by Remy Blake
Much to my surprise, the night continues smoothly, and before we know it, the restaurant is emptying out. Close to midnight, we decide to call it a night. With his hand on the small of my back, We walk out of the restaurant and toward my car. Taking the keys from valet service and holding them hostage, he leans on my car.
“Before I let you go, you have to promise me something,” he states.
Enjoying the banter, I respond with a hint of sass, “Well what do you want? My schedule is pretty busy, you know?” Little does he know, the perfect view I have of him right now could coerce me into doing anything he wanted.
He stalks over to me and drops the keys into my hand, “promise me you’ll send me a message when you get home.” Lifting his hands, he holds my face and looks into my eyes, “I had an amazing time tonight. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Again?”
“Yes, Charlie. There’s so much I want to do with you; again, and again and again.”
He kisses me on the corner of my mouth and starts walking backwards. “Don’t forget to message when you get home, pretty lady. Let me know you got there safely.”
I watch him until he turns back around, and blends into the cars. Being with Lucas tonight required little to no effort at all. It was easy and comfortable. Mix that with the way I feel when he’s touching me and I know there’s no point in trying to talk myself out of whatever this is. I’m not ready to give this thing with him up. Not today. Not tomorrow. Who knows maybe not after that either.
12
Lucas
I whistle an unrecognizable tune as I walk to my parked car and it hits me how euphoric being in Charlie’s company makes me feel. I’m not someone who wears a smile all the time, or laughs easily. My upbringing has caused me to be more reserved. But when I’m around her I feel so much lighter.
The drive back to my house is filled with images of Charlie. I can’t stop thinking about her. Her blue eyes that can flash fire when she’s angry, desire when she’s turned on or compassion when she knows I’m upset. She’s gorgeous and my dick is constantly hard around her, but I’m beginning to see that she means something to me; she’s special. The feelings I have for her are only growing stronger. I can only hope it’s the same for her. Maybe the age difference will be too much for her to deal with or maybe the fact that she was married to my dad will prove to be an obstacle neither of us can overcome. I have ten days until I return to school and I plan to spend as much time with her as possible.
I maneuver the Range Rover my dad bought for me into the large garage. It was a gift when I first got my license. He said he wanted me to be safe in case I got in an accident. It’s one of the few outward gestures he made that showed me he cared.
I key in the alarm code and enter the house. This place has never felt like a home to me. My mother is gone more than she’s around and I’m away at school for most of the year. My dorm room is my home, at least it has been for the past four years and will be for eight more weeks. Once I graduate, I’ll be coming back here until I go off to Yale.
I head up the stairs to my room, stripping my tie off as I go. My shirt is removed by the time I enter my bedroom and I begin to undo my pants. They fall to the floor in a heap. I step out of them, too preoccupied with thoughts of Charlie, to bother picking them up.
I can’t stop thinking about what she tasted like and how her pussy felt against my tongue. I’ve gone down on a girl before, but with Charlie it was so much better. It’s just one more way she’s special to me.
I brush my teeth, turn the lights out and climb into my king size bed. Laying back with my arms folded behind my head, I stare up at the white ceiling. I don’t know where this thing with Charlie and I is going, but I’m glad she’s a part of my life. People always say something good can come from a tragedy and I never believed it before. Now, I know better. If my father hadn’t passed away, then I’d have never met Charlie. I’d do just about anything to have my dad back, to have more time to spend with him, to pick his brain and work in our family business together. He was supposed to teach me everything he knew and I was going to make him proud by continuing to make the Rockwell empire grow. I’m glad that she’s the one positive thing that came out of his passing.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand. I smile as I pick it up, noticing Charlie’s name on it.
Charlie: I’m home and tucked into my bed already.
I’m glad she listened to me and let me know she’s safe.
Me: I’m in bed too. Too bad we’re not in the same bed.
Charlie: I know. That was poor planning on our part.
Me: What are you wearing?
Charlie: Not a thing. I sleep naked.
Fuck. My cock is instantly hard, picturing her perfect body spread out on my bed. The same way it was when I buried my tongue inside her.
Me: Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?
Charlie: I’m just being honest.
Me: I’m so hard right now. I wish you were here to help me out.
Charlie: Who’s trying to kill whom?
Me: I’m just being honest.
Charlie: Thinking about your hard cock is making me wet.
I groan as I read it and immediately dial her number.
“Hello,” her voice is husky in my ear.
“Charlie,” I rasp, “I want you to make yourself come while I listen.” I push my boxers down and slowly stroke my hand up and down my cock. She doesn’t say anything.
“Charlie,” I repeat her name. “Touch your pussy for me.”
She lets out a sexy little moan and my hand begins to move up and down faster. Sharp breaths leave me as I picture her. “Are you rubbing your clit? Or are you fucking your tight little pussy with your fingers?”
“My clit,” she whispers. I squeeze my eyes shut as I picture her finger slowly circling. I think about how sweet she was on my tongue, how swollen her clit was as I sucked it between my lips. I groan loudly as my come releases in spurts along my stomach. Fuck.
