DECK

Fuck, it was cold. I was sure Booth made me ride his bike just so I could freeze my arse off and cool my temper down. What a prick! Plus, I owed my CO for that fucking punch. My jaw felt like I’d been hit with a brick—which I practically was.

I pulled into the compound’s car park only seconds after Booth parked my truck. I made quick work of walking the bike into Booth’s spot in reverse and shut it off. I took a deep breath and made sure the kickstand was down properly before I took off at a sprint to get to Charlie.

I reached the passenger side and swung the door open. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my woman, her face stained with drying tears. A fresh wave hit her eyes as soon as she saw me at the door.

“Oh, Deck,” she cried, throwing herself at me. My arms wrapped around her as I buried my face into her neck, breathing easier for the first time in three hours. The scent wasn’t right, but that was okay. She was safe and in my arms where she belonged. The rest was just details. Details we could get to soon enough. First, I needed to let my woman know exactly how I felt about her so she never doubted that when she had issues, coming to me was the only option she should take.

“My beautiful, Sweetness. Oh, baby, I can’t tell you how fucking scared I was,” I whispered to her as I absorbed her gut-wrenching sobs against my chest. Rocking her, I looked over to Booth and Darth, giving them a look that told them I had it. Booth was right. I needed to cool down and approach this from an entirely different angle.

Picking Charlie up in my arms, I walked straight into the main room and then off to another room, knowing Shiloh would be in our rooms watching TV with Stella. She could see Charlie for herself later on. I needed her right now.

I balanced Charlie over to the side a bit while I fished my key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I kicked it closed behind me, which automatically locked it.

I didn’t stop moving until I was in the adjoining bathroom and had turned on the water to let it heat up. I knew Charlie was trying to figure out what I was doing or if I had lost my damned mind, but I needed to get the stink of that place off her.

Once the water was the right temperature, I shrugged off my cut, catching it one-handed before it fell to the floor. Charlie seemed to realise I didn’t want it to fall, so she took it from me and reached behind us to the toilet and sat it on the closed lid. I walked straight into the shower with both of us fully clothed—well, I just had on my jeans and shitkickers, and Charlie had even less than that.

“Hold on to me, Sweetness,” I said as I leaned her up against the tiled wall. I couldn’t let her go. It just wasn’t in me to put her down, so we manoeuvred ourselves around until she rid me of my T-shirt and her of the flimsy material she was wearing. The G-string was easy to rip from her one-handed while my other hand held her arse cheeks firmly in place. We then tossed the offended garments out onto the tiled floor. My woman would wear sexy shit for me, just not those.

“I was going to burn them,” Charlie admitted softly against my chest where her face seemed to be staying. I did this to her with my anger at the club.

“Sweetness, look at me, please.” I moved my body back a bit and forced her face away from my chest.

“Deck, I am so sorry.” I didn’t want that from her. No, I wanted something else.

I took her lips and forced my tongue into her mouth. Her taste—that’s what I needed. I kept my eyes open because I wanted to watch her now that I realised I was completely and totally in love with her. The kiss went from hot to fuck me in zero seconds, and Charlie was making the sexiest moans I had ever heard from her. Her hands were all over my back, but the slipperiness of my skin made it hard for her to get a good grip.

Oh, God, my dick! Charlie was grinding on it, and she was naked. We needed to talk, but fuck me, I needed to come, too.

“I know we need to talk, but, please, Deck. I want you to make love to me. Please,” Charlie begged, her hot, pink tongue making its way down my throat.

Fuck, a man could only take so much. Reaching over to turn off the water, the decision was made—I was going to make love to my woman. Then I was going to listen as she talked and explained the day’s events.

Then I was going to fuck her.

After towelling off in record time, I lifted Charlie back into my arms and carried her into the small bedroom. I climbed onto the bed with her still in my arms, and then set her down, and for the first time since the shower, I took in her nude body.

Her breasts were small—high and firm—a perfect mouth, full, and a creamy porcelain skin. Reaching out, I brushed my knuckles over her nipples.

“Ahh, yesss,” Charlie hissed, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.

