Charlie's Whiskey

by Harlow Brown

  "Fuck, Charlie, that's amazing."

  "How's this?" She ran her soft little hands all over my stomach, up my arms, and across my chest, being sure to pay attention to my pierced nipples. The sensation traveled quickly south and made me harder than I already was.

  "No words, babes. No words to describe it."

  "Perhaps I can help you get your words back like this…." Suddenly, and totally unexpectedly, she took my length into her hot, wet mouth and her tongue swirled around the head.

  "Holy shit, Charlie. Stop that or I'll be done far too soon. I want to enjoy this."

  Hensley felt it an excellent time to chime in. "Ah, yes, I remember that feeling. She just went down on you. You are welcome. I taught her those skills."

  "We all have to start somewhere. Now that she’s learned the basics from you, I'll be sure to teach her how to make me putty in her hands, but she’s doing a fine job of that all by herself. God, Charlie, you have the mouth of an angel, but you have to stop."

  She obeyed my wish and stood up again. Grabbing her face, I kissed her lips. Not just kissed them—I owned them. Every ounce of control, lust, and love was poured into that one kiss. She needed to know I had genuine feelings for her and that I wasn't just trying to piss Hensley off. I pulled away and broke the best kiss I had ever experienced and put my hands on her hips. "Are you sure you want this, Charlie?"

  Hensley laughed. "Really? Are you a pussy? You've gotten this far. You'd seriously stop now? Blue balls mean anything to you?"

  "Not as much as Charlie does. You messed with her head, you sorry motherfucker. If she isn't ready, then I'll wait until she is. Unlike you, I'm after her heart, not her perfect body."

  Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in what I said. "You’re serious, aren't you?"

  "Babes, I have never been more certain of anything, ever."

  "Whiskey," she murmured as she pushed me backward. She flicked her eyes to the window and nodded.

  Unsure of exactly what she wanted, I muted the phone again. "What, Charlie?”

  "Fuck me in the window. I want the son of a bitch to watch another man take me and push me into oblivion."

  "I didn't plan on fucking you our first time together. I was going to go slow and sweet, not hard and fast. Are you sure you’re ready for that?"

  "Look, I don't know how to say it and not have it sound shitty, so take it at face value. I haven't had slow and soft in so long I don't remember what it’s like. I know hard and fast. Just do that, and we can have our slow and sweet later. Now un-mute that phone and fuck me in that window."

  I was not happy about the way it was going down, but she thought she needed it. I did as I was told and un-muted the phone, laying it on the table.

  "Come to me, Charlie," I said in a deep, gravelly voice. Much to my surprise, she did, owning that short walk to me like a queen. She cocked her head to the side a little bit, locked eyes with me, ran her tongue over her perfect heart-shaped lips. She stopped halfway to me, removed her bra, and tossed it aside. Her eyes met mine again and she shed her pants. Damn, she was sexy in her matching black lace panties.

  "Charlie, you're fucking gorgeous. I can't stop staring" was all I could say.

  "Well, then don't, but walk and gawk at the same time. I need you, Whiskey."

  Holy shit. "Yes, ma'am." I grabbed her, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. She kissed me like she couldn't get enough, like this was the last time she'd ever see me. She whispered in my ear so Hensley couldn't hear her, "I want you to take this impressive cock and fuck me against that window."

  Naturally, I obliged and pressed her against the window. The damn curtain was blocking Hensley's view, so Charlie ripped it off the rod—and off the wall—and threw it down, completely destroyed.

  "I'll pay for that when we check out." She grinned with her legs still gripping my hips. I took her arms and held them above her head by the wrists, using my free hand to explore her body. I flipped my hand over so the back of it gently touched her face, then traced a path to her neck before rubbing her soft, pink flesh. She responded with a head roll and a barely audible moan.

  "Let me hear you, Charlie." My hand moved south between her breasts, and her gasp was my reward. Goose bumps covered her chest as my hands continued down over her flat belly. She opened her eyes and watched me explore her body.

  "Whiskey," she purred as I slid my hand lower into her wetness. "Oh my God."

