by Isabel Love
It makes me feel better, knowing he’s on my side.
And…I can’t stop thinking about the promise of his mouth, fingers, and cock in my ass. His ploy to distract me is working.
I put my silverware on my plate even though I’m not done with my meal. My appetite is gone and I wonder what the hell we’re still doing here.
Once Shannon is done telling Charlie about her new guitar, I start to make our goodbyes. “Mom, Dad, thanks for having us, but I think we’re going to get going.”
“Oh wait, you can’t go yet,” Shannon pleads. “I made your favorite dessert. I just need to pop it in the oven so the marshmallows can get warm and gooey.”
The look in her eyes makes me hesitate. “You made the cookie s’mores?” My sister loves to bake and when I visited home during college, she would make me desserts to try to get me to stay longer. One of her concoctions is a layered dessert with cookie dough on the bottom, a layer of Hershey’s milk chocolate bars, a layer of marshmallows, topped off with another layer of cookie dough, chocolate chips, and graham cracker crust on top. When you cut into it, it’s an explosion of s’mores and chocolate chip cookies in your mouth.
I look over at Charlie and he nods, telling me it’s okay if I want to stay a bit longer.
“Okay, we’ll stay for dessert, but we have to get going after that.”
“I’ll go warm it up now,” Shannon says as she picks up her plate and takes it into the kitchen. I do the same and motion for Charlie to get his plate and follow me. I don’t want to leave him alone with my parents and Reid—who knows what they’d say to him, or what he’d say to them.
In the kitchen, I find Shannon sliding a glass pan into the oven. I collect the dishes, put them in the sink, and start to wash them. Surprisingly, Charlie gets a hand towel and starts to dry them.
Shannon leans on the counter next to us. “So how are you, honestly?” she asks me. I wish I were closer to my sister, and I’m glad we have a moment to talk.
“I’m good,” I tell her. “I just wish they’d stop inviting Reid here. It’s been two years since the divorce.”
“I know, when are they going to give it up already?” she agrees.
I shrug and roll my eyes in frustration. “What about you? Seeing anyone?”
Her face pinks. She may not have red hair like I do, but she does have the pale skin that tends to show every emotion in different shades of pink. “No, not really.”
Her words say no, but that blush says yes. “You are seeing someone!”
She looks back to Charlie and bites her lip.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Charlie chuckles. “I have to go to the bathroom anyway. Which way is it?” he asks me, drying the last plate and wiping his hands off on the towel.
“Down that hall, first door to your right.” Once he’s out of earshot, I turn back to Shannon. “Now spill.”
She smiles tentatively at me, hesitant to start.
“Come on! When’s the last time we had girl talk?” I prod.
“It’s not serious, but his name is Guy and he’s a singer.”
“Ooooh, a singer? How sexy. Would I have heard any of his songs?”
“No, he’s just starting out, but his voice…it’s so amazing. We met at the studio—he had time booked right before mine. When I showed up early for my session, I got to hear him sing. Then we started chatting after and have been out a few times, but I know neither one of us has time to dedicate to a relationship.”
“Then just have fun. Why does all dating need to equate to a serious relationship?”
“Is that what you’re doing with Charlie? Having fun? Or is it serious?”
Damn, this shouldn’t be a difficult question. Charlie and I are having fun.
We’re having fun in bed.
But…
I think of painting in my studio with Charlie.
Him crying in my arms after telling me about the baby.
The way he fucked me so reverently after the threesome with Tobias.
Strolling through the zoo yesterday, seeing him so cute with his camera and love of animals.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say we’re not serious, that we’re just friends who like to fuck, but my heart squeezes in my chest and my stomach churns at the thought.
Fucking hell. How did this happen?
“That look on your face is answer enough.” She gives me a knowing smile. “I know you haven’t wanted a relationship since Reid fucked you over, but don’t miss something amazing because you’re so focused on Reid. Charlie isn’t Reid. It’s not fair to him to treat him that way, and it’s not fair to yourself.”
