by Lizzie James
“We’ll make it happen, darling. I promise.” I took a seat at the table, not wanting to crowd her in the kitchen. “So, what are we doing tonight?” I asked.
I hoped that ‘stripping her naked and fucking her senseless’ was on the list.
“Well, I thought that as our lives have been way too dramatic as of late, that maybe we could do something boring like Netflix and chill.” She bent down to the oven and pulled a plate of nachos and cheese out. “Take this into the lounge,” she said, handing me the plate, “and I’ll be right in.”
I did as she asked, kicking my shoes off and taking a seat on the sofa. I grinned when I saw that she had already set us up with some bottles of Budweiser. I grabbed the remote off the table, loaded up her profile and started nosing through her previously watched programmes.
“I’m seeing a theme here,” I said when she walked into the lounge.
“Hey! Don’t knock Vin Diesel.” She put a small plate of chicken wings between us before she took her seat, leaving the seat in between us for the food. She grabbed the remote off me before going to Fast & Furious 7. “Fancy it?”
“Sure.” I grabbed my bottle, taking a swig and reached for a nacho. I offered it to her, grinning at the look of surprise that was on her face. She parted her lips, allowing me to feed her before eating the cheesy nachos. She did the same for me, gasping when I grabbed her hand, licking the taste off the tips of her fingers.
We spent the rest of the meal, feeding each other bits of nacho and chicken.
After depositing the dishes in the dishwasher, she cuddled up to me, placing her head on my chest and watching Vin Diesel and Paul Walker chase the white lines on the road.
“So, I spent almost all of today trying to ignore what James has been keeping from me.” I looked down at her, chuckling at the smile that I saw there.
“I knew you’d forgotten.” She bit her lip. “It’s not a big deal. I mean, I know it hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing for us.”
“Forgotten?” I asked, acting confused before smiling at her. “I wouldn’t forget our three month anniversary.”
“You remembered!” she shrieked before kneeling up at my side. “We all thought you had forgotten with all the stress you’ve had lately over Anton.”
“Absolutely not.” I reached into my jean pocket and pulled the small white jewellery box out. “For you,” I said, holding it out for her.
“But I didn’t get you anything.” She looked so surprised.
“I don’t need anything.” I grinned when she reached for the box.
“This must have been expensive,” she whispered, spotting the Pandora logo stamped on the lid of the box.
“Open it,” I said, feeling impatient. I had spent over an hour at the shop picking this ring out and I was worried that she wouldn’t like it.
She did as I demanded before bringing her hand up to her chest. “Oh, Alex.” She pulled the ring out, gazing down at it before turning her watery eyes up to mine. “It’s so beautiful.” It was a gold ring with a white daisy sitting on top of it. It hadn’t been cheap, but she was worth it.
“Well, daisies are your favourite, and I thought...” I stopped talking when she shook her head and slipped the ring on her middle finger. I was relieved when it went straight on.
“It’s perfect!” She took my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you so much.”
I reached for her and placed her sideways across my lap before blowing out a sigh of relief. “I was nervous you were going to hate it.”
“It’s so thoughtful of you.” She stroked her fingers into the curls at the back of my hair. “I love it. It was so sweet of you to get me something like this.”
Before I could say anything, she moved her lips to mine, sucking on my bottom one before slipping her tongue into my mouth. She moved her tongue against mine, moaning when I reached over and fondled her breast.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
Make love. Fuck, I wasn’t sure I could do that, but I was willing to give it a try for her.
I nodded my head, steadying her as she stood. I took her hand, following her as she turned the television off and went into the bedroom before closing her door. She moved around me before coming back to standing in front of me. She reached up and grasped my top button and slowly undid them. Her hands shook as she did it, showing how nervous she was. As she undid the bottom button, she slid her hands up over my shoulders and moved the shirt back off my shoulders. As soon as my upper torso became bare for her, she reached up, trailing kisses over my left pectoral.
I dropped my hands, pulling the shirt off before tossing it to the floor. I reached down and placed my hands on her lower back and trailed them further down to where her dress hung down past her waist. I stared into her eyes, silently asking for her permission.
She slowly nodded her head before lifting her hands in the air, urging me to remove it.
I grasped the skirt and slowly pulled it up over her body. I could feel myself growing harder with every patch of skin that was displayed to me. I tossed the dress aside before reaching down and palming her arse cheeks. She was left in a yellow thong and matching bra that was squeezing her tits together in the most delicious cleavage.
She wrapped her arms around my neck at the same time as I lifted her.
We both moaned when she wrapped her legs around my waist. She rocked her hips, causing friction between us.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
21
Charlie
“Make love to me.”
His beautiful brown eyes looked up at mine, and it broke me a little at the uncertainty that I could see reflected back at me.
“You look nervous,” I whispered. I rested my hand on his shoulder, rubbing my fingers gently along the muscle, attempting to soothe him with my touch. “What is it?”
