Chapter 21

Charlie

My nipples were aflame. They’d never been this sensitive in my entire friggin’ life, and now, with him sucking on one, wet pressure, his searing hot body pressed against mine? It was all too much.

I crested the peak and crashed over it, clenching tight, though he hadn’t even entered me yet. “Oh, my—” Nothingness after that. I blanked out and clung to him, his lips my everything, as I rocked through the blinding white pleasure.

Wrong. So wrong. So right.

I didn’t want it to stop, but the orgasm petered off into pleasurable aftershocks, each one another jolt to my system.

Houston stood straight and caught my gaze. “Damn, girl,” he said and grinned. “That was impressive.”

My cheeks heated. If you knew why they were this sensitive…

He tugged his cotton tee off, and I lost that train of thought right away. His abs rippled, as did his biceps. He exuded strength in every movement, every twitch of muscle. He stripped off his belt, then popped open the top button on his jeans.

Houston dropped his pants and stepped out of them. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him fully naked, but it felt like it.

My gaze lingered on the V that led to a smattering of soft, brown hair, and I held back a moan at the sight of what waited there.

His thick, throbbing dick, already dripping pre-cum for me. All for me.

God, a couple months ago, I hadn’t even experienced this or anything much like it.

Houston was right. I was his.

He’d claimed me that night he’d eaten me out in front of the motel then pushed me inside and taken my virginity.

“Look at me,” he said.

I raised my gaze, caught his, and sucked in a breath.

The intensity there astounded me. He’d do what he promised. He’d eat me alive.

Houston grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted me. I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck. He plopped me down on the desk, then pressed a hand to the center of my chest, just above my breasts and forced me backward, using his other hand to brace my back.

He laid me down gently, then parted my legs. “Look at you. Look how ready you are for me, Charlie. I’ve fucking missed you. Missed this tight little cunt.” He ran his finger between my lips, watching my reaction, then switching his gaze to my slit.

I gasped and jerked, my legs hanging off the edge of the desk.

“So wet. So fucking delicious,” he said, then lifted his finger and licked it clean. “Addictive. No one should be allowed to be this fucking addictive. I crave you.”

“Please,” I whimpered and propped myself up on my elbows, looked down at him, at his cock, as hungry for me as I was for him. “I need you inside me.”

Need. I’ve never needed anything before except for air, water, and food. He’s what I need. He’s right. This is a craving.

Weren’t addictions supposed to be destructive?

He squeezed my thigh then took hold of the base of his dick. He ran his thick head between my lips, grunting, growling, like an animal. Like my god damn animal.

Houston’s eyes blazed passion. Any emotion he’d locked away broke free. “Do you want to be owned? Owned and mine. Mine because I’m yours?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Please! Please.”

“You already are,” he replied, then pressed his dripping, broad tip into my entrance.

My pussy sucked him in.

“Fuck me,” he grunted. “Fucking hell. You’re just as fucking tight as the first time.”

“More,” I demanded. I’d never demanded anything in my life. “More!” I clenched tight around him.

“Patience,” he said, but it came out a groan. He settled himself between my legs. He still hadn’t entered me fully.

“Please, Houston, I can’t take anymore. I can’t take it.”

He forced himself into me in one sharp thrust.

I cried out and slapped the desk with both hands. He threw back his head and growled to the ceiling.

“Is that what you want?” he asked. “Huh?”

“Yes, please.”

He set up a rhythm, grabbed hold of my calves and lifted them, folded my legs back, and pinned me open.

Every thrust filled me completely. He was the perfect size for me, and that pressure of his girth, scraping against my g-spot deep within, was too much once again. I closed tight around him and moaned.

“Whoa,” he said. “Whoa, Charlie. I’m going to come if you do that.”

The condom! He forgot the condom! It didn’t matter to me, anymore, but he didn’t know that.

No wonder this was too good. No wonder I was close to my second orgasm within minutes. Skin on skin. Raw. Deep.

“Don’t come inside,” I managed.

His eyes widened at that. “Fuck,” he said, but if anything, his tone was laden with more pleasure than before. “Charlie, I’m bare inside you.”

“Uh-huh,” I squeaked.

Another tide rose and washed closer to me, threatened to swish me away. Ecstasy rolling in.

Bare inside me. He was bare and hard, and he filled me to the brim.

“I’m going to come,” I said and reached back over my shoulders, gripped the edge of the desk and arched my back. “Oh, god, I’m coming. Houston, I’m coming.”

My climax shattered the one from moments before. It came from within, built with his orgasm.

He thickened inside me, impossibly big. Huge.

“I want to come inside you,” he growled, then pulled out and rested his slick cock on the top of my mound. He squirted on my belly, three, four pumps of hot cum, and accompanied each with another beast-man growl.

After a minute of simply breathing, he stepped back. “Shit,” he said. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“No,” I agreed, even though it was already too late.

We hadn’t risked anything before, and it’d happened anyway. Now, it didn’t matter, he could’ve come inside me, and when I told him why, he probably wouldn’t want to.

