“Look at the three of you,” I grinned. “All of you experts on babies, yet none of you know a thing about weddings.” Eric tossed his chip at me, nailing me right in the forehead. “Ow. That was a little unnecessary.”
“So was your comment.”
Kat picked up some popcorn out of the bowl, popping it in her mouth. “So, what’s going on with Charlie? Any headway there?”
Robert choked on his drink and Eric had to slap him on the back. “You alright, man?”
“Yeah, just…went down the wrong pipe.”
What the hell was wrong with my brothers? They were all acting so weird. I shook my head and glanced back at Kat. “I don’t know. Last time we met was over a week ago. Radio silence since then.”
“Well, did you call?” she asked.
“I’m trying something new, trying to take things slow.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “There’s a difference between slow and not calling.”
“Hey, don’t pressure the guy. If he doesn’t want to call Charlie, he doesn’t have to,” Eric said. “Besides, this is a new situation for him. Give him a break.”
“How do you figure?” Kat asked. “It’s dating.”
“It’s so much more than dating,” Robert muttered under his breath.
“Alright, what the hell is with you guys? Is it really so inconceivable that I would want a relationship instead of a one night stand?”
“But that’s exactly what you’re doing,” Joe pointed out. “You’re trying to make a relationship out of a one night stand, just like Eric did.”
“And look at how that turned out for him,” I shot back.
“I’m just saying, this is new. Don’t rush it.”
“Maybe you should send an invite to poker night,” Anna suggested.
“Yeah, Charlie can hang out with us and we can talk you up,” Kat grinned.
“I can’t. I don’t know you,” Carly said. “But it would still be fun.”
“Why would Charlie hang out with you guys?” Robert asked in confusion.
“Because it would be weird otherwise,” Kat said slowly.
“Shouldn’t…” Eric cleared his throat, stretching his neck. “I just thought we would get to know Charlie first.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted. “I’m not bringing Charlie around until this is actually going somewhere. I think this could be something really special and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“Aww, look at our Will, all grown up,” Kat grinned.
I flipped her off, getting another chip to the forehead for my trouble.
* * *
Taking a deep breath, I pressed her number and waited for her to answer. It went to voicemail again, the same as it had the last two times I tried to call her. What the hell was going on? I couldn’t stand not knowing, and I was getting some damn answers.
I drove over to her apartment and banged on the door, waiting impatiently for her to answer. When the door swung open, the shock on her face made me really pissed off.
“So, is there a reason you’re ignoring my calls?” I asked, shoving past her into her apartment.
“Um…can we not do this right now?”
“Why? You got what you want from me and that’s it? No phone call to tell me it’s over?”
“Would you keep your voice down,” she hissed. “My son is in the other room.”
I took a minute to compose myself and then tried again. “Look, I get that you don’t want some relationship or anything, but we had something good and then you just walked out on me.”
“As I recall, you threw me out.”
“I did not,” I said incredulously. “You had to get to work. I was being considerate, because of what you told me about people overstaying their welcome.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Why not?”
“Because…because…”
“Because what?”
“Because I’m not having sex right now,” she huffed out. “There, are you happy?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “And why aren’t you having sex?”
She glanced down the hallway and then looked back at me. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just not, and if I talked to you, I would want to have sex with you. Are you happy?”
“No, because that means I’ve been fucked up over this for absolutely no reason.”
“I just told you the reason.”
“Yeah? Give me the real reason. Explain this sudden abstinence.”
She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to the guy that’s had a hard-on for the past week,” I grumbled.
She stalked down the hallway to what I assumed was her son’s room and then came back. “He’s asleep.”
“Does that mean we’re having sex?”
“No, that doesn’t mean we’re having sex,” she snapped.
“And give me one good reason why not,” I said, stepping right up to her. God, I was so hard already. I just wanted to be inside her. She took a deep breath and her breasts pushed up against my chest. I groaned and slid my hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “What was that reason?” I murmured.
Her breath hitched and she pressed her hands to my chest, not pushing me away. “I…I…”
“I…what?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes hooded with desire as she stared at me. I could practically hear her panting as she bumped her hips up against me. “I made a bet.”
“With who?”
“Nathan.”
I raised an eyebrow. I did not like the sound of that. “Why would you make a bet with him?”
“It was a bet to see who could go the longest without sex.”
“That’s easy. I’m already there,” I said, smashing my lips against hers. She kissed me back, threading her fingers through my hair as she pressed her body against mine.
Then she pulled back suddenly, shaking her head. “No, we can’t do this.”
“What, because of a bet? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I never make a bet I can’t win.”
“Well, you’re gonna lose this bet. My cock is hard and I’ve been dying to be inside your pussy all week.”
“No,” she said, taking another step back. “I’m not giving in.”
