Chapter Twenty–Six
On Top Of The World
Jordan wanted to hold Charlotte’s hand forever. He’d never felt that way about anyone before but there was something about her that drilled straight through to his best self. He was used to women who expected gold and diamonds. Charlotte just wanted strawberries and sunshine. Sure, she’d had to make some tough choices, that was obvious. She put herself out there with her heart on her sleeve, holding nothing back. He knew who she was underneath. And he could help her. She never had to sell herself again.
As they approached the house, she held back. When he looked at her, she was looking towards the woods out back. “Let’s disappear.”
He couldn’t blame her for being uncomfortable in the house. Any opportunity to steal some more time with her was a bonus from his point of view. They left the berries on the porch and walked to the woods behind the house. Sure enough, once they were hidden by the trees, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She was definitely worth being late home for.
“But we can’t stay out too long,” he said, reaching around her waist to hold her close to him. “We’ll miss lunch.” And then he lost the power of speech, caring about nothing other than to keep kissing her.
She arched her body against his. “I’m not hungry. Besides, there’s always someone around in your dad’s house.” Her breath was soft against his ear. “I thought we could maybe hide out here this afternoon, away from everyone. I promise I’ll be social for the party.”
He stroked her back. “Sure we can.” He could deny her nothing. “I know the perfect place. It’s only about 10 minutes’ walk.” He hesitated. “If that’s alright with you? I mean, we’ve walked a lot already, if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.”
“Stop arguing with yourself and take me there.”
They walked hand-in-hand along the old dirt trail until they reached the raised hide built of rough logs at the top of a long ladder. “A hunter’s stand. It’s not deer season, there won’t be anyone about. I used to sit in it and hope to see the deer but I never did. You have to be here at the right time.”
“And I suspect you have to be a lot more patient than you were as a boy.”
“I’m still impatient now,” he growled, tugging her body against his and running his hands over her hips and ass. She pushed against him in response. “Come up with me. We’ll see anyone coming long before they get to us.”
She climbed up the ladder. He tried not to stare as he climbed up behind her. Once he reached the top, his self-control was spent. He pulled her close to him and started unbuttoning her blouse. His fingers trembled with need. Every moment around her just made him want her more. He tugged at her waistband, wishing there were less buttons and zippers on her clothes. “This is a lovely outfit you are wearing today,” he said as he knelt at her feet to take her pants off of her, feeling bad that he’d not mentioned it before. And then he told the truth. “It’s even lovelier on the floor.”
She laughed and knelt down across from him. She began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingernails dragging against his chest as she went for the next button. He froze, his eyes on her, a small shiver every time she ran her fingers over his chest. As she finally got to the last button, he shrugged off the shirt, letting the winter air chill his skin.
She dropped to her knees to undo his pants. He stood up to make it easier, trying to ignore that his knees had turned to jelly. He opened the hide window and kept half an eye out in case anyone was approaching. She looked up at him as she unfastened his buckle and zipper and the lust in her eyes made his heat lurch. His cock sprung free as she tugged his shorts down and he lifted his feet to be clear of the clothes. He reached for her shoulders to pull her up but then he felt her tongue slip along his shaft and he forgot everything else. There was nothing in the entire universe but Charlotte and his desperate need for her not to ever stop what she was doing right now.
She took him into her mouth and he was enveloped by her warm wet tongue and lips. Jordan groaned, worried once again how long he was going to last. It had never been a problem before. But this woman. Her body, her mouth, her curves, everything about her set him alight. She bobbed her head, taking him all the way in.
“Charlotte.” He wasn’t sure if he was begging her to slow down or to not ever stop. She didn’t listen to him anyway, continued to lick and suck at his shaft until he knew he was only seconds away. “Please,” he begged again. “I can’t take much more.”
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, her mouth full of his cock. He groaned loudly and pulled back, so close to thrusting roughly into her mouth that he could barely stand it.
“Come here,” he said, dropping to his knees. He kissed her first, rough and demanding, before reaching his hand out to help her up. “Come here to see the view.”
She gave him a bewildered look but let him pull her up to the window where they could see over the tree tops for miles, the lavender shadow of mountains in the distance. He stood behind her, trailing his fingers over her side and back. “Look out there,” he whispered. “All of this is here just for us, for today. We’re the only ones here.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said, and then gasped as he pressed his fingers against the wet fabric of her panties. Her breath came in short gasps as he pulled them off. He pulled on a condom and pushed against her, his cock pressed against her ass. She pushed back towards him, bending forward slightly. He reached around her and down, sliding his fingers along her soaking wet slit. “Oh,” she said.
“That’s beautiful, too,” he whispered in her ear. He connected with her clit and she grabbed the rough wooden edge of the hide window, leaning forward. He took his cock and slid it along her wetness before very slowly entering the tip into her. A soft sound escaped her. He thrust himself into her, and she pushed back, enveloping him.
“God, Charlotte.” He started to move slowly in and out of her as his right hand moved back around her waist and down the front of her belly. His questing finger tips found her clit and he circled it gently as he moved in and out. Both of her hands were gripping the wooden edge as she bent over, her ass in the air and her head out the window, her face clearly visible to anyone who might be passing by. This aroused him even more: the thought that someone might see her there, her face a picture of ecstasy. He flicked her clit and then rubbed her harder in a rhythm with his cock pushing in and out of her.
She clenched, a low moan coming from her. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
“Say my name,” he told her. He needed to know she was with him, fully with him. He could fill her body but he wanted to fill her mind too, until nothing existed in her world but him and his fingers and his cock. He purposefully kept it slow and soft, gritting his teeth to maintain his control.
She began to grind her hips, trying to take him deeper and increase the pressure on her clit at the same time. “Jordan,” she groaned. “Please, Jordan, please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.” He pushed himself into her relentlessly and faster, keeping time with his circling finger tips. She cried out in pleasure, no longer able to keep it in.
“Come for me, Charlotte. I want to hear you scream. Scream my name.”
“Jordan, I’m coming, I’m coming.” And with that she did, her spasms clenching tightly around his cock until he could hold back no longer. He grabbed her hips and lunged into her, his own orgasm taking over his brain. He clenched her hips as he came inside of her, her name escaping his lips as he did.
Trembling, he pulled her down to the rough wooden floor of the hide and into his arms. She quivered, too, her eyes still glazed from orgasm. “You are amazing,” he whispered into her hair. She smiled, nuzzling into his chest, a contented smile on her face.
He didn’t care what she’d done or where she’d been. Ok, it wasn’t great that Buddy had seen her naked, it was true. And he still had trouble reconciling her clumsy manner and easy blushes to the idea of her working as a highly in demand escort. But he’d get over it. For Charlotte, he could look past that. Because at her core, she was honest and trustworthy and principled. She told the world exactly who she was and she wouldn’t turn down a challenge or flinch from doing the right thing. It was time to admit it to himself: he had fallen in love with Charlotte Jones. And he was pretty sure she felt the same way.