Houston walked off and disappeared through a doorway, and I let my legs fall to the sides, laying there with air washing over my still pulsing pussy.

What have I done? Oh, god, I shouldn’t have. But all the talk of actually being together, of trying this out, had overwhelmed my sense of responsibility.

Houston had a manner about him—he burned up the thinking part of me and left nothing behind but raw passion and desire. It was wrong. This was all wrong, now, and I’d done nothing to stop it.

I’d let it happen.

Oh god, oh god. He’ll never forgive me for lying. Omitting.

I had to tell him now.

But the thought of it curdled my stomach. I groaned and made to sit up.

“Wait!” Houston hurried back to me, towel in hand. Carefully, he wiped it across my abdomen and cleaned off his cum. He turned the towel over, then ran that between my legs, brushing the fabric over that sensitive nub.

I jerked again, and he chuckled.

“There,” he said and offered me a hand. “All better. It’ll be even better once we hop into the shower together.”

He helped me up, and the guilt intensified. “OK.”

“Are you all right?”

“Fine,” I said.

“Shit, you’re worried, aren’t you?”

I froze. How did he—?

“It was a stupid fucking mistake. Trust me, I’m usually on top of that shit. I carry condoms in my wallet. I’m sorry, Charlie. We’ll go get Plan B if it’ll make you feel better.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” I said and bowed my head. “It takes two.”

“Damn straight,” he said and pinched my cheek. “Come on, let’s hit the shower.”

If he bought me Plan B, I’d die. I’d spontaneously combust on the spot, then blurt out the truth, and he’d likely watch me burn. How could he not help feeling as if I’d trapped him?

His mom brought him back, he lost his job, and I’d spring this “problem” on him a day later? Yeah, that didn’t look suspicious at all.

“Charlie?” He smoothed his thumbs over my cheeks, held my face. He kissed me, softly. “It’s going to be OK.”

“OK,” I said.

“Let’s shower.”

“OK.”

I was on autopilot throughout the shower. Houston took the soap and washed my body, parted my legs and cleaned there, too. For such a large man, he was incredibly gentle.

And once again, it only made me feel worse.

The longer I kept this from him, the worse it would get.

We got out of the shower, dried up, and dressed in the same clothes we’d arrived in. I turned to him and steeled myself.

I wasn’t the type of person who could keep stuff locked up. Not stuff that I’d done wrong, at least.

“Houston, I’m—”

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I jumped.

“What?” He caught my arm. “What’s wrong?”

“My phone’s ringing,” I said and dragged it out. I’d forgotten I’d brought the thing with me to the damn meeting with Principal Henrietta.

Pammy’s name flashed on the screen.

“It’s my aunt,” I said. “Crap, I was supposed to call her to talk about the school after the meeting. She’s probably worried sick.” The time in the top right hand corner of the screen read 18:30.

“Take it.” Houston smiled at me.

I swiped my thumb across the screen and pressed the phone to my ear. Yeah, this was procrastination, avoidance for sure, but Pammy was worried. She’d probably call the cops and try to report me missing if I didn’t answer the call.

“Hey,” I said.

“Well, hey to you, too. Where the hell are ya?” my aunt asked, in a too-cheery voice. “I’m only about ten seconds away from calling your mother, father, the police, the military, you name it.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I lost track of time.”

“Oh? How? You never lose track of time. You’re practically a walking alarm clock, Charlie.”

“I was—with someone,” I said.

Houston smirked at me, thumbed his nose.

“With someone? My, my. Is this a male someone?”

“Yes,” I replied, and I didn’t have the fortitude to blush. Guilt had overridden basically all of my other emotions.

“Goodness. Well, you’ll have to tell me all about it when you get home.”

It struck me like a hammer between the eyes. If anyone would know how I should handle this stuff with Houston, with the baby, it was Pammy. She’d give me the right kind of advice. The no-nonsense, do-the-right-thing type.

She’d probably have great suggestions as to where and when I should do it, and I doubted that “right after you’ve had unprotected sex” would qualify as the when. And a motel room as the where.

“I’m on my way home,” I said, then hung up.

Yeah, all I needed was time. Time to work out how to break the news to him. A day maximum. That was what I’d thought out at the hot springs, and it was what I’d do. Except, now I’d have Pammy to back me up.

“Ready to go?” Houston asked.

“Huh?”

“You don’t think I’m going to let you walk alone, right? That’d be crazy.”

“It’s Summit Springs,” I replied. “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Right.” He grabbed my hand again. “Safe. Come on, Charlie. You can finally introduce me to this aunt of yours, and we’ll pick up some Plan B along the way.”

Now, that wasn’t part of the plan. Excuse the horrific pun.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell her I climbed out of your window and scuffed the sill. That’ll be our secret.”

Secret, huh? I had far too many of those already.

I let Houston lead me out of the motel room and down the street, trying for a smile, for anything other than worry, worry, and more worry.

I couldn’t dress this up fancy.

The truth stared me dead in the eye.

He wouldn’t forgive me for this. I’d lose him tomorrow.