ASIA

 

Since Charles was new in town, he didn’t have much to do. I wasn’t eager to go back out on the town myself. Work was the last thing I wanted to deal with.

We ended up spending most of the day in his hotel room. He laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling in complete solitude from the rest of Ivory.

A few trips to the store to pick up some drinks kept me occupied. The rest of my time was spent staring out the window, watching and waiting for the sun to go down.

I knew that Charles was waiting for his moment to leave the room and start his search for Walsh but he gave me his word that he wouldn’t do it. At least for today.

Charles told me stories about what it was like to be in the army. He spoke about some of his tours. He talked about the people he met and the times he was caught up in the middle of crossfire. Just from the look in his eyes, I knew he was telling the truth. Hell, just looking at him from a distance was enough to tell you he’d been through a lot.

The time went by quicker than I expected it to. The sun started to go down before I realized it. When I looked out the window, I saw how dark the city had gotten.

“Aren’t you bored?” I asked.

Charles laid on his bed while I sat on a chair next to the window.

“What?” he said, his hands resting comfortably behind his head.

“Are you just gonna lay there the whole night, plotting your revenge on Walsh?”

“That was your idea.”

“Good point… Maybe there’s somewhere we can go. Somewhere you can keep your profile low.”

“And where would that be?”

There was only one other place in the city I could take Charles to keep him out of trouble.

“Let’s go,” I said as I hopped up out of my seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Come on. Let’s go.”

I didn’t answer his question directly. Charles sat up straight and stared at me. He hesitated before a smirk formed on his lips.

A few moments later, I was hugging him as we rode through the streets of Ivory on his bike. There was something nice about having my arms wrapped around a man who rode his own chopper. It was easy to understand the appeal of a man who was patched into a club. But there was something special about Charles. Maybe it was because I was finally getting through his rough exterior.

We arrived at my apartment later in the night. I walked into the place and realized that it wasn’t the best place to have company. A few scattered chairs and a couch were all of the decor I needed.

“I don’t spend much time in my place,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t usually have guests either.”

“There’s nothing you need to worry about. As long as you got a roof over your head, I couldn’t give a shit about anything else.”

“You have a way with words.”

I laughed softly at his blunt comment.

Charles examined my living room and moved over to the canvas I had set up next to the window.

“What’s this?” he said as he pointed at it.

“It was just a painting I was working on… Sometimes I get bored and actually stay home. It’s something to keep me occupied.”

He moved closer to the painting and examined it.

“This is the view of the city.”

“That’s right,” I said. “My apartment doesn’t have much of a view, so I have to paint the same thing over and over. I think I’ll get it right eventually.”

“I think you already did.”

He turned to me and gave me a subtle smile. It was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious, which was strange because he always looked serious.

I put my head down in embarrassment and shook my head before quickly changing the subject.

“How about another drink?” I said.

“Sounds good.”

Charles plopped down on my couch and I put the six-pack we brought on the coffee table. I took a seat across from him and watched as he cracked open a beer.

He kept his eyes locked on the painting off to the side.

“How long have you been painting?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “It’s not something I keep track of. I guess I did it when I was a kid. My mom used to get me watercolors to mess around with but I think every kid did that. I guess it was after I dropped out of high school that I started buying my own paints.”

“Your mom… Where is she now?”

I hesitated to respond.

“She’s… She’s gone.”

Charles turned back to me but I wasn’t paying much attention to him.

“She OD’d when I was still in high school…”

I stared off into the distance as all of the memories came flooding back into my head.

“When my dad died in a car accident, my mother took it harder than everybody else. She started using and… It just got worse. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what to do. By the time I figured it out, it was too late.”

I sucked on my teeth and shook my head. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Charles was still staring at me and listening.

“Then when she died, my brother got locked up. He started using and next thing you know, he ended up just like mom…”

“Losing both parents is hard.”

“Yeah… I guess I’m the lucky one that made it.”

I chuckled softly even though my eyes were half-glazed over.

“Why are you working for a man like Blade?”

Charles’s question broke me out of my daze. He stared at me intently, his eyes unblinking. I coughed to clear my throat, shaking my head and searching for an answer that didn’t exist.

