by Kat T. Masen
I wanted more—his anger was only adding to the pleasure. Sliding my leg up and exposing my ass, he grabbed it tight. Leaning forward, he opened my drawer fumbling for something.
What would he need from my desk?
A ruler.
Exposing my ass, he gently slapped the ruler against my skin while he tugged on my nipples with his teeth. I arched my back, the balance between pleasure and pain overwhelming me. Holy shit, this was so fucking hot. He was spanking me for being naughty. I secretly got off on shit like this.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, you understand? You’re mine, and I’ll not share you with anyone.”
I felt the slap of the ruler again, slightly harder this time but even more pleasurable. It may have been dark, but it was impossible not to notice the fire raging in his eyes. This Alex was different, he was possessive, wild, and dirty, and I fucking loved it.
“Harder,” I moaned.
The sound echoed through the room, and I pulled his mouth onto mine to muffle the groan that I let out. He pulled his cock out with no time to waste and slid it inside me. I ached for him, every part of me ready to explode into a blissful orgasm.
“Now, every time you sit here, I want you to remember us and how we are right now. How I’m fucking you. How I am making you feel. How no one else has ever made you feel this way or will ever have the chance to make you feel this way. Nobody touches you but me. Only me…” he faded into a whisper.
I pulled him into me and bit on his shoulder while I rode it out. His body soon followed me as he shuddered, releasing his cum inside me. Our sweaty bodies held onto each other, unable to comprehend what had just happened here, on my desk, in my biology classroom.
I straightened up my dress and attempted to fix my hair as best I could. Alex zipped up his pants before leaning in, this time kissing me softly.
“No podemos estar separados, Charlotte, nunca. We cannot be apart, Charlotte, ever.”
There was clear desperation in his voice, pleading with me to feel what he felt. There was no doubt in my mind I felt exactly as he did. I understood, but I didn’t understand how it could ever be just him and me one day. I nodded before telling him I loved him. The moment was so overwhelming.
“Charlotte. This dress… your beauty… I can’t believe you’re mine.” His eyes never left me, the emerald green matching the shade of my dress.
“It’s my favorite color,” I added, still holding his gaze.
“Why, baby?” he asked, nibbling on my collarbone, distracting me from the question.
“It’s your eyes, Alex. They do something to me. I can’t explain. It’s almost like they’ve cast a spell on me. You must know that since you use them to lure me in anytime we’re within a foot of each other.”
He lifted his head to face me once again, his face serious. He looked like something was plaguing him, like something he needed to say was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t say a word until minutes later.
“You’re blonde,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “I like you as a brunette.”
“Thought I’d change it up a little. Why? Scared you won’t be able tell Samantha and me apart?”
Oh, my big fat fucking diarrhea mouth.
His cold stare made me nervous. It didn’t last long before his face softened. “I love you, baby, so fucking much I can no longer think straight. I can’t live this shitty double life anymore.”
He lifted my dress and took me one more time on my desk. This time slower, more agonizing, but it was there staring us both in the face—the love we had for each other. I wanted to ask what that meant, but he was inside me and this wasn’t a question and answer time. No, it was time to enjoy my man for a moment, enjoy his touch, and the weight of his body on mine.
Fifteen minutes later, we made our way out separately to the gymnasium. It was nearing the end of the night, and Kaley and Carter were nowhere to be seen. Thank fuck. The lights dimmed further for the final song of the night. I stood there dateless as Adriana came to me, dragging Alex with her.
“Okay, can you guys get along enough just to dance one song? Char, you’ll never forgive yourself for not having that final dance, even if it’s not with your Prince Charming.”
How ironic, I thought.
She quickly darted off into the arms of Elijah, who thankfully was at the opposite side of the room.
“Sister’s orders.” He smirked.
I reached for his hand as he pulled me in, trying his best not to smother me or allow our bodies to touch. The music played allowing me to think too much—about tonight, about us, about our future.
“Are you okay? You’re kinda limping,” he teased.
“Nice one. At least you don’t have cum dripping down your leg.”
“If I did, I’d want you on your knees licking it all up.”
Oh fuck, now it was worse. Why did this feeling not ease? We’d fucked twice already.
“Thanks. I think I just squirted more out after that comment.”
“Wow! You sure know how to make a prom dance romantic.”
I grinned and kept my mouth shut. It was time to enjoy the moment. This was the end of an era, time to move on and live life as a woman.
To new beginnings, I thought.
I watched the lights flickering against the Eiffel Tower, my mind lost in the lyrics that consumed me. There couldn’t have been a better moment to bring up the question that burned within me, the one question that would make or break us.
“Alex—”
“Shh… one day, my Charlotte, we’ll be in Paris dancing with everyone watching. I promise you, one day it will be our turn. I meant what I said in that room… we can’t be apart, Charlotte. Never.”
And so, in that moment, he promised me a life together, promised me the world.
I closed my eyes, imagining it was now, that people around us meant nothing, and we were free, free to show the world how much we loved each other and that nothing could tear us apart.
CHARLIE
Present
The ride back seems fast.
