Promise Me: Some friendships are made to be broken (Beggar's Choice #1)

by Lily Morton

  “I guess so, if I really have to,” I say in mock disgust, and then snort as he throws me over his shoulder and makes his way unerringly to my bedroom. “Are you psychic? How do you know this is my room?”

  “Well erm actually I dropped my stuff off earlier while you were at the club,” he says sheepishly, and I notice his battered holdall in the corner of the room.

  “I was that much of a sure thing, huh?” I say wryly.

  He tosses me onto the bed and then straddles me in all his glory, his blue eyes deep and sparkling. “Mabe, my love,” he whispers seductively. “You’re the surest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I smile up at him and he catches himself for a second then he lowers his head and kisses me slowly, his fingers twining in my hair. I groan and arch up towards him and our kiss breaks loose of its mooring and becomes heated. We moan and he lowers his whole frame over me and begins a torturous bump and grind against me. My breath stutters and I slide my hands over his back and down to his arse, grabbing the taut firmness and pulling him to move harder. He throws his head back bucking against me and panting. “Fuck,” he mutters, and then he jack knifes up and starts tearing at my dress. “Get this fucking thing off now,” he growls.

  “Ay, ay, Captain,” I whisper, and he grins in a pained way.

  “I like that,” he says. “Keep saying that and if you want to throw in the odd Lord and Master you’ll make me a very happy man.”

  “I’m about to do that anyway,” I say, sitting up and running my hand over his hard cock. “Ouch!” I then say in disbelief as he slaps my hand.

  “I believe I gave you an instruction,” he says darkly, pointing at my dress. “Get that thing off now.”

  “Okay, okay, sheesh,” I mutter, pulling the dress over my head and then let out a choked cry as he leans forward and engulfs my nipple through my bra and starts sucking and twirling his tongue. I writhe against him trying to get some pressure on my pussy but he pulls away again and starts stripping off his clothes frantically. Then he stops, posing provocatively in front of me grinning widely.

  “You know Mabes I think we’re onto something,” he says conversationally. “I think my baby likes to be told what to do. What do you say honey? Do you want to come to daddy?”

  “Oh my god, stop!” I groan, giggling wildly and falling to the bed as he abruptly lifts up my lower half and tugs down my knickers. I can feel laughter and desire fizzing through me as if I’ve got fireworks inside me.

  “Yes, God will do as well,” he laughs, falling on me and rubbing his stubble on me so that I shriek and giggle and struggle to get away, until suddenly he stops and stares down at me, happiness and want clear on his face. “I love you,” he whispers fiercely and I smile through sudden tears.

  “I love you too Charlie,” and then he lowers his mouth to me and whispers in my ear.

  “I’m going to make love to you now Mabel,” and he does. He lowers his naked weight onto me and I gasp at the feel of his smooth skin and hard muscles. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me for ages, long lush kisses with our tongues tangling and thrusting as if we have all the time in the world. Then he moves down my body until he reaches my breasts. I groan as he licks and sucks my nipples until they stand up as hard and red as raspberries. My hands twist in his hair relishing the softness of it and I push my body up until it connects with his hard frame and we both pause and groan relishing the feel of each other. He reaches up and gives me a hard open mouthed kiss. “Stop rushing,” he whispers. “We’ll get to everything in its own time.” Then he moves down my body until he’s lying between my spread legs. He looks for a second at my spread lips and I almost feel embarrassed at how wet I am until I see him close his eyes and grind his cock into the mattress as if he can’t help himself. Then I forget my caution and throw my head back in abandon as I feel the first long lick of his tongue through my wetness. “Mmmn, Mabe,” he groans looking up at me for a second, his pupils dilated and a flush high on his cheeks. “You taste so good baby.” Then he sets in and begins to eat me out as if I’m a three course dinner and he’s a starving man. Uttering groans against my sensitive flesh he licks up until he reaches my clit which he circles with his lips and then begins a heated suction that makes my hips rise up off the bed and I force myself into his mouth. In no time at all it comes over me. “Charlie, I’m coming,” I shout and he reaches up and pinches my nipples.

