“Sounds shitty.”
“You have no idea, stoners have no boundaries. Once I walked into the bathroom and one of them was beating off right into the sink.”
James choked on his noodles. “That sink I just touched?”
“Yeah but don’t worry, I bleached it afterward.”
James was pale. “What happened with the guy?”
“Absolutely nothing, he kept right on jerking and I had to leave. I tried to bring it up later and he just said ‘what happens in the sink stays in the sink.’ Which turned out to be literally tru—”
James made a retching noise and pressed a hand to her mouth. Charlie licked his palm and he withdrew.
“You asked, Hunter.”
“I didn’t ask to hear that.” James wiped his hand on his jeans. “Why don’t you move out?”
Charlie shrugged. “I can’t afford anywhere else right now.”
“You could stay with Sophia.”
“She’s got her hands so full with the wedding, I couldn’t impose myself on her like that.”
James glowered into his food. Clearly Sophia’s wedding was a conversation he wanted to avoid.
“Anyway. Sorry about the pot smell, it’s not mine, but we’re meant to be asking each other questions.”
James grinned. “You ever get high, Blue Eyes?”
“I thought I did once but I wasn’t inhaling. When I tried to do it properly I almost died. You?”
“A little, but I played football in college and it stopped me goin’ too wild. You into football?”
“Not American football, I get thrown off by all the shoulder pads. I like Australian Rules though. What’s your family like?”
“Mom and dad. Two brothers, two sisters.”
This isn’t a conversation, Bell, it’s a verbal tennis match.
“Does your dad wear a white suit and one of those string ties?”
“I think you’re confusing my daddy with Colonel Sander’s, darlin’. You’re close with your family, right?”
“Really close. I talk to them a few times a week, make sure my accent doesn’t go wonky. My sister Tess lived in London for two years and when she came home she had these horrible British inflections.”
“Right.” James spun his empty bowl around on the counter. No response, no anecdotes of his own.
“So what’s your job exactly? All I know is that you wear a suit.”
“I’m the Director of Operations for a livestock exporting company, something I’m guessin’ you wouldn’t be crazy about, Blue-Eyes?”
She gave him a winning smile. “Hey, I didn’t become a vegan to make everyone feel bad. That’s what global warming’s for.”
James snorted. “Well my job isn’t all touchy-feely, runnin’ in the park like yours. It’s a lot of paperwork, a lot of meetings.”
“Do you like it?”
He shrugged, more than a little animosity in the gesture. Suddenly he hauled himself to his feet, collected both their empty bowls and grabbed another beer from the fridge. He popped it open and leant against the counter with a languorous smile that made her stomach flutter. “Ever done anal, Blue-Eyes?”
Of course he would bring the conversation back to sex. Charlie felt herself blush as she shook her head. “I’ve thought about trying it. Maybe. If you’re interested?”
He gave her a sly smile. “You want me to be your first?”
“Urgh, it’s bad enough men have one virginity to gloat over without adding another.”
James took a deep swallow of beer. “How did you lose your virginity?”
Charlie pressed her hands to her mouth. “With you, James. Oh God, I wasn’t meant to say anything.” He scowled and the tension eased a little. “Back of a Holden commodore with The Foo Fighters on the radio. He couldn’t get it in for ages.”
“That’s pretty terrible, sweetheart.”
“Hey, we were seventeen. What about you?”
James grimaced and her imagination went wild. Was it a friend’s sister? A lingerie model? Two lingerie models? But James didn’t elaborate.
“I was a little younger. Anyway, sweetheart, the answer’s ‘sure I’ll take your tight little virgin ass’.”
Charlie felt her palms coat themselves in sweat. “Uh, I don’t mean tonight or anything, I think that’s an event you have to…prepare for.”
James leaned forward and tangled a hand through her hair. “Okay, not tonight. Do you want to play a little game with me instead?”