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “When I met him, I was alone. He told me that he could help me. He was handsome. He was charming. And he treated me right. When I started making money, I figured I was getting everything I needed.”

“How long have you been working for him?”

“Almost five years now. I guess I’m used to it at this point…”

I couldn’t look at Charles when I talked about work. I was so ashamed of everything even though I’d been doing it for so long.

“…He doesn’t sleep with me anymore. He’s not as charming. But I still make money, so it’s what’s best for me.”

“You’re not happy,” Charles said. “Why don’t you just walk away?”

“You don’t just walk away from a man like Blade,” I scoffed. “He’d find me eventually.”

“What about the money? Why would you make a deal with me if you knew Blade would find you?”

“Because…”

My words got caught in my throat. I swallowed to push everything down but it was still hard to speak.

There was something about the way Charles looked at me. He wasn’t just listening. It was like he was trying to find a reason to prove me wrong and I was having trouble trying to respond.

“…Because I’m tired,” I said. “I want to enjoy myself. I want to live my life and experience things I’ve never experienced before. Even if it’s for only a moment.”

“You were planning on running off with the money I gave you.”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “I was gonna go somewhere, blow all of that cash, and then join the rest of my family…”

“Where would you go?”

“Ha…”

I laughed at the question.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I remember Blade asking me the same thing when he met me. He told me that I could make so much money I could travel anywhere in the world. He asked me where I wanted to be.”

Thinking about it brought a smile to my face.

“Asia,” I said. “I heard about how Asia had the nicest beaches in the world. The sand is white. The water is as blue as the sky. The sun shining in the sky with nothing but the endless Pacific staring back at you. I think it’s because I’ve been stuck in Ivory all my life.”

I snickered softly to myself as I shook the thoughts out of my head.

“I guess that’s not happening though,” I said. “If you get your hands on Walsh, I doubt you’d be able to pay me before they locked you up.”

I looked at Charles and smiled at him. It didn’t matter that there was a tear spilling down my cheek. Just the thought of going out there was enough to make me smile.

Charles put his beer down and walked up to me. He put his hand to my cheek and wiped my tear away. I giggled and looked away from him.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I get a little emotional when I think about getting away from this town.”

“Okay.”

I turned to him and shook my head.

“Okay what?” I said.

“You’re right. There’s no way I could get to Walsh without getting caught.”

“Then what are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. I’m just gonna let him go.”

“You came all the way to Ivory for him? Are you sure—”

“I’m sure. But I did make a deal with you. I can talk to the Reapers and they can forward me the money—”

“I don’t care about the money,” I said as I shook my head.

I slowly stood up, my eyes locked on his.

He was so tall, I had to look up at him even if I stood on my tiptoes. His intense stare. His tattoos. His tan skin. Even his smell. Everything about him was so intoxicating. When I was close to him, it was like I didn’t care about anything else in the world.

It didn’t matter that I was stuck in Ivory. It didn’t matter that I had the worst job in the world working for an egomaniac.

Just having Charles in front of me was enough to make me smile.

“I don’t care about the money,” I repeated. “I… I care about you, Charles. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. I can’t imagine what’s going through your mind. But I don’t want you to throw away what you have.”

“The only thing on my mind right now is you. Not Walsh. Not Blade. Not Lieberman. Just you. And I’m willing to pay any price I can to have you.”

His face slowly drifted toward mine. I felt his breath on my lips as I whispered.

“You don’t have to pay anything tonight. I want you to have it. It’s just us… Just us…”

I let his lips linger on mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth. A burning desire for him ignited in my stomach.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Strong hands on my ass made me gasp.

Deep kisses let me feel the roughness of his beard against my skin. He was consuming me and I was letting him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting them on his broad shoulders. Charles raised me up from the ground so much I was forced to wrap my legs around him, too.

“Over there…”

I whispered into his ear as I directed him toward my bedroom. He carried me effortlessly into my room and sat me down on the bed. I stood on the edge of my mattress and watched as he started peeling his clothes off.

He took off his vest and then his shirt. He was so big but so defined. Veins and striations all over his body without an inch of fat on him. Broad shoulders and a waist with a hard six-pack at the center.

He wasn’t moving fast enough for me.

