by Hart, Eve R.
“Well, so, like, am I supposed to leave? Women never stay the night here.” I snapped my mouth closed because I’d said too much. I’d let him know that I’d taken notice of such things. “It’s just that I had a longtime boyfriend the last time I did this sort of thing and I’m clueless here. I don’t want to mess anything up.”
He chuckled. It was deep and sexy. But it did nothing to ease the thoughts going through my head.
“Also, is it too soon to ask for more. Or should I not?” I went on because I couldn’t seem to get my mouth and brain to disconnect. “Was this a one-time thing. Oh, no. What if I wasn’t any good? I can be better! Give me another chance.”
Luckily, his arms went tight around me, holding me in place and stopping me from climbing on top of him to prove that I could learn.
“Fuck,” he breathed out with a small laugh. “It’s too early for this, Abs.”
I relaxed and smiled hearing his name for me. Sure, it was just a shortened part of my actual name, but it was his and I could tell it meant something more when he called me that.
Also, he remembered it. That had to be a good sign, right?
I was trying not to seem crazy but it might have been past that point.
“Okay,” I said and a small sigh escaped me though I hadn’t meant for it to. “I guess I should go get breakfast ready, then. I’m not going back to sleep.”
No, I wasn’t. Not with all the things going on in my head.
“Okay,” he said sounding more alert, or at least trying to. He sat up, the sheet falling down his chest and settling around his… oh, wow! Yep, the sheet was definitely tented down there. I almost reached out to see if it was some sort of magical illusion. “Talk. Get it all out. Ask me anything you need to.”
That was easier said than done. Maybe? It seemed that I didn’t have a filter this early in the morning so perhaps it wouldn’t be as hard as I was thinking.
“What’s the recovery rate? I don’t want to ask something of you that you can’t give and make you feel bad. I mean, I see that it’s waving me good morning and all right now, but like after you… spew, how long until you can get it up again?”
“I guess it depends,” he said hesitantly like he wasn’t all that sure how to answer me. “Normally, I don’t need that much time. A bottle of water and some stroking and I’m good to go again.”
“But?” I felt it coming so there was no use in ignoring it.
“But…” He let out a chuckle. “You wore me out. I’ve never… felt like that before.”
“Is that a good thing? Or is it because you had to do all the work? I can get better.”
“Abigail,” he said softly and then his finger was under my chin, lifting until I met his eyes. “You were the best I’ve ever had. And please don’t think that is some kind of line. I mean it.”
I melted. I had been so desperate for him and then the insecurity hit me after the fact. He didn’t let me down now, making me feel like I was good enough. Like hardly experienced little ole me could compare to all those women he’d been with. And I was better. Heck yes, it was something to brag about.
“I can’t give you a recovery time right now, but I’m not opposed to some trial and error to find out,” he said when I hadn’t opened my mouth for a few beats.
“I like that idea.”
How could I not, it was clear that he was saying he wanted to do this again with me. He wanted to get all up in this some more.
“What else is going on in that head?”
I bit my lip as I thought about everything.
“Is this going somewhere?” I asked and I could hear the uncertainty in my voice. I forced myself to look up at him so I could see the truth in his eyes.
His lips tipped up on one side. Man, he was so incredibly sexy.
“I’d like it to.”
“Okay, but how so?”
“What do you want, Abigail?” His tone was dark as he rolled over and pinned me to the mattress with his body. “Because I’m afraid that if I tell you what I want I’ll scare you.”
“Tell me,” I said breathlessly.
“I want you, so fucking bad.” His mouth hovered over mine as he spoke and I could feel his hot breath fanning over my lips. I parted my legs, inviting him in to take everything he wanted to. “I want mine to be the bed that you crawl into at the end of the night. I want your kiss to be the one I wake up to. I want…”
His hips slowly dragged back and forth between my legs, making the wetness pool there.
“What? Want what, Eric?” I panted out, finding it hard to keep my lids open as he continued to make me come alive.
“That,” he said as his lips met my neck briefly. “I want to hear my name from your lips, sounding needy and desperate.”
I moaned because his words only seemed to drag me closer to the edge. I must have looked so pathetic. He wasn’t even inside me and I was ready to come.
“I bet I could make you come just like this,” he said with an edge in his tone. Like he was barely holding on just like me. “I bet if I slid inside you right now, you’d lose it.”
He was spot on with that. Simply the thought had my legs shaking and my back arching into him.
“Do you know how sexy you are right now?” he asked but I could tell he wasn’t expecting me to answer. Which was good, because I didn’t know what words were right now. “There isn’t a single thing I would change about you.”
Okay, I didn’t think he knew how much those words meant to me. How much I’d longed to hear them all my life. To know that I was good enough just the way I was. It wasn’t something I’d ever felt before.
Now I was crying, ruining this beautiful moment with emotional tears, but I couldn’t stop them.
“Abs, baby, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” He stopped moving and suddenly his weight wasn’t as heavy and comforting as it had been a moment ago.
My hands came up and framed his face. His dusting of a beard tickled my palms and I wondered what he would look like if he let it go a few days. I liked his smooth face but I could only imagine how much more sexy he would look with a little scruff. Like a little less clean and perfect, if that made sense.