  “Yes, baby come,” he groans and I explode rubbing myself against his face and crying out.

  When I come to, he’s poised over me staring at me heavy lidded, with his mouth still wet from my juices. “I can’t wait,” he whispers and I grab his hips, pulling him to me until I feel his cock parting my lips. “Yes, Charlie. Do it now. I need you to fuck me.“ He pushes slowly into me groaning and then stops when he’s fully seated. He’s so hard I can feel him pulsing and I raise my legs and wrap them around him. He strokes them softly. “You all around me Mabes,” he says simply. “Can’t get any better than this,” and then he starts to move. The friction and feel of him is overwhelming and amazingly I can feel myself quicken again. His smooth chest rubs against my breasts stimulating my nipples into tight points, and sending arrows of pleasure down to my groin. I can feel the crisp hair around his cock against my bare pussy and he angles slightly and presses his finger gently over my clit moving it to match his rhythm. “Christ you’re so wet,” he whispers. “It feels so good love.”

  My hands move down to his cut hips, feeling the sharpness of his hipbones and then around to his arse that’s flexing and rolling with the force of his thrusts. I moan at the feeling and he lowers his head and kisses me deeply, groaning into my mouth and I taste myself on him. “God, Mabe I’m so close,” he grunts.

  “Me too,” I say, crying out as his thrusts gain in force until he’s shoving into me grunting as he bottoms out. He’s so deep now and I can’t believe it but he’s touching somewhere inside me that makes the pleasure swell to an alarming level. “Charlie,” I cry out. “I can’t stand it.”

  “Yes, love that’s it. You can because it’s going to be so good.”

  Suddenly, all the heat comes together and I scream as I convulse around him, dimly hearing his own shout and feeling hot liquid spurt inside me. Then he collapses onto me, putting out a hand to catch himself at the last minute. We’re both trembling slightly and he nestles into me pushing his face into my neck and making a pure sound of contentment. “Fuck!” he mutters and I laugh.

  “You can say that again,” I say.

  “I’m going to say it over and over again,” he mutters. “Just as soon as I can feel my legs again.”

  “Slacker,” I say mockingly, stretching slightly and hugging him closer relishing the warmth and closeness. “No stamina, that’s the problem with you rock stars.”

  He lifts his head immediately. “Oh no,” he says, cupping his hand to his ear. “Tell me I didn’t hear that!”

  “Hear what?” I giggle.

  “That was a challenge Mabel. You have impugned my honour and the honour of all rock gods. Prepare to eat your words.”

  “You couldn’t possibly…..” I begin to say. “Jesus,” I finish as I feel him harden inside me.

  “Yes,” he says complacently. “We shall add that name to my list of titles too wench. Now prepare for some heavy duty sexing.”

  Five Hours Later

  “Fuuuuck!” I shout as I come for what seems like the hundredth time. Charlie raises his head from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juices.

  “Mmmm,” he says licking his lips. “You‘re so erudite Mabes. I love that.” He drops down beside me drawing me into his arms. We lie there for a while and I relax against him loving the heat and strength of him, and feeling a deep satisfied throbbing inside me where he’s been. I’m starting to drift off when I feel him move off the bed and rummage through the pockets of his jeans. Then the bed depresses with his weight and he draws me to him again. I snuggle and start to drift off again but then he shifts and shifts
again.

  “Jesus, you’re a fidget in bed Charlie,” I say peeking at him as he lies flat on his back in all his glorious nudity.

  “I’m bored,” he says.

  “Oh my god, how old are you?” I exclaim flicking his nipple so that he grabs my hand making a stern face. “Do you want to play Twister or something, or shall I read you a story?”

  “No. I’m bored of living together.”

  “What?”

  “Yes I’ve had enough of it. Let’s get married instead.”

  “What?” I shriek in his ear.

  “Fuck,” he says, rubbing the side of his head. “I think only me and a few sheepdogs could hear that Mabes, it was that high.”

  “What do you mean married?” I say struggling to sit up, my heart thundering.

