Charlotte's Dilemma

by Diane Leyne

  He was delighted by Charlotte’s sudden laughter. It was more than his poor joke warranted, but he saw the tension leave her body and pressed ahead.

  “So I’m going to need fuel, lots of fuel. I’m going to take a quick shower and then head down and pick us up a couple of burgers and maybe some pizza while you take your shower. Then, if you don’t fall asleep on me, I’ll rock your world, as the kids say today.”

  “They do not!”

  “You sure?”

  “Pretty sure.”

  “In that case, I’ll stick to the classics. If you don’t fall asleep on me after dinner, I’ll eat you for dessert and then fuck your brains out. How’s that?”

  “Sounds like a plan I can get behind.”

  He tsked at her. “No getting behind that plan. I do plan on fucking your ass at some point, but let stick to your pussy tonight.” He grinned and headed for the bathroom. “But first, my shower.”

  * * * *

  Oh, god. She had a naked man in her bathroom. A naked man who had promised to eat her for dessert and then fuck her brains out. And that man was young and hot, and her pussy throbbed at the thought of it, of him. She’d seen the bulge in his pants and didn’t think he was exaggerating his size, and one part of her worried about taking him and another part welcomed the thought. She dismissed his talk of an ongoing relationship. She was eight years older than him and her body was far from perfect while his resembled that of a Greek god, but she’d enjoy every last minute.

  She lay back on the pillow and smiled. She’d enjoy these next three nights, and maybe when she got to the island…no, she wouldn’t think that far ahead. This was sex. Pure sex. She’d enjoy this hot young man as long as he was interested, but she wasn’t going to delude herself that this was the start of an actual relationship.

  She heard the shower stop, and a moment later, the door opened. JJ walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist, riding low and exposing his hip bones as he walked over to his duffle. She could feel herself start to salivate. He had a six-pack. Hell, it was more of an eight-pack. He was lean and muscular, but not in a bodybuilder kind of way. He looked strong and just perfect.

  The towel started to slip as he straightened, his shaving kit in his hand. She licked her lips at the thought of touching his body and was rewarded when his cock started to tent the towel.

  She scrambled forward on the bed and made a grab for the towel, but that was all she got as he pulled away and she got a glimpse of his erect cock, pressed up almost against his stomach before he turned and she watched his perfect round butt cheeks as he disappeared back into the bathroom.

  Oh god. His cock was huge. And perfect. And would soon be inside her. She could feel the moisture running from her pussy. She thought back to the last time she’d had sex. It had been with an officer with the UN Peacekeepers. They’d dated as best they could for almost a year, seeing each other once every few weeks or months. It had been more about a comfort in a war zone than love, but it had given them both something they needed until the day he was brought to her on a stretcher, more dead than alive, after stepping on a landmine.

  She hadn’t even recognized him. He was just one more maimed soldier, and she’d fought to save him. He’d lost both legs and one arm and she’d sat beside him day and night, holding his good hand, but then he’d opened his eyes and his grip tightened on hers and he’d begged her to let him die. And so she did. His heart stopped during the night, and she didn’t fight to bring him back. She knew she’d made the right decision. They’d talked about it many times in the past. She should have let him go when he was first brought in, but she’d only seen the ruined body and not his face, not until afterward. So, when his heart stopped again, she had honored his request.

  She was at peace with what she’d done, but she was sad, too. Theirs hadn’t been a great love. They liked each other yet they probably wouldn’t have even dated back in the States, but in a war zone, they’d needed each other and had been able to help each other forget, just for a short time, about the horrors they dealt with each day. But after he’d died, she never let herself get that close to anyone again, so she would haven’t to lose them, too. It was hard enough when they were strangers.

  But she was back in civilization now, on a tropical island with the hottest guy she’d ever met, and she was going to enjoy every minute. Charlotte scrambled off the bed and placed JJ’s damp towel over the back of the one of the chairs by the little table before opening her own suitcase. Then she pulled a tank top, white and skimpy, and a bright, floral-patterned sarong that she’d bought to wear over her swimsuit from her bag. She considered a bra and panties, but decided against them. She wanted to be as alluring as possible.

  She hesitated and then pulled out her makeup bag. She may have only been thirty-five, but as Indiana Jones said, it wasn’t the years, it was the miles, and she had a hell of a lot more life-miles on her than JJ did, or that Mrs. Leider, who’d put the idea of the hot older woman into JJ’s head. Hell, maybe she should send the woman a thank-you card?

  She was still kneeling beside her suitcase when the bathroom door opened and a freshly showered JJ walked out. He’d shaved, but left his hair down. It reached past his shoulders, and it was thick and shiny and beautiful. Self-consciously, she put her hand to her own hair. She’d always cropped it because it was easier. Before she’d joined Doctors Without Borders, she’d worn her hair long, down past her shoulders. Maybe she’d grow it out again, but that would take time.

  He hadn’t bothered to put the T-shirt back on. His khaki cargo shorts rode low on his hips, exposing his perfect abs and the top of his hip bones. Suddenly, she wanted to throw a blanket over him to hide his perfection from other women. He was hers, she thought fiercely.

