Charlie untied my ankles and lay next to me, stroking my arm. “How are you feeling?”
“Fulfilled. Like I could sleep for a week, but I’m also wide awake.” My smile was lazy as I snuggled into Charlie and pulled a sheet over both of us. “How did I do?”
“Oh, Cupcake. You were perfect.” Charlie cupped my cheek and kissed me briefly.
I reached for his hand. “You can do some magical stuff with those fingers.”
He waved them at me. “I practice every day. On my guitar.”
“Well, I love a guy with skilled fingers.” I grinned and kissed the callused fingertips one by one. “Will you show me more?”
“Not today. Let your ass rest. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“Tomorrow?”
Charlie chuckled. “We’re both at work.”
I groaned. “Will you meet me for pancakes at Randy’s after we finish? Let’s say six?”
“Sure.”
The rest of the day flowed easily as we snuggled on the couch and watched crap TV while eating Chinese takeaway.
I didn’t spend enough time with Charlie to declare I had feelings for him, but they were there. I couldn’t help it. Something was developing in my heart that made me want to listen to him talk, tell stupid jokes to make him smile, and cling onto him like he was my sexy comfort blanket.
My apartment felt empty when he’d left, and I forced myself to work out for an hour to avoid texting him. Clingy wasn’t a good look, but fuck, it had been difficult not to beg him to stay one more night.
I had to be at the construction site at five in the morning, and he started work at nine at the office.
I lay in my bed, replaying the way Charlie undid years of my repressed needs in the span of several hours. I gripped my half-hard cock and stroked it, then reached underneath my balls, pressing on my pucker. It was sore, but the pressure spun arousal in my abdomen. I added lube and slid a finger in. My frantic movements created chaotic pleasure, and I came in under a minute.
But Charlie did it better. So much better. He got me hooked on his touch so quickly; it was scary.
In a post-inadequate-orgasm dramatic state, I picked up my phone.
Trent: My fingers don’t feel as good as yours. And I don’t have dildos.
I added three sad-faced emojis to drive the message across.
The reply came right away.
Charlie: Don’t put anything without a flared base there! Not your water bottle, and not even that lube tube shaped like a dildo.
I giggled like a loon.
Trent: How did you know?
Charlie: I saw you eyeing it.
Trent: But I’m horny.
Charlie: Oh, Cupcake. I’ll fix that in a few days.
Trent: I don’t want to wait.
I whined and rolled back and forth on the bed. This was torture.
Charlie: I can make you.
