When we finally got into the apartment, I dragged Bentley down the hallway to my bedroom. Shay grabbed Jake’s arm and they both stiffened a bit as they watched us walking down the hall. Shay knew better than to get in my way, but I was sure, by the time morning came, she would want all the details.
I looked Bentley in the eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up,” I warned as I pulled him through my door. Privacy was my goal. Nothing more. Then again, in my alcohol-induced haze, jumping his bones didn’t sound like a half bad idea.
“Charlotte, please let me explain.” He looked my way, but couldn’t force his eyes to meet mine. Taking a deep breath, he continued. “I was confused. I’ve never felt like this in my life. I never had any feelings or respect for women, my mother screwed that up a long time ago.” That was a refreshing thought. At least he was honest about the fact that he didn’t respect women. His admission left me speechless.
He sat on the edge of my bed, resting his elbows on his knees. “But when I was with you, here, all I could think of was being here forever. It scared the shit out of me. I knew I had to get away and do what I’m best at. Meaningless sex. Before I could even take that girl home, you e-mailed me. That night, I sat here, outside your door, but you never came home.” Before I could challenge his statement, he responded to my skepticism. “Ask Shay. She came home and saw me sitting here.” Shay hadn’t told me. Had I known that he’d gone to such lengths to make things right that same night, I might have let him explain sooner. I certainly wouldn’t have deleted his e-mails without reading them.
It got uncomfortably quiet in my room as I tried to digest what he had told me and he tried to force himself to keep talking. “You ignored me, for weeks. I left and went to New York and made a stupid drunken mistake. I promise you if you give me a chance I’ll never hurt you.” As he talked, I felt tears forming in my eyes. If he wasn’t being honest and sincere, pouring out his heart to me, I was beyond gullible and deserved whatever came my way.
“Bentley, I don’t need your excuses. We weren’t dating or exclusive. You don’t have to explain your actions to me. I’m just some girl.” I lowered down onto the bed next to him, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks as I placed my hand on his leg. Feeling the warmth of his thigh against my palm gave me hope that everything was going to work itself out. If we both allowed it.
“That’s the problem, Charlie,” he snapped, taking off his baseball cap to run his fingers through his hair. “You aren’t just some girl. You’re different. That’s what started all of this, the fact that you’re not like every other girl I’ve spent time with. Please, just give me a second chance to prove that to you?”
I wanted to give him a second chance, but could I put myself back in that position? The worst that could happen was that I would find out again he was a shit bag. It wouldn’t be the first time I discovered a guy was an asshole.
“I guess I can try.” I shrugged as I looked over at him. A smile washed over his face as he looked over at me. He pulled me off the bed, spinning me around like I had just said yes to marrying him or something. Room spinning. Bad idea.
“I won’t fuck it up, I swear,” he promised as he planted quick kisses along my jaw.
“I really hope not,” I sighed. I wanted to believe that he wouldn’t screw things up between us again, but even he admitted he wasn’t good at dealing with women. It would be something we both had to work at. Together.
I looked over at him. His blue eyes looked like the ocean on a clear day. His lips were almost touching mine and I couldn’t have pulled away if I wanted to. As soon as our lips met, I was in Heaven. His kiss was soft and sweet. As nice as those gentle kisses were, I needed more. He realized that from the way I was feverishly kissing him back and he deepened his kiss. Our tongues meeting in frantic licks.
While locked in our passionate kiss, his hands started to explore. Slowly moving from my hips down to my ass. Then back up and landed right on my breasts. I melted under his fingertips. His touch felt impatient. I tugged on the t-shirt he was wearing, breaking our kiss to move it over his head and onto my floor. As much as I wanted him, I could feel Bentley holding back.
“I want you. Right now, I don’t... want... to wait... anymore,” I panted, so turned on it was hard to breathe.
“Not like this. Not now,” he protested.
I stared square into his blue eyes, “Now! I want you inside me! Don’t hold back Bentley, make love to me, please.”
