Page 89 of Bump and Run
Charlie smiled. “And I love you.”
I clung to him as he carried me up to my room and gently sat me on the bed. He slowly undressed me, tapping my hips so I would lift them, then he removed my pants. Charlie didn’t take off my underwear, but instead went over to my closet, took out a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and helped me put them on.
“What’s this?” I asked as I watched Charlie strip off his clothes only to put on his own pajamas. I thought we were about to get naked together.
He grinned. “We don’t have to fuck every night, Bashful. I don’t want to break that sweet little ass.”
“Oh.” I flushed. “But what if I want that?”
Charlie’s brows shot up. “Want what, exactly?”
“For you to break my butt.”
“Fucking hell, Jonesy, you’re going to kill me.”
I giggled happily when Charlie pushed me over on the bed and blanketed me with his heavy body. He gave me a filthy kiss that left me gasping for air, but I pulled him back for more.
“I don’t ever want to go a night without you inside of me again, baby,” I whispered and let out a little groan when Charlie’s hand snaked into my pants. He gripped my length, and my eyes rolled back.
He hummed happily. “That’s my good boy.” He dropped wet kisses over my face. “You know what I’d like? I’d like you to get on top. Do you think you could ride me tonight?”
“Yes, please.” I whimpered as heat streaked through my body. “I’d love that.”
Charlie smirked. “Mm, I bet you would. Guess getting dressed wasn’t such a good idea.”
As Charlie climbed from the bed, I quickly yanked off my clothes. I watched as he dug out the lube and turned to grin at me over his shoulder. My heart thumped loudly against my chest. He was mine. Charlie was really mine, and he wanted the world to know.
“You want to play, Jonesy? Want me to get that toy of yours and stroke your cock while you fuck me?” Charlie raised his brows.
Heat pooled in my groin at the thought. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last more than a few seconds if he did that. Right now, I just wanted the feeling of Charlie inside of me and how good it made me feel.
“No.” I shook my head. “Not tonight.”
He stepped closer to the bed. “Mm, I think you’re right. When I finally get that toy on you, I’ll edge you for hours. Make you beg me to let you come.”
“Charlie.” I whimpered as he climbed onto the bed and stared down at me.
He dragged a finger over the tip of my penis, collecting the precum that had gathered there. My eyes went wide when he brought it up to his mouth.
“Wait, let me.”
Charlie’s eyes went round. “Fuck, Jones, you just might kill me.” He reached out and dragged the tip of his thumb over my lips. “Good boy,” he growled when I licked them clean. He smiled as he leaned forward to kiss my mouth. “You taste good, Bashful.”
“Not as good as you.” I whimpered as he pressed me down on the bed and covered me with his thick body. “I love you so much, Charlie. So much, and I forgive you. I forgive you for doing what—”
Charlie kissed me to stop me from going on. His hands were in my hair, his tongue speared into my mouth, and I grabbed his shoulders to pull him closer. I groaned as Charlie kissed down my jaw and neck, over my shoulders and chest. He stopped to give attention to both of my nipples, sucking and nipping at them playfully until I was ready to beg him for more. Beg him to put his penis inside of me so I could fall apart.
He paused right above my groin, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “You’re perfect, Jonesy. Everything about you is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. You’re so sweet, smart, and funny. I don’t ever want to spend another day away from you again.”
“Really?” I whispered, reaching down to touch his cheek.
Charlie broke into a big smile that spread over his entire face. “Really.” He slid back up my body and slanted his lips over mine. “I want to be inside you.”
“I’d like that,” I murmured, chasing after his mouth. I clutched the back of his neck and leaned toward his ear. “Fuck me, Charlie.”
He growled low and deep in his chest, pulling back to stare down at me. “Hearing you swear shouldn’t be such a turn on. But it is.”
“Please.” I felt a blush creep over my skin.