  “Hamburger, cheeseburger, hot dog, or pizza?”

  “Huh?”

  “Hamburger, cheeseburger, hot dog, or pizza?” JJ smiled, and she felt her stomach do that flip-floppy thing again.

  “Uh, yes, I’m easy, I mean…”

  “I’ll surprise you!” JJ chuckled and bent over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he grabbed one of the room keys off the desk and he was gone, the door closing behind him.

  Chapter 4

  JJ knocked at the door with his foot. His arms were piled high. She’d said to surprise her, but he wanted to make sure she had what she wanted, so he brought one of everything. Then he’d added condiments on the side and tucked cutlery and serviettes in his side pocket. But he’d forgotten the key card, and now it was trapped in his side pocket and he couldn’t reach without putting everything down.

  “Charlotte, sweets, let me in. My hands are full.”

  The door swung open, and he nearly dropped the food he was carrying. She’d obviously primped for him. She was clearly wearing just a dusting of makeup, enough to make her blue eyes look enormous and inviting and her lips to look even more luscious.

  And then he looked lower and saw what she was wearing and his hands just went numb. Luckily Charlotte had good reflexes. She laughed as she reached out to grab the tray he was holding, and their hands touched and he could feel his cock harden yet again.

  Taking the tray from him, she turned and walked into the room, setting the tray down on the small table by the window. JJ trailed after her as he realized that not only was she not wearing a bra, but she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath that thin scrap of fabric she’d tied around her hips. He hurried behind her and reached out to check, but before he could, she turned around, a teasing smile on her face.

  “The door.”

  It was his turn to say, “Huh?”

  “Lock the door, JJ. We don’t want to be interrupted.”

  Laughing, JJ retraced his steps and locked the door. Then he unlocked it, opened it up, and placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob before closing and locking it again. Then he turned back and saw she had her back to him as she balanced the tray on one hip and placed the food on the table. The tray was tugging on her sarong, pulling it lower an
d lower. And then it fell, exposing her naked ass to his gaze. His cock jumped and pushed up so hard against his zipper that he figured he’d have teeth marks on his dick in the morning, but it would be worth it.

  He didn’t consciously move, but suddenly he was behind her, his arms around her waist as he pulled her back against him so that his cock was pushing against her bare ass, his mouth on her shoulder, his hands sliding up under her tank top, pulling it up over her head and then returning his mouth to that sweet spot where her neck and shoulder met as he clutched at her breasts like a dying man with a life preserver.

  She leaned back against him, tilting her head to one side as if to give him more room to work. He nibbled his way up her neck even as he forced himself to loosen his grip on her magnificent tits. They were a C-cup at least, maybe D, and the nipples were as hard as pebbles. He pressed his hands against them, enjoying the feeling of them pressing back, digging into his palms.

  Suddenly, he wanted, he needed, to taste her. Lifting her up, he carried Charlotte to the bed and lay her down gently. When she sat up and reached for his waistband, he stopped her yet again.

  “When these shorts come off, my cock goes directly inside your pussy like a guided missile. So the shorts are staying on for now as I explore your body first.”

  “But what if I want your cock inside me right now?”

  “Then you are going to have to learn a little self-control. It’s time for you to learn that I like to have control in the bedroom. Complete control. I have plans for that pussy, and you are not going to distract me, woman. Now obey your Master or I may have to put you over my knee and give you a thorough spanking!” He gazed down at her. “I may do that anyway. My hand is just itching to turn your ass a nice shade of pink, so obey or I’ll do it. Now, lay back and spread your legs so I can have my dessert, since you’ve clearly, wantonly distracted me from my dinner!”

  * * * *

  Charlotte found herself shivering with arousal. His words, his expression, his body left her with no doubt at all that he was hot for her—her, Dr. Charlotte Montgomery, not some anonymous roll in the hay—and that turned her on even more.

  She lay back at his command and spread her legs, her face turning pink as she watched the delighted expression on his face.

  “Now bend your knees and pull them back until you can slide your hands under them and hold yourself wide open while I eat your pussy.”

  Charlotte closed her eyes, but not before she saw the expression of delight and lust on JJ’s face before he dove between her legs. He was so good for her ego. And then he licked her and she stopped thinking.

  She could feel his tongue moving up and down her slit, avoiding her clit completely. She could feel his fingers holding her pussy lips even further apart so he could lick each and every millimetre of skin, except for the one spot she wanted his mouth.

  In her present position, she had no leverage or she’d have pushed her clit toward his mouth. Damn him. He knew that she’d be helpless like this. She started to release her knees so she could brace her feet on the bed and push herself toward his mouth when she felt a sharp slap on her inner thigh.

  It stung a bit, but it was more shocking than painful.

  “Did I tell you to release your knees?” She looked down and saw JJ gazing up at her, his eyes dark with lust. He held her gaze as he slapped the inside of her other thigh. “Well?”

  Quickly she grabbed her knees again as some more cream dripped out of her pussy.

  “Good girl. Now don’t let go or I’m going to have to improvise some restraints to keep you in position.”