He finally understood that I wasn’t going to back down and slowly he started to strip me, starting with my t-shirt, then helping me kick my jeans off. I stood before him in my bra and panties. He was slow and gentle with each movement he made. He brushed my hair away as he kissed and bit up and down the side of my neck. His mouth continued exploring down my body not missing an inch of skin with his lips. He gently unclasped my bra and let it fall. Without a moment of hesitation, he had his mouth exploring my full breasts, playing and squeezing while gently teasing.
A surge of pleasure flowed through my body, stopping directly at my sweet spot. My clit swelled with need. He ran his tongue over my nipples time after time, sucking strongly with each pass. I could feel my body responding to each touch. I knew I couldn’t last much longer at this rate. I let myself go, giving into the pleasure my body was demanding while I tried to grasp everything going on in my mind. I was giving myself to Bentley. Something I had only imagined in erotic late night dreams, or when I pleasured myself. But now it was becoming a reality.
As he continued down my body he slid my thong down my legs leaving me naked and vulnerable and I needed to be back in control. I knew if I didn’t make a move of my own in this moment I never would. I pushed Bentley onto his back so I could straddle him. I looked down at his body, one like that of a Greek god covered in beautiful art. I ran my hands up and down his chest and stomach before I leaned in to kiss him once again.
I continued to kiss my way down his body, over his chest and down to his stomach only stopping once I hit fabric. Bentley helped me as I fumbled to unbutton and push down his jeans quickly. His boxers looked as though they were going to rip in half from his thick, pressing cock. Just as I might have continued my kisses where I left off, I heard a loud noise and commotion outside my bedroom door.
I jumped out of bed. I grabbed my robe and went for the door. Bentley jumped under the covers. Had I remembered to lock the door, I wouldn’t have been so quick to shoot out of bed.
I swung my door open to find Jake, Shay and my brother Trey all in a pile outside of my door. When the hell did Trey get here?
“Who cares to explain first?” I fumed.
“Well it is all Shays’ fault. She said she heard moaning and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Jake said with a smirk. “Just as I was about to knock, you opened the door and...”
“Listen here, children... run along to bed and leave the adults alone!” I turned away and they gasped when I slammed the door in their faces. This time, I made sure it was locked so that no one would ruin anymore of my fun.
I was upset that we were disturbed in the first place, but I wasn’t going to let them interrupt our good time. I turned and slowly dropped my robe revealing my naked body. His eyes lit up now that he could see far more than when we were rolling around in the darkness before our interruption.
“Where were we?” I flirted with a smug grin while slowly making my way back to the bed. Looking Bentley in the eyes, I started to seductively crawl onto the bed when he pulled me up the bed towards him in a rush.
“Right about here,” he whispered as he climbed on top of me.
“I think we should get rid of these boxers,” I sighed, tugging on the waistband lightly. He eyed me with hesitation and I tried to give him just a little bit of reassurance. “I want to do this Bentley. Please.”
That was all he needed to hear. In one swift motion, his boxers were off and on the floor. My body ached to feel him inside me.
“Not so fast, love,” he said as he cont
inued kissing down my body and licking my sensitive center. It took everything I had to restrain myself long enough to enjoy what was happening. I started to panic until I felt his tongue exploring my pussy. I let out a loud moan and he continued.
“You taste so good,” he said as I continued moaning under the spell of his tongue.
Even if the perverts were all listening at the door, I wasn’t going to quiet myself!
Within seconds, he made me experience my first orgasm at the hand of a man. While I hadn’t gone around slutting over the years, I had messed around with a lot of guys. None, however, had enough skill to bring me to climax.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bentley questioned me, looking deep into my eyes to make sure this was really what I wanted to do. I could see his hesitation.
Through my heavy breathing I finally managed to whisper yes.
