by Rowan Shaw
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
She paused and made a face. "You don't want to? I mean, it's okay if you don't. We don't have to. I just thought—"
My words poured out fast. "I want to."
Charlotte's shoulders relaxed as she beamed rays of pure joy. "Okay, 'cause I was starting to think you only wanted me for an FFM threesome or something."
"What? No! I mean, yes, a threesome would be nice, but—"
Her smile grew along with the hunger in her eyes. "You're sure no one else can take care of the pets?"
"I could ask the concierge. He has the keys." I knew he could be trusted. He used to take care of Ila back when Adrien was single and traveling a bunch.
"Text the guys. Tell them you're not going back tonight."
"Raphaël will be pissed. And I don't have any of my toiletries."
"You can use mine."
She didn't understand. I was picky and difficult about the products I used. They had to be high quality, organic, and if possible, not tested on animals. But she seemed so intent upon having me spend the night, who was I to deny her? Especially when I'd been waiting for her to ask since our foursome. I didn't want to miss the chance and turn her down.
Raphaël was going to kill me. I'd promised no one else would take care of Opale. But I gave a quick nod anyway.
"You sure?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." Not that my body gave me a choice at this point. I was already hard at the mere thought of penetrating her.
Chapter 20
NOAH
We spent the entire afternoon chilling on her couch watching TV. In spite of her earlier suggestion, we hadn't kissed yet, even when the neighbors from above stopped fighting and started fucking so loudly, it even made me uncomfortable. I was hard almost all afternoon, my frustration amplified by the cries of pleasure from the woman in the other apartment. But Charlotte and I simply cuddled until it was time for dinner. By that point, I hoped she wasn't joking about tonight because I'd have to shoot a load in the bathroom if she didn't really want to have sex. No matter my arousal, I wasn't going to ask. I'd let her make the first move.
I helped her cook, our silence broken by the couple above slamming their bed frame against the wall.
"How long are they gonna keep fucking?" I asked. "It's been hours."
Charlotte scoffed. "It's not about to end anytime soon. It's either fucking or yelling with them. But don't worry, we'll repay them in kind."
A smirk appeared on her lips, along with a sparkle in her eye. To distract myself from my raging boner, I opened her drawer to pull out utensils and set the table.
Her kitchenette was so small, I brushed against her body with every move. I wasn't doing it on purpose, but every touch worsened my situation. I couldn't stop hearing her words on repeat either: "We could spoon with you inside me." The anticipation was driving me nuts.
I forced myself to eat the croque-monsieur we'd made, then a green salad along with some Munster cheese, bread, and two Petit Suisse yogurts for dessert. I offered to do the dishes since she'd been nice enough to invite me over. The truth was I needed her to rest because I planned on spending the entire night making love to her if I could. I hadn't been alone with a woman in so long, the wait was killing me.
When she settled on her couch, I could feel her ardent gaze burning into my back. I had no sooner placed the last plate on her rack than she stood and grasped my hand to lead me to the bathroom. We squeezed our way between the toilet, the bidet, and the sink. Her jasmine scent and fresh soap filled the air, arousing me to such a painful point, I thought I might shoot my load in my pants.
"I have no toothbrush. My breath's gonna stink," I lamented, grabbing her cream and some cotton balls to remove my make-up.
Charlotte shook her head and shuffled through her cabinet over her sink, then handed me a brand-new toothbrush. "You can keep it. If tonight goes well, it can stay here for whenever you return."
She gave a smile, but her words made me nervous. What if she didn't like having sex alone with me? I wasn't the kind of guy who fucked women hard, but that seemed to be what Charlotte enjoyed—or so I'd gathered from watching Adrien pound an orgasm so hard into her, she'd squirted. Something about her made me want to perform better than I ever did before.
I was being ridiculous, really. I'd already been with her. Obviously she liked the experience, or she wouldn't ask for a repeat.
