Five minutes later he saw Charli move through the house and into the living room. Dev supposed she was watching TV with a blunt. She hadn’t had one in a while. The last one he recalled was their shared one just after New Year’s. The memory assaulted him, reminded him of a time when they were happy. When she wasn’t mad at him and he was the only man in the world Charli saw.
“Hey, Deven, you ready to catch this flight?” Charli had several bags and Deven wondered what she packed as there were too many for a simple overnight.
“Yeah, pixie, I’m done. You wanna have a quickie before we go?”
“Deven, stop being greedy. We just did it!”
Deven laughed. She was right. He just had her in the shower, not even considering last night. He took the bags to Charli’s car, popping her trunk, and pushed the passenger seat all the way back. He liked speed and was used to small consoles, so the way his legs fit inside was as he was used to. Tight.
When Charli hopped in the car, she dug out a ChapStick and rubbed it on. Her lips looked too soft to pass up, and he leaned over, tasting her mouth with his.
“So where are we headed?” Charli chose the venue for their mini vacation and had kept the location a secret. Even going so far as to tell Stu where they were headed for his flight plans but swearing the man to secrecy. He didn’t even know what to pack to wear.
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” Her lips were canted in a mulish smile. Deven tried his hardest to get the secret location out of her, but she wasn’t budging. None of his best torture tactics had worked, and he used almost every sexual trick he knew. Feather tickling, pussy eating, hot wax, and the list went on and on. But every time he tried, she found a way to persevere. The CIA needed to recruit her.
Charli drove at a leisurely pace and had them at the small strip outside ILM fifteen minutes later. Charli hopped out and took her purse and one of the small bags from the trunk. Deven’s cock rose in a Pavlovian response, ready for Charli. Since he wasn’t flying, he didn’t need to do anything, but he couldn’t help checking over his Gulfstream and making sure it was flight worthy. It was, and he loaded the luggage and took a seat. Charli was in the bathroom. He saw the door was closed and the door marker was activated. He heard Stu puttering around and walked to the cockpit to see if he could get any clues to the flight plan.
But Stu was two steps ahead of him and didn’t leave any evidence.
“Hey, Stu, how’s it going?”
“All right, I reckon. You know that spitfire you’ve got will have a conniption if you ruin her surprise. I suggest you go on back and have a seat.”
“Dang, Stu, we are headed there now. May as well tell me.” Deven was determined to give it one more attempt.
“Nope, and don’t ask again. If anyone is going to do any telling, it’s going to be Charlene.” Stu looked at him and smiled. Deven knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of Stu that he didn’t want to give.
Deven went to the passenger seating area and buckled in. Charli must have heard him and walked out of the bathroom. Deven looked up at her dumbfounded. Charli was wearing . . . he didn’t know what it was, but she looked incredible in it. The outfit was a bikini but made from beads and seashells. A large shell covered each areola of her breasts and her mound, the rest of the garment just beaded straps holding everything on. Excited, Deven unbuckled the seat belt and pulled Charli on his lap.
He remembered snapping the beads holding the top together, and they scattered across the cabin floor. The seashells lay drunkenly in the path he was taking, but he nudged them away with his hands, covering one round breast with his fingers. The other nipple went into his seeking mouth lingering over the salty taste from her shell-covered skin. Charli clenched against his hands, and she let him taste her, back arched, offering him more. He took it, latching on harder, sucking half her breast in his mouth.
She pulled his cock out, and Deven fisted her bead thong in his hands and popped the straps there. The beads rolled from his lap and pooled on the seat. He took his cock and rubbed against her slit. She was already juicy slick and his cock split her sex with the ease of a knife through butter. Charli groaned, and her head rolled back, exposing her throat to him. He pounced on the exposed skin, bringing her head forward again. Deven clenched his teeth against her neck, feeling her pulse on his tongue.
