Nicolette
As soon as we were in the front door of my cottage, Charlie’s arms were wrapped around me and his lips were pressed against mine. He was an intense, deep kisser and I blushed as his tongue slipped between my lips and sought the hidden corners of my mouth, tasting me, licking me,. I went weak in the knees and wrapped my arms around Charlie’s neck, pressing my body against his. It had been so long, so desperately long since I’d kissed someone with this much passion and I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. It was like a soap bubble: perfect, but temporary.
Charlie’s hands slipped inside my black shirt and tugged it off and over my head. I was a little self-conscious of my tiny baby bump but I knew that realistically, I had nothing to worry about. Jack had always pressured me to keep my body in perfect shape for him, and I’d done nothing but comply. After all, if I didn’t, there was a whip or a strap or a fist waiting to punish me. Don’t think about that, I urged myself. I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in Charlie’s passionate kisses once more.
Charlie growled as we moved together. He unzipped my jeans and began tugging them down my hips, so roughly that his fingernails scratched me. The sensation was delicious and intoxicating and I moaned softly as I felt the cool air of the cottage brush against my skin. Charlie slipped a hand between my legs and began to rub his thumb against my clit through the soft cotton of my panties. He had perfect aim, and the feeling was nothing short of incredible. I sucked in a sharp gasp of air as he began to rub me more vigorously, panting and dropping to his knees. I let out a cry as he forced my legs apart and wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling my crotch closer to his face and nuzzling at the damp fabric covering my pussy. As I cried out with pleasure, Charlie slipped a finger inside the waistband and tugged the material down. His mouth was fastened around my clit, sucking me hard through the cotton. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, breathing hard and feeling my face turn red with the effort and emotion of it all.
The sensations rushing through my body were enough to make me drop to my knees. Instead, I braced myself on the foyer table and held on tightly as Charlie slipped a finger inside my wet hole. His finger moved against me until I thought for sure I was going to come. When I closed my eyes, I saw stars exploding on the insides of my lids.
Suddenly, Charlie pulled away. I let out a loud whine of surprise as he stood up, kissing me savagely. I tasted my musky, sweet scent on his mouth. He pressed his lips against mine.
“Lick me clean,” Charlie murmured in a low growl.
The words sent a chill down my spine but I stuck out my tongue and obediently licked his lips and tongue clean of my wetness. As I was sucking on his lower lip, Charlie shoved his fingers inside my mouth. I groaned and deep throated them as he growled with lust. He reached down with his free hand and ripped my panties clean off – I heard the cotton tearing – then tossed them to the floor. When I was completely naked, he stuck the same hand between my legs and began stroking me, just gently enough to drive me completely wild.
It had never been like this. Not with Jack, not in dreams I’d sometimes had about other men. I’d never been with someone who so clearly wanted nothing more than to absolutely devour me. Charlie slipped a thumb inside of me and used two fingers to stroke my clit in rapid succession. I felt hotter and hotter until finally I collapsed against his chest and let out a strangled cry into his neck. The orgasm hit me like a shockwave, and I found I could barely breathe as my lower belly was gripped with intense sensations of pleasure, over and over again. I felt like something was pulsing and hot between my legs, and I couldn’t believe I’d come so quickly. The orgasm didn’t do a damn thing to diminish my lust; I felt more turned on than ever. Grabbing Charlie’s hand from between my legs, I slipped my hands under his shirt and tugged it over his head.
He was beautiful shirtless. He had a sculpted chest covered in tattoos, with a sparse pattern of hair right in the middle. The skin was tan, just like everywhere else on his body, and there were puckered scars over each abdominal muscle. Slowly, gently, I ran my fingers over them. My breath was starting to slow but my skin felt hot. There was a bulge at the fork of Charlie’s trousers and I couldn’t wait to see what his cock looked like. I shivered in anticipation – the bulge looked big, and I swallowed hard at the thought of Charlie sliding inside of me for the first time.
“Is what want you wanted?” Charlie growled. “You wanted me to come over here and suck your clit until you got off?”
I shook my head slowly. Without answering, I hooked my thumbs in the loops of Charlie’s jeans and pulled him close. With one hand, I unbuttoned his jeans and with the other, I tugged the zipper down. Charlie shifted his hips and the material slid down his body and pooled on the floor. He was naked underneath, and just as big as I’d expected. The sight of his cock was enough to make my mouth go dry and I reached out and wrapped my hand around the hard erection.