  Charlotte found herself moaning at his words, more turned on than ever. The thought of him tying her up so he could feast on her pussy almost made her come on the spot, and she could feel the moisture leaking out.

  “Like that, did you? Was it the threat of being restrained, or the light bite of pain, or both? Hmm. I may have to do some experimenting later, but first, let me taste your honey.”

  She could feel his tongue going lower now, licking at her slit and then pushing inside. Oh, god. He was pushing his tongue into her, moving it in and out like he was fucking her with it. The thought almost made her come on the spot, and then he pulled back for a second, inserting a finger inside her and scooping up some of her moisture. Then he was fucking her with his tongue again, and his finger started rubbing against her clit, using her own cream as a lubricant. Then he pinched it lightly and pushed her over the top. Her climax slammed through her with no warning, her pussy trying to clench down on his tongue as if it were a cock. And then his tongue was gone and his fingers were inside her. First one and then two and then three and stretched wide and her climax seemed to keep going and going and going. She felt almost painfully full, but aroused, too, and when his mouth moved to her clit and suckled strongly, she came again, even harder this time, bucking against him as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.

  He wouldn’t let her stop. When the waves started to abate, he curled his fingers inside her, rubbing against her G-spot and setting off another wave of orgasms as he gently bit down on her clit.

  And still, he wasn’t finished. He licked and sucked and bit her clit even as he finger fucked her harder and harder, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her until she lay spent on the bed, unable to even react as she felt yet another spasm roll through her body.

  Was it possible to die from too many orgasms? she wondered as she whimpered through yet another. And then he was moving, sliding up her body until his mouth was level with her breasts. He took one turgid nipple into his mouth and then the other, but he didn’t pause long as he continued upward.

  “You can let go now,” he commanded, and she let her hands slip from her knees. “Hands over your head and don’t move them.”

  * * * *

  JJ scrambled out of his shorts. It wasn’t easy, and damn, there were zipper marks. He wanted to laugh, and then he looked over to where Charlotte was waiting and he didn’t feel like laughing anymore. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of condoms he’d purchased in the Miami Airport gift shop in a fit of optimism. Then he tore one off and tossed the rest down beside her head, throwing his shorts to one side. He made short work of rolling it on, trying to touch his cock as little as possible so he didn’t come on the spot as he watched Charlotte lie there, her hands gripping the headboard, which thrust her tits up toward him.

  Damn, they deserved to be worshipped as the works of art they were, but first things first. He moved back between her legs, pushing her legs further apart and up over his shoulders and then braced his weight on his hands so that he could stare down between their bodies, as he slowly pushed inside Charlotte. Her pussy hugged his cock tightly like a warm, wet glove. He groaned and closed his eyes, staying still deep inside her as he struggled for control.

  It was no good. He wasn’t going to last. He pumped once, twice, and a third time, and then he was gone, losing his load into the condom.

  “I counted three. Does that mean you find me hotter than Mrs. Leider? Would you have been able to manage three whole strokes with her?”

  JJ paused and then burst out into laughter as he carefully but reluctantly pulled out of Charlotte’s pussy.

  “Yes, you are far hotter than Mrs. Leider. And don’t think we are finished. I’m still hard, and I’ve got four more condoms.” Her eyes opened wide and then darkened with desire. He carefully pulled the used condom off his cock and quickly replaced it with a new one and pushed back inside. He’d last longer this time. Slowly he started moving inside Charlotte, taking his time and enjoying the feeling of her hot, wet pussy, hugging his cock tightly as he moved. He could see her eyes glaze over and feel her hips start to flex. He picked up the pace, and when he could feel himself getting close, he reached between their joined bodies and pressed down on her swollen clit. He was immediately rewarded by the feeling of her climax thundering through her as her pussy clamped down rhythmically on his cock as if trying to milk the cum right out of it.r />
  Rolling to one side and disposing of the used condom, JJ then rolled back against her and pulled Charlotte tightly to his side.

  “Woman, you are going to be the death of me. I rubbed out two in the bathroom before I went to get our food, which is probably cold now. However, I am hungry, and as soon as I get the feeling back in my legs, I’m going to eat some of it so I have enough strength to fuck you again. What about you?”

  “It’s not just my legs. I think you’ve melted my bones. I may never move again.”

  JJ looked down at Charlotte laying back, her expression completely sated and happy. He sat on the side of the bed and leaned down to press a quick kiss on her lips.

  “Don’t get out of bed. Let me help you set up a bit so you are sitting up and won’t choke when I feed you. I don’t have enough energy to give you the Heimlich maneuver if you start choking.”

  Once she was settled to his satisfaction, he picked up the tray and placed the plates back on it and then carried it over to the bed, laying it down in the center. Then he walked over to the small fridge.

  “Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, 7Up, beer, or hard liquor?”

  “My first choice would be Diet Coke, but I’ll settle for the Diet Pepsi.”

  “Won’t that keep you awake?”

  He watched as Charlotte tried to stifle a yawn.

  “Even if I wasn’t about to fall into a postsex coma, I’m one of the 10 percent of the population who don’t find that caffeine does that much. Sometimes I have a coffee in the morning, but I really don’t like the taste and it doesn’t seem to do anything for me.”