“What kind of game?” Charlie didn’t know why she bothered asking. Whatever it was, she was going to do it. James grinned, the sly crooked smile turning her stomach to liquid. He really did have beautiful eyes. Green with amber flecks, lashes as long as her arm. His hair was blond but his lashes were so black. How? She was staring now. She had to stop staring.
“How about you put on something pretty and meet me back here?”
“When I do come back, what will happen?”
James came closer, their foreheads were almost touching. “You’re gonna push me away, Charlotte. You’re gonna let me talk you into bed even though you’re a good little girl who never does anything of the sort.”
“Strangers?”
James nodded. “You remember your safe-word?”
“Red.”
He kissed her. It was short and almost unbearably sweet.
“Good, now get changed. I wanna see what I bought for you.”
Charlie hesitated. It was one thing to model gorgeous clothes in a well-lit underwear store but what if he thought she looked like a troll doll in a bikini?
James pulled her closer, face set in a dangerous sneer. “I’m not asking, darlin, I’m telling. The big dirty man wants to see your body and you’re gonna do what he says. So put on something sexy and get back here. Fast.”
She walked toward her bedroom with legs that felt like jelly. Rummaging through her lingerie she found what she was looking for, ruffled cream panties and a sheer babydoll negligee that cupped her breasts and flowed down to her hips like the world’s most inappropriate dress. Figuring she’d go all out, she applied lipstick and mascara and slipped on her black Mary Jane shoes. She inspected herself quickly in the mirror.
Nothing like a troll doll. Good.
When she emerged into the kitchen, James’ mouth flattened into a straight line. He beckoned her closer, eyes cataloguing every detail. As much as Charlie wanted his mouth to fall open, she’d learned that the more potent James’ reaction to her body the more it looked like anger. When he’d opened the door to find her in stripper clothes, he looked like he wanted to punch a hole in the wall. She walked slowly up to her counter, avoiding his eyes. She didn’t have to fake her intimidation. Just the scent of his cologne was enough to make her feel lightheaded. She still didn’t know what it was called, she needed to find out soon. Why? So you can buy a bottle and give it to your next boyfriend?
A large finger brushed its way up her forearm. “You’re real pretty, sweetheart.” James voice was sticky-sweet.
Charlie decided to act as though they were in a bar. She was getting hit on in a bar by a man so beautiful he just had to be trouble. That wasn’t too hard to imagine. “Thanks.” She looked away pointedly. His fingertips slid up to her shoulder and at this point in any legitimate bar she would have walked away. Here the queasy feeling of being preyed upon flooded into her system accompanied as always, by excitement.
“How ’bout you let me take you home?” His eyes flicked over her cleavage, her hair, her mouth.
A familiar kick of submission rose inside her and Charlie longed to say yes. “Um, no thanks.”
“C’mon, darlin’, even a cute little thing like you has to have needs.”
He slid a hand over her hip and she jerked out of his grip. She liked this feeling of him fully dressed, her half naked. It made her feel vulnerable, hyper-feminine to his masculine. “I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“Is that right, sweetheart?” He arched an eyebrow. Clearly he liked the
idea. “Mustn’t be a smart boyfriend, leaving a girl like you here all alone.”
His hands trailed across her collarbone and Charlie shivered. This man was different from James, coldness radiated from him, making his beautiful features cruel.
“Lemme guess. Nice job, nice hair. Likes having a hot little piece like you to show off to all his nice friends. Fucks you every Friday night. You on top doin’ all the work?”
Memories of Dale crashed through her head like a freight train. “I like being on top.” She was trying for feisty but it came out sounding all uncertain.
The man who looked like James smiled his shark-like smile. “You sure, sweetheart? You look like someone who likes it deep, from behind.”
Excitement flared in Charlie’s stomach. “That’s really not your business.”
The stranger leaned forward. “Your man ever make you come, sweetheart?”
“I—what?”
He extended an arm on either side of her body, bracing on the counter behind her. “This boyfriend of yours, he eat pussy?”
Charlie felt her cheeks burn red as the stranger leaned in close, so close she could count each of his lashes.