God, her nipples were works of art, perky and soft pink in colour. The areola was bigger than I had seen on other women. So pretty and pink. My knuckles brushed over them again, causing them to point out towards me, begging for my mouth. Dipping my head down, I took one nipple and half of the breast into my mouth all at once, and I sucked deeply. Oh, fuck me sideways, this was heaven. Releasing it with a pop, I gave the other breast the exact same attention. Only this time, I took more of her breast into my mouth. And again, sucked deeply. I wanted to leave my mark, so I sucked harder and harder. I wanted my hickey there. Charlie was groaning and writhing madly under me. Her hands couldn’t make up their mind where they wanted to touch me, and I loved it.

My other hand was busy, slipping its way down Charlie’s toned, flat stomach where I noticed the small white scars and the larger more pronounced one. My eyes lifted to hers as I lightly traced my finger over the raised skin. What the fuck happened to her? The other night, I had felt it through the thin material of her top, but looking at it now, and being familiar with wounds and battle scars, I knew this had been caused by some pretty major trauma.

She shook her head, her eyes starting to lose some of the passion my hands and mouth had caused. Giving into her silent plea, my hand continued its path down her body to her bare pussy. She would tell me about those scars—I was fucking certain.

“Deck, yes, yes, please, help me.” Charlie’s moans of pleasure and begging were turning me on more than I’d ever thought possible. I wanted this to last as long as it could. I wanted to do so much to her, but I was seriously having trouble not coming now.

“Baby, I have to make sure you are wet enough to take me,” I murmured against her breast, giving her nipple one last kiss as I licked my way down her fucking stunning, gorgeous body.

“Your body was made for my hands, Sweetness,” I praised her. I kissed her pubis with an open-mouthed kiss and being bare made it a much more enjoyable experience. I didn’t usually do this. I mean, yeah, I had done oral sex a bit, but it was not my go-to thing. It was such an intimate thing to do, and sometimes, I felt I just couldn’t give that much of myself to them, but Charlie had me throwing out the rulebook. French kissing her pussy was suddenly very important to me. All while I was doing it, Charlie was still moaning and writhing underneath me, rubbing her leg against my impossibly hard cock. I fucking loved her response. It geared my need up even more.

“Deck, now, now, please, now,” she screamed at me, but I needed one taste. Later, I could eat her sweet cunt until I got my fill, so for the moment, I licked her folds up and down, and her taste exploded on my tongue.

Oh, fuck me, if this wasn’t the sweetest fucking pussy I had ever had my tongue in…

Charlie’s hands made their way into my short hair, and she was fucking grinding her pussy against my face. Oh, my dancing girl liked this, did she?

“Deck!” Charlie screamed out, the ecstasy in her voice evident. Then, suddenly, my mouth was flooded as warm juices coated my tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Charlie chanted over and over.

Fuck, I needed her.

Climbing back up her body, I didn’t bother to wipe my mouth. Her juices stayed right where they were. I wanted her to see it, to see what she did to me. I wanted her to taste herself when I kissed her.

“Sweetness, are you on birth control.” I knew I should use a condom. I mean, I had a beautiful, raven-haired reminder of what happened when you didn’t use a condom. That had been my one and only time I ever did that. I got tested straight after and never ever went without a glove again, but with Charlie, I didn’t want anything between us. But if she asked, of course, I would.

“Yes, honey. Please, make love to me.” Her voice was soft as she said the sweet endearment. It was the second time she had called me honey that day. The first time had been on the phone earlier. How could one word make me crazy with love?

“I don’t want to hurt you, but, baby, this is going to hurt.”

Causing her more pain teared me up, but this time, there was seriously no other choice. Taking her virginity would cause pain.

“It’s okay, Deck. I trust you. Plus, I’m a dancer. The years of doing barre work and the splits will help make it a little easier,” she explained shyly. Her eyes held mine as she widened her legs more and let me settle better between them.

Lining my dick up with her entrance, I was torn between taking my time and exploring her sweet pussy, but seeing her wet, pink, glistening pussy winking at me, my mind was made up, and I slowly pushed in. The groan that left my throat vibrated around the room.

