Bryn could hear Charlie’s boat as it sped back across the water, inching closer to the dock. It didn’t take her long to reach the sliding door to the cabin, stepping into the cool air. She quickly tried to catch her breath, as she watched Charlie tie the boat against the dock. Bryn gasped when Charlie fumbled with the bumper in his hands, the boat slamming against his fingers, pinching them against the fiberglass dock. Shaking his hand out in pain, Charlie shook his head as he turned to walk back to the beach. There was a stern set about his jaw that had her wondering what had happened across the lake.
I had better get his attention before he blows a gasket when he can’t find me on the beach. I need to give him a distraction. Without thinking too much about what she was doing, Bryn slipped out of her swimsuit, grabbing one of Charlie’s clean white t-shirts in the laundry room, pulling it back down over her head. She walked back outside with her swimsuit in her hands, padding barefoot in the grass to the stairs.
Bryn yelled down to him, “Hey, hottie!”
Charlie had already made it to the landing when he stopped to look up at her. Before he could reply, Bryn held up her swimsuit, giggling as his jaw dropped open. She could only squeak as Charlie took off at a full run up the last of the stairs. She just barely made it to the glass door, as he grabbed the back of her shirt.
“Gotcha, you little tease.”
Charlie gathered her up in his arms, spinning her as he crushed her chest to him. He had ditched his shirt at some point, his bare chest slick with sweat. “Did you think you could get away from me that easily?”
“Wasn’t trying to, stud.” Leaning forward, she tried to brush her lips against his, but he was pulling back, frowning at her. “What’s wrong, Charlie?”
“I’m trying to take things slow here, Bryn. You’re not exactly making that easy,” he answered as he pulled down on the hem of her t-shirt.
Bryn looked down at his chest, wanting to lick the beads of sweat that were running down his pecs. Her insides were screaming at her to jump him, but her mind started racing around in turmoil. Charlie was right, she needed to slow down. He was a great guy and all, but she hadn’t had sex with a man since she had been raped. She didn’t know how she would react to that level of intimacy. Would she panic? Would she try to hurt him again?
Her inner devil quickly made up her mind for her, deciding that she needed to start somewhere. Charlie had slowly been lying down a foundation of trust between them over the last twenty-four hours, and Bryn had finally realized it. She did trust him. She just had to let go of her insecurities. She had to give intimacy with Charlie a chance.
“Charlie, I don’t know what is going on between us, but I think I want…no, I know I want to stop being cautious. Not just with this,” she waved her hands back and forth between them, “but with everything in my life. Can you handle that? Can you handle me?”
Charlie clenched his arms down to his sides as he dropped down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Oh yeah, kitten. I can handle that. We’ll talk more in a minute. I need a shower. Go upstairs, and lie down on the bed, face up. I’ll meet you up there in two minutes.” Holding up two fingers, he grinned at the pout on her face. “You can wait, kitten. Now go,” smacking her rear as she turned around, she shot him a dirty look. “And Bryn, leave the shirt on. That’s so fucking hot.”
Bryn saluted him as she backed into the house through the sliding door. She quickly climbed the spiral staircase to the first floor, thankful that her ankle wasn’t aching anymore. It wasn’t as cool up here as it was downstairs, but her nipples were still painfully erect, the friction from the thin cotton shirt was almost too much for her to handle. Maybe being tortured for the last two days by this uber hot Alpha male was more than her libido could handle. Bryn lay on the bed, but she couldn’t keep her body still. Her eyes drifted shut as she imagined Charlie lying next to her, running his fingertips up and down her overheated flesh, making her skin pebble. It didn’t take long for her fingers to drift down to her pussy, her fingers teasing her lips. Lost in her own pleasure, she hadn’t heard Charlie coming up the stairs.
“Oh God, you are fucking killing me, you know that, Bryn,” he groaned his appreciation as he stretched out on the bed next to her. “Would you like some help with that, kitten?”
“Oh, please, Charlie. Please, please, please.”