“Come home with me and I’ll tongue you till you can’t stand, lick every inch of you until you’re begging me to stop.”
Her insides squirmed. “I don’t cheat,” she whispered, unable to take her attention from his mouth.
The stranger laughed. “It’s not cheating to take a peach like you away from some ungrateful prick.” His callused hands whispered down her breasts, crackling on the silky material. “Look at this body, all primed and ready, aching for someone to take care of it.”
The stranger pulled down the delicate material, exposing her nipples. They were taut from rubbing against the gauze, hard as diamonds.
“Stop.”.
The stranger nuzzled her sensitive flesh. “Just let it happen, sweet thing.”
“No,” she gasped, feeling his hot breath wash over her.
“Just let me suck them, sweetheart, that’s all.”
Without waiting for a response he drew her nipple into his mouth, his hand rising up to caress the other. Wet heat spread across her chest and Charlie’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh, please, stop.” The feel of his stubble against her sensitive flesh almost more than she could take.
The stranger pulled away, mouth damp, eyes burning. “You sure you haven’t changed your mind, pretty girl?”
“I-I can’t go home with you.”
“Okay, well how about we just stay here?” His hands trailed down her midriff, parting the front of the negligee and exposing her silk panties. He groaned softly. “These look perfect on you, sweetheart. Innocent but sexy as hell, hugging that little cunt so tight they could take your pulse.” He cupped her pussy and made a gasping, greedy sound. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. You must hurt between your legs you’re so wet.” The stranger dragged a fingertip along her silk-covered pussy.
“Please, stop, I don’t—I can’t.”
The man’s eyes were like whirlpools sucking her down. “Just let me stroke you, baby. That’s all, I promise.” He tugged the material aside and slid a finger into her aching cunt. Charlie’s mind went blank.
“Oh yeah, girl, you are ready for me.”
He added another finger and after a few shallow thrusts, a third.
“So good.” Charlie sighed and the man chuckled against her neck.
“That’s right, honey, nice and thick.”
His fingers hooked inside her and he began pumping, brushing that throbbing place with quick, merciless strokes. He was rough, much rougher than she was used to. She gripped his biceps, trying to force his arm away.
“Please, stop.”
The man laughed and fucked her even harder with his fingers, his broad thumb reaching forward to brush her clit.
Oh my God.
“That feels good, don’t it, darlin’? Though I’m wondering if your tight little cunt will even take my dick. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
Charlie moaned. There was violence in this act. The way her panties were pushed to one side as his thick fingers prepared her for his cock. The thought made her abdomen seize up.
“That’s it, baby, gush,” he muttered, his breath hot in her ear. “Come all over my hand.”
Her skin tightened as her cunt rippled around him. The shock of orgasm was so strong Charlie’s feet gave way but the stranger lifted her like a rag doll and placed her on the cool bench top. He resumed stroking her cunt, a glazed look in his eyes.
“Spread your legs, sweet thing. I wanna taste you ’fore I fuck you.”
“No. Please, my boyfriend…”
The stranger pulled out of her pussy, wiping his fingers on his jeans. His jaw was tight. “Your boyfriend’s not here, princess. I am.”
“No, no, no.”
The stranger’s eyes went black. “Fine then, we’ll do it the hard way.” He yanked her thighs open and quick as lightning pushed his mouth against her silk-covered pussy.
Charlie squealed and pushed against his big shoulders but the man didn’t budge an inch. With his teeth he drew the damp material of her thong aside and slid his tongue between her legs.
“Oh God,” Charlie moaned. “Oh my fucking God.”
He felt like heaven, like sunshine and rainbows made liquid and she gave up all resistance. Her second climax wasn’t a blossoming crescendo like the first. The man sucked her clit mercilessly, creating sharp jabs of stimulation so intense they were almost pain. He licked her until she forced his forehead away, collapsing back onto the counter with an astonished sigh. The stranger stood up slowly, trailing his hands down her bare thighs. He was impossibly tall, impossibly large. His bright hazel eyes were menacing.