I checked the speedometer a few times, and he was way over the legal limit. When we got back to the property, it’s more than obvious Lex has an attitude with me. He told me he’s tired and headed to bed. I didn’t dare follow him. Instead, I sat on the porch knowing that I’m well and truly in the wrong. Yes, I am still hurt, but I have no right to trample all over his obviously hurt feelings even though I had no idea guys could be offended like that.
Somehow, I have to make this right, but the weight of tonight’s events feels enormous. I drag my sorry ass to bed and fall asleep just before sunrise.
I feel my body moving like I’m lying on a trampoline. What the hell is this dream about? It happens again, but this time I open my eyes. There’s jumping, and it’s waking me up from my deep slumber. I’m just about to yell when it dawns on me that it’s Will. No, it’s Rocky.
“Rocky, what the fuck?” I groan.
He’s standing on my bed jumping like a fucking four-year-old, except he is making moaning sounds and screaming my name.
“Rocky Romano, get the fuck off my bed!”
I’m beyond exhausted, but he continues jumping until I get up, pushing him off the bed.
“Are you kidding me? Plus, I don’t sound like that… moron.”
He stands up laughing as he walks out of the room scratching his ass.
I decide to have a quick shower to wake myself up, but a quick shower turns into a much longer one as I may have accidentally fallen asleep in there sitting on the floor. I finally get dressed and head to the kitchen.
The house is quiet, and I wonder what everyone is up to.
“Morning, Elijah. Where is everyone? Apart from gorilla over here,” I chastise, pointing to Rocky who’s doing the maze on the back of the cereal box. He lets out a big, “No,” when he realizes it’s a dead-end. Seriously, even Will could have done that with his eyes closed.
“Adriana and Nikki we
nt to the markets, and Lex and Will are playing on the beach.”
I quickly eat a piece of toast and head out to the beach. A few minutes later, I stand there by the bushes watching Lex play football with Will. He looks so content teaching Will how to kick, the laughter coming off them when Will tackles Lex. At that moment, my heart breaks a little.
Is this all my fault?
Yes, Lex left me, but I made it nearly impossible for him to find me again.
He did what was expected of him back then, and I acted like a spoiled teen annoyed that he chose someone else.
He’s different now, he truly is a man.
A wonderful man.
He has given me no reason at all not to trust him. So why do I still have this nagging feeling inside? Lex catches sight of me as I walk down to where they are playing.
“Hi, Cha Cha! Lex taught me how to tackle.”
“I can see. If you go pro, you will make your daddy a very happy man.”
He runs off to where the towels are to grab a drink. It gives us a moment together in which I have no idea what to say. I probably should start by saying sorry since I’m in the wrong.
“Lex, about last night—”
“Nothing left to be said, Charlie. You made your feelings perfectly clear. I’m giving you space and time. I’m not pushing you anymore.”
“You called me Charlie…”
“That’s what everyone else calls you. I’m like everybody else, just a friend,” he answers in an uninviting tone.
The words hurt.
No, he isn’t pushing me, but why all of a sudden do I want to be pushed?
Why do I want him to tell me I’m his and only his?
And most importantly, why do I crave for him to call me Charlotte.
Lex Edwards will never be like everyone else.
Will interrupts us asking to go into the water. I agree, stripping off my clothes wearing only a white ruffled bikini. I catch Lex looking me up and down, admitting it feels nice that he can’t completely ignore me.
We jump into the waves. Will is having the time of his life. Lex piggybacks him, taking him a little further out, which makes me slightly nervous, but there are lifeguards about, so I stop worrying about it. An hour later we decide to head back for lunch. I’m seriously exhausted. I can’t shake this tired feeling and know I’ll have to sneak in a ‘nana nap’ sometime today.
Back at the house we jump into the pool while Elijah grills some burgers. Rocky’s having swimming races with Will. Nikki and Adriana came back from the markets showing off their new sun hats. I swear it’s a hilarious sight, especially because the hats are bigger than the planet Jupiter.
Lex has left, to where I’m not sure.
After lunch, I feel extremely drowsy, so I decide to head to my room to take a nap. I doze off almost instantly only to be awaken by Nikki. It’s a little after four when she wakes me.
“Charlie, are you feeling okay?”
I mumble something then open my eyes. “Yeah, just barely any sleep the past two nights.”
“Plus, I think you may have sunstroke.” She scowls, pulling my tank top aside.
Amid this morning’s mayhem, I forgot to put sunblock on. I groan at the sight of the redness. Hopefully, with an overdose of aloe vera I’ll tan over.
“Is Lex back yet, from wherever he went?”
“Yes, he is. He’s in his room,” she tells me before walking out.
I grab the aloe vera and walk over to his room. Knocking on his door, he answers to come in. I open the door gently and find him sitting up in bed with his laptop.
“You have a minute?” I ask with hesitation in my voice.
He closes his laptop, placing it on the nightstand. This distance thing is as wide as the Grand Canyon, and it’s driving me crazy, but I can’t jump him, not after he thinks I’m just using him for sex.
“Working while on vacation?”
“Yes, sadly there are certain matters that need to be taken care of.” He sounds cold, not the loveable, playful Lex from yesterday.