He dimly heard Stu radio to buckle up, and he pulled the strap around them both, fastening it closed. The fit was tight in every way, their pussy and cock, hips trapped close by the belt. They could only grind and thrust back and forth the scant handful of inches between them. The plane taxied runway and took off. As the plane left the ground, Deven felt the pressure change in his head, both of his heads. Charli was tighter with the altitude and she went crazy.
Deven loved fucking Charli, but she had never been so wild. He thought what they usually had was great, but this? It was the difference between a candle flame and a forest fire. She milked his cock continuously, her hips never stilled in motion. Her walls melded around him, the fit so smooth he didn’t know how deep inside her he was. Even her groans sang through his cock. The pair of them was one panting, heaving organism breathing in concert. He felt everything, each cry and moan rolling through her. He owned every pleading, questing, begging movement she made seeking more cock to take inside her wet heat.
When they reached the proper altitude, he unbuckled the belt restraining him from fully taking his due. Deven used the lever to lean the bench seat back and turned over, placing himself on top. All he could remember now of the moment was clouds. He watched them roll by as he dug in the soft pussy beneath him. Charli’s orgasms carried the strength of a succubus, the waves seemed continuous and unending around his cock. Charli milked him of his seed, leaving him wishing he could have come again and feel her body accept that part of him. His orgasm added fuel to the fire, and Charli spasmed harder, begging him to stop, then not to.
“God, please, Deven!” Charli looked as if she wanted to fight him and take what she needed from him. But he nipped her mutinous thoughts in the bud with a fierce thrust that sent her into oblivion. She wailed, and the sound pealed in the close confines of the cabin. He just stared her down, eyeing her at her most vulnerable point. This was better than he imagined. No wonder Charyn fucked for damn near seven hours. It was hard not to. The elevation worked better than Viagra and kept him harder than a tire iron.
“Yeah, baby, it’s so good, such good pussy.” Dev remembered biting his lip to keep sounds too feminine for a grown man at bay. His skin was salty, even with the shower he recently took. Charli was plastered with moisture, her skin dewy, hair frizzy and tangled. The cabin resembled a sauna, heat washing over them as turbulence buffeted the small jet. Charli squeezed his cock with her gooey snatch and that was all he needed to start round two. He never did figure out where they were headed until the plane touched down. By then, he didn’t care.
Deven snapped himself out of the memory playing back through his head. Charli was his, and he knew it. No person could give so much of herself to another person and not care at all. Not love him at all. It was freezing outside, and he warmed himself with the thoughts of the feel of her. He turned the bike back in the opposite direction, headed for his lonely house and empty bed.
Chapter Thirteen:
All You Have To Do Is Say Yes
Charli was watching a porn flick, trying in vain to get off. But she was too spoiled from Deven’s skill that she couldn’t get up much enthusiasm for a solo performance. Charli heard a motorcycle and wished it were Deven. He was the reason she couldn’t come tonight. She was in dire need, and it was his fault. Deven fed her orgasms for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, on a daily basis. The few nights they hadn’t, she was either having a visit from her Aunt Flo, or he was out of town. Even at those times, he still made her come, just sans cock. But he knew her so well any part of her he touched was an erogenous zone, especially her mind.
Charli remembered the first time he left town since
they had begun dating.
“You gonna miss me, Charli?” Deven asked her as he brought his overnight bag to the foyer of her apartment.
“I’m gonna miss that big dick, that’s for sure.” Charli smiled at him.
“So that’s all huh?”
“Well... maybe your cooking, too.”
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like much to me. I guess that means that you’re not getting a souvenir when I come back.” He was headed to New York for a meeting with a real estate agent for a property his company needed to expand their offices.
Charli watched him leave and missed him as soon as the door sealed his exit. That night he called her as she lay in bed, room dark and empty, and they made the most incredible love she ever had imagined by phone. He described details so vividly she could taste his sweat on her lips when he was done with her.