  "Yeah? You like that, huh?" I was breathing hard myself and all I had done was gotten my fingers wet. Reality told me that once I was balls deep I wouldn't last long, so I was going to make sure she had at least one killer orgasm.

  "Babes, I'm going to let your arms go. Situate yourself so your legs are resting on my shoulders and your back is against the window. Got it?"

  "Yes."

  I positioned her so her pussy was in my face. "Charlie, your smell is driving me wild. I can't wait to be inside you."

  "Fuck!" she yelled as my tongue slid from her warm wet opening to her clit.

  "In a minute, I promise, but right now I'm going to make you come apart on my face. I'm going to take advantage of your legs around my neck and back against that window. The only thing you have to hold on to is my hair. You ready?"

  "Oh my God, that is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me before. Hell yes, I'm ready. I need you, now."

  "Char, you say that like I never talked dirty to you," we both hear from the speakerphone. We had temporarily forgotten he was still there, completely wrapped in each other.

  "'Come here, my little slut. I'm going to fuck your brains out' isn't exactly dirty talk, Hensley. You should do your new girl a favor and take notes because you need a beginner’s course in the bedroom department. It's time you went back to school."

  If I didn't have a five-foot-three piece of heaven wrapped around my head, and it wouldn't totally kill the mood, I'd laugh my ass off right now. Instead I circled her clit with my tongue. Seeing as her back was to the window and her thighs were on my shoulders, I had two free hands that I could use to drive her body into a frenzy. She came with violent force, screaming my name as her whole body shook and she pulled my hair. "There's one," I said as her quaking subsided somewhat.

  "No. No more. I need you inside me now.”

  "Yes, ma'am!" I helped her off my shoulders and slid her down my torso. I thought my dick was hard enough to hammer nails in two-by-fours already, but I was mistaken. I kept eye contact to make sure she was still on board and wasn't about to have a flashback as I gently pressed myself in.

  "Holy shit, Whiskey, is this thing even legal? You're fucking huge."

  "Babes, tell me if I need to stop."

  "Fuck that. Just give me a minute. Then I need you to fuck me so hard that I forget my name and start screaming yours.”

  "Now, Char," Hensley interrupted. "Why couldn't you have been like this with me? I could've made you happy, given the chance."

  "Hey, numb nuts, I'm a little busy here. And for the record, you had years to get it right. Thank fuck I found someone who knows what the hell he’s doing. Just having his cock inside me is almost enough to do the trick, since I can actually feel it."

  I started moving just a little bit, and she moaned, "He's hitting all the right spots."

  I began to speed up my thrusts as I felt her stretch to fit me. Once I knew she was good, I grabbed her and ground my hips into her two times, a blush covering her breasts and creeping up her neck. I thrust again, hard, and felt her core clench and spasm around my cock. As beautiful as she looked coming around me, I needed to see it again, so I dropped to a painfully slow speed to keep myself from falling off the edge.

  "Holy cow, that was incredible."

  "Can we switch?"

  "Sure. How do you want it, babes?"

  She reached over and muted the phone.

  "I want Hensley to watch you make me come. I want him to see the look on my face, the one he never got to experience, as you bring me to orgasm again."

/>   She took the phone off mute again without letting me say yes or no.

  "Hands against the glass. I'm taking you from behind. I've seen your face light up and your skin turn pink. Now I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to see that perfect little ass of yours bouncing."

  She did just that, and I didn't give her time to respond. Need took over, and I was in her in one fluid motion. Damn, this isn’t going to take long at all. She was tight and felt like a dream. I thrust twice, and she started quaking again and screaming, "Oh my! Fuck me!" As soon as she calmed down from orgasm number three, I couldn't stand it anymore, and increased my pace. I fucked her like she’d been asking for, hard and fast. I felt her breathing hard, and the beginning of her fourth orgasm started. "Wait on me, Charlie. I'm so close. It won't be long." Thrusting hard and watching her ass bounce, her hands pressed against the glass, had me ready in no time.

  "Charlie, now. Come for me now," I said as I lost myself in the most freeing and powerful orgasm I had ever had.