She moans into the phone and I picture her legs shaking as she releases.
“The next time you come will be with me, Charlie,” I warn her.
I sleep in the next morning until the sun peeks through a crack in my curtains and beams directly on my face. I pull one of the extra pillows over and bury my head underneath. I want to lie here and think about my new favorite person. Charlie. There isn’t anything I don’t like about her. As far as I can tell, she’s perfect.
How will we handle what’s happening between us with me going back to school for the next couple of months? Once the summer is over, I’m going off to Yale University. I’ll still be nearby so we can see each other all the time, but I wonder how we’ll manage to make this work between us. It won’t be easy, but no matter what, I know that she’s worth it - we’re worth it.
13
Charlotte
My cell has been glued to my hand for hours. From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, Lucas and I have been texting. When he asked me to send him a message last night, I knew exactly where the conversation would end up. Throwing my reservations out the window, I let the success of the evening fuel me. The phone up near my ear on loud speaker, his heavy breathing echoing throughout my bedroom; being near him all night had me wet and ready. Going home separately did nothing to ease the sexual tension. If anything, it highlighted the fact that I want him, his body and his dick in my bed as often as possible.
“Earth to Charlotte. Do I have to confiscate your phone from you?” Ryan tries to sound offended, but his smirk says otherwise.
“I’m sorry. I’ll put it down. Actually, I’ll switch it off,” I tell him. Fighting the ridiculous obsession I have with talking to Lucas, I turn my phone off and bury it in my clutch. It’s been less than twenty-four hours since dinner, and we have covered so many topics. With every text, I realize this is more than just physical. The most surprising thing, is that he makes me forget everything else. With Lucas, there’s no Geoffrey, no cheating, no Rockwell E
mpire. Just Charlie and Lucas.
Lunch goes fast, as usual. I give Ryan the tiniest amount of details regarding Lucas and I. After his initial shock that Geoffrey had a son I didn’t know about, I couldn’t tell him that he was the guy that had me smiling like a teenager. Or that he was one himself.
A mixture of avoiding judgement and just wanting to stay in this bubble we’ve created, I decide that I’ll tell Ryan later. For now, he can continue to be happy that right now I’m happy. Making plans for when we will see one another next, Ryan watches me pull my cell out of the bottom of my clutch, and turn it on. I smile at my screen in anticipation.
“Honestly, your excitement right now has me throwing up in my mouth just a little,” he jokes.
“What?” I respond innocently, “I’m waiting on an important message.”
He chuckles, “Is that what you’re doing? I thought you were just sexting.”
“Ryan,” I shout as I playfully slap his shoulder. I wait to see if any messages come through. The consecutive beeps show three new messages from Lucas. I bite my bottom lip in excitement. I hear Ryan chuckling beside me.
“Get that important message, baby girl?”
I can’t stop the smile from spreading on my face, “Stop making fun of me, okay?”
We both stand up and hug each other. “You know I’m only joking. I love seeing you like this. It’s different.” Ryan’s serious declaration reminds me it has been a while since I haven’t felt trapped by all the secrets surrounding my life. Saying our final goodbyes, I walk to my car and quickly type out a message to Lucas, apologizing for not getting back to him sooner.
Me: Sorry, was out for lunch with a friend.
Lucas: Are you free now?
Me: Yes, I’ll be home in fifteen minutes. Is everything okay?
Lucas: I’m coming over.
Pulling up to the house I notice Lucas’ car is parked in the driveway and he’s sitting on the front steps waiting. Parking the car, I step outside and make my way to Lucas. With his head held down, Lucas runs his hands through is hair. As my shoe lands on the first step, he looks up and lets his eyes roam over me from head to toe. I keep walking up the stairs, eager to get inside. His eyes focus on my legs as they lift for each step. When I make it to the same step he sits on, I watch him watching me, and wait for his gaze to reach mine.
Finally, he looks at me, his eyes telling me everything I need to know.
“You want to come inside?” I ask him.
Without a word, he rises, taking my hand and following me to the door. I lose my focus with him behind me and can’t get the key into the lock. Lucas takes the keys off me and manages to open the door in no time. He hands them back to me and walks me inside. Both hands on my waist, he uses his foot to kick the door closed. The click of the lock bounces off the walls of the large entryway. We’re alone and back in our bubble.
Lucas pulls me back toward him, I instantly feel how hard he is. He kisses me just behind my ear, “We need a bed Charlie.”
I step out of his hold. With Lucas close behind me, we start walking toward my bedroom. For a split-second I worry that he must think his father slept in here with me. Hopefully, the setup of my room shows him that nobody sleeps in there but me.
The minute we make it to through the door he grabs my hips and spins me around. In sync, I link my arms around his neck as he squeezes my ass and lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist and my lips desperately seek his. Walking toward the bed, our tongues caress; each lick a direct line to my core. I need to feel his body on mine before I start to shamelessly grind on him.