“I gotcha, baby,” Charlie said as he grabbed her borrowed t-shirt, bunching it up around her upper torso, pulling her hands up as he slipped the material off. He latched onto her wrists, forcibly pushing them into the pillows.
“Leave your hands right here. Do. Not. Move.” The way his voice dropped an octave made Bryn’s inside clench, fanning the flames on her skin.
Releasing the grip on her arms, he slowly sat back on his haunches. Time seemed to slow, as he watched her, making no attempt to touch her. Charlie looked at her like she was his prey, licking his lips as his eyes blazed a trail down her naked body, slowly back up to her face. Bryn’s breathing became erratic, her chest heaving as her need grew by every passing second. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, slowly letting it back out. She willed each part of her body to let go, relaxing into the bed.
“Good girl.”
Those two little words made her insides melt like butter. She smiled a languorous smile, feeling the bed dip beside her as Charlie inched closer to her. His body smelled like mint; drops of water from his hair were dripping onto her arm and then her neck as he crawled up her body like a panther.
“I fully intended to wait until later to explore this gorgeous body, but since you are offering it to me so willingly, I have no choice but to revise my plans,” his lips softly brushed across hers, and then pulled back. He softly kissed her again, this time tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. “Open for me, kitten.”
When she opened her mouth, she took in a cleansing breath as he tilted his head, fusing their lips together. His tongue delved into her mouth, sweeping across her tongue in a dance. As he pulled back, Bryn whimpered against his lips, chasing his tongue with hers. She could feel his smile, “I need to ask you a question before we go any further, kitten. Do you have any triggers? Anything that you don’t like? I don’t want to make you panic.”
The words slapped her right across the face, as the ease she felt quickly turned back into panic. Bryn pressed her eyes together, pulling her hands down from above her head. She wrapped them around her waist as she curled up into a ball, facing away from Charlie. Her lack of sexual history wasn’t something she really wanted to discuss right now. Having consensual sex twice before being raped doesn’t make good pillow talk. She didn’t want to have to explain her lack of experience, since he was obviously sexually adventurous.
Damn it! Slow, easy breaths, Bryn. Pull it together, be honest.
“I don’t know. I haven’t been with a man since…since,” the sob that tore through her made her stomach ache. Trying to get up from the bed, Charlie grabbed her arms, pulling her towards him. She buried her face into his chest as traitorous tears fell from her eyes.
“Hey, Bryn. I’m sorry. Ah, shit.” He softly kissed her hair, gently resting his chin on top of her head. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just didn’t want to do anything to hurt you. Maybe you’re not ready.”
“No!” she pulled from his arms, jabbing her finger into his chest. “You are the first person that I have trusted enough to even go on a date with in a very long time, Charlie. Don’t give up on me. I was embarrassed, that’s all.”
Charlie scrubbed his hands down his face, reached behind his neck, tightly gripping his muscles as if he were in pain. “There is no reason to be embarrassed, Bryn. The fact that you are uncertain of yourself makes this mean something to both of us. Sex is very personal for me, and it makes me feel like Superman that you trust me enough to take you there after what you’ve been through.”
His words were like a balm to her shattered ego, making her decision to continue easy. Bryn reached up, pulling his hands from behi
nd his head. Clasping their hands together, she started to lie back down on the bed, pulling Charlie’s body with her. “I don’t know if I have any triggers, but if something bothers me, I will say something.”
Charlie lifted her hands back over her head, but this time did not let go. Their arms were intertwined as he shifted his weight to his knees, which were resting on either side of her hips. Bryn could feel that Charlie was avoiding lying on top of her, which was a good idea. She was sure that neither one of them would want to find out if that was a trigger for her and deal with a panic attack. But, in this moment, Bryn felt protected, even safe. There was no panic flooding her body as he nuzzled her neck, grazing her pulsing vein with his teeth, sending strange sensations across her flesh. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her overheated skin on the way down her body, spending extra time on each of her nipples, making them painfully erect. He used his tongue to flick each one back and forth, gently biting down until Bryn whimpered.
