Page 78 of From the Ashes
He ground his hips forward, a low guttural moan escaping my lips. In this position, his cockhead was pressed directly against my prostate, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my entire body. Already my cock was rock-hard again, oozing pre-cum onto the sheets, my body completely forgetting that I’d cum only a couple of minutes before. Not only that, but I felt hornier than before. Ineededthis more than anything.
I pushed back against him, begging for more with my movements. Charlie just smiled against my neck, kissing me softly. With one hand on my hip and the other around my throat, he slowly thrusted inside me, giving me every last inch of his beautiful cock. I moaned and braced myself against the headboard, loving every minute of his exquisite torture. No matter what I did, I could never get enough of this. Having him inside me, filling up all my empty spaces, was like being home. I’d never felt this good with anyone before. Alone I was content with life. But with Charlie I felt like I could fly.
However, those soft caressing movements of his soon grew rough and greedy. Charlie let go of my throat, forcing me down so I was level with the headboard. His other hand came to my hips as he began to pound me out like I was some common slut. The room filled with the sound of moans and his balls slapping against my ass. The percussive force sent wave after wave of delight rushing through me. I could hear almost nothing over the pounding of my heart in my ears. And I could focus on nothing else but the warmth growing in my belly.
Something about the way this man fucked me was so perfect that I could get off without even touching myself. Nobody had ever been able to do that. But tonight was going to be the third time he’d accomplished that feat in less than a week. Color me impressed.
“Fuck, baby,” Charlie growled, fucking me harder. “I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “I need it.”
“Such a good little bottom,” he cooed. “You look so fucking beautiful like this. All flushed and red and taking my cock.”
Fuck… the way he talked to me when he was about to breed me turned me on so much. I never knew my dick was voice activated until him. But now, with just a little bit of teasing, he was driving me dangerously close to the edge.
“Please,” I bagged. “Please cum inside me!”
“I’m gonna, baby. Don’t you worry.”
As much as I wanted to wait, to orgasm at the same time as him, I could hold it back no longer. An intense tingling sensation filled my balls and shot up my cock as I cried out, covering his bed sheets in my second load of the evening. My body tensed around him, hugging his cock as he fucked me with reckless abandon.
The friction must have been enough to drive him over the edge because a moment later he slammed himself to the hilt and pulled me up against his chest once more, his growls of pleasure filling my ears. His thrusts were jerky and involuntary as he pumped his load deep inside me, the intense heat filling my insides. The sensation made me melt into him, my tongue practically lolling out of my mouth as the bliss threatened to consume my mind, body, and soul.
Together we collapsed on the bed, Charlie slipping out of me as we turned to face one another. I could feel his seed leaking out of me, but I didn’t care. I savored the sensation, turned on even more by it. There was something about these moments that made me feel like Ibelongedto him. Like he’d marked me as his own. And I fucking loved it.
“That,” Charlie gasped, his chest still heaving as he reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. “Was incredible.”
“Mm-hmm,” I nodded. “You’re getting really good at this for being a total newbie.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You’re the best lay I’ve ever had,” I replied, kissing his nose. “So it’s definitely a compliment.”
Charlie was silent for a moment. “E-Even better than Tony?”
“Are you kidding?” I scoffed. “You’rewaybetter than Tony.” I snaked an arm over his waist, pulling him close. “Tony who?”
“Sorry… I just… I know I’m new at this and I worry…” He looked up at me, those deep brown eyes full of fear I’d known all too often myself. “I’m worried if I don’t do a good enough job… well, you might leave.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re attractive, you’re successful, and you have a motorcycle,” he said, ticking them off on his fingers like they were the most obvious reasons on the planet. “Guys must fawn over you all the time, especially at those book signings.”
“No,” I said. “Not really. Mostly it’s just middle-aged women who want a thrill. Which is super cool, and I love them, but they’re not my type, you know?”
Charlie smiled. “Sorry. I’m just being insecure.”
“It doesn’t bother me.” I reached up, cupping his cheek. “But you’re the only one for me, Charlie. I want you to know that. You and I have so much unfinished business and time to make up for. We’re not over by a long shot.”
He pulled me close, burying his face in my neck. “I wish you could stay here forever…”
“I could move here,” I offered without a second thought. “I could let the lease lapse on my place in Boston and move back to Creekside.”
“Youcan’tdrop everything for me,” Charlie said, sitting up. His voice was suddenly stern in a way that left zero room for opposition. “I won’t let you do that. You have to keep writing and living your dreams, even if that means you have to be away for long periods of time.”
“But… I want to stay here with you!”
“You have a life to live.” he said, reaching up and running my thumb over the stubble on my cheek. “And I’ll still be here when you get back. I’ll always be here for you.”