Chapter 5

Charlie

The motel room was a blur around me. Walls and a carpet. A bed. There was probably a window and a bathroom somewhere, but I didn’t care.

Houston’s throbbing dick was my entire focus.

He was so thick I couldn’t imagine how he’d fit inside me. He was so long… I swallowed and shuffled toward him on my knees, sweat trickling down my spine.

He ate you out in front of the motel. If anyone saw… But no one had. There hadn’t been any cars, and there were no people. I’d kept as much of an eye out as possible. And it was late. The motel was on the outskirts of town. Not now! Stop freaking out and ruining this, Charlie.

Houston stopped me with a hand to my shoulder. “Look at me,” he said.

I obeyed.

“Do this only if you really want to, Charlie. After this—”

After this, he’d take my virginity. He’d be my first time. I pulsed and tightened up. I wanted that more than anything, right now, so much that my anxiety was at a minimum. That said a lot—I’d always been caught up in butterflies or cold sweats since as far back as I could remember.

I took his cock in my right hand and scooted closer to it. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the tip, where clear fluid had gathered. Slightly salty, clean. Oh, it’s delicious. It’s addictive. My tongue roved over the head of his dick, circled the ridge, toyed with the smooth space on its underside.

Houston grunted and dragged fingers through my hair, tugged it back. “Wet your hand,” he said.

I placed my palm on my pussy and rubbed it back and forth, collecting all the wetness that’d gathered since he’d picked me up from the bar.

“Christ,” he said.

“What?” I looked up at him. “What did I do wrong?”

He pulled my locks again, harder this time, so pain pricked at my temples and along my forehead. “Nothing. I meant wet it with your spit, but this is way hotter. You’re naughty.”

I’d never been naughty before, but this felt right.

I smoothed my fluids down his shaft and back up again.

Houston twitched and growled.

“Like that?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Suck me, now.”

Once again, I obeyed. If all I did tonight was obey his orders, I’d be over the moon. Everything that’d happened so far had rinsed fear from my soul. It was wild, free, unbelievable.

“Now, Charlie.” His eyes flashed.

I placed my lips around his head and sucked, then popped free. “It’s good,” I whispered. “It tastes so good.”

He pressed me forward, and I took him in my mouth again, working my hand up and down his shaft in tandem. He guided me, set the pace with thrusts of his hips and the tight grip on my hair.

“Fuck yes. That’s right. Look at me while you’re doing it. Look up at me.”

I met his gaze and sucked, moved my tongue. My eyes rolled back a little, and I jerked forward, took as much of his fat dick between my lips as possible. I gagged and my eyes watered, but it wasn’t enough. I had to have more.

More of his flavor and his dick inside my body. Wherever, my mouth, my pussy. I had to have it.

“Charlie,” he said. “You’re so fucking perfect. Come here.”

He released his grip on my hair and took hold of my elbows, urged me up.

“Uh-uh,” I said, around his dick. I slurped on it and took it deep again, choked, drew back, repeated the motion. It was too good. I don’t want to stop. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to swallow all he has and—

“Charlie.” It came out almost a stammer.

I loved that I had that effect on him. I sucked his head again, tongued the ridge, and—

Houston tugged me upright, and his dick popped free from my lips.

“But—” I groaned.

He pressed a finger to my lips—the insane urge to lick that, too, tickled my consciousness. “You do as I say, gorgeous. Now, take off your clothes. All of them.”

I started with my boots and socks. Next came I unzipped my skirt, shimmied out of it, then unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. My nipples puckered at the contact with cool air. I tucked my thumbs beneath my cotton thong, and Houston held up a hand.

“Leave that on.” He hadn’t moved this entire time. He’d simply watched me strip down. The scrutiny was intense. My skin pebbled under his gaze. “If a woman could have a perfect form, it would be you.”

“I’m regular.” I couldn’t help it. I was short, and I wasn’t exactly the hottest chick on the block. Honesty was my credo.

He laughed. “You’re perfect, just as you were meant to be. Look at what you do to me, Charlie.” Houston’s dick throbbed, and more of that glistening pre-cum had gathered. It dripped and ran down the side of his dick, caught there by a vein.

The doctor stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

I gaped at him.

He had a swimmer’s body, abs well-defined, and a v-line that tracked toward that fantastic cock between his legs. A tribal tattoo curled across his left pec, forming a decorative lightning bolt.

Houston waited, watched me, watching him. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. Not a hint of hesitation, now. I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life.

He bent and retrieved a square package from his jean pocket. A condom.

“Will it fit?” I asked.

Houston’s laughter rumbled around me. “Let’s fucking hope so. I’ve never been this hard before,” he said and tapped the condom wrapper against his dick. It bounced and dripped pre-cum.

I licked my lips. “How do you do it?”

Houston crooked a finger, and I stepped up to him. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and withdrew the latex ring. “Pinch the top, and slide it on.”