“Is this really because of the bet? Or is this to prove that you don’t actually want me as much as you do? Which we both know is a lie.”
Her breathing was erratic. Her breasts were heaving with every breath she took. It was clear that she wanted me, but it was also clear that she didn’t want to give in. I grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch.
“What are the rules?”
“No sex. No masturbating, no phone sex.”
I nodded. “I think we can bend the rules a little.”
“No, I can’t do anything.”
“Do you trust me?”
“What?” she asked, her head shaking slightly.
“Just lay back and let me take care of the rest. There’s just one rule so that you don’t lose your bet.”
“What’s that?”
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “No matter what I say or do, you can’t touch yourself.”
I sat down on the couch beside her, turning my body to face hers. She stared at me, her gaze trained in on my lips. I licked them slightly, grinning when I saw her reaction.
“Do you know how hard I am for you?” She shook her head. “Let me show you.”
I slowly pulled off my shirt, letting her see every flexing muscle. Then I slid my hand down over my cock and rubbed slightly, groaning as I imagined her body humping mine.
“God, I would give anything to have you rubbing that sweet pussy over me right now.”
I undid my pants and pushed them down my hips. Fisting my cock, I groaned and watched as her eyes took in my every move.
“Do you like watching me? Do you like thinking about my cock sliding inside your soaking wet pussy?” She b
it her lip and nodded. “Don’t touch yourself,” I whispered. My eyes slid down from her face to her tits. I could see her nipples poking out through her shirt. “Can you feel my tongue all over your tits? My teeth scraping against those tight buds?”
She groaned and her hand started to slide over her body. I snatched her hand, the precum from my cock still on my hand.
“Do you feel my cum? This is what you do to me. I want to tear your clothes off and spread your legs, taste that sweet cream you keep just for me.” I moved so I was hovering over her body, my lips just inches from her neck. I let my hot breath fan out over his skin as I whispered to her.
“God, I want to taste you, to lick your skin and taste the salt all over my tongue.” I slid a little lower, letting my lips hover just over her nipple. I licked out like I was going to taste her, but stopped just short of touching her. My eyes flicked to hers and I grinned wickedly. Her eyes were heated and her chest started heaving. If only I could touch her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groaned as I moved even lower, skimming my nose just over her belly. I figured my nose touching her couldn’t be considered sex in any way. And then I was between her spread legs, sniffing her delicious scent. “Do you know what you do to me? How you drive me crazy?” I murmured, just barely letting the tip of my nose skate across her pussy. “You make me want things…you make me want to keep you in bed all day, fucking you and making you come all over my face.”
Her hips bucked up toward me, so I moved away, not wanting to break my promise to her over this stupid bet. I knelt in front of her and took my cock in my hand as I stared at the apex of her thighs, imagining what it would look like if she was bare to me.
I started jerking my cock as I watched her whole body start to shake. She was so turned on. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. “Can you feel my lips on you? Can you feel me fucking your cunt with my tongue? And when I’m done tasting you, I’ll shove my hard cock inside you, fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. I’ll pound that pussy until you’re fucking raw.”
My hand was pounding my dick. I hadn’t jacked off like this in years. But her watching me was such a turn on. I was panting hard, my release just on the edge. I kept talking dirty to her, telling her all about how I was going to take her, fuck her, and make her beg for my cock. Her legs started shaking and then she squeezed her thighs together, catching my body between her legs, moaning and calling out my name. I came hard, squeezing my cum into my hand.
I sat there panting, grinning when I saw her whole body start to relax. I leaned forward and pushed her hair back behind her ear. “See? I didn’t touch you and you didn’t touch you. Technically, no sex.”
I kissed her on the cheek, pulled up my pants, and headed for the door. I grinned the whole drive home and slept like a baby that night.
Charlie
I felt guilty going into work the next day. I felt like everyone could tell that I had sex last night. Well, technically, I didn’t have sex. It was like a wet dream, except I was awake. And there was another person in the room. And he was pushing me toward an orgasm, but I digress, I did not have sex.
I ran into the locker room, hoping to start my day without running into Nathan. I wasn’t sure if I could withstand the torture of his interrogation. I would snap like a twig. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail holder and pulled on my white coat, then slammed the locker door shut. I was just headed to the door when it suddenly swung open. I stepped back in surprise and then immediately blushed when I saw Nathan standing there.
He narrowed his accusing eyes at me and crossed his arms over his chest. “You had sex.”
“I did not,” I said fiercely, my eyes wide.
“You’re blushing, and I just walked in the room.”
I shook my head, refusing to give in. “I did not have sex.”
“Prove it.”
My jaw dropped. “How the hell am I supposed to prove it? Do you want me to drop my pants for inspection?”
He smirked. “I wouldn’t be opposed to inspecting you.”
