Into the Woods (Lust in the Woods Book 2)

by Alexa Sinclaire

  “That’s right. I made you like that. I worked you up hard enough that you came in my mouth, hips pumping up, so desperate to come.”

  “Yes, God, yes.” She pushed a finger inside her and pulled it out, using her own juices to slowly rub her clit. I was close, so close, but I wanted more. Leaning over, I rested one hand next to her shoulder and pressed my tip against her clit.

  “You’re going to let me do it again. Aren’t you, baby? And now you’re going to let me mark you now.” She didn’t answer, her gaze glued to where our bodies were touching. “Answer me, Charlie.”

  “Mark me, Ford. I want to feel you on me.” Her fingers splayed across her lower stomach, slightly apart. I spurted onto her clit, her lower stomach, her fingers covered in my seed. The sound of her gasping as I came was the cherry on top of an already killer orgasm.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Charlie

  God, I’m such a slut.

  Yet despite that horrible thought running through my head, I didn’t care. I was still coming down from the glorious weird high I got from seeing Ford jack off on me. It wasn’t the first time I’d had a guy come on me, but it was the first time I’d watched a man masturbate and get off on the fact he’d just gotten me off. I mean, there was something insanely sexy about it. And his voice? Since when did dirty talk sound so authentic? The guy could probably read a porn script to me and I would find it real.

  Ford kissed me on the lips softly and sat back on his knees.

  “You like that?” he asked, his fingers hovering over my stomach and cum-covered fingers.

  “You think I didn’t?” I furrowed my brow. Why was he doubting himself?

  “It’s just a bit…”

  “Filthy,” I stated firmly, wanting to make it clear what he’d done was absolutely filthy and more importantly, fantastic. “Filthy and debouched and fantastic and you have to promise to do it again and next time I’ll have my tits out so make sure to aim a bit higher.”

  “Charlie, Jesus.” He ran his hands through his hair, Leaning over I grabbed a napkin from the picnic and cleaned myself up. I slipped my shorts and panties back on and climbed into Ford’s lap, straddling his thighs.

  “You lead, Ford, I said it and I meant it. I loved what we just did. The dirty talk … the stuff before, all of it.” I don’t know how I could be shy suddenly about what we’d done, but I was. His glasses were lopsided and I gently straightened them, waiting for him to pull it together, hoping he hadn’t noticed my blushing.

  He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and gave me a kiss. But what a kiss. The sexual tension had mildly dissipated and what was left was something rich and smooth and my heart soared as his tongue explored my mouth, so gently but with a hint of force. His arms tightened around me and I felt safe, even cherished. This wasn’t what he was offering me and I had to remember that. I couldn’t afford to fall for Ford any more than I already was. In twenty-four hours this whole thing would be over and I’d be where I always ended up—alone and rejected.

  He pulled away, kissed my forehead and cheek and helped me up.

  “Let’s get back and cleaned up.”

  The hike home was comfortably silent and while I expected him to turn our shower together into something hot, he kept his hands to himself despite being the one who suggested we shower together. The rest of the day remained pretty PG. He held my hand as we sat together outside on the deck and listened to music. In the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder as I sliced vegetables for a salad.

  It was only when we were getting ready for bed that things changed. Sitting on my knees in the middle of the bed, I watched as he undressed and slipped into bed naked. I was already wearing a small blue nightgown and had removed all my makeup. That was pretty major for me but considering is little speech this morning, I knew he’d prefer me without it on. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Was I doing it to please him? In which case, it was just as bad as wearing the damn stuff. Or was I doing it because I felt I could just be myself? Either way, I sure as hell hoped he appreciated the effort I was making to go outside my comfort zone.

  One of the things I’d loved so far about our time together is the fact he didn’t feel the need to fill the silences. And for once I didn’t have an overwhelming urge to keep the conversation going, in order to prove a connection, or demonstrate how fun I could be. There was something about Ford that just allowed me to be me.