I focused on removing my mascara and eye shadow, hoping to relax. "D'you have any facial creams for the night?" I asked and splashed my face with cold water after washing it with some Savon de Marseille. "My skin dries too much without lotion."
"I don't think I've ever seen a guy take such good care of himself. No wonder your skin is flawless. You look like you're twenty. It's hardly fair."
"You don't look old either."
She extended her hand to brush my cheek. "Your skin is so soft. When did you last shave?"'
"This morning." The truth was my hair didn't grow all that fast, which I was thankful for.
Her fingers traced my jaw slowly, and her eyes met mine, hungry and inviting. I pinned her against the sink and outlined the contours of her beautiful mouth with a swift gaze before leaning into her. She closed the few centimeters separating us to meet me halfway, her lips landing on mine for a kiss quickly turning decadent. Her jasmine scent was like a drug pulling me under. Charlotte tugged at the hair at the nape of my neck and deepened the kiss as I chased her tongue with mine. I was barely able to breathe.
"I want you," she whispered against my ear. "I didn't know how to ask you directly, but it was you I wanted that night I asked to join you guys."
I looked her straight in the eyes. "What if it's not as good with only me?"
"Oh, it will be. I loved what we did that night. I know I'll love what we're about to do tonight."
"Do you want it hard?" I asked, hoping for a negative.
"I want it the way you do it."
I smiled at her and went for another kiss. She pressed her palm against my flat chest and pushed me toward the door before grabbing the collar of my black sweater and dragging me through her studio all the way to her bed. She pushed me on top, but I banged the back of my head against the frame in my fall, wincing at the sharp pain seizing my skull.
"I am so sorry," she exclaimed with her hand covering her mouth. "I'm so clumsy. Are you okay? I'm so sorry. "
In spite of the pain, the situation was so ridiculous, I burst into a laugh and grabbed the front of her sweater to pull her on top of me. She giggled against my chest as she fell and crushed the air out of my lungs.
"You really are clumsy," I said between loud guffaws.
She tapped my chest and looked down at me, her dark eyes shining with need. I'd never realized she was so beautiful au naturel, free of all makeup and artifice. She looked on the verge of going wild, her pixie cut a mess already.
"I want you so much," I panted.
"I can feel that," she joked and lowered her hand to my crotch. Her squeeze made my encaged dick jerk and ache.
Her large breasts were practically in my face, taunting me so much that I lost all control. We nearly tore each other's clothes off. We couldn't get naked fast enough. When her bra fell down, I cupped her left breast and feasted on it, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple, biting and teasing until she begged me to take her already. I refused to comply and stayed there with my tongue licking her areola as she shivered in my arms.
"Ah," she gasped. "Please."
I flipped her over on her back and kissed the length of her entire body, from her ribs to her belly button, while pulling down her red panties. She was trimmed but not shaved. Simply perfect. One caress was enough to tell me how aroused she was before my licks to her clit sent her body into an arch.
"Yes, right there."
I pushed my tongue inside her to savor her salty flavor. She tasted like sex and smelled like it too. Her long moans vibrated all the way to my dick as her hands clenched the
sheet. The longer I ate her out, the more her back arched and the louder her moans became. I knew she was there when her body trembled under my tongue right before she came with a loud shout.
My dick was so hard at this point, it was pushing against the thin fabric of my briefs. I reached her mouth for a kiss, and when Charlotte's fingers trailed over my throbbing shaft, her smile turned downright dirty. She sank the tips of her thumbs under the rim and pulled my underwear down. My dick sprang out, hard in my cravings for her, and I laughed when she couldn't move my briefs past my knees. She nearly pushed me off the bed in her effort. I stood to undress completely and found a condom in my pants.
Staring at my crotch, she licked her bottom lip as I lowered myself over her and kissed the sharp outline of her jaw, leading her to tilt her head back so I could access her throat. I kissed her skin as I guided myself inside her warm entrance. The sudden tightness made me close my eyes. She felt so good, I had to pause once settled in. Charlotte grabbed the cheeks of my ass to pull me further inside and invite me to thrust.
