Then Charlie touched my cock. One stroke was enough. I was gone, engulfed under a wave of pleasure spreading from my abdomen and through my trembling body.
The wail I let out didn’t sound like me. I bit into the pillow, riding the high of my orgasm, coming onto my sheets, knowing Charlie was spurting inside me.
When Charlie pulled out, I felt cum dripping down my legs. Charlie smacked his dick on my ass cheek and released a gush of strawberry-scented cum on my back.
“You’re beautiful bathed in cum, Cupcake.”
“Thank you.” I imagined what Charlie saw: me with my ass in the air, used, filled and smeared in lube and cum. “Can you take a picture of me and show me?”
“Of course. You want to see my masterpiece.” Charlie climbed off the bed and returned with his phone. “Don’t move. That’s it. So gorgeous.” He entered my field of vision and snapped one more pic, then laid the device next to me so I could see myself used and happy, a lazy smile on my face.
Charlie cut the tape, freeing my wrists. “Lay on your side.”
He positioned himself behind me and pulled the lollipop out of his cheek.
“Let’s check how it tastes now.” He touched my used rim with the sucker, popping it and out then presented it to me. “Open.”
I opened my mouth and licked the lube off it to get to the sugary center. “It’s quite good.”
“I prefer your cum.” Charlie kissed my cheek and nestled behind me, leaving me with a taste of my favorite candy.
“Thank you. I needed that so badly. Especially after the viewing of a potential gym.”
“You really like that space, huh?” Charlie caressed my hip, sticky with lube. I was sure I’ll be washing it off for days. Good.
“I could visualize where everything would go, down to the colors of walls and towels.” With Charlie holding me, I let myself dream of the most ambitious plans for the future, that included owning a gym and belonging to Charlie.
“Your ideas would make for a fantastic, inclusive place for working out, and so much more.” He kissed my sweaty nape. “And just so you know, I’ll support you anyway I can.”
“That means a lot. Since reconnecting with you, I’ve been making bold decisions and dreaming big. Everything feels enormous and life changing. But right now, I can’t think about any of it.” I wiggled back, feeling his cock poking me. “I’m full of cum but empty,” I mumbled, my body relaxing.Was I even making sense?
“Take a nap and I’ll keep my cock inside you. We can clean up later.” Charlie slid his dick between my cheeks and I pushed back, welcoming the tip in with a sigh of content.
“Each time we have sex, I want to tell you it’s the best sex I’ve had. But today tops all of them. The months spent with you in and out of the bedroom were a dream I’m scared I’d wake up from.”
Charlie moved his hand from my hip to my chest. “You’re not afraid our friendship is in danger? That we’re clinging to the comfort of it?”
“Is that bad? My bestie is my partner. I cherish the comfort you give me, our friendship, and the fantastic sex. It doesn’t getbetter than that. Believe me, I looked. Besides, where is that coming from?” I tried to turn around, but with his cock lodged in me, I stopped.
“A bit of a drop, I guess.” Charlie’s voice turned quiet. “I climbed the happy ladder fucking you and now I fell off it. I need a moment to recoup. Staying close to you helps.”
I took his hand from my chest and kissed it. “I love you, Charlie. With my whole heart.”
He pressed his lips to my nape and swallowed loud enough for me to hear. “I love you too, Trent.”
Chapter Seventeen
Charlie
Over the past two weeks, I witnessed Trent’s determination and passion in action.
During the first viewing of the potential gym space, he was checking every corner, telling me what could be changed and how. He’d used the knowledge he’d acquired working construction when he’d poked and prodded the walls, checking which ones were load-bearing. Fortunately, I hadn’t been the only one snickering at that descriptor.
As soon as the next day, he’d jumped into planning the finance side of the deal. He had some money set aside for a new startin Boston, but a fair chunk had gone to a lawyer and a property estimate. He wanted to know what condition the place was in, down to the pipes. While he’d been waiting for the bank to approve his loan, he’d searched for a designer and worked with her on pricing the inside of the gym. I loved seeing Trent on fire like that.
I was sitting at Randy’s on my lunch break when Trent stormed in, shoulders sagging. Without a word, he hugged me as he slid into the booth.
“The bank rejected my loan request,” he mumbled into my neck, then sat back. “They offered to give me only seventy percent of what I asked for. It could cover the initial stuff, but not the cost of the full renovation. I want this place functional and comfortable for everyone, while having top-notch equipment. I can’t do that on this budget.”