  “Come here,” he ordered. I nibbled my lip, wanting to snap a sharp retort at him, wanting to exercise my free will. But what I wanted more was to obey him. I crawled onto his lap. “It’s been driving you crazy, hasn’t it?”

  I squinted at him. How the hell was he so perceptible?

  “Yes, yes it has.” I didn’t need to confirm what he was talking about. We both knew, especially now we were practically naked together.

  “Sometimes anticipation is almost as good as the real thing.”

  “I guess I thought with the tight schedule, you’d be…”

  “What? Maximizing our time together?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. There wasn’t any clear way to describe what our time together was. For me, it was becoming something more but it was ridiculous to assume he felt the same and I wasn’t ready to put myself out there.

  “Ever think maybe I wanted to spend time with you? I told you I wanted a weekend with my girlfriend. Hanging out, cooking together, hiking. A real relationship.”

  My eyes widened at his words. “Do you mean…”

  “Shh, Charlie. We’re done talking.” I didn’t agree and I started to protest but he flipped me onto my back and his mouth was pressed against mine before I had a chance to get a word out. Oh God, why did I melt whenever he touched me? He removed my nightgown and thong, taking every shift in position to kiss a new part of my body he encountered. Who would have thought my ankles were such erogenous zones?

  He drove me crazy with his mouth and by the time he returned to my face, kissing my cheeks. I was a wet mess and I needed him inside me five minutes ago.

  “Ford, please, I’m ready.”

  “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.” He chuckled, slowly pushing two fingers into my wet folds, dragging them back out. “Roll over, baby.”

  I rolled over onto my stomach, parting my legs as he shifted into position behind me. This would be a first for us and I thought back to our first night together where I told him it didn’t matter what happened in the past because our time together would be our first. Tonight felt truer than ever. In my vulnerable position, I peered over my shoulder, eyeing him up as he stared between my legs while sliding on a condom. For a second, I almost suggested we ditch the condoms. The thought of Ford bare inside me, something I’d only done with one other man, made me shiver. I was on the pill and got tested regularly, then I remembered this wasn’t real. Just over twenty-four hours and I’d be gone. And considering my past, I doubt Ford would even believe I was clean.

  “You’re so damn gorgeous, Charlie.” I closed my eyes as he swiped his cock through my folds, spreading my arousal around. I tilted my hips as he started to push in, pulling out every inch or so before pushing in even more. And I felt every part of him. Groaning in frustration, I spread my legs further apart. Wet kisses trailed up my back until his chest was flush against my back.

  Finally he was fully seated, so deep I could feel his sack pressing against me. His rhythm was languid. Finding my hands, he intertwined his fingers in them on either side of my shoulder. Pressed down on the bed, the weight of him keeping me in place, it suddenly clicked into place how desperately I enjoyed him taking control, taking the lead, taking me.

  “I want you to come like this, Charlie.” His face was pressed against my neck, his breath hot and humid against my skin.

  “Oh God, I don’t know if I can.” His thrusts deepened, becoming firmer as he rocked into me.

  “Yes you can, baby. I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you strangle it.
Can you feel me, Charlie?” He shifted slightly, getting leverage from his knees pressed against the mattress, and jerked into me at a different angle. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, I feel you.”

  “That’s all for you. All day I’ve thought about this. I didn’t get a chance this morning, I was too busy covering you in cum, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t think about it.” He grunted and I felt a drip of sweat drop onto my shoulder. We were both sweating.

  “Please, Ford.”

  “You want it harder?”

  “I don’t know. Just … yes, like that.” My back arched as he found a place inside me I didn’t even know existed.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot Charlie. Take me harder, baby. I know you can.” I could barely understand the words he was saying as my orgasm hit me. I threw my head back against his shoulder. He panted against my neck, thrusting a few more times until I felt him stiffen and still. Rolling us to the side, he pulled out and I heard the unceremonious sound of a condom being dropped to the floor. My eyes drifted shut as he wrapped himself around me, intertwining our legs. It seemed so natural and I wondered how he knew how to hold me since he presumably had never slept in the same bed as a woman. The thought drifted away as sleep took over.