“Take your panties off.” Charlie shook her head. She tried to wriggle off the bench but the stranger pinned her in place with his hands. There was no trace of humor in his eyes. “We’re not done here, darlin’.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Thank you for…that. But I have to go.”
Still holding her legs open the man wedged his hips between hers. He’d freed his cock, she could feel hot skin pressed against her pussy.
“I don’t want to get mean with you, darlin’…” He grinned in a way that suggested he loved getting mean. “But unless you want your boyfriend to find out about the tongue bath I just gave your pretty little cunt, this ain’t over.”
Charlie’s breath hitched. “You told me you just wanted to touch me.”
The stranger laughed as though she was the most naive thing he’d ever seen. “I lied, honey.”
“You can’t…”
“I can’t what? Can’t go to your man with your pussy all over my hands and my face and tell him you rubbed yourself off on me like a bitch in heat? You think I can’t do that?”
Arousal bloomed anew between Charlie’s legs. “Please don’t.”
He gave her an arrogant smile. “You gonna give up that pussy like a good girl?”
She nodded.
“Then this can be our little secret. Give me what I want, sweet thing, and your man won’t be any the wiser. Now hold still, princess.”
A fist collected her sodden panties and tore them wide-open. Charlie felt a twinge of regret. They were cute.
A condom packet was also ripped open, the movement so sudden she gasped.
The stranger glared at her. “You don’t let me get this on, I’m gonna fuck you bare, sweetheart. And it’s all I can think about, so don’t fucking push me.”
“Okay,” Charlie whispered and watched him roll the condom down. He drew the head of his cock up and down her sensitive lips and she cried out in what she hoped sounded like aversion.
The stranger smirked. “Don’t act coy, I can feel you shudderin’ around me.” He eased the tip of his cock inside her swollen pussy and Charlie’s tortured flesh contracted. With a groan he slid deeper. “Christ, you feel good, how’s it for you?”
“It’s
too big, it hurts,” she whimpered.
“Kinda makes you wonder what your boyfriend’s packing, huh?” He laughed as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his rock-hard chest. He returned his hands to her hips. “Your cunt’s like butter, sweetheart. I could go balls-deep and you’d just take it, wouldn’t you?”
She shook her head, so he did it to spite her. The sudden sensation was unbelievable, it was like he was stroking every nerve ending in her pussy at once. He pulled out, then surged forward again, bringing their chests together, his raw and flexing, hers still covered in scraps of silk and lace. She was so exposed this way, her legs wide, the babydoll fluttering around her hips. The denim of his black jeans scraped her inner thighs as he fucked into her, heightening the brutish sensation of being taken. Forced.
Charlie reached up and yanked a fistful of his thick blond hair and the stranger groaned and worked his hips harder.
“That’s it, girl, fight me. Make that cunt tighter.” He tugged his jeans further down his thighs, exposing the flexing hip muscles that led to his groin. Charlie bit down on her lip. “Tell me you want this.” His hips slammed into hers, a raging tide striking the ocean shore. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” she gasped. “I can’t help it, I want you so bad.”
He drove harder, working in fast, deliberate strokes designed to bring her to the edge. “Come on, honey, do it. Come on my cock.”
“I can’t—too much.” She hovered in the red zone, too raw to come again but unable to fight the tide.
“Do it. Just look at me and do it.”
Charlie opened her eyes just a sliver and saw James’ gorgeous features twisted in pain. He was delaying his own release, waiting for her to make it. The knowledge that it was him playing this game with her made her cunt throb and her nails dig down.
“James, James, James.”
“That’s right, baby,” he muttered into her neck. “It’s me fucking you.”
Charlie sighed and let the waves come crashing over her head. Orgasming again was like drowning in hot syrup and being simultaneously stuck full of pins. Her body thrashed and arched and tore into his perfect golden skin just to prove he was real, that this was all real. She felt his sweat slick across her abdomen as James surged into her at full thrust. Material tore beneath his fingers. The babydoll was history.
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