  “Married, married. My ring on your finger. Yours on mine. Till death do us part,” he rattles off. “Come on Mabes, it’s the next logical step. We’ve been living together for long enough. It’s time to make an honest man out of me.”

  “We’ve been living together for five hours,” I say, looking at the clock.

  He shrugs. “When it’s right, it’s right.”

  “This is not the best proposal I’ve ever heard,” I say warningly. “Plus you haven’t even got a ring.”

  He looks smug. “Actually, I have one secreted somewhere on my body. Think of it as our own personal game of hide and seek Mabel. I know how competitive you are. First person to find it wins my hand in lawful matrimony.”

  “Charlie, you’re naked,” I start to giggle. “There really aren’t that many places to find it. Oh god,” I say on a sudden, horrified thought. “It’s not up your bum is it?”

  “No, it is not,” he says in an outraged voice that he spoils by starting to laugh. “What sort of proposal would it be where the ring is up the groom’s jacksy? Mabel, you really should start reading ‘Brides Weekly’ and less of the kinky shit on your Kindle. You’re one sick, fucking puppy.”

  “Shut up!” I smack his chest making him jerk and say ‘ouch‘. As he moves I see something catch the light.

  “Oh my god,” I say and reach down to his groin where in amongst the nest of blonde hair is a ring and what a ring. It’s platinum with a huge cushion-cut diamond surrounded by sparkling diamonds and with small yellowish stones set into the band. I lift it up and it catches the light and sends prisms darting around the room. “Are they topaz?” I ask, and he smiles slightly shyly, sitting up to face me.

  “Yes, they reminded me of the colour of your dress the night I made you mine.”

  “I’ve always been yours,” I whisper, and for a second I see the glint of tears in his eyes as he slowly pushes the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly and looks beautiful, and yet still with enough bling to be a rock star wife’s ring. Then I gasp and smack him. “Jesus Christ,” I say again. “That is the oddest proposal in history. You challenged me to find a ring hidden in your pubic hair. Who does that?”

  “I know,” he says smugly. “You’re a very lucky young lady and it’s nice that you combed my pubes in your desperation to get hitched!”

  “You’d better think of another way to do it mister,” I say in a warning voice. “There’s no way I’m telling our friends and our future children that proposal story.”

  He smiles widely at that and then wrenches the ring back off my finger.

  “Ouch!” I say protesting. “Give that back, I went through a forest to get that.”

  “Mabel, I manscape,” he says in a very offended voice. Then he gets up and falls gracefully to his knees and I put my hand to my mouth because at this moment he is so beautiful and all mine. “Mabel, love of my life. Would you do me the great honour of becoming my wife. You are everything to me that I could ever want. You’re my best friend, the first person I want to see when things go right or when they go wrong. Your smile makes my chest hurt and all I want to do is make you happy for the rest of my life because when you’re happy so am I.” Tears fill my eyes and then he smirks. “Plus you’re an absolutely awesome lay. There’s no way in hell that that’s going back into the public domain!”

  I smack him hard. “Well?” he says questioningly.

  “Well that was much better,” I say in a snooty voice. “You’re still naked but at least there’s no pubes in this story.”

  “No, but there will be in a minute. Multiple pubes entwining in passion.”

  “Bloody hell, that’s dreadful. I think you should let Sid write the lyrics from now on. Now back to the nakedness.”

  “The nakedness is necessary.”

  “What for?”

  “Marriage proposal sex,” he says and jumps on me tackling me to the bed and sitting on me while I shriek. “Well? I haven’t had an answer to my awesome proposal yet.”

  I smile up at him and I know my whole heart is in it because I’ve never been more in love with him, which since I’ve loved him since I was thirteen is really saying something. “Charlie Hudson,” I say seriously. “I will marry you because I love you so much I can’t contain it inside me. I’ve loved you since I was thirteen and I’ll love you until the day I die because you make me laugh and you make me feel safe and you‘re my best friend.”

  For a second we stare at each other and my head is full of all the memories that I have with this man and all the memories to come.

  “Love you Mabes,” he chokes.

  “Love you more baby.”