Landing on my back on the bed, he stands up straight and takes off all his clothes. His hands make their way to his cock, and he wastes no time stroking his impressive length. The way his eyes focus on me, his stare sets my skin on fire. “Lift your skirt up, baby. Let me see what’s underneath.” I hold onto the bottom of my skirt and lift it till it’s sitting in the middle of my torso. The wet spot on my black thong, giving away how much he turns me on.
“Look how wet you are,” he says with amazement. The up and down movement of his hand speeding up gradually. “Take off your panties.”
I do as he says, in anticipation for what comes next. He stands in front of me and I notice precum starting to leak from the tip.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
My hands can’t make their way down to my pussy fast enough; I’m desperate for relief. Touching my clit, I spread my wetness around in circles. The look on Lucas’ face is intoxicating, spurring me on to push him over the edge. I lift my finger to my mouth and let my tongue swirl around the tip, tasting myself.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he says with a rasp. “Your cunt. Your tongue. You’re a fucking wet dream.”
14
Lucas
Goddamn, I haven’t even got my cock inside her yet and I’m already on fucking edge. I fall to my knees on the floor, grip her ankles and tug her ass to the edge of the bed. I need to get my mouth on her again. She can’t possibly taste as delicious as I remember.
Charlie rests her legs over my shoulders and my hands cup her ass cheeks, lifting her to my mouth. The first long lick of her slit has me moaning. I dip my tongue inside and savor her sweet flavor. The taste is even better than I remember.
I’m barely holding on; my dick is harder than it’s ever been. Being with her like this makes me lose control and mine is fading fast. I resolve to hang on until I can bury myself balls deep in her.
My lips skate along her slit, drawing her engorged clit between them. I suck it into my mouth and circle my tongue.
“Oh Lucas,” she moans, making me suck and lick harder. Her hips rock against my mouth in time with my tongue and it’s only a few more seconds before I bury it inside her and watch as tremors rock through her as she releases. I take in the way she trembles, the graceful arch of her neck and her full breasts as I lick the come from her pussy.
I wipe my face on the sheets and stand up. She moves back on the bed, tearing her shirt off as I climb between her legs.
“I’m on birth control,” she says breathlessly, unhooking her bra, “and I’m safe.”
When she parts the lace and I see her tits for the first time, I groan. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.” I slide my length back and forth between her lips, teasing her. “I’ve never done this before. Your pussy is the first one my cock will be inside.” She smiles. “Do you like knowing your cunt is the first one I’ll come inside of?”
“Yes,” she moans. I lean forward, kissing her sweet mouth, while my hips rock the head of my dick against her clit. I slide back to press against her entrance and kiss under her ear. “Are you ready for me, Charlie?” I don’t give her a chance to answer; I can’t wait any longer. I thrust all the way inside her tight, wet, heat. Oh fuck. I never expected it to feel like this. Her pussy is squeezing my dick and it’s the most amazing sensation I’ve ever experienced. Being with her like this is going to ruin me. She’s already ruined me for other women. How can you do better than perfection?
“Yes,” Charlie moans, her voice husky with passion. I draw back and push forward again, both of us groan from the perfect way we fit together. My hips pick up speed as the need to come kicks in. I slam into her over and over, taking what I need from her.
“Yes, harder,” she moans. Fuck. I grip her shoulders and pull her down on my cock as I relentlessly pound her pussy. It’s only a few more strokes until I bury my face in her neck and come with her name on my lips. We stay locked together, both of us realizing we’re forever changed from what just happened.
I reach down to where we’re still connected and cup her pussy. “This is mine, Charlie. Don’t fucking forget it.”
A soft body stirring in front of me has me waking. My lids slowly raise and I have to blink a few times before I realize where I am. I’m at Charlie’s and she’s wrapped in my arms, still fast asleep. I close my eyes and bury my face in her hair, inhaling her clean scent.
Being with her feels so right. She fits in my arms so perfectly. I wish I could stay here with her forever, but I know that’s impossible. I have to go back to school in another week and if that’s not enough of an obstacle to overcome, there’s also the matter of her being my stepmother. Fuck. I want this to work out between us more than anything, but we have so much stacked against us. The odds are certainly not in our favor.
I slip out of bed, grab my jeans and slip them up over my hips. I fasten them as I walk to the kitchen. The hardwood floors are cool against my bare feet, but the tile of the kitchen feels icy cold in comparison. I pull open the door to her fridge and poke around, looking for something I can heat up for us. I find the ingredients to make grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon and tomato. It’s not exactly a gourmet dinner, but it’s better than nothing.
I’m standing at the stove preparing them when Charlie comes up behind me and slides her arms around me. “I thought you had left,” she tells me, before burying her face in the middle of my back. I take her hand and pull her around to stand beside me. I glance down at her. “I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Why would you think that?”
She looks down, studying her red toenails. “I thought maybe you got what you wanted and didn’t need to be here any longer.” What?
I reach forward, removing the pan from the stove and shut off the burner. Turning to face her I cup her cheeks in my hands. “Charlie, I’m crazy about you. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t have plans to let you go.” I rub my thumbs over her cheeks in soft caresses. “We have a lot to overcome, but I believe in us. We can find a way to make this all work.”