I sigh dramatically, not having any words. I know she’s right, and I know Charlie and I should talk about what’s happening, but I kind of just want to stick my head in the sand for a little while longer.
The aroma of Shannon’s dessert fills the kitchen, giving me the subject change I need. “This smells divine! Is it ready to eat yet?”
Shannon opens the oven door just a bit to peek inside. “Looks ready to me. Let me take it out.” As she reaches for the oven mitt, I hear Charlie’s voice rising.
Charlie is not an angry person. Aside from his encounter with Anna, I’ve never seen him get mad, but I know Reid pissed him off earlier. As my thoughts race to figure out what’s going on, I meet Shannon’s worried face then dart from the kitchen to find out.
“Don’t you fucking talk about her like that!” I hear Charlie growl as I walk into the hallway.
“She didn’t tell you the whole story yet, did she?” Reid asks.
Oh no. My stomach drops and anxiety seeps into every cell in my body. No, no, no, no.
“Fuck off, you piece of shit. I may not know all of the details, but I know you cheated on your wife,” Charlie fires back. “What the fuck are you even doing here at her parents’ house? You didn’t do enough damage by fucking up your marriage? You have to show up at family dinners and make her uncomfortable too?”
“I was invited, unlike you.”
“Quinn invited me. You know coming around is not going to make her take you back. You should’ve cherished what you had with her when you had it, because she’s done with you, asswipe. You’re never getting her back.”
“Because of you?”
“No, because of you.”
I reach Charlie and put my hand on his arm. His muscles are tense, coiled and ready to strike. He turns at my touch and I see his cheeks are flushed in anger.
“Hey, you,” I whisper to him, wrapping my hand around his waist. He leans into me and wraps his arm around me protectively.
“What the fuck, Reid?” I glare at him.
He raises his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine.”
“How is Bambi, anyway?”
He raises his eyebrows at the mention of his secretary, the one I found him fucking in our bed.
“Barbara and I are no longer together.”
“Did you cheat on her, too?”
“I told you, sleeping with Barbara was a mistake, just something I had to get out of my system.”
A laugh jumps out of my throat, sounding more like a bark than anything. “Well, I’m so glad you got that out of your system. Why do you keep coming here? Why keep in touch with my parents?”
He eyes Charlie with disdain. “You’re my wife, Quinn.”
“Ex-wife.” He sounds like my parents—maybe they’ve brainwashed him. “I was your wife up until I found out you were fucking everyone else but me.”
“And why was that?” Oh, that asshole. He is not going to blame his affair on me.
“Because you made a choice, Reid. Don’t you dare put this one me. Your dick didn’t accidentally land in her cunt IN OUR BED,” I screech.
My body tenses, my blood pressure rising to a boiling point, and I’m about two seconds from losing my shit. This time, it’s Charlie soothing me.
“Okay, I think it’s time for us to go,” Charlie announces firmly.
“That sounds l
ike the best idea ever.” We make our way to the kitchen and Shannon jumps from the entryway, totally eavesdropping, I’m sure. I would have, too, if I were in her position.
“Sorry, Shannon, but I’m going to pass on dessert.”
“No worries.” We hug briefly and head to the living room where my parents usually sit and relax after dinner. They definitely heard the entire exchange from here.
“Mom, Dad, we’re going to get going.”
“Thanks for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzpatrick,” Charlie says, nodding to them politely.
I don’t wait for them to stand up or respond. They’d probably say something in Reid’s defense, or tell me to watch my mouth. Their loyalty to a man who cheated on their daughter makes me sick. What kind of parents do that? Choose to side with an adulterer over their own flesh and blood?
I’m disappointed in their behavior tonight.
I’m also disappointed in myself for being disappointed, because it means I had expectations.
I take a deep breath as Charlie guides me outside, my hand secure in his.