Charlie groaned in response. He tilted his head back and moaned, then steadied himself with a hand on the table. Silently, I got to my knees and crawled towards him. His cock was thick and hard and I pulled it closer to my mouth, wrapped my lips over my teeth and gently began to suck the head until Charlie was crying out with pleasure.
Slowly, I rubbed my tongue along the delicate underside. Charlie’s cock twitched and pulsed in my mouth, and I wrapped one hand around the base and began to pump up and down as I moved my mouth on his hard member. Charlie jerked his hips forward, shoving his cock farther into my mouth and practically down my throat as I cupped his balls with my free hand, folding the tender skin with my thumb and forefinger. He tasted good – like a man. Musky, clean, a little salty. Closing my eyes, I sucked him gently, savoring the taste. Charlie groaned. His hips spasmed a little, and he shoved them forwards until his cock was pressing against my tonsils. I groaned, breathing through my nose and licking and sucking at his shaft.
“God, Nicolette,” Charlie groaned. He buried his hand in my hair and tugged hard. The sensation was incredible.
Sucking his dick was turning me on more than I cared to admit – between my legs was a wet mess. My pussy was dripping down my inner thighs and I wriggled my hips at the ticklish sensation. I want his cock inside of me, right now, I realized as I sucked him with wild abandon. Charlie grunted loudly, yanking my hair harder than before and sending a wealth of delicious sensations through my body. Finally, he pushed me away, then stared down at me, breathing hard.
“You’re fuckin’ good at that,” Charlie growled. There was fire blazing in his peridot eyes and I shivered at the way he was looking at me. “I wanna fuck you,” Charlie grunted. He reached down and grabbed me, wrapping his hands around my torso and pulling me up to face him.
Wordlessly, I tangled my fingers with Charlie’s and pulled him back into my bedroom.. As Charlie grabbed me more tightly, I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply. He still tasted faintly like my pussy, and the scent of myself on his mouth was enough to drive me wild. We clawed and grabbed at each other, finally falling down on the bed in a tangle of limbs and skin.
“I wanna tie you down to the bed,” Charlie growled.
A shiver of lust went through me and my cheeks burned with desire. Instead of replying, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. His teeth bumped against my lower lip and I moaned softly into his mouth. Again, Charlie’s hands found their way to my hair and he tugged gently, pulling my face even closer to his own until our noses were smashed together. As we kissed, his free hand wandered between my legs, tickling my inner thighs until I thought I was going to go crazy with wanting. I arched my back, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. Charlie lowered himself between my thighs, teasing me with the tip of his cock. It was rock hard and I could feel him pressing against me, threatening to slide inside at any minute.
“Do you have a condom?” I breathed into Charlie’s ear.
“I don’t use no fuckin’ rubbers,” Charlie replied. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and suddenly pinned my arms above my head until I was flat on the bed.
The sensation excited me even more thoroughly, and I moaned as his cock slid all the way inside of my pussy until he was buried to the hilt in my warm wetness. Charlie stayed inside me for a moment, his bright green eyes staring into mine. As I struggled against his grip on my wrists, he just gripped me more tightly. Slowly, Charlie began to rock his hips against mine. His cock slid out of my pussy and I groaned softly, then wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid back inside. The sensation was incredible. He filled me perfectly, like we were made for each other.
Charlie growled. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, biting my lower lip until I cried out with pleasure and pain. As he nudged my head up, he lowered his face to my neck and kissed and licked the delicate skin until I was squirming against him. Finally, he released my wrists and lowered his hands to my hips, where he pushed me down into the mattress with each thrust until we were bouncing together. I could feel the pleasure swelling and tensing inside my body, and as I let out a wild yelp of pleasure, Charlie bit into my neck so hard I howled.
Closing my eyes, I threw my head back into the pillows and let out a wild cry. Charlie slammed his body against mine. He was sweaty and damp and droplets of salty water dripped from his forehead onto my face, until we were coated with each other’s perspiration. Finally, he growled and bucked his hips furiously against mine, slamming his cock inside of me. I felt him twitch and gush inside my pussy. The sensation was enough to set me off, and as I started to come for the second time, Charlie lowered his face to my chest and sucked one of my nipples. A storm of fireworks exploded in my body, and I was howling and thrusting my hips against him until the pleasurable, shocking sensation had subsided.
