Hiding Catherine

by Jennifer Becker

  Did she tell him? He would only pester her until she did. It was embarrassing to say out loud. She would have to learn to school her features more around him. “I was thinking that I was dating the James Bond of the Army.

  Charlie’s nostrils flared, and he fisted her hair in one hand. “Woman, I already told you I am not James Bond.”

  “Well, that’s all I can picture in my head.” She defended. She could see him speeding down the road and blowing things up. He wouldn’t be drinking the Martinis, but beer. It was close enough. She couldn’t see him in the suit and tie though. She liked Charlie in his more rugged appearance anyway. The plaid button-up shirts and tees with jeans.

  “Well un picture it.” He growled at her. It was supposed to sound more ferocious, but to her it made her sex clench. She was already picturing something far better than James Bond. She and Charlie in bed, finally. He had told her he loved her and like a dummy she had remained silent. Being a firm believer in actions speak louder than words, Catherine pulled him down and sealed her mouth to his. Reacting quickly Charlie wrapped his free hand around her back and pulled her close, so she was flush to his chest. She gasped at feeling all his harder muscles pressed closely against her chest, flattening her breast against him.

  Charlie took advantage of her gasp and drove his tongue in. Catherine clawed at his shirt needing to feel him close. She wanted no barriers between them. She reached under his plaid shirt and felt his hot bare skin. Not wasting another moment, Catherine reached around his front and started unbuttoning his shirt, but her fingers were shaking so bad at her nervousness and anticipation she could unbutton only three buttons before Charlie pushed her hands out of the way and finished the task. Catherine licked her lips at the carnal display in front of her. Tanned sculpted flesh greeted her. He had a thick patch of chest hair that ran across his pecs and between his rock hard abs and disappeared below his pant line. Small white scars dotted his skin but near his collarbone on his right side appeared to be burn marks. The same side as his facial scarring. Catherine had never asked him what had happened to him because it didn’t impact how she felt about him, and knew he would tell her when he was ready. The burns looked painful, but in no way diminished the love she felt for him. She was startled by that last thought. After Charlie had told her he loved her, she wondered about her feelings for him. She thought she had loved Martin once and he nearly broke her. She knew without a shadow of a doubt she loved Charlie. She was giving him the power to tear her world apart or love her the way she always dreamed of being.

  “You keep looking at me like that then this party will be over before it even begins,” Charlie warned as he discarded his shirt on the couch. His green eyes appeared to glow as he stepped closer to her and reached for the hem of her shirt.

  “Wait,” she cried, holding his wrists in place. Charlie froze in place not moving a muscle. Before they took this final step, Catherine had to warn him. “Your friend told you about me being in the hospital.” It wasn’t a question, but Charlie nodded his head. “I have scars…from…”

  Charlie silenced her words with a quick kiss on her lips. “I've seen your body before babe, and they don’t bother me. We all have scars. Look at me.” He said pulling his wrists free and holding his arms out to his side, putting himself out on display. The scars that marred his face spattered down his neck and half his collarbone and over his shoulder to end at his bicep and just over his heart. Her heart wept for the pain he must have gone through. “This wasn’t supposed to make you cry.” She hadn’t realized she had until he said something.

  “It must have pained you.” Charlie shrugged off her words, but she could see the pain in his eyes, and not just from the wound itself but the looks and jeers that had come afterward. Before she could overthink it, Catherine pulled her shirt over her head and watched Charlie’s face. There was no scorn or grimace. There was no pity in his eyes, which she was thankful for. She didn’t want the man she loved to pity her, that would be the worst. Instead, she only saw love reflected in his eyes and anger.

  His hand touched her slowly, so she had plenty of time to pull away if she chose. She remained rooted in place while his fingers grazed over the scars that peppered over her skin causing goose bumps to break out. He hadn’t seen them before when she was shirtless because she had the lights dimmed down. “If I ever find this ex of yours, I’m going to bring a whole world of hurt on him.” Charlie bit out.

  Catherine didn’t want to think or talk about Martin anymore. They were both half-dressed, and she could think of a lot better things to be doing right now. Catherine placed a hand over his heart and leaned up on her toes and kissed him. Unlike other kisses that had been sweet and passionate, this one was filled with promises and pent up lust. He devoured her mouth and clutched her ass pulling her off her toes, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist or dangle. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” He warned kissing her throat.

  “Not a chance in hell.” If he stopped, she might go to jail for inflicting bodily harm on him.

  She could feel his smile on her neck. “Bedroom?” She told him where it was, and he all but took the stairs two at a time. As soon as they reached the bedroom, Charlie set her down on the bed gently as if she were fragile china. He unsnapped her pants and pulled them off her legs followed by her panties. Catherine was a little horrified she was wearing her plain cotton panties dubbed granny panties, but Charlie didn’t even seem to pay attention to what she was wearing. The apex of her thighs held his attention. It was a good thing she liked to keep it trimmed. Charlie slowly crawled between her legs, spreading her legs apart with his shoulders. Catherine watched in vivid rapture as he slowly lowered his head over her core while watching her. His tongue peeked out from between his lips then slid over her slit. Her stomach rippled then he did it again. Catherine cried out as he licked her clit then back down. His tongue stroked her deep and twirled around her bundle of nerves. She could feel herself rapidly reaching climax, but didn’t want to do it alone. “Please Charlie, I need you.” He ignored her plea and continued to stroke her in slow, lazy circles drawing out her passion. Her thighs shook she was so tense and on edge. She was ready to come, but he was holding back just enough she couldn’t reach the finish line.

