I heard my phone chirp on the sink where I’d left it, assuming it was Charlotte. I’d asked her to let me know when she was home safe, not happy about the fact I couldn’t drive her myself but I didn’t want to wake Isla.
Washing my hair, I tipped my head back and recounted the day, focusing specifically on the hot and heavy make-out session on the couch that, had Isla not been the little cock block she was, it could’ve gotten out of control very quickly. It would’ve gotten out of control. Charlotte had this sensuality about her that made me lose my mind. And the hottest part was, she seemed completely oblivious to the fact.
Squirting a blob of body wash into my palm, I gave up trying to deny the throbbing erection I’d been sporting. Grabbing my cock, I stroked it from root to tip, groaning as the pleasure crept up my spine. Leaning forward, I rested my head against the tiles, closed my eyes, increased the pace, and pictured Charlotte. I could still smell her vanilla scent. I could still feel the way her nails dug into my back as she clung to me. I could still taste her cherry lips. I could hear her breathy little moans.
“Oh fuck,” I huffed as I twisted my wrist, the pressure in my balls building.
Imagining those delicious, pouty lips wrapped around me, a familiar tingle started at the base of my spine. Remembering the look on her face when I’d agreed that she should be my girlfriend and the way I’d stolen touches all through the day had me grunting as I exploded all over my hand as Charlotte’s name was torn from the back of my throat.
Forcing myself to take deep breaths, I finished getting cleaned up and climbed out, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and flopping down onto my mattress.
Checking my phone, I couldn’t help but smile widely.
Charlotte:Home safely boyfriend
When Isla had thrown the question out there, I wanted to spin around and high-five her. My daughter had asked the question I was too afraid to. And now I had a girlfriend.
Luke:Good to hear girlfriend
Charlotte:Where were you? I thought you’d be waiting for my message
Luke:In the shower
Charlotte:Thinking about me I hope
It sounded like a loaded question. One thing I’d learned about Charlotte was that she wasn’t afraid to say what she was thinking. Something that was dangerously hot.
Luke:You have no idea
Luke:What are you doing?
Charlotte:Just climbing into bed
Luke:Thinking about me?
Two could play at this game.
Charlotte:Give me 5 and I’ll let you know
I couldn’t help myself.
Luke:I thought you only needed 3???
I thought I had her there. I’d got cocky. I should’ve known better.
Charlotte:You’re not here to give me a hand, so I’m going to have to do it myself
“Fuck!” I groaned, reaching down and adjusting my cock for about the millionth time today. I swear I’d been walking around sporting wood from the moment I’d picked Charlotte up this morning and even though I’d just rubbed one out, I was more than ready to go again.
Luke:I’m calling the sitter
Luke:Your ass is mine girlfriend
Charlotte:You name the time and place boyfriend … I can’t wait
With a groan, I rolled over. I pulled the pillow out from under my head and shoved it over my face. She was killing me. I was in physical pain.
Hitting the call button, I waited for Charlotte to answer.