“Ohhhh, sweet fuck, Charlie.” I moaned against her mouth. I couldn’t begin to describe the tightness my dick was feeling at that moment. Being bare inside her was indescribable. Warm and tight. Hot and pulsing. Fuck, my dick was almost being choked she was that tight. And it was mine. No other motherfucker had been there but me.

I watched Charlie for signs of pain as I kept pushing until I was fully seated in her pussy with my balls flushed against her rosette.

I was not a small man, and Charlie had me inside her completely, all nine inches. Fuck, you gotta love a ballet dancer.

“You okay, Sweetness?” I managed to say from between my painfully clenched teeth. Please, God, don’t let me come yet. Fuck, please, not yet, but her pussy is so fucking tight. Never had I ever felt anything remotely close to that tight. It was heaven. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for stamina.

“Yes, move, honey,” she said, panting. I could feel her walls squeezing the fuck out of my dick. Jesus, this was going to be over in zero seconds if she kept doing that.

“Baby, you gotta relax down there. I can’t move with the hold your sweet cunt has on my cock,” I begged her. I could see she didn’t know what I meant, so I pulled just a little bit out so her natural suction had no choice but to let go.

“Don’t tense up down there. Let me move easily in and out of you. Yeah, that’s it, good girl,” I praised her as I slid back in, my movements slowed until she could get used to my size.

“I have to watch this, baby. I have to watch my dick disappear in and out of you, covered in your sweet cream.” I kept my voice low and seductive. It had to be good for her, too. But I was desperate to see how her tightness looked around my cock.

She shook her head and held me closer to her body, wrapping her stunningly long and supple legs around my waist. The move made me go even deeper. Christ in heaven!

“Don’t leave me. Stay close, Deck, please. I love the way my breasts feel against your chest.” She moaned. Her eyes were dark green with lust and desire. Oh, shit, that was so fucking hot, hearing her sweet voice begging me. How could I say no?

“Yes, Sweetness, yes, whatever you want.”

And I meant that.

Pushing my arms under her shoulders, I wrapped myself impossibly closer to her body. Then I pumped my hips, and the friction of our bodies being so close was delicious. My bum squeezed with every downward thrust. Charlie’s hands were everywhere on my body—my shoulders, my back, and my arms were all getting a rubdown. Her small, graceful hands gliding softly over me caused goose bumps.

It was a sensory overload. It had never been like this. I dropped my mouth, and Charlie got her first taste of her delicious pussy. And by her moans and the voracious way she was sucking on my tongue, I guessed she loved it.

I could feel my orgasm, deep in my balls, making its way, but I needed Charlie there again before I exploded. She had to come first or at least again—not forgetting her first one on my tongue just minutes earlier.

I increased my pace and held her tighter against me. I thrust in and out, repeatedly. I could feel the sweat covering my back. Suddenly, Charlie dropped one leg from my waist, and I took advantage of the new position. Taking one arm from under her, I hooked her leg over my arm so the penetration angle was perfect and deep.

“Oh, God.” Charlie hissed, a pink blush covering her skin. She was close, and I really needed her to get there.

“Come, Sweetness. Come on my cock one more time before I fill you deep.” I took her lips once again, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I mimicked the motion of my dick in her pussy. Then, just as I was about to do something I had never done before—coming before her—my dick felt a warm rush of liquid coating it.

Charlie’s scream of release filled my ears, sending me over the edge with her. Hot jets of cum spurted from my cock and into my sweet woman’s hot channel. The groan that left me was almost animalistic, my release almost fucking painful with its intensity. Christ, I didn’t want it to stop. Charlie must have felt the same because she had me wrapped tightly in her legs and arms. If I cared about breathing, I would have moved, but I didn’t.

As I pushed myself deeper and deeper inside her, I took a deep gulp of air.

I was thirty-six years old, had been around the block more than a few times, fucked women in two different countries, and I had just made love to a woman for the first time in my life. Not just any woman, the woman.

Put a fork in me. Because I was fucking done.

Owned.