Fatal Attraction

by Mia Ford

  “Does any artist or musician not feel nervous right before a debut?”

  “I guess.” My fingers leave his hair and move to his shirt which I think would look better joining his shoes on the floor. I pull it up and he removes the rest of it easily.

  “Of all people, I thought you would understand the importance of firsts, Addy.” His eyes fill with mirth and I shake my head. Leave it to Charlie to bring up my virginity in casual conversation.

  I smack his bare arm playfully. “Better watch yourself. I think your students have better game than you do, mister.”

  His laughter is a bark and he works his hands between us gathering up my skirt again.

  “You won’t be thinking of my game sweetheart when I slide my dick deep inside you.”

  He’s right.

  I shiver.

  I’ll be thinking about his hips moving against mine causing the perfect amount of fiction to get me off. I swivel my hips just so hoping he’s thinking the same thing. A groan follows and I know he’s thinking it as much as I am.

  “Charlie,” I grunt when his devil digits tease me mercilessly all over again. He works a blunt finger under the elastic of my panties pulling it to the slide before pressing his finger deep inside me only to pull out and trace the outer edges of my tender lips making me lose my mind.

  “Evil man,” I whine wanting more than his habitual teasing. It’s amazing to me how comfortable I’ve become with sex after only doing it a couple of times.

  Charlie repeats the move this time leaving a slick honey trail from my center down my thighs as he raises my leg up and over his hip. “Promise you won’t throw me off and lock the door to the bathroom again?” He settles deeper between my thighs.

  My hands anchor against him and I raise my hips up to experiment grinding against his thick rod still unfortunately covered in his pants. “A gentleman would never remind a lady of such things.”

  “I think you want to rile me up, sweetheart.”

  I pant barely able to get the words out in a single sentence.

  “I do. Want to. Rile you up.”

  “I know.” He smirks and it drives me wild. I wish he would just get down to business. You know, the screwing, the lovemaking. The whatever he wants to call it when he fills me completely because Charlie is so good at it.

  “Charlie.” I let my fingers squeeze his immovable shoulders. His hands work magic between us again and his pants are quickly shucked to the floor so he can spring free between the hole in his boxer briefs.

  A wrapper crinkles.

  “Wait.” I push back.

  “What?”

  “Um? Can I do it?” I feel like an idiot asking but his kind smile eases the awkwardness I manage to dole out.

  “Of course, you can.” He says and he leans up to rest on his knees while I’m still spread out mostly clothed underneath him still. I feel like a trussed-up dinner turkey with nowhere to go and he hands me the condom expectantly. I pinch the top and roll it down over his thick shaft that pulses with warmth under the velvety soft skin that’s rigid in my grasp. All those high school health class videos have nothing on a good selection of Tumblr clips. Who says a little porn can’t go a long way toward education?

  Not me that’s for sure. I will never admit to him I watched them just to learn how to do that and feel accomplished.

  “My turn.” Charlie grabs my panties and slides them over my butt and up my legs tossing them over his shoulder. I giggle thinking about what they might be saying on their suicide mission to the floor joining his pants and shirt. It’s a minefield of clothing. I swear I have the strangest thoughts in the weirdest moments.

  “Up.” He says slipping my shirt off because that’s got to go as well, my bra too. He reaches around me nuzzling his face in the space between my breasts kissing and licking them.

  I shift scooting lower on the sofa. My ass rasping bare against the leather. Charlie maneuvers us. One leg resumes its lift over his hips opening me up to let his sheathed dick bounce against me. The other barely makes it to the floor, my toes pressing down to lift me up against him.

  “You are so beautiful.” Charlie starts to hum the hook from the song he wrote for me as he slides his dick inside me stretching my lips around his shaft. I’m wet enough it doesn’t hurt but unfamiliar enough that it stills burns as if it’s the first time. Foreplay has nothing on Charlie. His head in the crook of my neck when he pumps shallow thrusts into me. I’m pinned to the sofa underneath him and while it feels okay, I’m claustrophobic like this.

  “Charlie, move.” I push and he thrusts.

  “No, I mean…” I don’t know what I mean.

  “Addy, what you need?” His hips swivel and I nearly see stars. That. That’s exactly what I need more of.

  “I want to be on top,” I tell him waiting for the rejection or to be told I’m a silly inexperienced girl.

  Instead, I get smartass, Charlie.

  “Oh. Do you now?”

  I force myself to sound confident rolling my eyes, “yeah.”

  “You sure you can handle it?”

  I pinch his nipple.

  “Move.”

  He lifts up enough to rotate keeping himself impaled inside me but giving me what I want. Control. It’s a heady feeling like flying an airplane or what I imagine one might be like. Airplanes aren’t exactly in my wheelhouse.

  “Put your knee like… yeah… you got it, Addy.” Charlie leans back watching my every move. His hands cover my tits rubbing the nipples and holding me up for support. It’s a position I think I could get used to.

  I lift up and lower myself back down riding him in a slow canter. His hips raise up greedy for more and I speed up rocking the motion and easing down to grind over him.

