Rewriting the Rules

by S. Moose

  Me: I’m fine.

  Troy: Come over.

  Rolling my eyes, I put my phone away and head to his house. Parking my car, I walk inside to find him outside drinking a beer.

  “See? I’m fine.” I twirl around until I’m facing him again. Instead of sitting down with a beer bottle, he’s in my face, his hands on my wrists. His intense eyes are looking into mine, making my knees weak and body shiver.

  Oh my.

  “Let’s go for a swim. We need to relax.”

  Troy

  Getting outside, she strips out of her clothes and jumps in. Not caring and not being able to control myself, I jump in following her. She moves around in my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. Her naked skin connects with mine. It’s soft and smooth, warm to the touch, and driving my dick crazy. Her tits are rubbing on my chest as we float above the water. Our faces are close and I can see the tremble on her lips. Warm sensations run through me and it’s something I haven’t felt in years. The feeling of Charlotte comes back.

  Her intoxicating eyes linger on me and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. This moment with no one else around and her in my arms puts me back to when we were younger. At this very moment I understand love and second chances. She’s back for a reason and I have to admit how happy that makes me. Pushing her away to protect myself isn’t doing anything good for me. Letting her in, the way she should be, is what I want. The situation with Will can be handled.

  I hold her close and she hangs onto me. When I reach the shallow end of the pool, she’s still holding on and not letting go. I tighten my hold around her waist, she is observing everything I’m doing and seems lost in her mind.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  “Thinking about things,” she tells me with a nod. “Thinking about how we were in the past and realizing how much I’ve missed you.”

  “Yeah.”

  She takes in a breath and leans in closer to my face. Her lips gently touch my cheek. “I don’t know what’s going on and part of me doesn’t care.”

  She still doesn’t pull away and the feel of her skin against mine is creating a bit of an issue with my greedy cock. Her center rubs against me and I know she feels how hard I am and how badly I want her. The desire I have shoots through me and not caring about the consequences, I lean in and hungrily take her lips to mine.

  She doesn’t pull away.

  Pushing her up against the pool wall, her legs tighten their grip around my waist and little moans escape her lips. Our lips move in a seductive motion. I’m rock hard for her. Keeping my hands on her waist, I deepen the kiss as my tongue begs for more.

  “Troy,” she moans. When she says my name, the unexplored sexual chemistry between us gets stronger.

  After this kiss, I know I can’t let go.

  Chapter 22

  Charlotte

  I’m kissing Troy. Troy’s kissing me. He’s hard as a rock and my pussy is so wet and throbbing. Oh this kiss is more than I want. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years and it’s finally here. The kiss feels right and perfect. I don’t care if we’re in the water and we’ll both end up with blue balls. The friction of heat grows and he holds me tight against his body. I’m melting into him.

  When he pulls away I want to scream no and kiss him more. I want more. He smiles and gently kisses my lips again before putting me down.

  “I’d love more than anything to take you to my bed tonight.”

  “So do it,” I blurt out and cover my mouth.

  “Not tonight, sweetheart.” He kisses my forehead and looks at me. “Why don’t I take you out to dinner?”

  “Okay,” I gush. I feel his eyes on me when I climb out of the pool. He follows behind me and hands me a towel. Wrapping it around my body, I relax back into his arms and feel complete.

  “Go shower,” he tells me.

  “Okay.” I head inside and realize I don’t have anything else to wear. “Shit,” I mutter and head to the kitchen to find Troy on his phone. I clear my throat to get his attention.

  “What’s up? Why aren’t you in the shower?”

  “I need to go back home and change. So is it okay if I meet you there?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” he answers. “I wanted us to drive together.”

  “Why don’t you get me?”

  “And deal with Will?”

  “Oh come on, it won’t be bad. Just get me in an hour.” I walk over to him, kiss his cheek, and grab my clothes. “It’ll be okay.”

  “Okay.”