  "Whiskey… fuck… don’t stop."

  I kept riding the wave of bliss that we shared until she stopped shaking. We heard squealing tires outside and silence on the other end of the line. I pulled out of her, against her wishes, and turned her to me. ‘Just fucked’ looked good on her. I gathered her into a heartfelt embrace and said, "Charlie, I haven't had that kind of connection with anyone… ever. Tell me it wasn't just for show. Tell me you felt it too."

  "I wish I could say that I haven't felt this connection since I saw you on Jazz's porch, but I'd be lying. I tried to fight it, but the truth is…."

  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

  I HAVEN'T KNOWN this man long enough to tell him I feel like I can't function properly without him, that he makes me whole again. That I can't fathom him being mine, like it's too good to be true.

  "Truth is what, Charlie?"

  I looked into his eyes and searched. For what, I wasn’t sure, but I still looked for it. I supposed I was looking for the part of him that was getting dressed and leaving now that he’d conquered the crazy, broken girl.

  "Stop thinking. Just let it be. Just let us become what we're supposed to be." He grabbed my upper arms with his hands and held me at arm's length. "Charlie, that was hands-down the best sex I've ever had. Not just because you fit me like a glove, or feel like a fucking wet dream, but because I feel you. I know some of your demons, and I'm fighting similar ones."

  "Truth is…." I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and thought for just a second.

  Should I tell him I can't stand the thought of being alone? That I can't possibly think about a day without him by my side? Yes, I should.

  "The truth is I get terrified by the thought of sleeping without you in the room. I'm terrified of what I'm feeling for you so quickly, especially since I just dealt with the whole situation with Hensley. But mostly I'm so thankful that you walked up on that porch that night. I'm so grateful I found you. I'm glad that, for whatever fucked-up reason, you seem to want to be around me. I haven't ever had that. It's very foreign."

  I opened my eyes to see him with his head slightly cocked to the side, and I smiled shyly. "The truth is, Whiskey, I'm afraid of all the feelings I'm having for you, like it's too good to be true. Like you are too good to be true. I'm afraid you’ll lose your patience with me and run away when I freak the fuck out over some stupid trigger that you have no knowledge of. I'm afraid of losing you and not knowing if I actually ever had you to start with."

  To lighten the seriousness in the room, I joked, “And I'm afraid of never having sex like that again."

  His howling laughter made my heart smile. "Babes, you don't have to worry about any of that. You know what? I'm scared too. I'm afraid you won't want to stay with me and that you won't like the club. But I will never run. I haven't wanted to give my heart over to anyone, babes, but if you want it, it's yours. Don't answer yet. I don't want to rush you. "

  "Whiskey, I've never wanted anyone more. Not to play the victim card, but I'm a little guy-shy of the relationship scene. The only other one I've ever had sucked ass."

  I'm all for serious heart-to-hearts, but I was feeling like I was suffocating. I gazed down at his sexy-as-sin torso and ran my hands over his bumps. I made sure I had his attention before I said, "I will think about keeping you." The most shit-eating grin graced my face, and I followed that statement with, "If for no other reason than I just had four orgasms. I've not had that many in a week, let alone in one encounter."

  "Babes, I can't promise that it will be like that every time, nor do I want to live up to that expectation, but I can guarantee you that whatever we are, it isn't based on sex. I'd prefer there be some, but that's up to you. And I promise you with everything that I am that you will be satisfied every time at least once.” He glanced out the window. “We should get going. Your crazy ex is gone, and we have our way out now."

  "Damn him. He's even managing to ruin the moment with you too."

  Whiskey put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up to his. "Charlie, there's not one goddamned thing in this world that could ruin what just happened. You got me? Nothing."

  As I looked into his eyes, I saw something I’d never seen before—truth. I, of course, believed him when he said this stuff to me, but it was all so new to me that it still surprised me.

  "Okay" was all I could say before he held my nakedness against his in an embrace so full of passion and emotion. It felt good for more than one reason. Yeah, it was nice for real affection and all, but damnation, his body was made of pure perfection.

  "Whiskey, let me go or fuck me again."

