by Remy Blake
“Mr. Lenton, I’ve had some time to go over the papers,” I pause for dramatic effect, “I would like you to give everything to Lucas.” Nothing but silence.
“Mr. Lenton? Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Rockwell I did, but are you sure? I know Geoffrey wanted to make sure you were properly compensated.” There’s nothing that Mr. Lenton doesn’t know. That includes the affair.
“Stan,” I say impatiently, “cut the crap okay. We both know why he left all that stuff to me, and I don’t want it. I want to be done of all the lies and bullshit. That money means more to Lucas than it ever will to me anyway.”
“Charlotte,” he says sternly, “you would be an idiot to pass up this amount of money. I will give you till next week. Sleep on it for a few days and then see if you and Lucas can meet in the middle somehow.”
I end the call, not in the mood for a round of verbal ping pong.
I move forward and stick my head in between the driver and passenger's seat. “John, do you know where Lucas Rockwell lives?”
He looks at me with confusion, but the fact that I pay his wage means he feels compelled to answer me.
“Yes, Mrs Rockwell I do. I picked him up from there the day of the funeral.”
“Can you take me there, please?” I return to my seat, not waiting for John’s answer. If I know him well enough, I’ll be at Lucas’ house in no time.
I’ve been sitting outside his house for fifteen minutes, If I don’t knock on the door now, Geoffrey, Lucas and their money will never be behind me. It’s now or never.
I press the intercom on my left and hear the loud ring echo throughout his house. The door swings open.
“Murph, what gives? You never…” Lucas’ voice trails off when he notices it’s not whoever he was expecting.
“Charlotte. What are you doing here?”
My mouth gets dry at the sight of him, and the words are lodged in the back of my throat.
“I asked John if he knew where you lived. I wanted to talk to you about today,” I finally manage to tell him.
He leans against the door frame, looking at me expectantly. He’s changed his clothes since I’ve seen him last. In a white fitted Henley shirt and black lounge pants that hang loosely, my eyes do nothing but roam over every part of his body. His sinewy arms and sculpted torso are enough to have my mouth watering.
“Charlotte,” he says. The tone of his voice, catches me off guard and brings me back to the present. He smiles at me knowingly. Shit, please don’t smile at me like that.
What the fuck was I thinking. Being alone with him is a disaster waiting to happen.
Keeping my head down, I use all my willpower to avoid looking at him. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have come,” I say hurriedly. “I wanted to talk to you about the will, but it’s nothing that can’t wait till next week.”
Turning around, I get ready to run down the stairs, but a firm grip takes hold of my wrist. Looking at Lucas’ hand and then up at Lucas, I see the desire in his eyes.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Let’s not give the whole street a show, okay?”
My breathing quickens, and all I can do is nod and follow him back inside.
The door closes, shutting out the rest of the world. With his hands on either side of my head, and his mouth placing soft kisses behind my ear, there’s nowhere in the world I would rather be right now.
“Charlie,” he repeats in between kisses. One of his hands makes it’s way down my body with purpose. Passing my breast and finding the button on my jeans, he undoes it with ease and dips his hand into my panties. Two of his fingers skillfully find my clit. He rubs it slowly, and I moan. There’s no way he doesn’t know how much I want him now. He pulls his hand out and I can see my wetness coating his fingers.
“I need to taste you.”
10
Lucas
I slip my fingers into my mouth. My eyes close as I suck them clean of her juices. Fuck. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. I’ve tasted pussy before, but it’s never been this good. Charlotte’s is the best, and now that I know how delicious she is the need to bury my tongue inside her is overwhelming.
My eyes snap open as Charlie traces the outline of my hard cock through my pants. Her fingers climb up to my waistband, and when they’re about to dip inside I catch her hand. “I’m not done with you yet, Charlie.” I lead her up the main staircase and down the long hallway to my bedroom. If we’re going to do this, it’s going to be in my bed. I’ve been fantasizing about having her here, naked on my dark sheets, looking up at me with her passion filled blue eyes.
