by Mia London
“Oh, that’s alright dear. Adam will be here.” She smiled and patted his arm. “I just appreciate you doing all of this for me. You are so generous.” She wrapped her arms around him. He reciprocated, and let her love fill his heart. He was a sucker for making his grandma happy.
She released him and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Now, tell me. How is Charlie?”
Okay, that came from nowhere. “She’s good.”
“Good? Okay. Are you seeing her tonight?”
“Um, yes,” he hesitated, not certain where the questions were leading.
“Good. Then I don’t suspect I’ll be seeing you until morning.” With eyebrows raised, not waiting for a response, she patted him again and stepped away. “I need to go finish my letter and call Gladys.”
“Okay, Grandma,” and he watched her walk away. He shook his head. His grandma didn’t hold back, did she? Feisty woman. The good news—she seemed to have given him permission to stay out the night. All night.
Charlie finished work with enough time to give herself a full-on pampering. Shaven, moisturized, plucked, scented, curled, and topped off with a precise application of makeup, she was ready. There is no way in hell Blake will be the gentleman tonight!
She slipped on some satiny unmentionables and tugged her jeans over her hips. Next, she selected a fire engine red sweater with a nice scoop in the front and laid her jacket across the back of the sofa. Ready for her prince, she had time to sip a glass of chardonnay.
When she greeted Blake at the door, she nearly came right there. Dressed from head to toe in black, his sexy body screamed I’m at your disposal. His clean-shaven face and smoldering eyes asked, Aren’t you going to touch me?
“Well hello, handsome.”
He didn’t conceal his gaze traveling the length of her body. “Hello, yourself. You look good enough to eat.”
“Oh, please.” Then let’s ditch the movie. “C’mon in. Want some wine?”
“Thanks. I think I will.” He grabbed her hand, spun her around, and pulling her close, he crashed his lips over hers. The pace of the kiss was gentle, though, coaxing her tongue with his. His hand caressed her back as his mouth danced with hers. With her one free hand, she grazed over his shirt feeling the sumptuous ab muscles hiding underneath.
The kiss ended, and she was nearly breathless. And her fresh thong, moist.
“Thank you. That is a delicious wine. Now, shall we go?”
He appeared anxious. Of course, she could just be projecting. “Sure.”
She tossed back the last of her wine, and when she turned around, he had moved to the living room. He stared down at her coffee table.
She forgot. She’d left her work out on the table.
She approached him cautiously. This could backfire on her in the worst kind of way.
“What’s this?” He pushed her papers and mock-ups around, spreading them out on the table.
“I’m making some marketing collateral for Green Earth Sporting Goods. Print ads, a tri-fold, the usual.”
He glanced her way. His eyes, dark and serious.
He refocused on the art. She knew he saw the photos of himself.
“You did this?” Clearly, a rhetorical question.
Was he mad? Her tongue swiped her bottom lip repeatedly. She waited.
He looked, read, moved more papers. God, she should say something.
“I wanted to tell you about the photos. I don’t even know if they’ll use them, or have me use some of their own instead.”
His eyes shot her way briefly, then he transferred his attention back on her work. His silence was killing her.
Finally, he spoke. “This is good.” Still looking down, he said, “This is really good.”
She let out a shaky breath.
“You’re not mad?”
“Mad?” His eyebrows furrowed when he looked at her. “Not at all. These are great.” He stood upright. “You are so talented.” He closed the space between them and held her hands. “Have always been, and your talent is only growing.”
“Thank you,” she breathed, barely able to get the words out. Hearing his accolades made her heart sing.
He glanced down at her lips and licked his own. The look in his eyes and the wrinkle in his brow told her he warred over his thoughts.
His voice dropped. “You are amazing, Charlie. You know what I think?”
She swallowed and peered up at him. “What?”
“I think seeing this,” he waved a hand toward the coffee table. “Seeing how talented you are, makes me fucking want you.”
Her mouth went dry.
His thumbs lightly circled over her wrists. “And I can’t. I can’t take advantage of you every time we’re together.”
Her lungs filled with air. “It’s only ‘taking advantage’ if the other party loses something in the deal. Will I lose something, Blake? Or will I gain something?”
His eyes showed a deep blue richness. Clasping her hands behind her back with one hand, the other lifted her chin, aligning her lips with his. He grazed his lips over hers. His hand cradled her cheek as he took the kiss deeper.
Pulling her body flush to his, his growing erection pressed into her deliciously.
“You are fucking amazing.” Tugging on her hands, he backed her one slow step at a time against the wall.
“I’m afraid we’re not going to make the movie tonight,” he whispered with a glint in his eyes.
His mouth claimed hers. She mewled into his mouth.
She felt his hand slide down her arm and under her sweater to her stomach. Her stomach muscles hitched, and she gasped at his rough fingertips dancing over her skin. Two fingers slid along her waistband leaving a trail of goosebumps on her abdomen.
His actions brought on more wetness to her nether parts, and the ache she’d felt all day was now begging for relief.