  I rush home and jump in the shower to get ready for our first date tonight. Will’s not home and I’m thankful not to face him. I have no idea how I’m going to handle it with him.

  As I stand in my bathroom putting on my makeup, I realize it’s going to be difficult hiding this from him. He’s not going to approve of this relationship. I don’t even want to know what he saw when they lived together. Will always said to stay away from his friends. He has to know that Troy will treat me better than the other women and that we love each other.

  For now, we’ll have to keep it a secret and hopefully tell Will soon. I don’t like keeping secrets from him. Forcing myself to get over that because it’s either be happy with Troy or be miserable.

  I choose happy.

  I finish getting ready and am walking down the stairs when the doorbell rings. Heading over to the door, I open it and an instant smile forms on my face. Outside, Troy’s standing with a bouquet of flowers.

  “This is our first date so I wanted to make it special.”

  “Aw, wow.” Throwing myself into his arms, I take pleasure in feeling him again. I lean back, breathing deep to take in his sexy scent, and then lean up to kiss him. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “You look beautiful.”

  “Thanks. You’re pretty handsome yourself. So Will’s not here, but I don’t want to be here when he comes home so can we head to your house now?”

  “Sure, sweetheart.”

  Troy opens the car door for me and we head back to his house. I’m a little nervous and can’t help but wonder what else is going to happen tonight. Looking over at him, I let out an internal sigh. This is finally happening. I’m getting what I’ve always wanted.

  When we get back to Troy’s, he leads me outside to his backyard and covers my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay.” He kisses my cheek and lifts his hands, uncovering my eyes, and when I look around, I stop walking.

  “Troy?” I look around and see lights around the pool with floating candles and soft music playing. There’s a handwritten sign and it makes me smile. “Charlotte’s prom.” I turn to face Troy and he’s holding out his hand to me.

  “May I have this dance?”

  “Yes.”

  The song changes to Should’ve Ran After You by Cole Swindell. Swaying to the music in his arms, I listen to the lyrics and close my eyes.

  “I should’ve ran after you,” Troy tells me. “Instead I was a coward and my pride took over. When you came back I treated you like shit. You didn’t deserve that and I wish to God I can turn back time. I don’t want to be without you, Charlotte.”

  I hold him tighter and relax in his arms. Tonight is what I want and I couldn’t ask for more. “I’m here now. I get it, Troy,” I whisper and place my lips to the crook of his neck.

  “Good.”

  After dancing, Troy leads me inside to another surprise! There are candles and rose petals on the table with two glasses of wine and I smell Troy’s famous mac n’ cheese.

  “Really?”

  “Sit,” he tells me. “Remember all the times I’d make it for you?” I nod. “You love my mac n’ cheese so I thought since I took you to prom, I’d make you dinner with your favorite meal.”

  “It’s been so long since I’ve had this. Thank you so much.”

  “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

  The best part about this night is spending time with Troy. F
rom dancing with me as if we were at prom to this. My heart melts and I love every moment.

  “You’re frowning like something’s bothering you,” he points out.

  “Will,” I finally let out. I feel Troy’s hand rubbing my arm. Leaning into his chest, I look up at him and see the same worry.

  I bite my bottom lip to keep the groan inside and look out at the pool instead.

  “Charlotte,” his gentle voice pulls me back. “I promise; we’ll figure it out. It’ll work and we’ll tell him together.”

  “I don’t want to right now. There’s no rush.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive. No more talking about Will. I want you to hold me.”

  He kisses my cheek and holds me tighter. “Always.”

  Chapter 23

  Troy

  I sit on the couch and bring her to my arms, holding her against my chest. She relaxes and I realize she’s not planning on going back to Will’s tonight. Being here with Charlotte, taking care of her, and holding her heightens my feelings and senses. It’s sparking what I’ve been burying since she came to town. As the minutes pass with her in my arms, I realize that this is what I want. I’m putting my heart on the line again and making up my mind. Charlotte is mine. There’s no more questioning or doubt. The misunderstanding we had will be solved, but for now, she’s here and I’m not letting her go. I just want her. All of her. The smiles, the tears, the sassiness . . . everything.