Gripping the bottom of her top, I raise the material until it slips over her head. The sight of her full tits in her black lace bra has me momentarily paralyzed. I want to slide my cock between them, back and forth until I come all over her. Damn. First things first, though. I need to taste her delectable pussy some more.
“Take your bra off,” I order as I tug her jeans down her long legs. She kicks them off, along with her shoes, while she removes her bra. When the lacey garment falls away, leaving her naked to my gaze, my breath halts in awe. I can’t believe how beautiful she is. My hands raise and I softly cup both of her breasts. I moan as her taut nipples press against my palms. I want to lick every inch of her body and slowly savor her, but if I don’t get my tongue inside her I might lose it. I scoop her up in my arms and lay her down on the bed. I tear my shirt off and push my lounge pants down over my lean hips. They fall silently to the floor. I climb on the bed between her legs and push her knees to her chest, leaving her shiny, pink pussy completely exposed to my hungry eyes. I tease her, moving lower until my mouth hovers close, my breath fanning over her slick slit.
Her hips raise up. “Please, Lucas,” she begs. I lock eyes with her as my tongue delves between her soft lips for the first time. Her mouth opens in a silent moan and her eyes squeeze shut. I dip my tongue inside again, running along her slit, moving up to circle her clit. The delicious flavor of her juices flood my mouth, urging me on. “You taste incredible,” I groan between swipes of my tongue.
Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, holding my head in place. When my lips close around her clit, I suck it into my mouth. She tugs on my hair and moans. I suck harder, slipping two fingers inside her. Lifting her hips she rocks her wet cunt into my face and rides my fingers eager for her orgasm. I place my hand on her lower stomach, stilling her movements. I want to be the one to make her come. She doesn’t need to fucking help me. It only takes a few more passes over her clit with my tongue and she’s screaming out my name.
“Lucas.”
Watching her come is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and knowing I was the one who made her body quake and quiver is an amazing feeling.
She sits up, climbing to her knees in front of me. The hard tips of her nipples press against my chest as her arms move up to circle my neck. Her face tips up to me in an invitation I can’t resist. I connect our lips, my tongue seeks hers out, wanting her to experience the sweet flavor of her own pussy. She moans into my mouth, her fingers climb up to tangle themselves in my hair and all I can think about is burying myself in her slick, hot pussy. I’ve fooled around with a few girls, but I know nothing will compare to sinking inside Charlie for the first time. Fuck. My dick is so hard it’s painful. I need to come soon.
Hands press on my chest, urging me down. I fall to my back and Charlie settles between my legs on her knees. I like where this is going. She leans down, long strands of her silky hair trail over my cock before her hot breath blows on me teasingly.
“Put your mouth on me,” I growl, twisting my fingers in her hair while urging her head down. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue licking along the length of my cock has my eyes squeezing shut. When she takes me in her mouth I groan. “Fuck.” When she begins to move up and down words spill out of my mouth without conscious thought. “Yes.” I grip her hair tighter. “Charlie.” Her mouth slowly slides up and down. “Don’t,” I choke out and
pause to catch my breath, “stop.”
“Hmm, I love the way you taste, Lucas,” she murmurs.
Oh fuck. I fight with my body, wanting control, wanting to hang on for as long as I can. I don’t ever want the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock to go away. I open my eyes and watch her as she sucks and hums up and down my length. Her sexy red lips wrapped around me is a sight I’ll never forget. She picks up speed, sucking harder, using her hand. I can’t hold it back any longer. The incredible sensation is too much for me to take and my orgasm hits hard. I come with a guttural groan while Charlie swallows down every drop.
I don’t even have a chance to pull her into my arms before she jumps off the bed and starts rapidly pulling her clothes on. I sit up and run my fingers through my hair. I can barely think coherently. Still hungover from the best blow job of my life. I think she sucked my brain out through my dick.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and organize my thoughts. “Charlie, where are you going?”