She was helpless. Pinned against the wall, her wrists held by his large hand, and his lips locked with hers. He held her where he wanted her, and thank the heavens. She was getting what she’d desired all day.
Her jeans button popped under his skilled fingers. “These jeans hug you like a second skin, Charlie. Did you wear these to turn me on?”
He didn’t wait for her answer. “Keep your hands where they are.”
He let go of her wrists and instantly tugged her jeans over her hips to the floor. His face mere inches from her sex. He kissed her over her panties causing her to moan. With two fingers looped around her thong, he lowered the fabric to the floor.
“Step out,” he commanded.
She did, her legs trembling in anticipation.
“Charlie, I can’t wait much longer,” was the last thing he had said before his mouth covered her sex and his tongue stroked between her lips. Her hips convulsed.
His tongue worked her to the point she felt her moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh. Her teeth biting her lower lip. She heard his belt buckle come unfastened.
He stood without warning. “Hold on to me.”
Then he lifted her, cupping her bare ass. Her legs looped around his waist, and wedged against the wall, he drove into her.
“Ah!” she called out.
“Christ! Did I hurt you?” he paused briefly.
She shook her head, unable to speak.
He began to move again, systematically stroking her deep inside. His size filled her and then some. Her orgasm building from deep inside.
His lips plunged over hers right after he murmured, “Beautiful.”
“God, Blake,” she gasped. “You feel incredible.”
“Charlie, I can’t keep my hands off of you. I try and fail miserably.”
“I’m so glad . . . you failed. Ah . . . Soon.”
He pumped into her several more times when she felt the muscles of her vagina quiver. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her orgasm raced through her body like lightning. She cried out. Blake’s orgasm wasn’t far behind. His body pressed against hers, against the wall, he breathed into her
neck. Both of them gasping for air.
Slowly, she unhooked her ankles. He loosened his grip and lowered her to the floor.
“Let me run to the bathroom and clean up. Help yourself to a napkin.”
She smiled the whole way to the bathroom. She could still smell the sex on her. Sex with Blake felt different this time. Amazing. It was better than their college days, and she thought it was pretty rockin’ then!
Butterflies did a little dance in her stomach.
The best thing she could do would be to maximize the benefit of having him here while she could. Her heart may not be thrilled with the decision, but what choice did she have? Soon enough, he would leave for Chicago, and she’d be back to party of one.
Chapter Sixteen
So much for being a gentleman, he thought. Charlie did that to him. Gave him uncontrollable urges. Always had. Probably always will.
He wiped and put himself back together. After a few minutes, Charlie came back, half-naked, debauched, disheveled, and sexy as hell. His cock revived quickly.
“Tell me why you’re looking at me like I’m a seven-course dinner.”
He grinned. “Sorry. I blame you.”
“Me?” she asked putting her clothes back on.
“I told you, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said low in her ear from behind her. His hands clasping her curvy hips made him want to strip those jeans right off her.
She turned in his arms. “Well, mister. I’ve worked up an appetite, so it would be best if you fed me,” she smirked.
“Agreed. How about I order some Chinese take-out?”
“Great. The menu should be in that top drawer, left of the fridge.”
The food arrived several minutes later, and Blake had already opened the wine and poured two glasses. They devoured most everything in front of them. He loved that Charlie had a great appetite.
She glanced down at her watch. “Perfect timing,” she announced.
“For what?”
She sprang up and trashed the empty cartons, and replied, “For my favorite show.”
Okay, that piqued his interest.
She turned on some cable cop show, grabbed her wine, and called him over. “You’ll like it.”
He sat for a while trying to get a line on who the characters were. She seemed amused when he asked a question.
“Do you not watch TV in Chicago, Blake?”
He faced her. “Not really. I’m usually on the computer.”
“Are you always working on the computer?”
“Mostly, but sometimes I play games.”
“I see. Is that it?”
He tilted his head. “Do you mean, am I looking at porn?”
Her head spun his way, her eyes wide. “No! Oh God. No. I meant do you do anything else for de-stressing? What do you do for fun?”
He couldn’t help by smile at her reaction. “I do fun things. But now that you bring it up . . . I could take pictures of you, for when I go back.” He tended closer and whispered in her ear. “You could be my porn.”
Her shiver did not go unnoticed. She liked the idea.
“You’re crazy. Now shut up so I can watch.”
He reached for her hand and placed it over his rising erection. She looked his way again, her mouth gaped slightly.
“You’re recording this show. Let’s watch it later. I’ve got some other ideas right now.”
She bit her lower lip but didn’t stop him.
He shifted on the sofa, hit the mute button, and reached for his phone. He quickly snapped a picture of her with that sexy red sweater.
“Hey! I wasn’t smiling.”
She grinned so he snapped some more.
“Now lie back,” he told her.
As she scooted, looking a bit apprehensive, he silenced his phone so he could snap as much as he wanted without her feeling self-conscious by the noise.
He propped his arms on the sofa, positioning himself over her. He kissed her gently, and whispered, “Charlie, I won’t take any pictures you don’t want. And I won’t do anything with them. This is between you and me.”