He swallowed heavily. “Making love is new to me.” His grasp tightened where he was holding me. “I don’t want to break you.”
“You won’t.” I leaned my head down to his, resting our foreheads together. “You won’t hurt me.”
He walked us closer to the bed before climbing atop the mattress. He laid us down in the centre of the bed, resting his weight over mine. He moved his mouth down and trailed kisses along my neck.
I tilted my hips, attempting to rock myself against him, stopping when I realised he was holding back from me.
“I want you,” I whispered.
“I know.”
He moved down my body, kissing down between my cleavage and stomach. He slid his fingers under the straps of my thong on my hips before he tugged. I lifted my hips, allowing him to pull them down my legs. He tossed them over his shoulder behind him as he lay down between my legs, parting them wide enough for his shoulders.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all fucking day,” he gritted out. He moved his face closer to me before he kissed the inside of my leg. My hips shot up, making him chuckle.
“Sensitive, darling?” He turned his head and did the same to the other leg before he sucked my clit into his mouth. He moved his tongue down further, licking up my slit.
I moaned at the contact, waiting for him to do it again. I wasn’t kept waiting long.
He moaned against me, causing sparks to explode inside of me. I rocked my hips against his face, gasping when I felt him tilt my pelvis up to his mouth. His tongue began moving faster as I felt him press a finger to my opening. He slid two digits inside me straight away before adding a third. He pumped them inside me slowly before he sped up.
“Fuck, stop,” I gasped. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Fuck, yes.”
He flicked his tongue harder against me, not stopping until I was coming apart for him, calling out his name.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you call out my name.” He climbed off the bed before undoing his jeans. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and I sat up, stopping
him.
“I’m clean,” I blurted out. “I’m on the pill. If you wanted to...”
He stared at me for a moment before he pulled his jeans down, dropping them on the floor.
“If you’re sure,” he whispered.
I parted my legs for him, moaning when I felt his hard length nudge against me. He slipped his hands beneath me and unclasped my bra, before tossing it aside.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered. “All of you.” He reached down and lined himself up with me, gently moving inside of me.
I moaned, arching my back, feeling the pleasure spike.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “You feel so good.” He moved further inside of me, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “So fucking good.” He leaned his weight on his hands on either side of me, watching my breasts move from his position.
I lifted my hands and trailed them up over his shoulders before grasping the back of his neck and pulling his forehead down to mine.
“I...” I stopped, unsure of how to say it—unsure how to say what I had vehemently denied for the last few weeks.
He stopped moving, his eyes widening in surprise. He knew.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I really do.”
He pushed his face down to mine before thrusting his tongue in between my parted lips. He moaned against my mouth before his hips began moving against mine again.
“Fuck, I love you, too.” He moved his lips harder against mine before he dipped his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His grip on my hip tightened as I felt him start to tense. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now.” He reached up and grasped my breast, pulling roughly on my nipple. His hips sped up, thrusting harder before I felt pleasure explode through me.
I moaned against his lips, clenching my legs around his hips when I felt his orgasm hit. He slumped against me, crushing me with his weight before I felt him turn his head and kiss the side of my neck behind my ear.
“Fuck me,” he gasped. He rolled over, slipping out of me and pulled me against his side.
“I think I just did that.” I pressed a kiss to his chest before entwining my legs with his.
“You did.” He dipped his head and kissed the top of my head. “It’s never felt like that before.” He grinned down at me.
“No,” I whispered. “It hasn’t.”
“Do you feel okay?” he asked, looking down at me.
“I feel great. A little sticky.” I wiggled my hips before continuing. “I feel happy.”
He stared down at me for a moment before he dipped his head, kissing my lips gently.
“So do I, darling.” He tightened his arm around me before taking my other hand in his and resting it over his chest. “So do I.”
Waking up the next morning, I opened my eyes, unable to stop smiling at the sight that greeted me.
Alex was lying on his side, facing me. He had the cutest pout on his face and had his arm loosely wrapped across my waist. He had been perfect last night, and falling asleep in his arms after our evening together was the perfect ending to an already perfect anniversary.
I could have laid there all morning watching him, but unfortunately, the clock behind Alex was taunting me with the time. I gently moved his arm, being careful not to wake him, and shuffled out of bed. I was due at the café, especially as Addie wasn’t here to help.
After taking a shower, I dried my hair in the kitchen, mindful of how loud my hairdryer could be. Tossing it up in a sloppy bun, I snuck into my bedroom and threw on a clean uniform before scribbling a note down and leaving it on the side for him.
Loved waking up with you. Hope you’ll keep me warm tonight – C xxx
Walking into the café, I groaned when I realised I was only half-hour early before the doors would open. I quickly grabbed an apron, and after washing my hands, I whipped up a cookie batch. I was just scooping uneven blobs onto the cookie sheets when Sandra walked in through the door.
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” She grabbed an apron from the back of the door and tied it around her waist. “Is it just me and you today?” she asked, looking around.