“Still with me, kitten?” Charlie asked as he moved down to her belly, placing kisses along her navel.
“Oh God, yes, just don’t stop. That feels wonderful.”
Charlie chuckled as he scooted down the bed, moving his knees in between her thighs, pushing her legs out. “I will make you come twice like this, Bryn,” softly caressing her slick folds with his fingers, he continued, “then I will make you come one more time with me buried deep inside you.” He parted her labia, inching his mouth closer to her pussy until she could feel his breath on her sensitive skin. “Are you ready, Bryn?”
Words failed to leave her throat, all that she could do was mewl her plea, as her hips tried to rise up off the bed. “Be. Still. I want you to only be able to feel my tongue on your clit, and my fingers deep inside your incredibly wet pussy.” Following his orders, Bryn held still, clutching the pillow for support.
“That’s my girl.”
Every nerve in her body lit up the second his mouth dove in between her folds. He didn’t immediately target her clit, he made tantalizing circles around it with his tongue, closing in, and then backing off. Bryn panted as he continued to evade her clit, making her whimper in need. “Please, Charlie, please.”
A deep rumble came out of his chest as he closed his lips around her clit, pulling back to bring the nub out from its hood. Her orgasm quickly crashed over her body in waves, making her heart pound in her chest. She let out a strangled cry as the heat passed out of her limbs, releasing her. Floating back down from the high, she squeaked out, “That was awesome.”
“Oh, that was just an appetizer, Bryn. Do you want a break, or are you ready to go again?”
Bryn never really came all the way back down, still riding in between need and want. Her muscles deep inside tensed up thinking about having another orgasm, but there was no way she could stop now. Knowing now what kind of ecstasy he could unleash on her, she wanted more. Needed more. “I’m ready, Charlie. You know what I need, please give it to me.”
“My pleasure, kitten. This time, I am going to push you further. Tell me if it’s too much.”
The fingers of one hand honed in on her sensitive clit as he rimmed her opening with two fingers of his other hand. At first, she wanted to evade the pressure on her clit, then it quickly morphed into exquisite torture as he gently caressed the protrusion with his thumb. His other fingers were inching their way inside her core, stretching her enough to make her gasp.
“Still with me, Bryn?”
“Oh God, yes, Charlie. I trust you not to hurt me. You don’t have to be careful anymore. Please, don’t hold back. Please.”
His answer came to her as a guttural groan from deep inside his chest. He quickly breached all the way inside her pussy with his two fingers, causing her hips to lift off the bed. She could feel his fingers curling up, stroking a spot inside her body that made her insides light up, her muscles clutching at his fingers. “Oh shit. That feels so good,” she said on a moan, whimpering when his fingers pulled out, leaving her empty. Three fingers delved inside her core this time, pumping in and out, making her writhe and twist her head back and forth.
Bryn was losing her senses to the pleasure, as Charlie leaned down, closing his lips around her painfully erect clit. The orgasm started slower this time, increasing as his fingers plunged in and out in a perfect rhythm. Shards of white light pierced her vision as the feelings crescendoed, reaching all the way out to her fingertips and toes. Without knowing it, Bryn had let go of the pillow with her hands, now using them to cover her aching breasts.
Feeling somewhat sated, she smiled as her breathing became calmer, taking a deep breath to soothe her battered nerves. Bryn lifted her head off the pillow, looking to see where Charlie had gone. He hadn’t even left the bed, sitting close to the footboard, head down, breathing heavily. Propping up on her elbows, Bryn scooted her butt under her body so that she was sitting up again. She could see that he was extremely aroused, the evidence tenting his boxers. Bryn reached out to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist, startling her.
“Are you okay?” she quietly asked, praying that she hadn’t hurt him.
Through closed eyes, Charlie gritted, “Bryn, if you touch me right now, I will embarrass myself. Give me a second.” His voice cracked as he spoke, making her furrow her eyes together.