  “It shouldn’t be so hard. Falling in love and being with someone you love should be easy as breathing the air around you.”

  “Sometimes breathing is hard. When you try to fall in love and find someone worth it, but fail, then where’s the air?”

  “It’s all around us,” she says staring at me. Her eyes go to my lips and my dick wakes up, screaming hello to the girl I’ve loved since I was a teenager. “Love is like the air. We know it’s there, and we know we need it. Some of us need to go through hell to realize what’s been in front of us for so long.”

  Without any thought I crash my lips to hers. She doesn’t pull away and moans into my mouth. Bringing her to my lap, she willingly straddles me, and grinds into my hard on. Fuck, she feels good. I don’t have the right to have her close to me. The connection between us is strong and she’s driving my body crazy. She’s pushing me too far with her tongue in my mouth and her sweet pussy grinding on me, screaming for me to slide inside her.

  But I can’t just yet.

  Fuck.

  Moving my mouth from hers, I rest my forehead on her shoulder trying to catch my damn breath and calm down.

  “What?” she asks breathlessly.

  Looking at her, seeing the desire in her eyes, and then thinking about how Will would react. I wouldn’t treat her like a secret mistress. If we did this, it’ll be her. Just her. I caress her face and softly kiss her lips again.

  “You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met. If we do this, I want you to know you’re the only one. I don’t cheat or fuck around, Charlotte. I’ve never been unfaithful and I’m clean. Having you here, straddling me, knowing how much you want me is pushing me over the edge. All I want to do is strip you down and cherish your sexy naked body.” She shudders at my voice. Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to my room.

  I stride in through the door, kick it closed and then set her down on my bed. Taking her hands and pulling her up, I grab the hem of her dress and swiftly take it off, staring at her in a lacy black bra and panties.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I mutter. Sliding my hands from her shoulders down her arms, she keeps her eyes on me as I reach behind her back and unhook her bra. Standing her up, she slips out of her panties and kicks them to the side. I get down on my knees and press my lips against her stomach, breathing in her scent, and feeling her body tremble. “I can’t wait to taste you again. You smell so good.”

  “Ah, Troy.”

  Her moans fill the room, encouraging me to continue, and take what’s been on my mind since I realized how much I wanted her. Bringing her leg up on my shoulder, making her stand on one leg, my mouth finds her wet pussy and my tongue goes crazy. She screams and grips my shoulders to hold herself up.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” Her taste and smell is addicting. It’s my drug. It’s what I’m aching for.

  “Please, Troy. Please.”

  I stop licking her sweet pussy and look up at her. “What? Tell me what you want.” She doesn’t answer me. Putting her leg down, I tower over her, keeping my eyes on hers, and see her eyes close tight. “Look at me,” I command. She does as I say. “In this bedroom when you’re here with me, I’m the one in control. I’ll never hurt you, but I’ll show you pleasure you’ve never experienced. With me, you come first.” Her eyes widen and a smirk plays on her sexy face. “When I ask you something, you do it. So what do you want?”

  “I want you to lay me on your bed, spread my legs open, and eat my pussy until I come and scream your name, sir.”

  Hearing the naughty words is better than I thought. It’s a perfect mix of submission and sexy. My adrenaline takes over and the controlling side of me comes out in full force. “Good girl.” Laying her down on my bed, she willingly spreads for me and I lick her slit and feel her hands on my head, keeping me down there. She loudly moans and tells me she’s about to come. Stroking my dick while eating her pussy, I feel her body lift from the bed and drink her delicious juice. I’m never going to get enough of her. She’s going to be my craving and I’m going to need her every day.

