Charlotte’s mouth crashed into his. For once, she was the aggressor. She kissed him until her lips felt swollen and raw. She ground down on his cock, twisted and lifting, then falling back down until he filled her completely. Legs wrapped around his waist, she used his body as leverage to fuck him. All he did was stand with hands braced on the wall around her and took it.
She wanted to say those three words back in the worst way. But they terrified her to her very core. The number of times her parents had said those words to her could be counted on one hand. They hoarded their affections like it cost them something to show them. Even when her mother was in of her manic swings of the pendulum that is bipolar, she still never showed Charlotte much more than passing interest and disapproval.
Having no idea how to process this overwhelming feeling of happiness and joy, and all-encompassing fear, Charlotte channeled into all into riding Trey. Nipping along his thick neck, she moved to his ear and bit down. The sting of her teeth seemed to break him from a daze, with a roar her surged forward, slamming her against the wall.
“You’ve had your fun, sugar. Now it’s time for mine.” Holding her steady with his hips pinning her to the cheap shower surround, Trey tore her arms from around his neck and wrapped them around the shower head above them. “You stay just like that, or there’ll be consequences.”
Stretched out as she was, Charlotte could barely move other than a slight rocking of her hips. Trey gripped them, stilling her movements, and let loose. He pumped into her with force and speed, sucking on her breasts hard enough Charlotte knew he would leave marks. And she loved it, loved the sting of pain and the command his body had over her. The blunt head of his cock slid across the interior bundle of nerves that drove her higher and higher until unearthly screams tore through her, the orgasm welling up from a deep place in her belly.
“That’s right. Get that cream all over my cock, sugar. Soak it.” Trey moved a hand between them, strumming at her clit until she tried to pull up on the shower head to get away from the overwhelming sensations.
But also begging him not to stop.
“You think I could stop? I can never stop. Your pleasure and happiness are my sole mission in life now.” Through two more intense earth-shattering orgasms, Trey held back his own release. Not until Charlotte begged for him to fill her up did he finally relent, sending wave after wave of his hot cum crashing over her walls, triggering one last climax of her own.
They clung to each other panting, the now cold water falling over them in one large stream. Both looking up at the same time, Charlotte realized she had pulled the shower head almost clean off the pipe, and a river of water cascaded down from the dangling fixture.
“I guess I’m calling a plumber today.” Unable to hold back the laughter, they gingerly separated, both gasping when Trey’s spent cock fell free.
“Nah, I’ll take care of it. Been fixing the shower at the station since I was a rookie.”
With a pat on her ass, Trey sent Charlotte to finish getting ready. She quickly dressed, threw her hair into a long braid instead of her usual bun, and dew on the pair of heels Bekah had insisted on. Her skin glowed, at least partly from the orgasm wake up call.
They ate breakfast together in a hurry, then Trey walked Charlotte to her car and kissed her passionately for a full two minutes before letting her climb into the driver’s seat. “I’ll have one of the guys drop me off at the studio after my shift, and then we can drive home together. Sound good?”
Charlotte nodded, kind of loving that he just assumed they would be coming back to her place again tonight.
“You’re going to do amazing, sugar. Believe it, and everyone else will too.”
***
“Charlotte, can you help me pull sound for the fire story?” Mira ran through the door, her photographer close behind. It was only forty minutes to show, and they had just returned from a fire in the South Side.
Far outside the normal zone of the arsonist, no other stations had bothered going to the seemingly innocuous blaze. The building was destroyed, but no one had been inside at the time, thank god. But Mira had struck gold earlier in the day when she got a tip that the arsonist was seriously blowing the fire department’s budget, and they were begging the mayor for more money to cover overtime costs. So far he was refusing. That day’s fire would serve as a good reminder of all the hard worker firefighters put in for the city. And hopefully pressure the mayor a little more.
“No problem. Rufus, what bay are you loading it in?” Charlotte grabbed her iPad and sprinted to the edit bay where that day’s footage would be uploaded.
Under normal circumstances, Mira and Rufus would have gone live from outside City Hall, but security had been giving them trouble, and the team had no choice but to pull them back to the station. Thankfully, the full story didn’t need to be finished until the six o’clock show, they just needed some teaser video and sound for the five, something Charlotte would have no trouble helping with.
Her first day had gone well. She stumbled a lot in the morning meeting, but no one seemed to notice, or at least they pretended not to. As the day went on, Charlotte’s nerves settled until they were simply a hum in the background.
Now a different kind of energy burned through her system. The same electric current that took over her system the moment Trey touched her body. Excitement. The pressure to transcribe and pick a sounds bite pulsed at the base of her throat, but instead of shutting down, as Charlotte feared she would, it pushed her to do more.
Shuttling through the video, Charlotte found where interviews with the residents around the fire started and pressed play. They would need something with emotion, but also useful information. She wasn’t likely to get that from the half-drunk college kid that they’d gotten on camera first, so she quickly skipped over that footage. Next was the one-on-one interview with the Fire Chief for the city.
He’d begrudgingly agreed to the interview after Charlotte explained to him over the phone that Mira would be going forward with the story, so he could have his official comment on camera reassuring the people, or he could say no comment and look like he was hiding something.
Just as Charlotte was about the fast forward the video a little more, past the part where Rufus focused the camera and mic’d up the Chief, her hand froze. In the background, just over the Fire Chief’s shoulder was Trey. His hand gripped the upper arm of a teenage boy, and by the look on his face, was giving him one hell of a lecture. The boy’s back was to the camera, so she couldn’t make anything out about who he might be, but he wore a huge Steelers sweatshirt, the hood pulled up over his hair, and jeans that clung to the kids slightly skinny legs.
Several times, the kid tried to pull out of Trey’s grip, but the man who had occupied her bed for the entire week wouldn’t let go. Charlotte turned the speakers up as high as they would go, hoping to catch any hint at what they were arguing about. No luck, the microphones used by the photographers were short distance directional and would have had no chance to pick up the conversation from half a block away.
Just as the Chief started in on answering Mira’s questions, the boy finally managed to break away from Trey’s grasp. With two hands, the much smaller kid shoved Trey in the chest, who didn’t even budge. Then the teenager turned and flew down a side alley. Trey gripped the back of his neck, turned, and punched a nearby brick wall. Charlotte cringed, worried for the state of his hand, but Trey just turned and made his way in the opposite direction, quickly disappearing out of frame.
“Hey, you got my sound bite?” Mira appeared in the doorway, pulling her suit jacket on over her blouse.
Charlotte snapped back to attention. “Just grabbing it now.” Thankfully, the Chief had just started answering a question about the safety of Pittsburgh if there wasn’t enough money to pay firefighters. She quickly typed every word into the script open on her tablet, saved it and headed to the bathroom where she knew Mira would be putting her makeup on.
“Bites in, script is printed.”
