Page 72 of Bump and Run
“Bringing you inside. I take care of what’s mine,” he answered, and I let him. One, because I was exhausted, and two, I liked it when Charlie manhandled me. How he was strong enough to carry me in his arms like this. I felt safe.
I nuzzled into his neck. “Love this.”
“Love you,” Charlie murmured, and despite how tired I was, my penis was really on board now. I would let him have his way with me right now if he wanted. Charlie never even had to ask.
I inhaled the familiar scent of him. The coconut mixed with sweat and salt. “Have me, Charlie.” I heard myself moan. I needed him.
“Not tonight, Jonesy.” He placed me on the bed. Had he already carried me inside the house? I must really be out of it. “You’re too tired.” Charlie removed my shirt. “And I want to wait until we get married before I’m inside of you again.”
I sighed happily. “That’s romantic.” I lifted my hips as Charlie slid off my shorts, leaving me in just my underwear. “You’re so good to me.”
“Bashful, we both know that’s a lie.” He placed the blanket over my body. “But we have a lifetime to time change that. I can show you how much you mean to me. Treat you the way you deserve. Love you forever.”
I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy with sleep. “I’d like that, baby,” I heard myself tell him. I felt the mattress dip next to me before Charlie pulled me against his broad chest. He was so perfect.
“I might be a little obsessed with you, Jonesy.” I heard him confess before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up what felt like seconds later to a dark room with the beginning of the morning sneaking in from the curtains we had hung up. I was covered in a sheen of sweat as I trembled. I pushed myself against Charlie and wrapped my arms and legs around him to try to calm my racing heart. It was only a dream. A nightmare. It wasn’t real.
“Bashful.” His voice was thick with sleep. Graveled and husky. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
I whined. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned. “Talk to me, Jones. Tell me what’s going on.”
I wanted to crawl inside his body and forget that horrible dream. The way Charlie had told me he didn’t love me. That he never had. And that his future was with Beverly back in Boston. “I had a nightmare.”
“What was it about?” Charlie gently combed his fingers through my curls, and my body relaxed against him.
I whimpered. “Don’t make me tell you.”
Tears burned my eyes, and when Charlie pushed me over onto my back, I wrapped my arms around his body to cling to him like a koala.
“Bashful.” He pressed a kiss to my mouth. “You need me to help you forget?”
Goodness, yes. “Please.” I arched my hips up to rub against him.
“I won’t fuck you. But I can use my hands.”
“Can you use your mouth?”
Charlie chuckled in the dark. “Feeling brave tonight, huh?” I felt my skin flush as he started to slip off my briefs. “You’re so beautiful, Jonesy,” he murmured againstmy lips. “I love you so much. You know that, right?” He wrapped a hand around me, and I groaned softly.
“I love you, Charlie,” I whispered, trying to get more friction. “Please.”
He slithered down my body, leaving wet kisses against my skin. He pressed his nose into my groin, and goosebumps broke out over my skin. Charlie dragged a tongue over my length, licking the wetness that had begun to gather at the tip, and I cried out as pleasure ripped up my spine. When he sucked me into his mouth, my fingers found their way into his soft hair, and when he pushed my thighs open and he rolled my balls between his fingers, I didn’t have time to warn him. I just exploded, my release filling Charlie’s mouth.
“Christ, Bashful, you really needed that.” He came back up to kiss me again, and I tasted myself on his lips. Charlie sat back up, his legs straddling me, and then I heard the sound of him touching himself. “Gonna come on you.”
Yes, please. I wished the light was on. I wanted to see Charlie as he worked himself over. Got off on my chest and covered me with his release. He growled low in his chest; then I felt his pleasure splatter against my skin. I immediately dragged a finger through it and I sucked it into my mouth. The light flicked on next to my bed, and I froze with my mouth stuffed full of my fingers.
“Dirty boy,” Charlie murmured, a smile pulling at his lips. He leaned forward to tug my hand away from my mouth. “You like it.”
I nodded. “So very much.”
“Me, too.” Charlie kissed me softly, then climbed from the bed. He disappeared from the room, only to returnmoments later with a washcloth in his hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up so we can go back to bed.” He gently washed my chest, his fingers grazing my nipples. My penis instantly started to perk back up, and Charlie chuckled softly in the darkness of the room.
A warm blush began to spread over me. “Sorry.”