  Grabbing her wrists, I hover over her, keeping her hands above her head. I suck on her nipples and hear her moan. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think she’d be here with me now. She belongs to me and after tonight we’ll have to face the reality of being together. But for now, it’s us and only us.

  “Let me touch you, please,” she begs me with a heady tone in her voice. “I want to touch you and show you how bad I want you.”

  My fingers trail down her stomach to her awaiting pussy. I slide two fingers in while sucking on her nipple, feeling the power of what I’m doing to her surge through my body. “I can tell how much you want me, sweetheart,” I mutter, and continue my exploration of her body. “I’m going to take my time with you. This is what I’ve been fantasizing about for years. And now you’re finally here.”

  “This is where I want to be,” she pants.

  She has no idea the power she has over me. The control I have for her in this bedroom is no match to the hold she has. I’d give her anything and everything. My aching cock is screaming at me. Selfish bastard.

  Grabbing a condom from my nightstand, I roll it on and see the look in her eyes. She licks her lips and I immediately go crazy with the need to be inside her. Sliding in, feeling her heat, I nearly blow my load. She’s too tight and I’m afraid I’m hurting her.

  “Shit, sweetheart. You’re so tight. I can’t move,” I tell her. “Am I hurting you? If I’m too rough, you need to let me know.”

  She breathes in deeply and I watch as she closes her eyes and opens them again. “I’m okay. This is perfect.”

  Being with other women before Charlotte, I never had the urge to make sure they were fully satisfied. My needs always mattered and I didn’t care too much about the other women. With Charlotte it’s different. I care. I want her to feel satisfied and I want to please her, make her feel what I feel. With those nameless women it was simply a fuck and I didn’t care if they came or not. It doesn’t mean I didn’t try, but my main focus wasn’t on them. Charlotte has complete power and control over me. She holds the ability to make me lose it and I never lose control. Never.

  “Charlotte, sweetheart, if I fuck you too fast I’ll hurt you.”

  She looks at me with trust in her eyes. “Troy, you won’t hurt me. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this night. I need you, and no stopping or pausing. Give me everything you have.”

  I want to fuck her hard and fast, and give he
r the pleasure she’s looking for. Slowly rocking back and forth, I watch her expression and the O forming on her lips. Gripping the sheets, her moans get louder, telling me to go faster.

  “You’re so wet, sweet girl. I don’t know how long I can last.”

  “I don’t care,” she moans. “Fuck me hard. Troy, I need you so bad. My pussy needs you. She’s screaming for more, so give me more!’”

  “I need to go slow. I want this to last.” I love hearing her moans and whimpers. Knowing how much she’s enjoying this sends my heart beating hard in my chest. I’m confident in bed and I know I can make a woman come more than once. But, with Charlotte, it’s different. Everything with her is different. I want this to be perfect. Pumping in and out, I let out a grunt and grip her waist needing more from her.

  “We can go again and for as many times as you want. I need this, Troy. Need to feel all of you.”

  I can’t argue with her. Sinking deeper into her is something I’ve never felt before. Controlling my moves, I slide in deep and slow, pulling out and teasing her with pleasure. She meets my every thrust and wraps her legs around me.

  “You have the most addicting pussy.” She needs to know how I feel and how much I want her. “Fuck, baby. I’ll never get enough.”

  “Good, because I want you like this all the time.”

  My body sinks into her and I begin to tremble from the best pleasure I’ve ever known. Switching positions, she’s on all fours, begging me to take her from behind. Kissing the low part of her back, my fingers find her clit. She pants and moans, hanging her head low to the bed.

  “I need to make this good for you, sweetheart.”

  “Everything you’re doing to me is incredible.”

  “Good.” I kiss each ass cheek and grip her waist again. Not wanting to tease her like before, I slide inside her and hold her tight. Fucking her like this feels too damn good. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

  “Oh shit,” she cries out. “Troy! I’m coming! Fuck.”