“Nothing,” I assured him. “Absolutely nothing.”
He kissed me and I melted the moment his lips met mine.
The sex thing had kind of been ruined. I felt too emotional and raw right now. I might have cried during it. I felt like he understood that and so he continued to kiss me without any other part of his body moving.
“I have to go cook breakfast,” I said trying to find a way out. I wasn’t sure why but everything felt a little too intense.
“No,” he said, nipping my bottom lip. “You don’t have to. But if you want to, then I won’t stop you.”
Holy chips and salsa!
Okay, I wasn’t going to freak out. I wasn’t. But Charming was as close to perfect as I thought I could get. No one was perfect, if you thought they were, then there was something you weren’t seeing. I might have been young but I wasn’t that dumb. He was like skating a line that was too close to the sun and I wondered if I would get burned.
I thought about that, long and hard as I lay trapped between him and the mattress.
Charming had the power to hurt me. I just hoped that he never would. I couldn’t imagine how he would but then again, sometimes I could be blind. I couldn’t say that I knew how these things went. I didn’t. He knew it and so did I. Sure, I had a boyfriend when I was in high school, but did that really count? I kind of thought it didn’t only because I hadn’t felt like I did now. It was clear to me that the relationship I’d had back then wasn’t going to go anywhere, no matter how hard people pushed for it to. I didn’t know who I was back then. Maybe I didn’t completely know now either. But what I did know was that I’d never felt like this before. That was the thing I was going to hold on to. And I wasn’t going to fret over the small things. I wasn’t going to think about all the women I’d seen him with and how I might c
ompare to them. I wasn’t going to think about what I couldn’t give him when I could focus on what I could give him. And how I could make those things better with time and practice.
“Okay,” I said with a small sigh. I didn’t want to leave but at the same time, there was something about making breakfast for everyone that made me feel whole. I couldn’t explain it. Maybe I shouldn’t even try. “Let me up. I want to make breakfast.”
His smile was beautiful.
Then he kissed me, refusing to let me go until I forgot what my name was. Or so I assumed because that was what it felt like by the time he pulled away and rolled off me.
I sat up, letting the sheet fall away without a single care.
I kind of loved this feeling. Like a lot. Around Charming, I wasn’t ashamed of what I had… and what I didn’t. He made me feel sexy and loved, and even cherished.
“I’ll be down in a bit,” he said leaning on one elbow as he watched me dress with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Okay,” I whispered a little nervously as I pulled my shirt down. “Is there anything you want this morning? The kitchen is stocked, so I can make anything.”
“Whatever you feel like making will be perfect,” he said with a beautiful smile, telling me that he really meant those words.
“Right,” I said sounding a little strained. “See you when you get there.”
I couldn’t lie, I scurried out of his room like the place was on fire. I was a mix of emotions, but could you blame me?
I had gotten some answers but there was so much that had been left up in the air.
I giggled at myself when I thought about writing them down. However, that might not have been a bad idea. Charming seemed to want to know everything and as sad as it might have been, I kind of lost my brain around him. At least if I wrote it down then I’d be prepared.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Charming
We were in her bed, naked and curled up under the sheets. Abigail was dreamily tracing lines on my chest, basking in her post-orgasm afterglow. I was relaxed and soaking in every second of this.
Sex with Abigail was a lot of things. It was intense. It was amazing. It was mind-blowing. And yeah, it was even a little bit awkward, but in a cute way. Each time she seemed to be more comfortable. If there was something on her mind, she didn’t hesitate to voice it. Sometimes it happened to be the thing that you would have thought would kill the mood, but for a reason I didn’t want to try and explain, it didn’t.
However, as amazing as the sex was, I liked these moments just as much. The ones where she was in my arms and we would talk. Or even not talk.
I hadn’t ever just held a woman.
Not like this, that was for sure.
I always thought I’d hate it. I couldn’t see giving this part of myself to someone before. It might not have really seemed like much, and maybe it was weird to think that it was. I always felt like my quiet time was mine and I didn’t want to let anyone else in on it. Abigail kind of changed all of that. I didn’t mind sharing my quiet time with her. Not even a little bit.
“Is it enough with just me?” she asked after a while.
“What?” I asked softly. I had a good idea about what she was talking about but then again, sometimes I just never knew with her.
“You know, not sharing and stuff.” She rolled over and propped her head up on my chest so she could look at me.
“Are you asking me if I hate the idea of not sharing you?” My brow went up as I looked at her pointedly.
“You’re saying that you don’t have a problem keeping all of this to yourself?” She wiggled her body and let out a little giggle.
It was coming, I knew it. I’d kind of been waiting for it for a while. As weird as it had been before, I didn’t mind the questions so much now. I told myself I’d be honest with her because that’s what she deserved. She was asking because she was curious, not because she was finding reasons to be jealous or hate me.
“I just mean, is that like something you need to get turned on and stuff.” She rolled her eyes. I suspected it was more at herself than the subject.
“Clearly, I don’t need it to get turned on. And before you ask, no, it’s not something that I have to do to feel satisfied.”