“I have to get home,” she replies as she pulls her pants up her sleek legs.
“We’re kind of in the middle of something here.” I scowl at her, annoyed that she’s running.
“I have an appointment. I need to go.” She runs a hand over her sex mussed hair.
I slide off the bed and pick my pants up off the floor. I remain silent as I put them on, but anger is starting to course through my veins.
“Charlie, why are you running away? There’s nothing wrong with what we just did,” I say, managing to keep my tone light despite how pissed off this is making me.
She slips her shoes on before looking at me. “Lucas, this was amazing, but it never should have happened.” She takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly. “It can never happen again.” Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “You’re my stepson.” She shakes her head. “I don’t even know how old you are.” She covers her face with both of her hands before sliding them down enough to expose her panicked eyes. “How old are you, Lucas?” she whispers.
I walk toward her, stopping when I’m in front of her. I take her hands from her face and hold them in mine. “I’m eighteen, perfectly legal for you to suck, fuck or do whatever you want with me. I’ll be nineteen in September.”
She exhales a shaky breath. “Well, at least I can’t go to jail for this.” She steps back and pulls her hands free of my hold. “This can’t happen again, Lucas.” She takes three steps backward. “I know if you think about it, you’ll realize I’m right.” She turns and races out of the room. I can hear the soles of her shoes pounding down the staircase.
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. You’re wrong, Charlie. I may be younger than you, but I’m mature enough to see that there’s no denying this attraction between us.
11
Charlotte
Pouring myself another glass of wine, I notice the red digits on the microwave. It’s only four in the afternoon and I’ve already polished off two glasses of an expensive Pinot Grigio. Feeling myself borderline on tipsy, I’m on a mission to forget about Lucas. With the events of the afternoon on replay in my mind, I realize there’s no point. I’m in complete lust with an eighteen-year-old. The reminder of his age has me groaning loudly into the empty room. I bury my head in my hands. What the fuck am I going to do? It’s obvious we’re attracted to one another, and after having his mouth on my pussy and his dick in my mouth, we’ve moved from curious to fucking complicated. The documents sitting on the breakfast bar are a stark reminder that this isn’t the last of Lucas and me. One way or another we’ll be seeing more of each other. Most importantly, I need to set him straight about the will. I don’t want to be responsible for any lingering animosity toward Geoffrey; not when it’s too late for him to rectify their relationship.
My cell vibrates next to me with one new message. I expect to see Ryan’s name on my screen; he said he would check in to see how the reading of the will went. Usually I tell him everything, but I’m not ready to tell anybody about Lucas or what happened between us. Not yet. The phone vibrates again; Ryan is persistent. Picking up the phone, I see the message is from an unknown number. Curiosity has me swiping my screen open in no time.
Unknown Number: Hey Charlie, it’s Lucas.
Unknown Number: I hope it’s okay to text you. I got your number off the paperwork from the attorney’s office.
The messages sober me up quick smart. Stunned that he’s reaching out, I’m unsure as to whether or not I should write back. I go back and forth typing and deleting. As I finally settle on what I’m going to say another message comes through.
Unknown Number: Just press send Charlie ;)
A small smile forms on my lips and butterflies flutter in the bottom of my stomach at his nickname for me. Nobody has called me Charlie in years, and hearing it from his lips today is something I could definitely get used to. His last message makes me less apprehensive about responding, I go with my gut and decide to just be me.
Me: Hey. *me pressing send:)*
Unknown Number: I just wanted to check in after what happened today.
Me: I’m okay.
Me: I’m sorry I ran out on you.
Unknown Number: Look, I’ve spent the afternoon thinking. Is there any chance you want to have dinner with me?
Dinner with Lucas doesn’t seem like a bad idea. We could discuss the will, discuss what he wants to contest. Maybe come to a mutual agreement. The sooner the better. The phone vibrates in my hand and what I now recognize as Lucas’ number flashes on my screen. Taking a deep breath, I try to remain cool and answer the phone.