As soon as we’re outside, he turns on me, pressing me up against the front door and kissing me soundly. It’s so unexpected, I stiffen up at first, but I don’t resist for long. He kisses me so hard my lips sting.
“You ready for your reward?”
That sounds kind of barbaric.
I’M SO RAMPED UP from my altercation with that twatface. When he started talking shit about Quinn, my vision turned red and every ounce of my being went into defense mode.
I wanted to punch him.
Almost did, too. If Quinn hadn’t touched me, it would have been over.
Seeing Quinn’s family and how little support she has doesn’t make me feel pity for her. This feeling is more like…awe of how she can be so strong and independent despite the lack of support. A weaker woman might crumble in the face of parents pushing her to stay in a marriage without trust, but not Quinn. She calls them on their shit and walked away from the man who broke his promise to her. She’s so fucking amazing.
I want Quinn.
I want my tongue in her mouth.
I want to rub my dick all over her body. On her sassy mouth that speaks her mind even when it isn’t easy. In her gorgeous fiery red hair. On the countless freckles that dot her body.
I want to come on her skin and rub it in so my essence stays with her all day.
I want to mark her as mine—mine to fuck, mine to share, mine to pleasure.
These feelings of possession are undeniable, and I don’t want to hold them back anymore. But first, I’m going to make good on my promise to take her ass. Not every woman likes anal, but I know she has done this before, just not with me.
Not yet, anyway.
We stumble into my place, our hands all over each other, panting with desperation. As soon as we manage to close the door, I tear her clothes off of her, pulling clumsily at the fabric. My desire has robbed me of finesse, but Quinn doesn’t seem to mind, as she’s taking my clothes off just as frantically. Once we’re both naked, I pick her up, her hot pussy against my stomach, legs wrapped around my waist, and I carry her into my bedroom. I’m going to need my lube for this, or else I would’ve just fucked her in the foyer.
In my bedroom, I put her down on the bed, unable to stop looking at the perfection that is this woman. Her eyes meet mine and I try to convey all I’m feeling for her.
“Are you ready?” I ask her.
In response, she rolls over onto her stomach, grabs a pillow for her head, and tucks her knees under her abdomen, effectively raising her ass in the air for me.
My cock jumps at the sight. I guess that’s a yes. I reach into my nightstand drawer for the lube, put it beside her, then crawl onto the bed and bury my face in that amazing spot between her legs. The scent of her pussy fills my nose and I inhale deeply, loving the fact that she’s all worked up because of me.
I spread her cheeks apart, giving me easier access to her pussy, licking, nipping, rubbing my face up and down her sensitive flesh. From this angle, having my mouth on her pussy means my nose rubs against her pucker. I feel the wrinkled skin as I dive my tongue into her wet heat, as deep as I can get it. Her arousal mixed with my saliva makes her slippery, and I plan to put that slipperiness to good use.
She moans and groans her pleasure as I work her, the sounds muffled by the pillow. I want to make her come once before I start working on her ass; she needs to be loose and relaxed.
Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck on it, loving the way her thighs tremble. With Quinn, I know too much attention to her clit can drive her orgasm away, so I let it go and slide my index finger into her, teasing her with little flicks and licks.
My cock wants in on this action, but I ignore it, inserting a second finger into her pussy, pushing them in and out while I torment her clit.
She’s moving her pelvis now, as best she can from this angle, widening her legs and pushing into my face. I’m completely smothered by her, my face covered in her wetness, but I don’t care. I could live here, between Quinn’s legs.
Her sounds start to escalate and I feel the flutters inside of her, so I work my fingers faster and leave her clit completely alone.
“Fuck, Charlie!” she complains.
“You know what I want to hear, Red.”
“Fuck you.”
I chuckle, slowing the pace of my fingers. She curses, gets up on her hands and knees, and starts rocking her body, fucking herself on my fingers.
Fuck, that’s hot.
She’s chasing her orgasm herself, trying to avoid begging me—but I’m a selfish prick and I want her to beg me.
So, I take my fingers out slowly.