  I heard him whisper in my ear, before I faded away. “You’re so much more than I expected, baby, so much more.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ford

  There wasn’t enough time. Sunday had flown by, first waking up to Charlie bringing me breakfast in bed, and not just any breakfast but a batch of her fantastic cardamom pancakes that practically melted in my mouth. I knew Charlie was a good baker but I didn’t realize how good until this weekend. Seeing her whip up something mouthwatering after just looking in my cupboard for a few minutes was pretty impressive.

  We’d stayed in pajamas most of the day, only getting dressed to make a late lunch before crashing on the couch and watching movies. A storm had drifted in during the late afternoon and the rain pounded against the house. Instead of making the atmosphere glum, it did the opposite. We snuggled up together on the couch, taking advantage of the fact we didn’t have any interruptions or obligations. Waking up from our impromptu nap, I’d quickly shed her of her sleep shorts and slipped in between her legs, giving me the true meaning of afternoon delight. Hearing her call out my name against the sound of rain hitting the windows was almost perfection.

  But now it was late. Too late and despite the amazing sex and Charlie’s willingness to open up to me, I wasn’t confident she wasn’t still planning on leaving. On running from me. After all, we hadn’t discussed it. At all. It was almost as if she was avoiding talking about it.

  My frustration morphed to irritation. I watched her slide a homemade pizza into the oven, and I felt my control of our situation slipping out of my hands. The check sat in an envelope, wedged into the fruit bowl. I’d written it out before I took her on our date on Friday and handed it to her as soon as we’d arrived at my house. She’d placed it in the fruit bowl and we’d both ignored it all weekend. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I picked it up and slid it to far side of the kitchen island so she’d see it when she turned around after finishing cleaning up after herself. Even that irritated me.

  “I have a housekeeper, she can do all that tomorrow,” I snapped.

  “A housekeeper? Wow, not just a regular cleaning lady for you,” she quipped back over her shoulder as she continued to scrub down the counter. “I made this mess and I’ll clean it up. That’s what I would do in any other circumstance. If I were your girlfriend, I wouldn’t expect your cleaner to do this. So I’m doing it.”

  “Is that what breakfast in bed was about? Is that the sort of thing you do as my girlfriend?” I couldn’t hide my derisive tone and I didn’t want to.

  If she was my girlfriend?

  What the hell was that supposed to mean?

  Carefully putting the sponge down, she turned to face me, eyeing the envelope in front of her.

  “What’s up, Ford?”

  “Hmm, not much. Just wondering what else you do as a doting girlfriend? I mean, what did I miss this weekend?”

  “Well, to be honest, I’ve never really been in a formal girlfriend-boyfriend kind of situation.”

  “Right. Of course. Never been on a real date, never had a real boyfriend. Got to say, it’s pretty odd to hear, especially coming from a girl like you.”

  “A girl like me?”

  “Yeah, you’re gorgeous and you know it. You know the guys who are interested in you are actually interested. I mean, do you have any idea how messed up it is to never really know why a woman is interested in you? Every time I asked a woman out, I had to wonder if she knew who my parents were, knew how much I was worth. Hell the two other times I had sex, I was so damn paranoid about getting trapped impregnating someone, I insisted on using the condoms I’d bought myself. I didn’t even trust these women enough to use their condoms.”

  “I don’t know what that’s like, Ford. You’re right. I’ve always known why a guy was with me. I denied it for a long time but it was always there in the back of my mind.” She tapped the check slowly against the counter. “You know what I told you about prom, how magical the whole thing was?”

  “Yeah, fairy lights, corsage, limo—the whole thing. What about it?”