“Did I do something wrong, Charlie?”
His blue-green eyes seemed much darker now when his gaze locked with hers, “Hell, no, Bryn. If that were any more perfect, I would have died. You don’t know how much a responsive woman can turn a man on.”
“I think I did die there for a minute,” Bryn giggled.
Charlie let out a strangled chuckle as he leaned down, resting his forehead on Bryn’s thigh, his hair brushing her stomach. He was still trying to catch his breath.
“I wouldn’t last ten seconds inside your sweet pussy, Bryn. I think I will just go finish off in the shower. You’ve had enough anyway.”
Bryn tipped forward, digging her nail into Charlie’s lower back. Lightly scoring his skin as she pulled back, goose bumps broke out across his skin. “Uh uh, no dice, stud. You promised that I would come three times. I really, really want to feel you inside of me. Once more, I want it. I need it. Please, Charlie.”
Charlie lifted his head, “I can’t promise how long I will last, but your body is so hot, so sensitive. I know I can make you come again.” He stretched up to gently kiss her lips. Bryn could taste her own arousal on his lips.
“You’re mighty sure of yourself, Charlie.”
His wicked smile made her insides clench as he whispered in her ear, “No, I already found your sweet spot, Bryn. All those years of anatomy lessons, and I finally found an exquisite specimen that I can explore inch by sweet inch.”
Quickly sitting up, Charlie reached over Bryn’s body to the nightstand, pulling out a condom. She took advantage of his position, running her hands down his taut stomach muscles, gripping the band of his boxers as she tugged them down. His thick cock sprung free, jutting straight out from his body. Bryn remembered his precaution about touching, holding her hands at her sides as Charlie unfurled the latex down over his shaft. Positioning himself in between her legs, he slowly brushed his cock across her sensitive folds, making her whimper with need.
“I really got you primed, didn’t I, kitten? I’m gonna take you hard and fast. Brace yourself.” Charlie grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her butt off the bed as he impaled her in one swift stroke.
“Argh!” she cried out as Charlie pistoned in and out of her body. He adjusted his hips, searching for the spot inside her that made her spine go limp. Charlie smiled when Bryn’s pants turned into a steady mewl, when he found her sweet spot again. Time slowed as their bodies melded together, delicious friction stirring sensations that Bryn had long since buried. A powerful orgasm was building deep inside her body, causing her channel to swell, clutching his cock each time he pulled back. Bryn screamed as her skin ignited, bolts of lightning shootin
g from her pussy as it milked Charlie’s cock, drawing out their ecstasy. Bryn could feel Charlie’s cock swell as his groaning turned into a constant plea, “Yeeeessssss!”
Charlie’s strokes slowed as he eased them both back down from what was the most intense orgasm Bryn had ever experienced. Her eyelids were heavy as Charlie lay next to her on the bed, pulling her into his side. It was only seconds before sleep took them both.
Chapter Eleven
Bryn’s body woke her from a deep sleep, her bladder demanding attention immediately. Trying to slip out from Charlie’s arm, Bryn shimmied down and out from the weight of his arm. He stirred when she finally pulled out from under his grasp, but thankfully he curled his arms under his chest, quietly snoring again. The bedroom has an en-suite bathroom, only accessible from the inside of the room, with a sliding pocket door. Bryn decided to go downstairs and use the full-size bathroom to keep from waking Charlie. She grabbed her tote bag on the way down the spiral staircase, needing to run a brush through her hopelessly tangled hair.
Once she had freshened up, she dug through her bag to find something comfortable to wear. The only things she had left in the bag were a pair of embellished skinny jeans and a one shoulder embellished tank-top. Neither item would provide much comfort, so Bryn picked up the shorts and t-shirt she had thrown in the corner before she put on her bikini this afternoon. Both items were hopelessly wrinkled, and the shorts had gotten wet from a damp wash cloth that fell off the corner of the bathroom sink, landing directly on her clothes.
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