He pulled out a condom and rolled it down his long, thick manhood. Slowly, positioning himself between my legs. He gently rubbed his length up and down my pussy before nudging forward to make slow entry. He tenderly eased himself in inch by inch.
He was gentle and slow, making sure to work his way in stretching me with each slow thrust.
The feeling I had in the pit of my stomach was one I could never describe. It might have been a product of lust, possibly love. But I knew this man was special and so were the moments we were sharing. I no longer cared about waiting with Bentley, I just wanted to be his.
His pace sped up and with each thrust I felt him bringing me to the brink of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around me as he continued slowly making love to me. Each kiss, lick, touch and taste had deep meaning. I could see a look of warmth and love behind his blue eyes as he attempted to read my own face. I ran my nails down the length of his back and he let out a deep moan and picked up his speed, quickly moving in and out with purpose. After a few minutes of his pleasure I couldn’t hold back anymore and let go. My body shook with my orgasm as I screamed his name and moaned as I came down from my ecstasy.
Once he heard my words, I could feel him tense as he pushed into my body one last time to the hilt and moaned in his own release.
We collapsed into each other’s arms, sweaty and panting like we’d just run a marathon. I ran my hands through his dark brown hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek. We both drifted off to sleep with no words exchanged. No words could ever fit the moment we had just experienced with each other.
I woke at seven-thirty in the morning to my phone ringing. Who the hell was calling me at this ungodly hour? I looked at the caller ID and it was Landon. I couldn’t answer the call with Bentley sleeping next to me. On top of that, I was irritated at being called so early.
I hit the ignore button and shut the ringer off. I snuggled back up against the gorgeous man I had given myself to. Once again, I drifted off to sleep.
After a few hours, I woke up to Bentley watching me as I slept. “Good morning beautiful,” he said softly.
“Morning, hot pants,” I giggled.
“Actually, it’s no pants.” He lifted the covers, reminding me we were both still as naked as the day we were born.
“Last night was... nice,” I said, leaning over to plant a kiss on him.
“It was more than nice. It was... amazing.” Bentley smiled and I could see the emotion behind his eyes. It was certainly more than amazing. It was life-changing for both of me. He had become everything I never knew I wanted out of life. My chest welled with love for a man I still barely knew.
“Breakfast, hun?” I asked, hoping he was as hungry as I was. There was nothing like a good breakfast to cure a hangover.
I threw on a nightgown, grabbed my phone and walked out to the kitchen. A night of drinking had taken a toll on me and I needed to put some food in my stomach. I wasn’t the only one rummaging for sustenance either. Shay and Jake joined me. Thankfully, Trey had gone home when he realized there was no prying me out of my bedroom last night. I’m sure he hadn’t wanted to leave at all.
Just as they started to press me for details, Bentley walked out of my bedroom, fully dressed and ready to leave. My stomach hurt worse than when Shay texted me that picture of him and the bimbo. I worried for a minute that if he left, he would never come back.
“I’m going to Starbucks for coffee, what do you guys want?” As he walked towards the door, the tears I had welling in my eyes felt ridiculous. Once again, I allowed my emotions to get the best of me. I grabbed our magnetic notepad off of the fridge and started to jot down a list, starting with my mocha Frappuccino.
We all wrote down what we wanted and Bentley took off with Jake by his side. I knew Jake would pull the bro card on him and try to get the details I wouldn’t dish out.
I picked up my phone to listen to my voicemail, when I checked, I saw four missed calls and two text messages, all from Landon.
Are you ok? I saw you leaving the bar last night but couldn’t get your attention.
Please call me!
Charlie, what did I do to deserve this?
My stomach tightened, knowing that Landon had seen my antics last night on the dance floor and witnessed me leading Bentley out the door. I was in for a whole world of shit and I knew it. I had no one to blame but myself.
I listened to the voicemail.
“Charlotte, are you okay? I saw that scumbag with his hands all over you last night. I am praying he didn’t hurt you. Please call me so I know you are okay.” I hated hearing the panic in his voice.