  “It didn’t actually happen, obviously, but you know that. Because girls like me don’t go to prom. We wore tight knock-off cheap dresses and took the bus into town, because even though we weren’t invited, we still got told where to show up for the after-party because we were fun. Fun girls. Easy girls. Slutty girls. Whatever you want to call us. I showed up, looking my best, which was a far cry from the other girls there, the ones who’d gotten the dress of their dreams, spent hours at a salon getting their hair and makeup done, had their moms take photos of them having corsages pinned on by their hunky dates. Instead, I downed tequila chasers and ended up in the back of a limo with a guy who told me my ass looked hot in my dress. The only photo that got taken of me that night, was by the dumbass who I agreed to give a blowjob to. Which of course was taken, unbeknownst to me, mid blowjob. I washed my face in a McDonald’s bathroom and hitched a ride home. That was my prom experience. And since then, not a lot has changed. I know better than to let a guy pull out his phone when my tits are out, sure, but I know that most of the time, unless I put out, they’ve got no real interest in me.”

  My jaw clenched at the thought of anyone taking a photo of her like that and I knew it was an inconsequential detail in the story she was telling me. Just another part of the anecdote that drove her point home.

  But I didn’t buy it. She had a choice with those men. All the men she dated, although from what she told me, she didn’t get taken on any real dates, but she still had a choice whether or not to spend time with them, to share her body with them. So my point was valid. And I wasn’t backing down.

  “Choice, Charlie. We all make choices. And you set up your life with your little rules and you made those choices.”

  “That’s right. We do. And my choices are totally my own. I’ve never tried to push that responsibility on anyone else. Can you say the same?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means you’re no better. Yeah, my rules weren’t the right ones but at least I was trying to figure stuff out. You just hide behind your parents but pretend everything you do is a rejection of the life they wanted for you. You’ve only been with three women. Three. And don’t say it’s because you didn’t want women going after you for your money, because that’s life, Ford. People go for what they think they need, what they want. Instead, you just tarnish all women with the same brush and then hide behind your trust fund. I mean, can you see yourself right now?”

  Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and headed for the stairs.

  “I know we’re supposed to share a bed like a real couple, but just a like a real couple who just managed to piss each other off, you’re on the couch
tonight.”

  Fuck.

  Looking down, I realized I’d been holding the envelope in my hand the whole time. Literally holding the money between us, a little bomb just waiting to go off.

  Despite the money I’d blown on my couch, it was still uncomfortable to sleep on. That or my conscience wouldn’t leave me alone. Around four in the morning, I finally drifted off. Charlie was right, I don’t know how she’d figured me out so quickly, but she was right. So ready to think I’d didn’t have a chance with Charlie, I decided to push her into the same category as Marilyn and all the rest of them. And when she wouldn’t go willingly, I wrote a check, practically forcing her to become the gold-digger I expected her to be. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out but it had still eluded me for most of my adult life. One weekend with me, and Charlie had torn off enough strips to make me see how unwilling I was to let her in. This whole time I’d been so concerned with breaking down her walls, I never even considered she might want to get behind mine, or would even be able to.

  The morning sun woke me up. Sitting up, it only took a second for me to realize the house was too quite. Vaulting over the couch, I looked for evidence she’d been downstairs. All I saw was the second envelope sitting next to the one with her check on the kitchen countertop. But this one had my name on it instead of hers. I knew what it would say even before I opened it. Just to punish myself, I took it out onto the deck she enjoyed so much and sat down to read it.

  I’m not taking the money. Obviously. I never was going to after you kissed me on Friday night. Despite some things that were said, we made some beautiful memories this weekend, memories I will always cherish. I hope someday you find a woman you can trust, a woman who sees all the amazing things you have to offer her, and I don’t mean what’s in your bank account. We come from different worlds, too far apart to explain, but maybe we’ll get a chance to be happy in our own way. I hope all your dreams come true, Ford. Good luck with your life. Xx Charlie