  “Easy girl.” His hands leave my breasts heavily aroused to rest on my hips guiding me into the motion he likes, and give me equal amounts of pleasure on every move. It’s blissful and I feel my legs become languid as my inner muscles work in tandem to hold tight to the impending orgasm.

  My core tightens like a coil tighter and tighter until it has nowhere left to go. The force of winding it up so tight is what lets it unravel in a spinning dizzy spiral until I’m left heaving and spent falling forward over Charlie’s chest. He raises his hips up in jerky thrusts. I’ve gotten my share, it’s time for him to unravel the same. He shouts loudly and I wonder if he has neighbors who can hear his sexcapades because my jealousy runs rampant even though I’m fully sated. I can’t help it and I bite my lip to stop myself from saying or doing anything that would be construed as needy or borderline stage five clinger.

  I rest my head against his chest that hasn’t stopped thrumming, same as mine. He kisses my forehead and resumes humming the melody for me. It’s sweet, divine, and I realize how foolish I’m being because this man just poured his soul into a song written solely and specifically for me. Maybe I can cling just a little bit.

  My rapid heart calms and like a sleepy kitten, I claw my fingers into his pectoral muscles staking my claim. I think I might love this man.

  After a while, we get dressed and ready to go. I’m hungry again and hope I can talk him into some take out on the way home.

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Charlie

  Ada is beautiful. The word love comes to mind more than once as I watch her get dressed.

  “Stop watching me. You have to get dressed too.” She giggles and covers herself with her hands.

  “Don’t cover yourself, you’re beautiful. We can just stay here.”

  I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

  “No, we can’t. I’m hungry and I want to sleep in my bed tonight. It’s going to be so much more comfortable than that couch.

  She has a point there. Reluctantly I get up and get dressed. I lock up like I always do and we head out the door to the car.

  Ada has convinced me we shouldn’t be afraid to go to the studio. She thinks Jimmy would be stupid to do what he did to us again in the same place. I’m not so sure bec
ause I can see the guy has a screw loose.

  She stops me when we get into the parking lot and kisses me. I’m happy to return the kiss and wrap my arms around her waist. The night is quiet, there aren’t any cars driving by, but I hear a noise in the parking lot. She hears it too and jumps back alarmed.

  I feel like someone is watching us and immediately look around to see if I can spot Jimmy. I can’t believe he isn’t in jail for longer periods of time. He literally gets arrested and starts stalking her again. I want to protect her but I haven’t been able to bring myself to buy a gun. Now in the dark parking lot feeling eyes on me I really wish I had one. I don’t want to spook her so I don’t act like anything is wrong.

  I grab her hand and we start walking towards the car together. I move a little faster than usual and just want to get her safely out of the situation. The next few minutes seem to slow time down. Someone jumps out from behind my car and rushes at us. There’s a loud noise I don’t quite understand. Ada screams and turns to run trying to pull me with her. For some reason, I can’t move. I feel like I’m falling backward.

  It feels like someone just punched me really hard in the shoulder. When I look down I see blood. Until right now I didn’t register that sound I heard was related to the punch. Now the person is moving towards us faster and he has his hand up. I can see now there’s a gun in it, the moonlight is shining off of it. I feel myself falling to the ground and I can’t stop. I can’t see Ada and I start to panic. Is she hurt too?

  I twist as I fall to try and see her meaning I land on my shoulder in the parking lot. It sends a wave of pain so intense through my arm that I black out for a minute. When I come to it’s because another loud noise happened. My vision is blurry and there’s a lot of pain. I feel it throughout my whole body.

  “Charlie.” I hear Ada scream. It’s all going in slow motion now. It feels like the fall to the ground took forever. Now I’m lying on my side and things sound very far away.

  “Charlie,” a male voice yells and I briefly see a figure fly by and lunge at the guy with the gun who has almost made it to me. The two wrestle on the ground and a burning sensation sets in on my shoulder and shoots down my arm. I’m shot, I realize. I’ve not been punched I’ve been shot.

  I feel myself getting weaker as I see George. He’s on top of the guy with the gun and I realize it’s not Jimmy or Ada’s dad. This is related to George. This is all because of the stupid drugs. George, my good friend, has managed to get me killed outside my own studio.

  “I’m sorry Charlie,” he says, “I followed them here. I promise this wasn’t me. They were mad about the day the gun jammed.” For the first time, I notice the vehicles nearby. They’re across the road so I didn’t see them when we first walked out.

  “Hey man,” I say and feel myself go in and out of consciousness. The pain is causing me to black out and I can feel the blood soaking through my shirt.

  Ada is right beside me squeezing my hand and screaming. I try to tell her it’s okay but my eyes don’t seem to want to work. I hear sirens and think George needs to run before everything goes black and I don’t think about anything.

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Charlie

  Opening my eyes in the ambulance, the siren sounds pretty distant. Ada is holding my hand and there’s a police officer sitting in front of me. I feel an iv in my arm and some pretty intense pressure where the paramedic is holding something down on my shoulder.

  “Mr. Maxwell are you able to identify your attacker?”

  “I open my mouth to speak and find I can’t. Maybe I’ve lost a lot of blood or maybe I’m in shock but I can’t tell him anything.”