“Charlie Nelson, I need you to make me come, you bastard!”
“Now, that isn’t very nice, calling me names.” I kiss her left cheek then get closer to her, kissing the spot right in between her asshole and pussy. I can’t help but give her a long swipe with my tongue.
“Please, Charlie, please make me come,” she says, flopping her upper body back down on the pillow in supplication.
Fuck yes. I insert three fingers this time, then suck her clit into my mouth, hard. Three pumps later, she comes, trembling around my fingers. Her screams echo in my head, music to my ears.
Before she has a chance to come down from her orgasm, I’m pulling my fingers from her cunt and dragging the arousal up to her pucker. My fingers are slippery and I rub that tightly clenched hole, feeling the texture of the sensitive skin there.
“Mmmm,” she moans.
I lick her pussy again, relishing the way it spasms around my tongue one last time, and then I trail my tongue up to her asshole. I let my saliva pool in my mouth and let myself drool all over her tiny hole, thinking about how tight she’s going to be. I kiss the creased skin then explore the surface with my tongue. I lick up and down, around and around, then dip down to her pussy, nipping her sensitive clit to give her a jolt of sensation every now and then.
“Fuck, Red. This hole is so tight. I’m going to stretch it real good to get it ready for my cock.”
She groans in response.
Flexing my tongue to make it firm, I probe the hole, trying to breach it, but she clenches up in response.
“Hold your cheeks open for me.”
Surprisingly, she obeys with no objections, resting her face on the pillow sideways and reaching her hands back to hold herself open for me. Now that’s better. I look at her, pussy dripping wet, asshole clenched tight.
“Relax that hole for me.”
“I am relaxed,” she argues.
“I can see how tight it is. Relax for me baby. Let me in.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, and I can see her muscles relax ever so slightly. Once again, I lick her, groaning in pleasure at touching this forbidden spot. Then I flex my tongue and try to enter. This time, I slip in, not very far, but enough to feel that tight ring of muscle, just inside her opening. Fuck yes. I work my tongue
all around, using my fingers on her clit to keep her distracted.
Quinn wiggles against me, moaning loudly. I slide my finger into her pussy to get it nice and wet then bring it up to her anus, right beside my tongue. I push to gain entrance and she clenches, the hole puckering up around my fingertip.
“Breathe baby, nice and steady. It’s just my fingertip.” I pet her hip and thigh, soothing her while I apply more pressure and my finger gains entrance to the first knuckle. “Good girl,” I praise.
I alternate like this, with my tongue and finger, until my entire index finger is inside her. It’s hot and tight inside Quinn.
“Fuck, I wish you could see this,” I tell her.
I grab the lube on the bed, withdraw my finger, and apply an abundant amount around and into her hole as it gapes slightly open. I insert my finger again, and it slides inside so much easier now.
I work that hole open until three fingers are buried in her ass, and the sight of it makes me want to come. A light sheen of sweat covers Quinn’s back.
“You’re doing so good, taking three of my fingers.”
“Charlie,” she moans.
“What, baby? What do you need?” I can’t see much of her face, but she sounds blissed out.
“More,” she whimpers.
“More fingers?”
“No, more of you. I need your cock. I’m ready for it.”
I gently remove my fingers, kiss her puckered entrance one last time, and then sit back on my haunches.
“Roll over and my cock is yours.”
MY WORLD IS REDUCED to the feel of Charlie, his tongue and his fingers. He has taken his time to prep me, giving me an orgasm and stretching me open. That first finger felt enormous, but I got used to it after a while.
Now I need his cock.
I roll over, not arguing at his command. We position the pillow under my hips and I pull my knees back, giving him better access. He strokes his cock while he admires the view, and I notice he is so hard it must be painful. The tip is purple and I swear I see it jump in his hand. He pours a generous amount of lube then strokes it again for good measure. As he moves up the bed to kneel in between my legs, I admire this man in front of me. He’s beyond gorgeous.