“Well, it’s not gonna happen.”
“He came over last night, didn’t he?”
“Maybe,” I spluttered, “but that doesn’t mean I had sex.”
“Did he touch you?”
I thought back to the way he grabbed me and pulled me up against him, but that didn’t count. That wasn’t sex.
“No.”
“You hesitated.”
“I was making sure my answer was correct.”
“And you had to think about it? No, he definitely touched you. The question is, where did he touch you?”
“He only grabbed my hips.”
“Ah ha! So, he did touch you.”
“It was only the one time,” I shouted. And then I remembered the way his hand grabbed mine, covered in his cum as he tried to keep me from breaking my promise. “And he touched my hand.”
“Was your hand in your panties?” he whispered.
“No.”
“Did you feel yourself up?”
“No,” I grinned.
“But he was there, whispering dirty things to you,” he smirked.
My jaw dropped. How the hell did he know that? Was I really that transparent? “I didn’t touch myself or him. I in no way had sex.”
“But you came.”
“I…” I tried desperately to come up with something to say, but I had nothing. “You never said anything about wet dreams.”
“You said he was there with you,” he accused.
“Alright, well, I may have been awake, but I didn’t touch myself.”
“Did he touch himself?”
“Maybe.”
“Then it’s sex.”
“Watching doesn’t count.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I guess I should have been more specific with the rules. Does that mean that I can come over and jack off with you beside me?”
“You could, but then you’d lose the bet.”
“I think that’s a bet worth losing.” He took a step back and smirked. “But, since I’ve lost you to the baseball player, I guess I’ll have to go on being celibate until you eventually give in and fuck the man again. Then I’ll get my baseball game.”
“I won’t lose, you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a woman and I don’t need sex like you do.”
“You forget that I’ve had sex with you. I know what you like and how often you need it.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to see who gives in from here.”
I shoved past him, ready to get out of there before I blurted out how last night was the most sensual and orgasmic experience of my life.
“Oh, and Charlie, next time he makes you come just from talking dirty to you, you lose.”
I glared at him and walked out the door. I would not lose the bet. I was strong. I didn’t need a man or sex. I was strong and he could kiss my ass.
* * *
When I pulled up to my apartment that night, I was shocked to see Will already standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against my building. I slammed the car door and walked over to him, my body immediately heating with need.
“What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a guy swing by to give an orgasm?”
I cocked my head to the side and smirked. “He could, if the girl wasn’t currently celibate.”
“How long exactly is this bet going to last?”
I sighed, “I don’t know.”
“What do you win if you hold out the longest?”
“Nathan will take me to see My Fair Lady.”
He nodded slightly, his tongue slipping out to slowly roam over his bottom lip. I watched with rapt attention, my pussy slickening as I watched and imagined that tongue on me.
“And if he wins?”
“I have to convince you to take him to a baseball game.”
His eyes gleamed with humor. He pushed off the building and
stalked toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist as he pulled me against him. “So, if I want to fuck you again I need to take you to see My Fair Lady, and I need to take your sex toy to a baseball game.”
“He’s not my sex toy.”
He smirked. “I can do that.”
“What?”
“I’ll take you to the theater and take him to a game.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked breathlessly, just inches from his lips. God, I wanted him so much.
“So I can fuck you whenever the hell I want,” he said, just before crashing his lips down on mine. My hands immediately slid into his hair and I kissed him like I was starving for his touch. I had never wanted a man the way I wanted him. What he did to me last night had been so erotic, and with my kid in the other room, I couldn’t believe I had actually done it.
He pulled back, lust burning bright in his eyes. “So, are we going upstairs to fuck or am I walking away?”
Fuck the bet. I wanted him in my bed. “Upstairs to fuck.”
* * *
I slipped his t-shirt on and grinned at him as he laid in my bed, his head resting in his hand as he propped himself up with his elbow.
“You look fucking sexy in my shirt.”
“Yeah?” I made a point of bending over and letting the shirt ride up as I picked up my panties off the floor. I realized as I snatched them that I couldn’t actually wear them again. They were soaked from him teasing me before he took me to bed. I heard a strangled moan from behind me and then I felt one thick finger slide through my folds as I was bent over.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, sliding his finger into my pussy. I gasped and planted my hands on the floor, trying not to fall over. He fingered me, pushing his finger in and out, but then I felt his cock sliding through my folds before pushing inside. His hands gripped my hips as he pulled out and then slammed back inside. I jerked forward, almost falling, but he kept a tight grip on me.
“You like playing with me?” he grumbled. “You like to tempt me with your pussy?”
“You know you like it,” I panted as he withdrew and slammed inside me again. I was so wet. I could feel his balls slap against my clit with every thrust. I moaned when he started fucking me harder. I started grinding back against him, pushing my ass back against his hips.
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