  He reaches down and kisses me softly and with all the feeling I could ever want and while he does that he lifts my hand and slides my ring back on.

  He breaks the kiss and looks at my hand. “Well look at that,” he drawls. “What a lucky woman you are Mabel Pearson.”

  “And why is that?” I ask coyly.

  “Because you have just won some more sex,” he growls, and tackles me back to the bed as I screech.

  5 Hours Later

  “Sweet Jesus,” Charlie groans, and comes with a long drawn out grunt as I shudder with the last shivers of my orgasm. He pulls out slowly and we both groan at the feeling of well used nerves twinging around him.

  “I think you’ve broken me Mabes,” he says lying on his stomach and throwing his arm over me.

  “I am a sex goddess in bed,” I say coyly. “But don’t tell anyone.”

  “Your secret is safe with me,” he mutters.

  I’m just about to close my eyes when he shifts and rolls to face me.

  “Okay, I’m ready now,” he says.

  “What, again?” I groan. “Surely it’s broken by now Charlie.”

  “Watch it woman,” he says severely. “My spear of ecstasy will never be broken.”

  “Spear of ecstasy,” I snort. “That‘s fucking priceless!”

  “That too. No, I’m ready to start a family now. Let’s get pregnant,” he says calmly.

  I laugh out loud. “Charlie, you have the time span of a flea. Are we getting our bus passes in an hour, or booking our retirement home?” This earns me a pinch on my bum. “Ouch!” I say rubbing the offended cheek.

  “Mabel, you shouldn’t mock my new found maturity. Instead you should follow along in its wake like a good little woman.”

  “Charlie, I hate to rein in your settling down compulsion but four months ago you were roaming the world terrorizing all the single ladies’ vaginas. Are you actually sure you’re ready for marriage and children? We can just live together for a bit first if you want.”

  He sits up. “Mabel, you’re a young woman with extremely loose morals. Good job I’m here to steer you onto the correct path.” I try to look suitably contrite. “Now, you say that I never make promises that I can’t keep?” I nod and go to speak but the bastard puts his hand over my mouth and shakes his finger at me. “Well I’m going to make you a promise now. Are you ready?”

  I nod. “Yes,” I say mock meekly.

  His eyes narrow threateningly. “You need a good spanking woman.”

  “Okay, okay,” I laugh. “I’m listening,” and then I
stop laughing as he continues.

  “Mabel I promise that I’m going to be the best husband you’ll ever have. I’m going to be the best lover you’ll ever want. I’m going to be the father of our children and the first person that you turn to for everything you need. But most of all Mabel,” he smiles at me tenderly as tears run down my face. “I promise I’m going to be your best friend forever.”

  And, like all the promises that Charlie ever made, he kept that one.

  Epilogue

  5 Years Later

  Charlie

  I lie in the darkness listening to the sound of the surf hitting the beach outside our villa. I’m naked and covered in sweat with my heart still pounding, and I think I actually came my brains out. My wife is lying lax against me already deeply asleep. She lies curled in the circle of my arm while I idly stroke her back and the top of her world class arse. Her skin feels warm and silky and I stare into space enjoying the feel of her steady breaths hitting my skin. She’s out like a light which isn’t surprising, not because of the sex which was epic as usual, but because of the baby she’s cooking at the moment. She’s six months pregnant and as if I’ve woken her with the thought she moves against me and I feel the sleek, stretched skin of her belly which my free hand automatically reaches down and caresses. As if on cue the baby stirs and I feel the flutter of movement against my hand and I don’t mind admitting that in the darkness of the night I have a tear in my eye. I blink it away and feel my body start to go heavy with the onset of sleep.

  We’re in Hawaii on a break before the band starts the next leg of our world tour. Ticket sales have gone through the roof and we’re totally sold out. In the old days I’d have celebrated this with a night of total debauchery, full of gorgeous women and alcohol. Now I’m lying in bed with a beautiful woman with my baby in her belly and a few days ahead of doing absolutely nothing except lie in the sun, swim and go off on any fucking excursion that she sets her little heart on, and I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way. I tell myself I should definitely sleep though because I don’t know how long this peace is going to last.