A flush of embarrassment stained her cheeks and I pressed kisses to her inner thigh and down her legs, past her kneecaps and eventually, to each toe in turn. By the time I made my way back up, the previously snapped coil within Charlotte was already wound back up, ready for another release, and I was right there with her, but I wouldn’t go there just yet. I wanted to coax one more orgasm from her before I sheathed myself into her heat.
Pushing one finger into her, I both heard and felt the ripples of pleasure reverberate from her vocal cords. I licked at her clit as I fucked her with one finger, and then two, slowly stretching her and filling her with my digits. By the time I made it to three fingers, she was bucking underneath me so hard, I knew it wouldn’t be long until she was screaming my name again.
When I felt like she wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, I grabbed her clit with my teeth and applied just the right amount of pressure for her to hurl herself off of the cliff, true to my word, screaming out my name. Before she had any time to come down off of her rush, I sat up between her thighs, lifted her left leg over my shoulder, and pushed into her, to the hilt.
The perfection I felt couldn’t be translated into words. Being inside of her felt like being home. Until this point, I had been living on a desert island, lost, hungry, and frail. It wasn’t me putting Charlotte back together, she was putting me back together from the inside out, and for just a moment, I stayed still. I was happy.
“Move, Alex,” she wailed, pulling me from my thoughts.
Lost in the sensations, I ploughed into her, over and over again, her internal muscles gripping me at every punishing retreat. The air around us swirled in sweat and sex, and more importantly, love, as we both took pleasure from one another, Charlie crying out her third climax while I shouted through my own. When my orgasm subsided, I was still deep within Charlie, and still hard as stone. Rocking my hips, I continued shoving inside of her in short shallow pulses, trying to give her orgasm number four.
Within a few shorts pumps, I felt the telltale signs of an impending explosion from her, and reached between us to massage her oversensitive and over stimulated bud. As she came on my fingers and over my cock, I whispered in her ear, “I love you.”
She didn’t say it back, shit, I wasn’t even sure if she heard me. She was asleep within seconds of her final orgasm and I couldn’t blame her. Her body and her mind had reached its capacity and needed to shut down for at least a little while. Once my own body had returned to a regular rhythm, I slowly peeled myself off of Charlotte’s body and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
When I emerged ten minutes later, Charlotte hadn’t moved from the spot I had left her in. Armed with a warm washcloth, I cleaned her up and slid her up the bed to rest on the pillows, climbing in next to her and throwing the wet cloth on the floor. Within moments, our heartbeats synced and I drifted off to the sounds of Charlotte’s deep breathing in my ear.
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“You like that, boy, don’t you? Don’t try to deny it, you little slut. You like taking my monster cock in that tiny hole of yours.”
All I could do was whimper in response. I hated it. I knew, even at fifteen, that no boy should ever have to be subjected to the kind of life I was currently living. My foster parents did this to me, and every night, I vowed they would pay for it one day. I would wrap my fingers around both of their throats, strangle them, and laugh as the life left their eyes.
“Come on, boy! Try harder! I wanna see that pretty little cock of yours get hard for me.” My current master screamed at me, while simultaneously gripping me firmly in his hands and jerking me.
It wasn’t happening. I couldn’t get hard and I knew if I didn’t please him, he wouldn’t pay my foster parents, and them not getting paid was a fate worse than a little rape. Only once before had this happened and they punished me by locking me in a cupboard under the bathroom sink and refusing to feed me for three days, while I sat in my own waste and cried. I was only ten at the time, and I vowed, no matter how humiliating it was, I would never displease my foster parents again.
Screaming in rage at my own personal hell, I batted my master’s hand away and gripped my own shaft, making myself hard and spilling my seed, all within a minute. I continued screaming when I felt him finish inside of me.
“ALEX, ALEX, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!”
Screaming, all I could hear was screaming. Was that me screaming? It was. Why was I screaming? The nightmare. Scrambling to sit up, I backed away until I hit the headboard, my knees going to my chest, my eyes wide.
I felt the tears that fell from my eyes, and although being touched was the last thing I wanted at the moment, when Charlotte put her arms around me, I let her. She whispered calming words into my ear and stroked my hair like a child while I cried. I hadn’t cried from a nightmare in a long time, and it took me near to twenty minutes before I felt composed enough to stretch my legs back out and address Charlotte.
Vulnerability was something I couldn’t handle. I wasn’t a weak, sissy bitch. I was Alex fucking Porter, and I had lived through some of the worst shit imaginable. Steeling myself from my emotions, I forced myself to relax, taking deep breaths.
“Do you want to talk?” she asked, clearly wanting to know what happened, but not wanting to push me too far.
Shaking my head, I grabbed her around the waist and placed her into my lap. “I will Charlotte. I will at some point, just please don’t push it right now. I can’t, not while the memories are so fresh. Please don’t ask. I can’t handle it right now.”
She nodded at me, pushing my stray hair away from my face before planting a kiss on my closed eyelids. “I love your eyes, Alex,” she said, mimicking my words and actions from earlier. It wasn’t long before I realized her way of calming me would be a complete repeat of our earlier escapades, except, unlike before, I would be on the receiving end. The difference between the two events, was this time, I planned on making sure she heard me say, ‘I love you.’