  The shock of my words was etched in his beautiful features. I didn't want to make him guess my thoughts, so I clarified my previous statement. "Me being pressed against your fucking abs is doing shit to my girlie bits, and I need you to remedy that or remove me from the situation. Seeing as my fucktard ex is batshit crazy and on a ‘kill Charlie and Whiskey’ mission, it seems as we don't have time right now for you to fix me properly. So please let me go."

  "I loathe that sorry bastard. You know that, don't you? Get your fine little ass dressed and let's get out of here. I'll go call Briar and arrange for your car to be picked up, so we can just take the 4Runner and get out of town."

  On the way down to the cars he called Briar and got all of the plans squared away. Whiskey loaded the 4Runner while I transferred the stuff from the Mustang, making sure to get out all the important documents and everything from the consoles. Finding a piece of paper and a pen, and knowing Hensley would be back to get me—or so he thought—I decided to leave him a note, just a little line to let him know I was done. Again.

  Hensley,

  I’m not real sure how else to make you see that we're done. I've told you, I've had your ass kicked, and I even shot your dumb ass. So here it is again, in writing this time. I. Am. Done. I hate you, and I hate myself for ever falling in love with you in the first place. I hate you for every evil, dirty, immoral thing you ever did to me or had me do. I hate you because you took from me the one thing that I can't ever get back. I hope you rot in the depths of hell, and I pray to God that you get the karma you deserve. If I'm lucky, I'll get to watch some of it unfold.

  May your days be limited.

  Charlie

  P.S. I hope you enjoyed the show. I did.

  I placed it on the dash, where I knew he would see it, then locked the key in the trunk. Jazz had the extra key fob at home. She would be sure it got home in one piece.

  "You ready?"

  "Yes. I need a drink and a bath."

  "In about nine hours, Charlie. I promise to run you a bath and get you some wine. In fact, I'll call Magnum and have it stocked."

  "Wine?" I scowled.

  "Okay, bad idea. What would you like?"

  "Shinerbock."

  "Should've known. I'll have it ready for you. Am I driving or are you?"

  "Nice try, biker boy, but
it's my brand new ride and I will drive it, thank you very much." I grinned at him and threw him a bone. "I’ll let you drive eventually. Just let me play with my new toy first, okay? I realize that you have a control issue, but suck it up, buttercup." I winked at him.

  "Buttercup? Babes, do I look like a fucking buttercup? I'm big and tatted with long hair, for Christ’s sake."

  "Buttercup it is."

  Whiskey grinned and playfully grabbed me, pulling me in for a hug. As our eyes met, time, space, and everything came to a screeching halt. It was the weirdest, most amazing feeling I'd ever experienced, almost like we were holding a conversation, only with no words. Our silence spoke volumes, saying enough to let each other know without a doubt that this, whatever this may be, was perfect. We owned each other in a way that was brand new to us both.

  He must have seen it in my eyes, as he smiled and said, "You felt it too, didn't you? I'm no expert, but I've never felt anything like that. A feeling like this only means one thing. We belong together, Charlie. You own me. There's no denying it. And I own you."

  This is what Jazz and Briar have. This is the love I’ve only dreamed about. Son of a bitch. I’ve fallen in love with a biker, one I know nothing about. Not really.

  That should’ve alarmed me and had me running for the hills, but instead I reached up and put my arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

  "I can't say the words yet, but it's so true."

  "Words? I love you?"

  "No."

  "What words, Charlie?"

  "You own me. I can't. I've been a possession for way too long. What I can say is that I haven't ever felt like this before. And I wouldn't change anything." I paused a second to recuperate and then continued my confession. "You’ve managed to take the shards of my broken self and put me back together. When I didn't think it was feasible to love again or to be loved, it was you who changed it all. Even with all the shit you’ve seen in the last few days—my crazy-ass ex, my skittish tendencies, my battle wounds—you’re still here. You never left. You gave me hope and made me see that there is one more good guy out there, and I'm the lucky one who gets to keep him. So Whiskey, when I say that I love you, don't take it lightly. Just know that you’ve done the impossible."