He slid off me, and I couldn’t strip fast enough. I shoved my pants down to kick them off and yanked my shirt up over my head, leaving myself exposed and naked.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled and leaned across my body to grab the lube from the nightstand. “Lift your legs for me.”
I grabbed my thighs and would have crossed my ankles behind my head if possible. I moaned softly when Charlie slipped one finger inside, then quickly added a second. “Oh, yes.” I tried to push down and urge him to do more, but he chuckled and removed his fingers.
“Let me make you feel good. Let me do everything.” Charlie dropped kisses against my thighs, his fingers finding their way back inside of me. He pressed down on that spot that had me seeing stars, and I moaned loudly. “Sssh... You don’t want Ollieto hear, do you?”
My best friend had been staying with us since the breakup with his husband. Ollie had mentioned going to live with Travis a few times, but Travis was married now with a couple of young kids. And several hours away from the race shop.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Good boy.” Charlie’s words had heat scorching through my body. “Stay just like this for me.”
I watched as he climbed from the bed and stripped off his clothes. Charlie walked over to my dresser, opened the drawer, and when he turned back around, I held off the groan that threatened to escape my lips. In his hand, Charlie held my Fleshlight.
“Roll onto your side for me.” He jutted his chin, and I did as he told me. I felt the mattress dip under his weight, and the toy suddenly slipped down my length. “You’re going to love this, Bashful.”
I had no doubt. “Please, baby.”
“Please, what?” Charlie kissed my shoulder while he slicked up his penis. “You want me to fuck you?”
I whimpered.
“Say the words. I need to hear them.” I felt him as he notched his head against my hole, pushing lightly to get inside. “Say it, Bashful.”
I flushed. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah, you do.” Charlie nipped playfully as he slid home. We both groaned, and when he reached down to turn on the toy, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming.
My eyes rolled back. With the toy wrapped around my length and Charlie inside of me, I was being hit at both ends. Pleasure rolled through me, and my hands balled into fists. I loved having sex with my husband. I loved how it felt when he hit my prostate and made me come. But the suction of the toy had me whimpering and moaning like a porn star.
“You’re going to come already, aren’t you?” Charlie’s tongue rolled over the shell of my ear. “Fuck, you’re clenching me so tight. Your ass feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
This time, I couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from my throat. I exploded into the toy as I tried to shove my hips back to get more from both ends. I swear I blacked out when my release hit me. It had never felt like this before. Pleasure tore through me like a tidal wave, ripples continuing to shake my body until it nearly hurt. Charlie bit down on my shoulder, then tensed behind me, his own orgasm filling me from the inside. I felt his hot breath on my neck just before he slipped out of me, just before I drifted off.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke again, I was dressed in my pajamas and Charlie was the big spoon. His arms were right around my waist, his face pressed into my shoulder. I placed my hands over his, a smile tugging on my lips. I loved moments like this. The early mornings when I could stare at him, watch him, and wonder what he was dreaming about. I hated to get up, but my bladder was screaming at me. I carefully untangled myself from my husband, crept into the bathroom to do my business, took a quick shower, and then walked back into the bedroom tofind Charlie waiting for me, his arms folded over his thick chest.
“Good morning, baby.” I bounded across the room to jump on the bed.
Charlie laughed as I climbed over his body and straddled his waist. “Good morning, Bashful. Feeling better this morning?”
“Yes, because of you.” I nodded and leaned forward to press my mouth to his. “Thank you.”
He gripped my head in his big hands. “I only ever want to see you smile. I would do anything and everything to make that happen.”
The sound of the fire alarm blasting from the kitchen had me groaning and rolling my eyes. Ollie was a terrible cook and set it off at least once a week.
“Guess that’s my cue.” I grinned and climbed from Charlie’s lap. I wondered how much it would cost to have food delivered just so that this wouldn’t happen anymore. I loved my best friend, but I didn’t need him burning down my house.
“Sorry, guys!” Ollie called out, the alarm still blaring.
Charlie moved from the bed, grabbed my hand, and yanked me against him. “I love you, Jones. For better or for worse. I will always be here for you, no matter what.”
“Baby,” I murmured and closed my eyes.
He hummed softly before his lips landed on mine. Everything seemed to disappear when Charlie kissed me. My worry about him getting into an accident, forgetting about me and losing him again. Or the accident being mine. Where I suddenly didn’t know that Charlie was my husband.That he wanted me and only me. All that mattered was that we loved one another now. That we had found one another, and no one would ever tear us apart again.
“Jones!” Ollie’s worried voice brought me back to reality.