Chapter 26
Daydreamer Musings
August 16, 2015
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I’m so tired. So incredibly tired, but as I lay here with Alex’s head in my lap, I can’t help but think back to today. It was part heaven and part hell. I spent some time with my mom, who, although she looks pretty bad, is going to be ok. Thank God. I then came back to the hotel with Alex. I was emotionally distraught, and when Alex told me he would sleep on the couch while I took the bed, the small string of control holding me together snapped.
Against all my better judgements and against all of your insisting, I slept with him again. But it was so much more than that. He worshipped me. He worshipped my heart and my body. It was beautiful and my heart patched up a little more. This man is my true love.
But he has a dark side. It’s not my place to say anything, and honestly, I don’t really know anything anyway. I just know that I woke up to a screaming Alex in my bed and it scared me. He’s keeping something from me, and although I should be mad that there is another item that he’s not telling me, I can’t be angry.
I just want to hold him and tell him everything will be ok, but here’s the thing, I don’t even know if it will be ok. How can I promise him things will be better when I can’t even go one day without something happening? What I wouldn’t give for a single twenty four hours of peace. Sun up to sun down, no drama or heartache or pain.
Wishful thinking, I guess.
I will tell you what though, I’d take a life filled with drama as long as Alex was in it. Being alone is not an option at this point for me, and sure, maybe the next revelation may change my mind, but I’m done trying to make it work. It IS going to work between us. I’ve got my secrets too, and one day soon we will both share them. Until that time, I will nurse him back to mental health as best as I can with the limited information I have.
Maybe I could talk to Rachel? I mean, technically, he said that she saved him from his past, maybe she can clue me in on what to do to help?
I guess that might not be a good idea either, but I am at a loss. I’ve never seen Alex so vulnerable. He is always so in charge and in control. Sometimes, I don’t even believe Alex has a softer side.
I know that’s not true, especially after this evening.
If I could insert a gigantic audible sigh right now, I would, but you guys wouldn’t hear it anyway.
I don’t know what the plan is, after tonight. I don’t know if he will be going back to California or staying here with me, and if I’m being honest with myself, I want him to stay. I need him to stay. I need the support he offers me.
I guess we will see what happens when he wakes up. But for now, I need to get some sleep. As I said before, it has been an emotionally and physically draining day. Alex told me he loved me multiple times today, I didn’t say it back, and he probably thought I was sleeping, but I heard him. I love him too, and I always will. He’s given me the greatest gift, and I know I’ll love him until my dying breath.
Chapter 27
Alex
Sitting in that hospital waiting room was pure torture. The machines whirring and beeping, the silence of people walking by, sadness gracing their features, and nurses, who are overworked and overtired, patrolling the halls. It was only seven in the morning in California, so most of my employees were either still getting ready for work or just leaving to get to the office. I’d already checked and dealt with all of the important emails Brigitte had flagged for me and I was starting to get restless.
Charlotte was in the room with her mom, and even though she had already said I was welcome to join them, I wasn’t fully comfortable with sitting in the room with a woman I barely knew, and another woman who I loved with all of my heart, but who wouldn’t say it back. Thinking of Charlotte, though, prompted me to pull my phone back out and check her blog.
Sure enough, there for the world to see, was another piece of Charlotte’s capable writing. I cringed at first. She wanted to go to Rachel and ask questions. I knew Rachel wouldn’t spill anything to her, but I was worried none the less. I wanted to be the one to tell her everything that has happened in my life, but she was determined to make me spill sooner than I was ready.
At the loss of control I felt, I almost contemplated going into her mom’s room to tell her what I thought about it, but I wasn’t quite ready to blow my cover yet. I enjoyed her writing, even when she was talking bad about yours truly. Taking a deep breath and counting to ten, I completed her post, smiling at the end.
She did love me. Even though I knew it was true, seeing her words made it more real, and seeing that she thought my love was a gift, made my heart soar. The fact that she thought I was going to leave her here to fend for her upset me a little. I was never leaving her side. Ever. I was here to stay for the long haul.
Lizzie was doing much better than most people in her predicament, so I didn’t anticipate her letting Charlotte stay for much longer. Elizabeth Hightower loved her daughter and wouldn’t want her staying at her bedside. If I had learned anything in the brief moment I had known her, I could confidently say she would be sending Charlotte away much sooner than her daughter would like, and I would be there to make sure she got on that plane and back to her regularly scheduled life.
I also knew that Lizzie would never ask for help, and the hospital bills alone would put a huge burden on her, and in turn, Charlotte, and that I could not live with. With a mental nod, I stood and approached the nurse’s station. A woman in her late thirties, wearing purple scrubs and donning a name tag stating her name was Jaime, looked up from her computer and smiled, “Can I help you sir?” she asked.
“Yes, thank you. Who do I need to speak with in order to pay for hospital bills?” I asked, clearly registering the look of shock on her face.
“The billing department is on the first floor, next to the entrance. Talk to a woman named Melissa, and she’ll take care of you,” she responded, pointing out the elevators to me.
