddered. “Maybe you could just get me off?”
“Why are you so shy about this?” He rolled over to cage me in. “Do you not want me to see your beautiful ass? Watch how you make yourself come?”
I closed my eyes. “It’s not something I’m proud of.”
“Look at me, Jones.”
I opened my eyes to stare up into Charlie’s heated gaze. His eyes were so dark it was like looking into the midnight sky.
“Masturbation isn’t wrong. Showing me how you get off isn’t a sin or whatever you were taught to believe. It’s going to make me come so fucking hard. I want to see what turns you on. What you like and what you don’t, so that next time I can do it for you.” He leaned down to suck a hickey into my skin right next to my right nipple. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Bashful?”
“Wh-what?” I shivered, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cool air in his room or his question.
Charlie smiled. “You heard me.” He kissed my nose.
“Maybe? I’m not sure,” I lied. I didn’t want to answer his question. I didn’t want to have this conversation now. “Want me to show you how I do it now?”
Charlie reached down to grip my penis with his hand. “Mm, you have no idea how badly I want to see this. I’m so fucking hard thinking about it. I’ll just touch myself and come. You like that, don’t you, Jonesy?”
“Y-yes.” I nodded as he started to stroke me. “Char-Charlie, don’t.”
He smiled, then pressed his lips to mine. “Show me.” He climbed from my body and sat cross-legged on the bed. His eyes felt like they were digging right into my soul. I watched as he reached for the bottle of lube and held it out for me.
“Okay.”
I took the bottle, moved onto my knees with my backside to Charlie, and flipped the lid open. I squirted some onto my fingers and glanced over my shoulder at himto find him stroking his penis slowly. He smirked at me when our eyes met, his brown eyes full of lust and want. The moment I sank a finger inside of myself, I dropped my forehead to the bed and let out a long groan. I wanted it to be Charlie. I wanted him to be prepping me, getting me ready for his penis, so he could have his way with me. Rub against my...
“Oh God.” I whimpered as I brushed over my prostate.
“Fuck, Jonesy, add another one for me,” Charlie begged.
I turned to look at him again and saw he was gripping his length at the base, his mouth open and his breath coming in heavy pants. I added a second finger, then a third, and rocked back against them. I felt so full. It felt so good, and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could.
“You’re so damn sexy. Look at you just fucking your fingers. Tell me how good it feels,” Charlie murmured.
I grunted. “So good, Charlie. Like my body’s going to explode into a million pieces before it’s put back together again. I wish... I wish it was you. I know you’d feel better.”
“Jesus Christ, Bashful.” He groaned, low and deep. “Stay right there.” I felt the bed shift as he moved closer. “I’m going to come on you.”
“Yes, please, yes,” I whined as I continued to move my fingers inside me.
Heat rolled over my skin and across my body as I listened to Charlie’s soft sounds of pleasure. I wasn’t even jerking myself, but I didn’t need to when I was doing this. I could get off without contact. I could feel my climax climbing higher and higher, ready to burst through my body like an earthquake as beads of sweat began to slip down my back.
“Jones!” Charlie called out, then his cum landed on my back as he let out a deep growl.