  “You’re going to come when I say so. I have thought of nothing but you and this pussy for days now. After this, you are mine in every way. You own my heart, body, and soul, Catherine.”

  Catherine thrashed her head on the bed from side to side. His words almost sent her over the edge, but it was still just out of reach.

  “Say your mine.” He demanded as he blew a stream of hot air over her core.

  “I’m yours,” she panted. Charlie feasted on her and clamped down on her clit. Her toes and thighs clenched and her back bowed off the bed as she came. A white light flashed behind her closed eyes as she screamed his name. Charlie continued to lap at her juices as she came down from her orgasm. She opened her heavy-laden eyes to see him still watching her as he licked her clean.

  Once done, he stood up and smacked his lips together. “Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.” After such an intense orgasm she should be spent, but looking at him now she felt herself rejuvenated. She watched in fascination as he unsnapped his jeans and slowly lowered them to the ground before he kicked them away. Next came his black boxer briefs, his erection sprang free, and it was the first time she had ever seen it. She was no virgin, but it still looked big to her and she wondered at the body mechanics on how well it would fit.

  “Oh, it will fit trust me,” he said as if he could read her mind as he stroked his erection.

  Catherine sat up wanting to get a closer look at it and touch it herself. Charlie watched her through hooded eyes as she clasped him in her smaller hand. Her finger tips could barely touch as she wrapped her hand around him. He placed a hand over hers and showed her what he liked. She stroked him up and down, slowly, and torturously like he had done to her. Charlie’s fists clenched at his
sides, and she took it as encouragement. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of the mushroom head and she leaned down and swiped it with her tongue. Charlie shuddered and swore. She looked up thinking she did something wrong but Charlie stared down at her and threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her back towards him. She opened her mouth and took his length as deep as she could.

  “Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.” He instructed. Catherine did as instructed, and took more of his length in. “Damn baby that feels so good.” He let her set the pace and how much she could take, only holding onto her hair. By the time she fit over half of him in her mouth, he pulled his dick free with a pop sound.

  “But I was just getting the hang of it.” She pouted when she tried reaching for him but he stepped away.

  “And you’ll have plenty of time to perfect it, but right now I am so close to coming, and I want to do it buried deep inside you, not your mouth.”

  Momentarily pacified Catherine scooted up to the head of the bed and pulled out a box of rubbers. “Before you ask, I bought these when we first started dating and they are unopened.”

  “I wasn’t going to ask.” He chuckled. “But thank you for telling me.” He crawled up the bed and over her to recapture her mouth. “I could kiss you for hours and never get tired of it.” He took one condom from her and sheathed himself.

  “Same here.” She murmured caressing her hands over his back. She spread her legs and cradled Charlie between her. His sex lay heavy against her stomach. She was ready to be one with him. She had fantasized about this moment for so long and so often, she couldn’t believe it was happening.

  He reached down to grab his length and lined it up with her center. She felt the head brush the opening of her sex and her pelvis tilted waiting to be claimed. “Last chance,” he warned. She wrapped her ankles around his lower back and pulled him close in answer. He thrust slow and deep inside her, giving her time to adjust to the invasion. She hadn’t been with anyone since Martin, so she was tight.

  Chapter 18

  Charlie gritted his teeth as he worked his cock inside of her. She was tight. Really tight. He should have made her come a few more times before so she would have been looser, but it was too late now. He longed to come but didn’t want to finish before her. He thought about his previous missions trying to stave off his pending orgasm. Once he was fully seated, he almost wept in relief. Catherine’s nails had dug into his back more than once, and he was sure there would be a few scratch marks, not that he was complaining. He would wear her marks with pride. He slid in and out of her tight wet pussy and knew he was in heaven. She fit him like a glove. She was made for him. If he thought her kisses were intoxicating it in no way compared to being inside her. Unable to resist, he nibbled at her lips. She tasted of cinnamon and spice. His favorite flavors.

  Now that he was seated inside her, and he didn’t feel his orgasm looming he took his time and thrust into her slowly. Her pants and groans were music to his ears. Her nails dug into his back, and her crossed ankles pulled him deeper into her, trying to set a pace. All their make-out sessions could not prepare him for what it was like to finally be inside her. And to think he almost lost this. He had been such an idiot.

  He took his time, kissing every inch of skin he could reach without dislodging himself, telling her how much he loved her and all the ways he wanted to make love to her. He was becoming a caveman, but he couldn’t help it. Catherine brought out something animalistic in him he hadn’t known existed. If he could control time and freeze this one moment forever he would, but his dick demanded release, but he wouldn’t until Catherine did first. She was close, he could feel it. Her thighs clenched around him holding him in a vise. She chanted his name, thrashed her head side to side. It spurred him on to keep moving deep inside of her. He felt like an idiot for waiting for long. She had been well worth the wait. He would have waited forever for her. She had been made for him and he for her.