They’d taken many pictures of one another before, but none of them had been like what he had planned.
She bit her lip again.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded and a small smile fell on her lips.
He would work slowly. Not because he wanted pictures, but because he wanted Charlie to savor everything he did to her.
After getting one photo of her lying down, he raised her sweater to reveal her flat stomach. He kissed her there and dipped his tongue into her navel. Phone in one hand, his thumb hovered over the picture button and snapped shots indiscriminately. He didn’t know what he was shooting, but that wasn’t his goal. Getting inside of Charlie, making her cry with pleasure, that was his ultimate goal.
The pictures would just be memories. Reminders of this time together when he was home alone in Chicago and wanted to think of her again.
He rested the phone on her stomach and raised her sweater up. “Arms up.”
She lifted her hands and rested them on the armrest above her head. With two hands he pushed her sweater up and left it, holding her wrists in place.
He held his phone again and snapped. He closed in on her mouth, not quite kissing her. Her chin lifted as she stretched for the contact. He teased her with the swipe of his tongue. The shutter button depressed. Finally, he covered her mouth with his, claiming her. Her tongue moved with his. He loved hearing her moans.
He slowly pulled away, and she reached her head again for him. He trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, toward her nipples poking against her bra.
Her arms moved.
“Uh-uh.”
“Let me touch you.”
He smiled and gave her a head shake. “Not yet.”
He went back to his task and soon her bra showed wet spots where his mouth had been. He blew, causing her to jerk at the cool sensation.
“Are you wet yet, Charlie?”
He didn’t wait for a response. With his free hand, he worked her jeans’ button and zipper, capturing his movements on camera. He managed to wiggle her jeans over her hips when she lifted, and he dragged them to her knees.
Her matching bra and panties would show well on the camera.
“Your body is gorgeous, Charlie.”
With just his fingertips, he smoothed over her sex. He watched her reaction. Her lips were parted and her dark eyes filled with longing, waiting for him to take it farther.
He slipped a finger under her satin thong to find her incredibly slick. His cock grew to its maximum as he thought about pressing into her warm, wet channel. He dipped a finger in and stroked her slowly. Her back bowed off the sofa. His balls ached now.
“Ready for some more, baby?”
She nodded, perhaps too turned on to speak.
He lifted his finger to her mouth, smoothed her wetness on her bottom lip, then leaned forward to lick it off.
“You taste good.”
His anticipation rose, but he needed to keep control. Drawing this out for Charlie’s pleasure meant more than a quick lay. No matter how turned on he was.
He slid his hand under her torso and unhooked her bra. Carefully, gauging her reaction, he lifted her bra to rest on her wrists with her sweater.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers stroked over her full breasts and nipples. He tweaked a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and arched her back. That would be an amazing shot.
He laved on her breasts, sucked and toyed with her nipples until they were hard as stones. He had to keep moving, eager to taste her before he slid deep inside.
He stood and grabbed the hem of her jeans and threw them aside. His fingers glossed up one leg to her warm core. Her legs widened. Gently, he played with her thong, slipping a finger under and grazing her hard nub. She felt like a dream. He would have her looking like a dream on his camera too. It would be so good, she would love them.
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sp; Gently, slowly, he shifted her panties to the side, revealing her swollen pink lips. He snapped more.
“Blake,” he heard her whisper.
“Do you want me to stop?” Had he gone too far?
To his surprise, she shook her head. “I need to come.”
The corners of his lips rose. “You will. I promise. Very soon.”
He refocused on smoothing the moisture around, caressing her. The whole area glistened. He lowered his mouth, tonguing her clit and slit, delighting in her deep moan.
He paused long enough to say, “I will buy you new panties, Charlie,” and reached underneath to the narrowest part and snapped the fabric in two. He moved the strip up, fully revealing her sex. Beautiful.
He kissed and gently sucked her clit pushing from her pump folds. He knew she was close to coming, and he wanted to be right there with her.
Raising his torso upright, he undid his shirt and jeans with one hand. “Legs wider, baby.”
She did as he bid.
He slid one finger inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut. Then he pushed in a second finger, and she moaned long and loud.
He took his cock out and slowly drew the tip through her wetness.
She lifted her hips to meet him. He unhurriedly slid into her and almost forgot to capture the joining. He could have sworn he died and gone to heaven.
“Oh God, Blake.”
“Tell me, baby.”
“You feel so good. So good. It’s never been like this,” she panted.
“I know, baby.”
He pumped into her as he leaned forward to seize her mouth. He snapped anything and everything blind. Her legs hooked high around his waist. He leveraged his arm against the sofa, arched his back and rhythmically pumped deeper and deeper into her her. Charlie’s moans grew louder in his mouth. When he felt her muscles pull on his cock, he knew she was coming. He released the kiss and pushed back to capture her face as she came. She was fucking beautiful.
He released his own climax, dropped the phone on the carpet, and rested on her. She flung the sweater and bra off her hands and swung her arms around his neck, breathing heavily.
They lay in their embrace for several moments before she muttered, “Those should be some interesting photographs.”