“Charli I need to eat you, will you let me? Spread open your chocolate thighs and lick every inch of you, until you beg me for more. I love the way you feel around me after I’ve eaten you. Your pussy is so moist and supple… it sucks at my cock like a mouth.”
Charli couldn’t respond. Her mind wasn’t working right. She could only listen and hear.
“Such good pussy, you don’t know how good, and I can’t even describe it. There are no words that explain it. It’s like nirvana, and I can’t get enough of you. Like chocolate-dipped heaven on a stick. When I see you, I’m hard, ready to give you all the cock I own, just to feel you.”
Charli’s only words were gibberish and scattered half sentences left her lips.
“Yeah, baby...please...it’s sooo...” She lost sense of what she was saying, just that she missed him, wanted him. “Deven . . .”
“Yeah, pixie, I’m here. Nowhere to go but in you, baby. You love when we fuck, and you respond so perfectly. That’s why we do so frequently. Should have made you come with me. Could be inside you right now until we wake for breakfast. When we sleep like that I can feel you milk me while you sleep. I’ve had you come like that and bring me with you. Shit! I could come right now, and I’m not even touching myself.” Charli heard his breath, choppy and harsh. “I love the way you throw yourself into lovemaking. You take my breath away.”
Her response was a pitiful moan, as if the pleasure confused her. Charli lay on her side, curled in a ball, her womb clenching. She had come just that fast, and embarrassment at how easily he topped her made her hang up the phone. It rang immediately, and she answered, still panting.
“Hmmm.” Charli heard his satisfaction through the handset. “Scared you that bad, baby, you hung up on me? You know there’s something here. Otherwise you wouldn’t run scared from phone sex. And you left me unsatisfied. I plan on getting my due when I get home.”
“Deven, kiss my ass!” Charli wasn’t going to play head games with him.
“You know I will, Charli. It’s my pleasure to kiss and taste every inch of you.”
Charli sucked a breath in through her teeth. “Deven, you need to get your head on straight.”
“It is. Maybe you need to check yours.” But with all of their bickering, Charli yawned, and when he hung up, she went right to sleep without any problems.
The hundreds of miles separating them that night were nothing. She never even touched her clit that night, his words and her clenched thighs enough to send her over. Even now the memory made her ache, and her unfilled walls were left to spasm around empty air. Charli hurt inside, need beat at her that strongly.
Charli tossed the toy she was attempting to use to the side of the couch and cut the movie off. Fuck it. She had a half pint of ice cream in the back of the freezer. It had been there so long it probably tasted burnt, but it was better than nothing. But when she opened the fridge, the cake looked so tempting she dug out the plate and cut a large slice. She sat on the floor and mashed at the wedge with a fork. It was good, but tasted like Deven, and she didn’t know why. The same flavors were there, but she could smell him amidst everything else in the cake. Her head leaned against the fridge as she nibbled the fat slice and licked the crumbs from the plate. The taste left her warm inside as well as provided a sense of comfort, and she washed her hands and went to bed.
She couldn’t sleep. Every time her eyes closed, her mind would go on replay with vignettes of her and Deven. The few moments she did sleep were filled with dreams of him. At one sleep-deprived moment, she thought he was next to her, could feel him in her bed.
Sunday morning, Charli cleaned her house again. There wasn’t much to do inside her place, so she started the apartment’s common foyer and the patio. She power washed the concrete after scrubbing liberally with vinegar and a stiff brush. Exhausted, Charli took a moment to breathe then jumped into washing the chairs and table off. She didn’t think she had time to wash the exterior of the house today, but she could go look for decorations for the restaurant. She texted Makenzie, and her friend agreed to meet her at one to peruse for some touches for the bathrooms and the dining areas.