"You want it slow, right?" I asked.
She nodded. "Fais-moi l'amour. J'ai pas envie de baiser comme une bête."
It was as if she read my mind. I didn't feel like fucking her like a beast either. Her skin was soft against mine when I dipped toward her lips and kissed her tenderly. Each glide in and out of her sent shots of ecstasy through my lower back. I took her as deeply as I could, feeling her entire body underneath mine, her legs wrapped against my back as she raised her pelvis to meet me with each move. When she reached down my back to slip a finger inside my ass, I came undone and released, my climax spreading through me with a loud groan.
I stilled for a second and pulled out to finger her, toying with her clit until she reached an orgasm so strong, she squirted all over her sheets.
"Ah crap. I forgot to use a towel," she exclaimed with a laugh as she floated back down, her skin flushed. Her chest rose and fell against mine, her huge smile so contagious I couldn't help but grin back.
"You're so good with your tongue," she panted against my skin.
"Maybe, but next time I'll make you come on my dick."
She winked at me. "You already did."
"Not tonight, though. You felt too good. I couldn't keep going."
"We have all night." She pressed a kiss on my lips. "I'm so damn hungry. Aren't you?"
"We just ate," I replied.
"We did, but you made me come twice already. Let's have a snack."
"I have to call the concierge first and make sure he takes Opale out and feeds the cat."
When the guy picked up the phone and confirmed he'd handle the pets, my shoulders relaxed. I lay on Charlotte's bed with the phone against my ear, still fully naked while she stood in the nude to get a yogurt out of the fridge.
"Someone came by to see you today. I didn't let them inside the building," the concierge said.
"Oh." I wasn't expecting anyone. "Did they leave a name?"
"Wouldn't tell me his name. Some white guy in a trench coat. Long hair. Rocker style."
My heart skipped a beat, and a lump built in my throat. Of course, of all times, Hugo would choose now to try and contact me.
"Thanks for letting me know."
"No worries. And you don't need to call every day. I'll take care of the pets until you return."
"Thanks. I should be back tomorrow."
When he hung up, I texted Adrien.
ME: Don't hate me, but I'm spending the night at Charlotte's place. The concierge is taking care of the pets.
When he didn't reply, I figured he was either still traveling or having the time of his life—aka fucking Raphaël's brains out. I turned off my phone and joined Charlotte at the table.
Chapter 21
NOAH
When I woke up the following morning, Charlotte was lying on her side, awake and pressed against me with no clothes on to hide her voluptuous curves. The sheet was pulled all the way down, leaving me the leisure to detail her beautiful body. There wasn't a part of it I hadn't licked or kissed the night before. We'd had sex deep into the night and crashed around two A.M. when we were too tired to stay awake and keep going. I wasn't sure when she had woken up, but she was watching me intently.
"You're even more beautiful when you sleep," she said. "Did anyone ever tell you that?"
I shook my head and teased her cheek with the tip of my nose. She smelled like sex. The scent stiffened my morning wood. As if she'd heard my thoughts, Charlotte gazed down, her eyes landing on my crotch. A naughty smile pulled at her lips.
"You really are insatiable," she said with a laugh and got on her knees before I could move. She settled between my legs to take me whole in her mouth. The sudden pleasure assailed me by surprise. A loud gasp escaped my throat as she bobbed her head while caressing my balls. Her movements were always so precise, it didn't take long to lead me there.
"I'm gonna come," I panted almost too fast as she rolled her tongue over my tip, making me release in her mouth.
Her moans of appreciation vibrated around my shaft before she pulled away and I pushed her flat on the mattress to return the favor. I licked and teased her until she reached the ultimate high before I wrapped my arms around her to cuddle, her skin so soft and warm.
"D'you have to go back to Adrien's place today?" she asked. "I thought we could spend the day together...in bed."
I liked the sound of that. "I do need to get some clothes. I only have the ones I was wearing yesterday."
