“Do you want to go upstairs to my room? We can watch a movie. Nothing else has to happen. I promise.” He leaned back. “Yes?”
“Yes.” I squealed with surprise when Charlie picked me up and started to carry me. “I can walk.” I wasn’t exactly small, but he was carrying me like I weighed next to nothing.
He laughed loudly. “Where’s the fun in that, Jonesy?”
Chapter Six
Charlie
Once Jones got over the initial shock of my room—he told me it was triple the size of his—he finally seemed to relax. He gasped at the size of the ridiculous bathroom, gazed fondly at the huge wide-screen television, and seemed more than intrigued by the walk-in closet. I wasn’t rich, that was my father, but I realized that this had to be a bit crazy for him. I didn’t care that he lived in a trailer park. I liked him, and even if he was homeless, I wouldstilllike him. And now that Jones was in my bedroom, where I slept, walked around naked, and did other things, I hoped he would let me get my mouth on that cock of his.
“Jonesy.” I gripped his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Just relax. We’re only going to watch a movie.”
He nodded. “A movie.”
“A movie,” I repeated.
Jones reached down to play with the hem of my shirt. “What if I don’t want to watch a movie with you?” He gazed up at me from under long lashes.
“What do you want to do?”
“Will you touch me again?”
I chuckled. “Touch you where? You have to say the words.” I moved to press my lips to his ear and felt the way Jones’s entire body shuddered against mine. I wanted todevour him whole until he came, shouting my name. I wanted to see what it took to make Jones Matthews swear. What would unravel him completely.
“My penis. Touch my penis,” he begged.
I turned his head and licked his neck, then sucked the skin lightly. “You’re such a fucking dream, Jones,” I murmured. “Do you want to touch me?” He nodded. “Where?”
“Your penis,” Jones whispered.
I loved how shy he was. How he never said anything dirty unless you thought the word penis was dirty. I reached up and cupped Jones’s head between my hands.
“Is that so?”
“Y-yes.” He stared at me with blown-out hazel orbs. “P-please.”
Fuck, Jones might be the death of me. But it would be worth the fall.
“You don’t have to be so polite about it, but it’s a major turn-on that you are.”
I crushed my lips against his and loved the way he instantly opened his mouth for me, his tongue curling around mine. His hands dug into the front of my shirt, and it took all I had not to shove him onto my bed. I wanted to devour Jones, ruin, wreck, and eat him alive. He was mine. I wanted to keep him, even though I knew that wasn’t possible.
“Charlie.” He panted out my name as he pulled back. He reached up to touch my face with the pads of his fingers. I noticed Jones liked to do that. Touch me. I liked it, but then again, there wasn’t anything about Jones that I didn’t enjoy. “Can you...?” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as a blush crept up his neck as he left the question hanging.
“Yes, Jonesy. Take off your clothes for me. Unless you want me to take them off for you?”
His eyes went round.
“Is that what you want me to do?” I murmured.
I had only kissed a couple of guys before him, so this was all new territory to me. I had been with a couple of girls. It had never been anything I enjoyed, more of a chore, which is when I realized I was bi. Being with Jones was like a tornado inside a bottle. Ready to rip apart a house at any moment. I craved him like a drug even after such a short time.
Jones nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Lift your arms for me.”
He immediately did as I asked, and when I removed his shirt, I ran the palm of my hand over his smooth, soft skin. I watched the way his nipples pebbled and grew into stiff buds. Jones was absolute perfection. I meant what I had said. He was beautiful. Gorgeous.