  “He knew the second guy,” Ada says quietly. “The guy who tackled him. The one you actually have in custody, he knew him. I think they are friends.”

  “You didn’t know the person who shot him?”

  “No, I didn’t get a good luck at him. I just know someone drove him off. He ran to a car parked across the street and it left.”

  As Ada describes the car to the officer I think about George and hope he’s okay. My brain is having a hard time figuring out what all is going on, but I heard they have George in custody. I fade out before any more conversation happens.

  I wake up in the hospital for the second time. The first time I was in a lot of pain and in surgery. No one could come in and see me and then they drugged me out of my mind. The whole thing seems like a hazy dream. It took me a while to remember why I was in the hospital in the first place.

  I had been aware Ada was nearby but was in and out so much I couldn’t really reach out to her. She had been there, Thomas had been there, Paulie had been there, but my father had not. It was in the papers that I’d been shot. If he cared, he’d have come to visit me.

  Now there’s no one in the room with me and I wonder how long I’ve been out. Has Ada given up on me, did I go into some kind of coma. I panic thinking I’ve been out for years and she’s remarried and long gone.

  “Hey, you’re up,” a nurse says as she comes in the room. “Was wondering if you’d wake up today.”

  “How long have I been here?”

  “Just two days, but I’m sure it seems a lot longer. Getting shot is no joke.”

  “Oh yeah, I forgot I’d been shot.” I laugh and realize I’m still on some painkillers.

  She checks my vitals and adjusts my pillows. I thank her and tell her I’ll write a song about nice nurses fluffing pillows. I realize I’m more screwed up than I thought I was as I start snapping. She laughs and I fall back into a deep sleep. When I wake again it’s dark and Ada is standing next to the bed.

  “I heard you woke up earlier,” she smiles. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. They convinced me to go home and shower. I knew that was going to happen.”

  She comes over and kisses me gently and I’ve never been happier to see anyone. I try to sit up and wince in pain. Like I triggered a switch the nurse comes in and gives me more pain medication. I gladly take it.

  “I’m so sorry you got shot, Charlie. And you almost got shot before that by Jimmy.”

  “Hey, think about it. Now, I have street cred. I may be a rich boy, but I’ve been shot.” I laugh and then realize it hurts to laugh but she’s smiling at me and that’s really all that matters.

  “We have a lot of work to do.” She looks serious as she says it with her hands on her hips.

  “Baby I’ve got nothing but time. We can record while I recover. They actually think it might be a while. We may have to just write together, I’m going to need PT for my shoulder. I hope I’ll be able to play guitar after.”

  “I have faith you’ll be able to, but if not, I’ll just learn.”

  She leans over me and I inhale her sweet scent of strawberries and other intoxicating aromas. She puts her lips to mine and I can tell she’s trying to be gentle so I make a point of pushing my tongue into her mouth and grabbing her ass with my good arm.

  “I think you’ll probably have to sleep here tonight,” I tell her and she sits on the bed beside me.

  “They don’t allow visitors to stay overnight.”

  “You can sneak back in.”

  She kisses me again. “Hang tight, I’m going to go and gather us up a hospital feast.”

  When she returns she has three to-go boxes and extra plates with cake on them.

  “I cleaned them out.” She says and grins at me. “What will it be? Steak sandwich, grilled cheese, tilapia, or rice and steak?”

  “Wow, you really did clean them out.”

  I point to the things I want and happily eat them as Ada tries to find something to watch on the small television.

  “Find the porn,” I tell her earning a swat on the arm.

  “Thomas says if we get the album finished we can release it in two months. Do you think our whole lives are about to change?”

  “I think our lives will change if we work hard and you sing your little heart out.”

  “We won’t change though, right Charlie. I don’t want us
to become rich assholes and demand strange things in our dressing rooms.”

  “We’ll never change doll, we’ll stay just like this.”

  “I saw this and thought you might want to see it,” she says and hands me a newspaper. The headline reads Drug Dealer Busted, Another One Off the Streets. The first words I see are Turner Conrad. I’m beyond thrilled he’s not going to be a threat to my life or George’s anymore.

  “This is good news.” I read on to see that an informant came to the police to give them the information they wanted to know. The informant wasn’t named of course, but I know it’s George.

  “George finally did the right thing.”

  I smile and think at least some things are looking up and I got my girl with me. I can’t really ask for much better.

  “I love you, Ada,” I say and I truly mean it. I reach out to take her hand.

  “I love you too Charlie.” She bends over and puts her lips on mine. I kiss her gently and then hold her to my chest. She feels just like home.

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Ada

  My heart almost stopped when Charlie got shot. I couldn’t process what had just happened. Despite the fact we’d been under threat of it happening before, when it happened I just couldn’t believe it. I thought I’d lost him. He was so weak and there was so much blood.

  It had taken me a while to realize this was related to something completely different than my father. After we talked for a while in the hospital about everything, we determined my father had actually threatened Charlie the night Jimmy had fought him in the bar. I had started to form a picture of my father that was completely different than I thought he was. We both decided no matter what, when it came to our fathers, we wouldn’t let them ruin us. Having shitty dads was just another way Charlie and I were able to bond.