  He wanted, no needed her to come around his dick. To see her face as she came. He was too close to coming and he didn’t want to finish without her. He reached between them and rubbed his thumb over her clit and thrust faster and deeper inside of her. Her lips opened into a silent O before she dug her nails into his back and screamed his name. Three thrusts later he buried his head between her neck and shoulder and bit down on the chord of her neck as he came. It was several moments before he could muster the energy to move off her and flop to his side.

  Catherine turned to her side to face him. He saw the beautiful flush that covered her from head to toe. He should say something sweet and flowery, it’s what all women liked to hear but at the moment he couldn’t think. All the blood had rushed from his head. Catherine didn’t appear to need any sweet words as she snuggled up to him. “I love you,” she mumbled before sleep claimed her. The blood that Charlie thought abandoned him came rushing back. Did she say she loved him then pass out? He almost shook her awake and made her repeat herself but refrained. When she said it again, he wanted her awake and not sexually dazed. He still had to tell her he was leaving tomorrow. He detested leaving Catherine now that they had made up but he had promised to help Midas, and he never broke a promise.

  Not wanting to leave her Charlie got up to dispose of the condom, and clean them both up. Catherine didn’t even stir when he cleaned her between the legs. He turned all the lights off in the house, and made sure it was locked up before returning to bed. He set his alarm a few hours before he would have to leave so he could tell Catherine he was leaving and have enough time to get back home, change, and pack. He wrapped an arm around her side and pulled her close. Catherine placed a hand over his heart, and he fell into a deep sleep.

  * * *

  The blaring of his alarm startled him awake causing him to shoot out of bed and look for an intruder. When he realized there was no threat and only his phone alarm, he turned it off and sat back down on the bed. Catherine groaned in protest at both the early wakeup call and losing body heat. “It’s too early to be up.”

  “It’s six in the morning.” That was hardly too early. He got up before this all the time. His body was trained to run off little to no sleep and still perform. He felt refreshed after a full night’s sleep with Catherine.

  “Why are you up at this unholy hour?” She still hadn’t bothered to open her eyes and her hair covered much of her face, but she was still a beautiful sight. He hated leaving her, but the sooner he left, the sooner he would come back to her.

  “Because I have to go out of town for a few days.” He watched her body go rigid, and she pushed her hair out of her eyes.

  “Are you going somewhere dangerous?” she cautiously asked.

  Even though it wasn’t a mission per say, the less she knew about it the better. “I can’t really talk about it.”

  Catherine sat up and looked him in the eye. “Be safe,” she was trying to put on a brave face for him, but he could see the sadness in her eyes.

  She was pulling back from him, and he wouldn’t stand for that. He pulled her close trying to ignore her nakedness but failing miserably. First he needed to set things right and then they could get to the loving. “This is what I do, Catherine. This is what I am. I warned you.”

  “I know,” she grumbled. “I just didn’t think I was going to lose you the first day after you told me.”

  “I had meant to tell you about it last night, but I got a little sidetrack.” His tone deepened as he recalled what distracted him and Catherine blushed.

  “Promise you’ll come back?” She winced as soon as the words left her mouth. “I know you can’t promise something like that.”

  Charlie stopped her rambling by kissing her. She climbed into his lap and held onto him by the back of his neck. His morning wood rubbed against her, and he was reminded they were both still naked, and all it would take would be to lift her a little, and he could be inside her again. “I will do everything in my power to always come back to you. I love you.”

  He k
issed her sweet lips when she stayed silent and she ground up against his erection in response. “Are you sore?”

  “No,” she answered quickly, and lifted herself up on her knees and brought herself back down over him.

  “Shit, Catherine we need a condom.” Fuck she felt good bare. She was still wet from the night before, and her walls closed around him like a tight glove. He hated latex, but he did not want an accidental pregnancy.

  Catherine reached back for the nightstand that held the condoms but couldn’t reach it. She arched her back and reached again but fell on the bed. Charlie fell with her but didn’t pull out of her. He gripped her hip in one hand and thrust deep and hard inside her. He knew he should be gentler with her. She hadn’t made love in a while, but he couldn’t stop himself and Catherine didn’t seem to mind either. Screw the condom. She wrapped her legs high around his waist and gripped his forearms as he plundered her. His head lowered and ravished her mouth with the same drive as her body. There wasn’t a part of her he didn’t touch. It was all-consuming. Catherine came quickly and a fierce chain-reaction caused Charlie to come. He pulled out just in the nick of time as cum shot across her belly. Catherine looked stunned between him and the puddle on her stomach. He lumbered to his feet and got the washcloth he had used last night and warmed it up before cleaning up his mess.

  “Should I even ask?” she asked with a pointed look.

  He wouldn’t apologize for what he had done. If given the chance he’d do it again. “I wanted to mark you in my own way. Besides I didn’t have a condom to come in so this was the best option.” He waved over her person.

  Catherine rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath what sounded like men.