“That was one hell of a fuck,” Charlie murmured. He pulled out of me, then collapsed on the other side of my bed, face down with his ass in the air. With his eyes closed, he almost looked innocent and young.
What did I just do, I thought suddenly as I watched my chest heave up and down. My breath was coming in shaky fits and starts and I could still feel the echoing of pleasurable sensations swirling through my limbs. But inside, I felt dead. I felt ashamed. I felt panicked and terrified, like I’d crossed a line.
Deep down, I knew I should have never brought Charlie home. It was too dangerous. Even if he wasn’t the same kind of man as Jack, he was a man I never should have even looked at, much less talked to.
As he sat up, I pulled a sheet over my naked body and started fumbling in the nightstand for the pack of cigarettes I’d started keeping there. It was only after I’d lit up and sucked in deeply that Charlie looked up at me.
“Can I bum a smoke?”
I exhaled in a gush of air. “What?”
“Can I have a cigarette?” Charlie rolled over onto his side, making no effort to hide his nakedness. His cock was shrinking, but even flaccid, he was still sizeable. He looked like a Greek god, like some statue in a museum.
I blinked, then remembered my manners and passed over the pack and a pink plastic lighter.
Charlie eyed me. “You’re an odd one,” he said slowly, taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. As he inhaled deeply, he flopped onto his back and let out a sigh. “And that was one hell of a good lay.”
I nodded silently, not saying anything. I was waiting for it – the inevitable backlash, the fall, the yelling. I began to tremble and shake all over, eventually dropping my cigarette on the carpet and watching it burn a small black hole in the ugly grey upholstery.
“What the hell is your problem?” Charlie asked. He cleared his throat – his voice was still low and gravelly. “You always clam up like this after sex?” He raised his eyebrows at me. “And here I was, thinkin’ you were a real laidback kind of gal.”
I shook my head. “It’s not like that,” I said softly. I didn’t want to tell him the truth – that I’d never had a moment as normal as this one in my entire life. That every time I’d had sex in the past, it had been followed by a scary, violent incident. That every time, Jack had yelled at me or beat me or told me he could feel where another man’s dick had been inside my pussy. That I’d never experienced that fabled afterglow, where you were supposed to cuddle and talk and laugh together.
“Then what is it like?” Charlie rolled over onto his elbows and took another deep drag of his cigarette, looking up at me with both eyes wide. “What’s your deal, Nicolette?”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t want to tell you,” I said softly. “But I wasn’t exactly with anyone who was nice to me before.”
Charlie threw his head back laughing. “That’s a good one,” he said loudly. “You expect me to believe that? Some gorgeous piece of ass like you, and no one’s ever respected you over it?” He shook his head. “God damn, girl, you’ve been with the wrong men!”
Before I could stop him, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, tossing his cigarette to the side. His lips pressed against mine in a warm, passionate kiss and I closed my eyes as Charlie stroked the side of my face. His stubble rubbed against my chin but I didn’t care – it no longer hurt.
When we pulled away, I sighed. “I have to get up,” I said stiffly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and sitting up. My clothes were in the other room, but I was loathe to walk around naked; once I’d done so in front of Jack and he’d beaten me black and blue for it, calling me a little exhibitionist slut.
“Hey,” Charlie said. His voice was softer this time. “What’s all this? What’s the big deal, huh? You were with a couple of assholes, is that it?”
I bit my lip and pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapping my body in the thin, scratchy cotton. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said stiffly. “Excuse me.”
And without waiting for a reply, I darted into the living room and scouted around for my jeans and shirt. Our clothing left a trail that started over the threshold of the front door, and I reached down for my shirt and tugged it over my head. Already, I was regretting everything. My stomach felt like it had turned to ice and my heart was beating slowly in my chest. My skin felt cold and clammy, and every time I swallowed there was the taste of iron in my mouth. As I pulled on my jeans, hopping around the room so I wouldn’t fall, I heard a sharp sound behind me.
“Hey,” Charlie said. “What the fuck is all this? You come onto me hot, now you’re cold?” Naked, he leaned against the doorway, showing off his elegantly muscled body. “What the fuck is going on here?”
I shook my head quickly, my brown hair falling in tangles over my shoulder. “I told you,” I said stubbornly. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”