She grinned wickedly. "You don't need clothes. I just told you. We'll be spending the whole time in bed."
"Mmm, good point."
She ran her fingers over my pale chest. "Let's have breakfast."
Before she could move, I rolled over her and kissed her jaw. I wasn’t having breakfast until I made her climax again.
"You know, just looking at you, one would think you're so innocent, Noah, but, goodness, you're naughty," she laughed.
I smiled down at her but didn't reply. In no time, I was sheathed and deep inside her. I only stopped when I'd made sure she was satisfied and fully satiated.
"I'll bring you breakfast in bed," she said when I was ready to stand.
I shook my head. "I can help."
We prepared some tartines with butter and strawberry jam, but the bread was a bit stale. Neither of us wanted to go out and get some fresh baguette, so we settled for that and ate at her table, wearing nothing but our underwear.
"I don't want to go back," I acknowledged after taking a bite of my tartine. The sugary flavor of the jam melted on my tongue, contrasting with the smooth taste of the butter. I let out a moan of appreciation and watched as she chewed on hers.
"Just stay here," Charlotte said with a complicit smile. "The concierge did offer to take care of the pets." She grabbed my hand, her grin expanding. "Stay with me for a few more days."
Just thinking about it made my mind blur. I acquiesced without thinking twice.
"You'd better tell the guys."
I gave another nod, then reached behind my chair to grab my phone from the nightstand table. A message had come through already, now blinking at me.
Adrien: You two spent the night fucking, didn't you?
Me: A gentleman never kisses and tells.
Adrien: I won't tell Raphaël you left Opale alone all night.
I let out a tiny laugh.
Adrien: Have fun. Just remember to cover up...
I rolled my eyes.
Adrien: I didn't want to say anything, but the concierge sent me a message. Hugo came by yesterday.
Me: I know.
Adrien: He should let Hugo know you're not taking any visitors because you're too busy fucking your new girl.
Oh my God.
Me: Please tell me you did not tell him to say that.
Adrien: I sure did.
I could almost visualize his smirk through the phone.
Adrien: He might contact you.
Of course he would
. Now that I was finally moving on, that's when Hugo would choose to come back and try to mess me up.
Me: I don't want to talk to him.
Adrien: Well then, don't reply if he calls.
Easier said than done. I didn't feel like we'd had full closure. As pathetic and cruel as it sounded, I wanted to be the one rejecting him. I wanted him to feel how it hurt to want someone who pushed you away, someone you trusted, someone you'd spent over a third of your life with, and to watch them move on with somebody else.
Me: I won't go back to him.
Adrien: I sure fucking hope not.
I glanced at Charlotte. She was sipping her coffee, observing me, still fully naked but for her panties.
Me: I won't. I've moved on.
Adrien: Have fun fucking. I'll see you soon.
Me: Wait! Did you ask him yet?
Adrien: No, we're jet-lagged. I want it to be perfect. But I've got it all planned.
Me: Okay, let me know when it's done.
Adrien: Sure thing. TTYL.
I put the phone face down on the table and raised my head to find Charlotte staring at me.
"Have you ever let a woman peg you?" she asked.
"Once."
"Would you let me?" Her gaze shone over her bowl of coffee as she took a sip.
"I didn't bring my toys."
"We could go buy some."
"I thought we weren't leaving this room."
"That would be the one exception."
I didn't have anything clean to wear. I wasn't sure if her panties would fit me, but I'd have to make do for the few hours we were out.
"Can I borrow your underwear and makeup?" I asked.
Her lips rose on one side. "You don't need makeup. You look fine just like that. And yes, I'll lend you whatever you want to wear." She scrutinized me for a second. "I've never pegged a man. I can't wait to try it out."
I couldn't wait to teach her either.
Chapter 22
NOAH
Charlotte and I spent that entire day together. I bought a couple of thongs at the sex shop as well as some tight-fitting go-go boy shirts, just so I'd have something clean to wear under my clothes if we went out again.