“How does it work? Are you just like ‘we want to do you’ and the women are all like ‘okay’ and follow you? Or is it more of a surprise type thing. I guess that would be a good surprise though, if you were curious about that sort of thing or liked it. Or the men were like really hot.” The way she said ‘surprise’ with excitement like she was jumping out of a cake had me chuckling. Her arms actually jerked like they wanted to throw themselves into the air.
“Um,” I said and cleared my throat with the intention of saying something else.
“Oh! And how does it all work? I know I’ve asked it before, but with the closeness and all, don’t you rub junks? Or when Blade’s face was down there, I assume he was licking her— well, he could have been licking you, I guess. Was he doing both? Even if he was licking her… it’s close quarters down there, I’m sure he’d give you a little bit of a tongue bath even if it wasn’t on purpose. Is that weird for you?”
“Take a breath, baby,” I said with wide eyes. I was still trying to process all the things that had come out of her mouth. It really sounded as if it had come out in one breath.
“Sorry,” she said and the red hit her cheeks as she realized she’d gone off on a rant.
“Don’t be sorry. I think it’s cute. It’s you. And I like you.”
“Yeah? You like me?”
I laughed at her cuteness. Of course, she already knew this.
I leaned my head forward and she met me for a quick kiss.
I had to admit that it was still a little strange talking about this with her. I wasn’t sure why. I figured it had something to do with the fact that she’d walked in on us that night and saw everything. Maybe I just didn’t like the fact that she’d seen me with another woman. I got the sense that she wasn’t all that bothered by it so I wasn’t sure why I was.
“Well,” she encouraged me with a nod.
“I guess I don’t really think about it.” Not when I was with Blade anyway. But I wasn’t about to get into Sketch’s personal shit. Besides, she didn’t need to be thinking of him like that. I nearly snorted at that thought. “Yeah, it’s going to happen. And it has happened. It’s kind of to be expected unless you’re in a situation where you each… um, take an end.”
“So she’s sucking on one like a lollipop and getting stuffed like a turkey with the other.”
Ummm, I could honestly say that I’d never actually stuffed a turkey before but…
“Yeah, sure,” I said in a quick breath. I really didn’t know what to say to that.
“Have you ever double stuffed someone, you know, down there?”
I realized she wasn’t a kid but sometimes her innocence really came out. I wondered how she thought of these things in her head. You know, it was kind of confusing. It was clear that she thought about sex. And now I was calling it sex. See what she did to me? So, it was no secret that she thought about it. It was also no secret that she wasn’t afraid to take care of things on her own. But when it came to talking about it, she had this odd way of dancing around everything. I wondered if she used words like pussy and cock and dick in her head. And if she begged to be fucked harder in her fantasies. It could have been that she was still a little shy about the whole thing. I knew she didn’t have a lot of experience and that was alright with me.
Remembering that she’d asked a question, I tried to think about the best way to answer. I decided to take a page out of Blade’s book for this one. Hit her with the truth bluntly.
“Yes, I have had my cock in a woman’s pussy while Blade took her ass. If you’re asking if I’ve been in the same hole at the same time as another guy, then, no.”
Her eyes went wide and the blush rushed up her cheeks faster than I’d ever seen it. Since her body was half laying
on top of mine, I felt her thighs squeeze together. Well, then, she obviously wasn’t turned off by those words. Yeah, my girl was dirty. I just had to help her feel comfortable with letting it out. Hey, I didn’t mind that at all.
“I don’t think I’d like that last one.” She shook her head at the thought. “Did you like it?” Her body seemed to inch up mine, her mouth drawing closer to my lips as she asked the question.
How did I explain this to her without sounding like an asshole? I didn’t really see a way, to be honest.
For me, sex was sex. I mean, until she came along. But I felt like it was too soon to say that and not have it sound like a line.
I’d only been with Abigail a few times now but it was enough to have me coming back for more. Hell, I was hooked after that first time. I knew I’d be though. It really wasn’t all that much of a shock. Everyone else before her, they didn’t matter. They were a means to an end as shitty as that sounds. I knew it. They knew it. So it wasn’t like I had a string of broken hearts trailing behind me.
I wasn’t an idiot— well, not when it came to this. I knew why it was different. I had feelings for her. That made it much more than simply sex or fucking.
“It was nice for the moment,” I told her with a hint of apology in my tone. “If you’re going to ask me if I really remember any of those times, I’ll go ahead and tell you that I don’t. It happened and then it was over. We were all satisfied enough by the time we walked away.”
When I said it out loud, yeah, it sounded really shitty.
“Oh,” she said and her eyes slid to the side. She was thinking about it a little too hard.
“Blade and I…” I didn’t really know how to explain this to where it would make her feel better but not make me look like a giant tool. “Fuck, Abigail, you’re probably going to hate me after this. It was fun. It was a distraction from other shit we’ve got going on. We’re comfortable enough with each other that it doesn’t get weird. I don’t have to have it— him there to get enjoyment out of it. Sometimes it’s just nice to know that you pleased a woman to the point where she doesn’t know her own name. That sounds like such a dick thing to say. But, I imagine it would be different to actually share someone with him, if you understand what I’m saying.”