When Charli began running a bath, the doorbell rang. It was too early for it to be Mak for the shopping trip. But she opened the door, and there was a huge bundle of flowers and a card on the front step. The deliverer was nowhere in sight. Carrying the large floral arrangement inside, she sat down to read the attached card. As she looked the note over, Charli laughed. The card said,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Charlene, I am the man for you
Deven was definitely not a poet. But she smiled and, remembering the bath she left running unattended, ran back. Thankfully, while she was distracted, the water hadn’t run over. When she finished bathing and got ready to dress, Charli pulled out a pair of jeans, but they fit funny, so she changed into a jogging suit instead. It was white velour, fitting loose at the bottom with a small, tight jacket up top. She brushed her bob into a side part and completed her outfit with gold bamboo hoops and a gold ballet flat. She was going to do some walking and needed to be as comfortable as possible. By the time she started changing her purse, she heard Makenzie walk inside the front door.
When she came into the living room, Mak was reading the card and touching the flowers.
“Like the flowers, Charli. They are beautiful. He’s no Langston Hughes though.”
“Yeah, I had the same thought myself.”
Charli ended up splitting the large bunch of gladiolus into three smaller vases and scattered them in the living room. The bright color added something to the room that she didn’t even know was lacking. The irony wasn’t lost on her how Deven added color to her life, just as much as the flowers had.
* * * *
Deven had delivered the flowers himself on Sunday, even though he took care to make sure that Charli didn’t realize it. He wanted to see her reaction, so he took a chance by ringing the bell and running. Just like a kid would for a nasty prank. He was just across the yard, behind one of the large trees shading the porch.
Deven left before Makenzie pulled in. She would have recognized the car up the street, as she had very intimate knowledge of the Challenger. So when he was coming down the street and saw her turn in the drive, he knew he caught a lucky break.
It was now Friday and an entire week had gone by since Charli gave Deven back his keys. He hadn’t come in as many days, not even by his own hand. In his dreams either his unborn children begged him to get their mother back or his woman teased him to a fever pitch of erotic madness. Deven most nights slept poorly on his couch, and every morning afterwards took his anger out the people around him. He felt snippy and short-tempered, but he couldn’t muster the need to care about anyone else. His secretary had called off for the last three days, after he’d snapped at her Tuesday morning, and from the look of things he was going to have to grovel to get her to come back to work.
Tiara was one of the wonders of the world and his office ran terribly without her. Deven was so bad off that he ended up taking the notes for the finished Yakima merger to a meeting with the professo
rs of the in-progress school on Wednesday. That night he cornered Makenzie out of frustration and begged her to tell him the details he was lacking. He knew he was wrong for asking, but he had to know what he was facing to get Charlene back. What he learned that night made him fall in love even more with his woman even as he hurt for her. But it wasn’t until late Friday afternoon he overheard a small group of employees talking about his temper that he knew he needed to get control of the situation. They called him some unflattering names, among them dickhead and asshole, all of which were most likely deserved. He couldn’t give Charli any more patience. He left work for the day and packed up a couple of days’ clothing, it was time for an intervention.
Deven pulled in front of Charli’s house at seven p.m. on Friday night, attempting to keep his face stern, showing that he meant business, and walked to the door. He rapped on the wood frame, and the door opened slowly. She stood before him in a silken kimono robe, bright-shimmering-red matching her damp lids and nose. Charli just blinked and wide eyed, looked at him with her doe eyes. This was not going how he planned it.
“Let me in, baby.” Charli stepped backward and put her hand out, touching his arm. At the contact, he lost it. All his good intentions of a having logical and necessary conversation went out of the window. They could talk with their mouths later. He was going to speak with his body for now. Deven unbuckled his pants, toed off his shoes. He went slowly, giving her time to run or ask him to stop, if that was what she wanted. But the look in her eyes said she knew it was futile, and Deven saw the nervous glint held within her gaze. He stripped his shirt next, one button at a time. When he finished undressing, if Charli wasn’t ready, it was too bad. Apparently she was in need as well and he watched her eyes grow hungry and dark with lust at his disrobing.
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