I reached forward and started fumbling with his belt. I undid his zipper, sliding it down just enough to reveal the bulge in his underwear. His baggy jeans fell to his ankles and his briefs followed. A thick cock popped up before me. It had felt like so long since I had it.

My mouth started to water as I took it into my fist and pumped it. But just before I could reach my tongue out and lick his tip, Charles grabbed me by the arms and brought me back up to my feet.

He started tugging at the zipper on my dress. I couldn’t fight him.

We didn’t say another word to each other. Just heavy panting and deep breaths were enough to know that we were both desperate.

My dress fell to the floor. I unhooked my bra and dropped my arms to reveal my breasts.

“Oh… Fuck…”

I groaned as he started consuming my breasts. He cupped them in his hands, sucking on each nipple. He twirled his tongue around and made the pink flesh stiffen in his mouth. At the same time, I peeled my wet panties down my thighs.

I’d been with guys before. In my business, I’d slept with more men than I could remember. But I’d never wanted them. I’d never been so desperate to have them inside of me like I wanted Charles now.

“Charles…”

I tilted my head back and wrapped my hands around his head. I kept his head buried against my chest so he could consume me. But it wasn’t enough. My pussy was dripping. His cock was throbbing against me.

“Fuck me… Fuck me already…”

He pushed me back onto the bed. I gasped in surprise then giggled. I crawled back on the mattress and stared at him. I spread my legs so he could see my opening just waiting for him.

Charles took a step forward and crawled on the bed toward me. Seeing his hard body, naked and glistening in the moonlight shining in through the window… He was a piece of art right there in front of me.

He moved closer to me and took his place between my legs. A deep kiss made my legs spread even more. He pressed his hard body down on me as he stared into my eyes.

“I want you… I want you so bad, Asia…”

I was so wet and so hot between my legs. I was aching for him just to thrust inside of me.

But I wasn’t in a hurry. I wanted this moment. This moment, him on top of me, just staring into my eyes.

It was something I never had before. I didn’t think it was real.

“…Lenora.”

I whispered it softly, just loud enough to hear.

“My name’s not Asia. It’s Lenora.”

“I want you, Lenora.”

“Just fuck me already… Fuck me… Ahh!”

He plunged his cock into me.

“Oh… God…”

He was so thick. But I was so wet his length slid right into me. He pushed every inch into me, burying himself to the hilt. He rested his cock comfortably inside of me.

I squeezed my arms around him, knocking his beanie off his head and taking fistfuls of hair to brace myself.

My legs wrapped around the small of his back.

My toes curled.

My back arched.

Charles couldn’t hold back. He started thumping himself into me. The loud sound of our bodies colliding into each other echoed off the walls.

He grunted.

I whimpered.

Sweaty skin rubbing together filled my nostrils with the scent of sex.

I was in pure ecstasy. I shut my eyes and stuck my tongue out. Sloppy kisses made our union that much more enjoyable.

My mind started to go blank. The feelings burning in my stomach started to spread through me. It was like someone had set me on fire.

I arched my back even more so he could get even deeper. His smooth hilt rubbing against my clit only made it worse for me.

The rapid thump of his balls against me only made it clear he was close. I searched for the edge he was desperately pushing me to.

“Charles… Oh, fuck… Charles, I’m gonna come…”

“Lenora…”

“Come inside of me… Fuck, come inside of me… Come…”

My mouth opened but everything else I could say got stuck in my throat.

My body seized as my orgasm slammed into me. I writhed underneath Charles’s hard body. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed from my core and burned in my veins.

Toes curling. Back arching. Eyes fluttering. Nails digging into his skin. I lost complete control of my ecstasy.

I tightened myself around him just as he stopped thrusting. The hard throbs of his cock against my walls let me know he was coming just the same as me. The wonderful feeling of taking his cum only made my own orgasm that much more enjoyable.

He emptied every drop he could into me then buried his cock comfortably inside of me. His hard body collapsed on top of mine.

Sweating. Breathing hard. Hearts racing. Vision blurry. We laid together on my bed, consumed by our orgasms.

As my mind started to clear, everything returned to me.

I didn’t know what Charles was thinking. I didn’t know if he were still intent on going after Walsh. The only thing I knew for sure was that at this moment, he was here with me.

And I was happy.