“Thank you.”
After poking my head in and letting the girls know I was heading down to the cafeteria, I made my way to the ground floor per Nurse Jaime’s directions. As she stated, I found a sign pointing to a small corner of the hospital marked ‘Billing’. After locating Melissa, I sat down in front of her and pulled out my wallet.
“How can I help you today, Mr.?” she asked.
“Porter. Alex Porter.”
“Excellent, how can I help you, Mr. Porter?”
“I need to take care of the bill for a current patient and leave my information on file for any future bills, inpatient or follow-up,” I answered.
“And the patient’s name?” she asked.
“Elizabeth Hightower.”
I watched as she typed in the name into the computer and waited for the results.
“And your relation to Ms. Hightower?” she asked, skepticism clearly lacing her tone.
“She is my soon to be mother-in-law,” I ground out. I shouldn't have been angry at the intrusion, but I was. This woman didn’t need to know who I was, she just needed to take my money. I knew it wasn’t her, it was hospital policy, but I couldn’t help the situation getting under my skin.
“I understand HIPAA laws prevent you from telling me much information, and I’m ok with that, I’d just like to make sure that her bills are paid and she is free and clear from any debt resulting from her accident,” I said more calmly, making sure to stay away from her bad side.
“Alright,” she said, as I blew out a puff of air. “How would you like to pay for this?”
Handing her my black American Express work card, I waited as she ran the numbers before handing it back.
“If I can ask you one more thing, Melissa? I would prefer this payment be kept anonymous. The Hightowers are proud women and I wouldn’t want to offend either her or her daughter.”
“I can mark this as anonymous, Mr. Porter, but if either of them do any real digging, hospital policy dictates they can request to find out who paid for the bill,” she retorted.
Nodding my head at her, I signed the paper pushed in front of me and then stood up. “Thank you, Melissa,” I said, before marching back to the elevators. If I knew anything about Charlotte, she wouldn’t let it go, she would dig to find out the mysterious anonymous donor that paid for her mom’s hospital bills. My only hope was that neither her, nor Lizzie, thought about it with the hubbub of the accident itself.
Walking off the elevator on Lizzie’s floor, I noticed Bracks in the waiting room, clearly here for me.
“Bracks?” I asked.
“Porter, I know you didn’t ask my opinion, but this has been on my mind since we found out, and I thought I would run it past you.”
“Shoot,” I said. I valued Bracks’ opinions, not only as my bodyguard, but as my friend.
“Although the mugging seemed coincidental, what if it wasn’t? The cops believe it was a simple robbery attempt, but a beating that bad is personal, and they didn’t even take her watch, which I happen to know is pretty pricey. I don’t know, something feels off about this.”
He was right. Something was off about the entire situation, and I had been too clouded in lust to even work together this piece of info. What a fucking idiot. How can I take care of Charlotte when I can’t even figure out something as simple as this?
“I also took the liberty of going through local surveillance footage from around the area to see if I could find anything, just don’t ask how I tapped into the feeds. It wasn’t strictly legal. The bank across the street’s ATM caught all we needed,” Bracks stated.
“When was the last time you had a raise, Bracks?” I asked sincerely.
“Just doing my job, sir,” he responded, clearly uncomfortable with the indirect compliment.
“So, what did you find?” I eagerly asked.
“It appeared to be a male attacker, but his face was covered pretty well. I would say he was about five foot eleven, one hundred and sixty pounds. He didn’t have a weapon on him either. He caught her from behind and h
it her in the back of the head, bringing her down, where he then proceeded to kick and punch at her, and what makes me believe this wasn’t just a mugging, was the after. He walked about fifteen feet away, before he jogged back, grabbed her purse, and then ran away. If he was just after her money, he wouldn’t have beaten her so severely or forgotten his bounty at the end.”
“You’re right, Bracks,” I commented, deep in thought.
“I also copied the footage to a flash drive and deleted it from the database at the bank. If this is something you would like to take care of on your own, Mr. Porter, we don’t need authorities getting their hands on this.”
Slapping Bracks on the back, I thanked him again for doing everything I should have done myself, or at least thought of, but I couldn’t dwell on that, I needed to figure out what I was going to do about this new information. Sitting down in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, I placed my head in my hands and thought about our predicament. I needed to figure out who was behind the attacks. I had a pretty good guess, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. There had been no word, or sight, of Robert since Charlotte’s kidnapping in New York. Bracks had been trying to locate him since he jumped out of the window.
“Alex? What’s wrong?” Charlotte’s beautiful voice asked from above me.
I knew I couldn’t keep this from her. No matter how many times she said in the blog she was in for the long haul, I couldn’t risk hurting her again with my omission.
“Why don’t you sit down, Charlotte,” I suggested, grabbing her arm and tugging her down next to me. I wanted to be as close to her as I could, in case she broke down.
“I need to apologize, because I should have told you sooner, and now it seems like it’s coming back to bite me. Bracks and I found evidence that the brakes on your father’s car had been tampered with, which is what caused the accident,” I said, pausing to give Charlotte time to process the news.
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