I picked up the phone, debating on calling or texting him. I decided to send a text message. It was impersonal, but Bentley would be back any minute. And honestly, I couldn’t take hashing things out on the phone with Landon.
‘I am okay, home nursing my hangover. I’ll call you later when the room isn’t spinning. xoxoxox’
I handed my phone to Shay so she could examine the mess I’d gotten myself into while I gave her the two short answers she wanted.
“Yes, we had sex. Yes, I wanted to. Oh and it was amazing.” I smirked.
“Oh no you didn’t!” Shay slapped her hands against the counter, her mouth slightly agape. “LAWD! We will be talking about this one later young lady,” she lectured. “But I guess you couldn’t live missing out on the amazingness we adults call sex,” she called out to me as she disappeared down the hall, laughing the entire way.
By the time Bentley and Jake got back, they looked like old friends and I knew I was in trouble.
“Eat up boys,” I said to them, motioning to the eggs, bacon, sausage and toast I had made and set out on the counter buffet style while they were gone.
I finished up my plate and frap before excusing myself for a shower. I still had the leftover sex from last night lingering all over me. While it was a good experience, I was more than ready to clean up for the day. As Bentley finished up, I leaned over to whisper in his ear “I’m going to go enjoy a shower, why don’t you join me?”
The look on his face was priceless. He couldn’t finish eating fast enough and Jake’s narrowed eyes told me he knew exactly what I’d just said. I turned to walk down the hallway with Bentley following close behind.
My bathroom was my favorite room in the apartment. A Jacuzzi garden tub and large double shower, lined with white tile and blue accents took up most of the room. A double sink with cherry wood cabinets on each side and four horizontal drawers in between the sinks finished the modern style design. When everything was wrong with the world, I hid in my tub soaking the worry away.
As soon as I turned the water on I felt him behind me. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, squeezing while planting a soft kiss on my neck. He backed away and stripped naked, then reached for the hem of my nightgown, pulling it over my head so I stood before him in the same state.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” He asked me sweetly.
“Yes. Did you?”
“Absolutely, I loved every minute. How are you feeling today? Are you okay?” His question hung for a minute before I co
uld get the right words together. His face was filled with uncertainty, as if he was afraid he had pushed me to do something I would regret now that it was morning. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
“I’m just fine,” I assured him. “I enjoyed last night and don’t regret it one bit.” I kissed him, taking his hand to lead him through the double glass doors to the shower.
As soon as we were under the warm water I could feel his hands all over my body. I tilted my head back in pleasure as he locked my lips with his. In one swift movement, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. For once, being petite worked to my advantage.
When he slowly slid inside me, it was a different sensation than before. The pleasure was much more intense. Everything as a whole felt so much better, even with the lingering tenderness from the night before.
I freaked out when I realized it felt so much different because he wasn’t wearing a condom. My mind argued with my body; my body consumed with pleasure, my mind screaming at me to make him stop. I felt my body tighten around him as he fucked me up against the wall until I was coming all over his dick. Trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t get the words out “You... need to...... pull... out!” Terror filled his eyes as he realized what I was saying. He pumped into me one more time before pulling out and coming all over the shower floor.
“I’m sorry, I just thought you--” he started to say. I finished the sentence for him.
“--was on birth control right?”
“Yeah... I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have done that if I thought you weren’t.” He looked white as a ghost, realizing what could have happened. Motherhood certainly wasn’t in my ten-year plan.
“It’s okay. I guess I need to remedy that issue this week,” I said with a wink. Seeing as I had no plans of putting out again before I graduated college, birth control hadn’t been an issue. Now, I couldn’t wait to get on the pill so I could enjoy the feeling of Bentley’s bare skin inside me.
We finished showering and got dressed for the day. I didn’t want to say goodbye, but not everyone can live in the trust fund reality I called a life. Bentley had to work, which actually piqued my interest. I realized I had no clue what Bentley did for work.
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