It pains me that I’ve caused this. He has climbed back into that cold, lonely shell Adriana said he was living in for years before I came back.
“I need a favor,” I ask, trying to lighten the mood. “As you can see my back is burned to a crisp. The girls are out, and well… I don’t want to ask Rocky with his lady hands to help me. Would you mind?”
I hold out the bottle, watching him wrestle with the decision, but eventually, he takes the bottle and pats for me to sit down in front of him. I take a seat, removing my tank top revealing just my bikini top. My skin burns like it’s on fire, and as soon as the cream touches me, I yelp at the coolness.
Closing my eyes, I focus on his touch. “Lex…” I turn around to face him.
He places the lid on the bottle and gazes into my eyes, distant, and I fucking hate myself for making him feel like this.
“Please listen to me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. I don’t even mean half of it. I…” I scramble my words, unable to relay what I need to say. “I’m trying so hard here, Lex. Yes, I want you physically, but there’s so much more. You aren’t just someone I picked up off the street and fucked, so no, I don’t only want you for that. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I just need—”
“Time, I get it.”
He jumps off the bed and announces he’s going to help Elijah in the kitchen.
***
“Rocky, where on earth do you find these jokes?” Adriana cringes while asking the question.
We are sitting on the beach with a bonfire, and Rocky as usual, is making us all laugh with his crude jokes. Thank God, Will chose to stay at a friend’s house next door because Rocky holds nothing back. Zero filter when it comes to that man.
“I don’t know… somewhere online.”
“Oh, that’s right. The one you put on there the other day was so gross.”
“You liked the status,” he roars, calling Adriana out.
We all laugh, but I can’t help but notice how quiet Lex is.
“Dude, are you on Facebook?” Rocky turns to Lex.
“No, I don’t really have time for that stuff.”
“But what about all the hotties in high school? Ya gotta give Charlie a run for her money.”
I sit here silently waiting for him to respond to Rocky’s question. I’d be surprised if no one else notices the tension between us.
“The girls in my high school were nothing special. The ones in college, no better,” he mumbles.
“Then why did you marry Samantha?” I blurt out.
His stare shifts toward me, smoldering with resentment. This isn’t the discussion to be having at the bonfire in front of everyone, but I never knew the whole story and now I want to know.
He drops his eyes to the group. “I thought I loved her.”
“How long were you guys married?” Nikki questions, her sudden calm demeanor toward him catching me by surprise.
“Married for a year and a half. Together for three years.”
“How did you propose?”
I turn to face Nikki, shooting her daggers for the intrusive questions despite my curiosity piquing. Staring blankly at the fire, Lex remains silent. He isn’t the type of person to open up about his feelings, so I expect him to tell her to mind her own business.
“She loved animals. She wanted to study to be a veterinarian, but her father disagreed, so he made her study business. A friend of mine knew the owner of the San Diego Zoo. We planned a weekend away, and I organized a private viewing. Her favorite animal was the sloth. We went to the area where they were located, and she was in awe with a baby sloth. It was friendly, and the zookeeper allowed her to hold it. She was happy, but asked why the sloth had to wear a collar if it was in a monitored habitat. She undid the collar, and low and behold, the ring box was attached. I got down on my knee, and the rest is history.”
“Dude, that’s one rockin’ proposal,” Rocky cheers.
; “Yes, only marginally better than proposing when your girlfriend is riding you in the back of your truck?” Nikki chastises.
“Well, you said yes. Can’t have been all that bad.” Rocky winks.
It was a beautiful story even though my heart sinks right to the bottom of the ocean as he tells it. Unable to handle my emotions and where they are heading, I excuse myself and walk back to the house.
I find my keys, license, and jacket, then I walk to the front of the house where my bike is parked. The helmets sit on the handlebars, so I grab one, placing the other on the porch and walk back to my bike, jumping on.
The sound of the engine roaring is enough to soothe me. As I adjust my helmet, arms wrap around me. Without turning around, my heart sinks deeper knowing it’s him.
In my rear-view mirror, he has already placed the spare helmet on. With his arms wrapped tight around me, I drive off, choosing another beach to visit and not last night’s location.
The speed is ticking over, my anger spiking as the speed is well above the legal limit. Taking a sharp turn, I pull into the beach and stop the bike, abruptly jumping off and ferociously removing my helmet.
“Why the fuck did you get on the bike?” I shout at him.
“Charlotte, please. I’m—”
“No, Lex,” I interrupt, pointing my finger at him. “I’m done! I’m so tired. I can’t play this game anymore. It’s too tiring. Things with Jul…” I trail off not wanting to go there.
“What are you going to say about Julian? Is that what it’s come down to now? You can’t handle us, so you pick Julian?”
“Lex, we’re too complicated.”
“And so because it isn’t with him, you think that’s love?”
“I never said that.”
“Well, Charlotte… I. Fucking. Love. You,” he yells, raising his hands into the air. “I’ve always loved you. You know, you have hurt me, too, and here I am trying to fight for us even though you keep pushing me away. You tell me it’s between him and me. Well, here I am. Say it once and for all to my face, and I swear if you choose him I’ll walk away. You’ll never have to see me ever again.”