“Yes.” I popped two trays of cookies in the oven before turning to her. “Addie has gone to visit her parents in Manchester so it’s going to be busy today.”
“No problem. I’ll be out front if you need me.”
The day slowly passed, and I was a little disappointed that Alex hadn’t been by to see me. It was selfish because I knew how busy his bar got, and I knew he had been working the days and relying on his staff to cover the nights so he could spend time with me.
That evening I went straight to the bar, not wanting to be alone. I stopped by for a kiss, loving the look of surprise on his face.
“How was your day?”
“It was good. It’s busy here,” I said, looking around. “Is it cool if I stay with you tonight?”
“Of course it is.” He frowned at me before reaching out and sliding his finger along my cheekbone. “You look tired.”
“I am.” I gave a small wave to James.
“I, uh, I can’t escape for another few hours. One of the boys rang in sick,” he apologised.
“That’s okay.” I went to take a step away but he stopped me by holding his key out for me. “I’ll be up when we close up most likely.”
“You trust me in your home unsupervised?” I teased. I was oddly touched that he was letting me stay.
“Of course. I have Netflix and Prime so make yourself at home.” He grinned at me. “What do you want to eat? I can bring it up when it’s ready.”
“Oooh. Can I have a steak sandwich and fries, please?”
James nodded before going to move past us.
“And maybe some onion rings and a strawberry shake?” I cheekily added on.
“Damn, woman. You can eat.” James laughed as he went to the kitchen.
“You haven’t eaten today, have you?” Alex asked, concerned.
“No.” I shook my head, avoiding his frown. “It’s been too busy.”
“Okay.” He tapped my hand and nodded his head behind him to the staircase. “Go on up.”
I held his key tighter in my hand and made my way upstairs. His scent was everywhere, and it relaxed me immediately. I went into his bedroom and grabbed his t-shirt that was on the end of his bed. I picked it up, loving how it still smelled of him. I quickly stripped and slipped it over my head. It swamped me and hung to just above my knees.
Taking a seat on the sofa, I loaded his extremely large television up. After browsing through his apps, I giggled when I saw that he had Disney+. I selected Avengers Endgame and waited for it to load up. I would always be Team Bucky and Cap. Those two were fucking hot together.
“Room service!” a voice called from the door, and Alex came in, carrying my food and shake on a serving tray.
“I could get used to this!” I sat up, smiling up at him as he placed the tray on my lap.
“I hope so!” He bent down and pressed his lips roughly to mine. “You look so fucking sexy in my top.” He groaned, pulling away from me. “Don’t tease.” He palmed his cock, rearranging his hardness. “I’d rather be up here between your legs than down there.”
“Well, you have my permission to wake me up however you like when you come up.” I blew him a kiss as he turned away and started walking to the door.
“I’ll hold you to that, minx.” He gave me his signature wink before he disappeared downstairs.
I giggled, grabbing a fry and dipping it into my shake, moaning at the mixed taste of salty and sweet. Addie usually called me a pig when I did that.
The movie ended with me a sobbing mess. It was a perfect ending and one that was needed. I reached for the remote and turned the television off before taking the dishes to the kitchen and washing them clean. Stacking them on the worktop to take down to James’s kitchen tomorrow, I walked to the bedroom, leaving the light on in the lounge for Alex. I quickly climbed under the blanket, snuggling into Alex’s pillow, inhaling his scent as sleep
sucked me under, where I remained until morning.
22
Alex
“Lock up on your way out, James.” I tossed a few glass bottles in the bin after cleaning the tables and headed to the staircase. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bro.” I walked into the apartment, expecting to see Charlie on the sofa, but there was no sign of her. I passed the kitchen, grinning when I saw she had cleaned up after herself. I kicked my shoes off and walked to the bedroom.
Standing at the door, I stood there for a few moments, watching her lying in my bed. She was in the middle, cuddling her head into my pillow. She had kicked the blankets off, showing her beautiful, creamy legs. She looked fucking perfect. Watching her lying there, taking up my space, I knew it was a sign that I wanted her forever.
I pulled my top off, tossing my jeans aside and climbed into bed behind her. I didn’t want to disturb her too much. I wrapped my arm over her waist before dropping my head to her hair and inhaling her strawberry scent.
She moaned sleepily before turning her head. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.” I kissed her cheek before bringing her closer to my chest.
“You’re so warm,” she sleepily muttered.
“That was the deal, right?” I asked, reminding her back to the note she had left me this morning.
“Right,” she giggled. “I love falling asleep with you.”
“Me too, darling.” I kissed her forehead before laying my head back. “Sweet dreams.”
After spending a good portion of the night staring at the ceiling, I was surprised to wake up in the morning to the smell of bacon. I climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of grey jogger bottoms and walked out to the kitchen.
“Something smells yummy.” I chuckled when I saw how much she had cooked: bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast, juice… “Now this I could get used to.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her into me before rocking my hips against her arse.