I took it from him, shaking, and followed the instruction. I dragged the latex over his head and rolled it down, over his dick, squeezing his rigid flesh. “It looks like it’s suffocating you,” I said, and genuine concern wormed through me. “Does it hurt?”

“The only thing that hurts is not being inside you.” Houston swept me into his arms and kissed me, parting my lips, slipping his tongue, still flavored with my juices, into my mouth.

I kissed him back, arching into the moment. I needed all of this and more.

He walked us toward the bed and the backs of my knees hit the mattress. We tumbled onto it together, and Houston held himself upright by his forearms. His gaze pierced me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I did as I was told.

He savaged my neck with kisses, then sucked my left nipple, moved to my right, catching them between his teeth first, nipping and tasting.

“Please,” I whispered. “I want it to happen now. Let it happen. I want it.”

“Beg.”

“Please! Houston, I need you inside me.”

“What do you need?”

“Your—your cock.” The word injected confidence into me. “I need your cock inside me. Please, I’m aching for it.”

He placed the tip of it at my entrance, then pressed his forehead to mine and consumed me with his gaze. Devoured me whole. “You’ll never forget this, Charlie. Hold onto me.”

I clapped my hands onto his back and dug nails into it.

Houston entered me, inch by thick inch.

Pain sprouted deep within me, and my eyes widened. I bit my lip.

He slowed down, kissed one of my cheeks, then the other, then my nose, moved to my eyelids. Each left a wet warmth and burning desire for more contact. The pain wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

Houston pressed into me again, even slower this time. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He stared into my eyes. “My little virgin.”

“All yours,” I said.

He forced himself deeper, a little faster, and the pain mingled with a sharp burst of pleasure.

“Oh, my god,” I cried out. “Yes. That’s good. That’s so good.”

Houston kissed me again, then buried himself to the hilt.

I bit on his bottom lip, hard. Scratched his back. Clenched my pussy around the hardness that filled me. Filled me! It’s so right. It fits perfectly.

“Perfect fit,” Houston grunted, as if he’d read my mind. He withdrew his dick a little, then pressed into me again.

I tightened around him.

“Jesus. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

I couldn’t help it. Every time he thrust into me it happened. The heady mix of pleasure and pain was too much. The room spun above me, and I shut my eyes. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

“Anything for you,” he growled, then pumped into me again.

I clenched.

“Fuck it, Charlie, that’s too much.”

“More.”

Another pump, and another, and each time I clenched and released, massaging his dick. The pressure inside me built, and tingles traveled down my arms and legs, across my belly.

His abs dripped sweat onto the smooth plane of my stomach. He worked his hips, and I moved with him, matching his rhythm as best I could, pulling myself closer to another climax.

This one was different. It seared through my core and elevated me.

I sucked in breaths, steadied myself against him.

Houston was the only solid in my world. He pumped into me and his grunts became feral. He tossed his head. “Going to come,” he said.

The words sent me sailing over the cliff of my arousal. I tightened around him and released, milking his dick.

Houston growled and grew thicker inside me, if that was even possible. His thrusts became fevered. One, two, three, his cock pulsing inside me. I closed around him and hung on, swept away by the ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he hissed and collapsed on top of me.

I wheezed under his weight and he lifted himself again.

“No,” I said and held onto him. “No, lie down. Don’t move. Please, please, stay inside me.” I didn’t want this moment to end.

Houston kissed my forehead and settled onto me, placing enough of his weight on me that it was just past comfortable. He kissed my temple, and I turned my head kissed his neck, tasted the salt of his sweat.

Houston’s breathing evened out and slowed. His eyes drifted shut, and he rolled to one side, finally sliding free of me.

I lay beside him and stared at the ceiling, caught in the light of the bedside lamp. It was white. The light and the ceiling. And the sheets were cream. The walls were wooden. I hadn’t noticed any of this until now.

I was transported. And now, I’m back, minus my virginity. Oh, shit, what if someone actually saw us outside? What if they see me when I leave tomorrow? I have to go, now. I have—

I shifted and sat up, my heart pounding out that same anxious beat I’d grown accustomed to.

Houston caught my wrist. “Stay,” he said. “At least, until morning. I’ll make it worth your while.”

That rich voice lulled me. I settled back again, rolled onto my side. He followed suit and pulled me into his chest, kissed me just beneath the ear.

Was it supposed to be this tender? This personal? The guy’s supposed to call you a cab afterward, isn’t he? Yeah, that’s what happens in the movies. And Julia once told me that her ex did that for her on their first time.

Houston’s arms held me fast, his muscles pressed against me. So strong and overpowering. So very present.

But the anxiety, the fear, remained, curling through my belly and keeping me from sleep. What if one of the mommies saw me and decided I was too much of a slut to work at Daisy Oaks?

I inhaled and exhaled.

“Calm down,” Houston said, voice thick with fatigue, his breath tickling the back of my neck. “You’re with me. You’re mine now.”