“Hello.”
“Charlie,” he says into the phone. His voice deep, yet soothing. “Don’t overthink it. Just have dinner with me.”
“What makes you so sure you know what I’m thinking?” I challenge.
“Just let me take you to dinner. I didn’t really like the way you ran out of here earlier.” The mere mention of what went on between us has me squeezing my legs tight to stop the throbbing. I nervously twirl the ends of my hair and listen to him try and convince me to take him up on his offer. His voice drops a little bit lower, making it impossible to deny his request, “Come on, it’s just dinner. I really need to see you.”
“Okay. We can meet for dinner. Text me the time and place and I’ll meet you there.”
“I can get a car to pick us both up,” he suggests.
“Lucas, we don’t need to be sharing a car. We both know how well that went for us last time.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he says with a chuckle. We say our goodbyes, and I make my way to my room. A beep on my cell informs me of a message.
Unknown Number: Vitale’s at 8 pm
Me: See you then
I quickly add his number to my list of contacts and calculate how long I have till I have to be ready. Do I have time for a nap?
Two and a half hours later and I’m feeling relaxed and rested; ready to meet Lucas for dinner. A forty-five minute nap, and a much-needed soak in a hot bath, has relieved me of the anxiety and tension I felt earlier about agreeing to dinner. I may have agonized on what to wear, but after six outfit changes, I settled on a short plum dress with a high neckline and capped sleeves; satisfied that the dress doesn’t draw attention to my breasts. Paired with a loose cardigan in hand and nude ankle boots; It was comfortable and understated.
Pressing the button that opens the car garage, I decide to drive to the restaurant instead of getting dropped off by John. Taking my own car means I won’t accidentally drink too much, and potentially make any decisions I will freak out about later. Oh, and he’s too young to drink. I ignore the little voice in my head and make my way to Vitale’s.
As usual the Rockwell name means there is no wait to have my car taken by valet service and I’m ushered quickly into the restaurant, where the hostess is informed another Rockwell has arrived. He’s already here. Leading me to the back of the restaurant; the lights are dim and the noise of the patrons slips further and furth
er away. Each table sits under a soft yellow glow to enhance the intimacy. Sitting alone in the corner, I spot Lucas at the same time that he notices me. The light shows off his serious expression. His eyes bore into my skin, desire dancing across his face; setting my skin on fire. I break eye contact and put my head down for the rest of the walk to gain some composure. As I reach the table, I notice him standing, and waiting for me with the chair pulled out. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek.
“You look gorgeous,” he states. Standing back, we resume eye contact.
“Thank you.”
I take my seat and reach for the glass of water in front of me; trying to hide my smile. The waiter places the menus down in the middle of the table. We both reach for them at the same time. Our fingers graze and I try to ignore the tingling sensation it leaves on my skin. Wrapping his fingers around my hand, “I don’t want this to be awkward,” he says with a serious tone, “I just want to know more about you, okay?”
Nodding, I take my hand back and pick up the menu. “Well, food is usually a great conversation starter. Have you eaten here before?”
Going through the menu together eases the tension between us. We order, and settle into easy conversation; going back and forth with questions, determined to get to know one another better. In no time at all the waiter appears with our food. Pausing momentarily to indulge in our meals, Lucas breaks the silence and asks the first of what I assume to be a long list of awkward questions.
“So, how old are you?”
I smirk, “You don’t muck around do you?” He looks at me expectantly. “I’m twenty-eight,” I tell him.
It’s funny how in a short time, I can read his facial expressions. He has so much to say, but I know he’s not ready to hear the answers. Digging any deeper means we’ll have to talk about our respective relationships with Geoffrey, and that will undoubtedly bring up topics we’re both not ready to talk about. As we unravel more and more about one another, I know every new piece of information will be stacked against us. For now, ignorance is bliss, and for a little while longer, I think we would both love for it to stay that way.
