Page 59 of Bump and Run
I carded my fingers through Charlie’s soft, dark hair as he slipped my underwear off. They landed next to my other clothes. He smirked as his tongue darted out to lap at the tip of my penis, catching the wetness that threatened to fall. More beaded out, and Charlie sucked my head into his mouth.
My eyes rolled back, and I clamped them shut. Charlie’s mouth was warm and hot as he engulfed me, and when he reached up to cup my butt in his hands, heat streaked up my spine and over my skin. I cried out in disappointment when he pulled away and sat back on his feet to stare up at me.
“Get on the bed for me, Jonesy.” Charlie’s voice was thick with lust.
I did as he told me, crab-walking up the mattress, lying down, and watching as he stripped off his clothes. His body was bigger than I remembered, full of thick, corded muscles that bunched with each movement he made, and a splattering of hair across his chest that hadn’t been there before. My mouth watered at the thought of touching him again. What would that hair feel like against my face? Would it leave a mark? Was it soft or coarse?
“You’re staring,” Charlie teased as he climbed up onto the bed and splayed his body over mine. He kissed my neck, chin, and nose before he pulled away to smile down at me. “You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you. You’re even more beautiful now.” He dragged a finger down my chest and around my bellybutton. “You didn’t have abs like this before.”
I shivered at his touch. “I was staring at you for the same reason.” I managed to reach up to grip one of his biceps, my hand not even wrapping all the way around. “You’re a man now.”
“Mm, your man,” he murmured, his mouth against my neck. “Gonna fuck you so good, Jonesy. Fill you up and stretch you out. Make you feel me inside of you for the next week.”
I moaned at the thought, my body breaking out in goosebumps. “Please, yes.”
“You want that?” Charlie asked, his teeth grazing my skin. “And it’s only ever been me?”
“You and a few...toys.” I blushed at my confession. I had some things locked up in my closet that I had never told anyone about. Not even Ollie.
Charlie’s eyes went wide. “What kind of toys, Bashful?” He licked his way down my chest, stopping at both nipples to suck and tease them. “You fuck yourself while thinking about me? Were you riding dildos and wishing it was me inside of you instead?”
I dragged the tip of my finger over the mole on his face. He nipped playfully at my finger before he rested his head on my stomach. “A dildo, a Fleshlight.” My voice hardly came out in a whisper, but I knew Charlie heard me. His entire body tensed up before he climbed back to his feet.
“Next time you’re going to show me how you get yourself off, but right now, I need to know where the lube and condoms are.” Charlie’s gaze raked down my naked body. I had to resist the urge to cover myself.
I swallowed nervously. “Lube is in the tope dresser drawer, but...I don’t have any condoms.”
Why would I need them when I had only been with him? I cursed silently cursed myself.
“You trust me, Jonesy?”
“I do, yes, Charlie.”
He winked before he moved to open the dresser and removed the bottle of lube. Then he was kneeling on the bed, pushing up my legs, and telling me to hold them. “I’vealways used protection,” Charlie whispered. Jealousy roared through me. “We can get tested, together, if that makes you feel better.”
“I...” My mind went blank at the sound of the bottle being opened.
Charlie teased my backside, then gently pushed his finger inside. My heart hammered in my chest.
“More,” I begged. “Charlie, please, more.”
All the hurt I felt disappeared when his fingers breached me.
He smirked. “Needy.” He kissed the tip of my penis. “Beautiful.” Another kiss. “Mine.”
“Always, always yours.” I tried to push down on his finger, but he shook his head. “Please, Charlie.”
Charlie groaned. “You’re so fucking perfect. Do you get yourself off a lot? Do I have to be careful with you, or can you take it?”
“Don’t go easy on me.” I didn’t want to admit to him how often I used my toys, but I could see by the look on his face he wanted an answer. “A couple times a week.” Or maybe four or five. Some weeks I wanted more than others. Needed the memories of what Charlie gave me to make it through everything.
Charlie’s eyes flashed with lust. “Only a couple?” He slid a second finger in with the first, and when he brushed over that spot, the one that had me nearly blacking out, my hips canted, and I cried out. “There it is, right, Jonesy?”
I gasped out his name. “I need you.”
“Need me to what?” His voice was deep and thick with desire. “Tell me what you need.” He moved his fingers slowly.
I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip. “I need...” My voice trembled as I spoke. “I need you to make love to me,” I whispered.
