Charlie
Kind of hard to escape that thing when it’s poking me in the back and you’re holding onto me for dear life.
That smart mouth.
Kind of difficult not to get hard when the pretty girl you’re holding is moaning my name in her sleep.
It’s not a lie. When I woke up in the middle of the night, Charlie still nestled against me, I attempted to roll to my side of the bed. As soon as I slid away from her, she pushed her ass back into me and hummed, “mmm, yes, Luke,” in her sleep. What’s a man to do when that happens?
My eyes stare at my screen as I wait in anticipation for her next text.
To my very pleasant surprise, a picture of Charlie comes through, her mouth open in shock.
Fuck me, that damn mouth.
Charlie
I did no such thing!
I’m too busy staring at the picture she sent to respond. My dick was already hard when I woke up, but now it aches as it begs for release.
I push my boxer briefs down, knowing by the picture that Charlie is still at breakfast with her team. Once my hand finds my cock, another text comes through.
Charlie
We’re going to explore Sweden a bit today. See you at the Opening Ceremonies, Skip.
My hand starts pumping up and down on my cock, precum already leaking, dripping down the tip. I click on the picture she sent so it’s the only thing on my screen.
Her mouth is wide open, just begging to be filled. I picture exactly that. Charlie sprawled out in front of me on this bed, her beautiful pink lips wrapped around my cock.
I imagine my hands gripping those tantalizing curls of hers, as I set the pace. She hollows out her cheeks, taking me to the back of her throat. The moment she moans around my cock, I push even deeper, shooting my release down her throat and filling her mouth.
The fantasy causes my own release to shoot up and out, my cum landing on my stomach as I continue to pump my cock, draining every last drop.
Exhausted, and yet not nearly satisfied enough, I throw my head back against the pillow and concentrate on my breathing.
Charlie has me so damn worked up, I’m going to need to do that at least three more times today if I plan on keeping my hands to myself later tonight.
Do I plan on keeping my hands to myself?
Reaching over to the ground, I grab my discarded shirt and wipe up the mess I made on my stomach while contemplating the answer to that question.
On one hand, I know Connor is a good guy. No, he’s one of the best guys, who has been through his own share of heartache. I know he wants what's best for his sister but on the other hand, I’m not too sure he’d be thrilled with the idea of me and her.
But having her in my arms last night, it was everything I never imagined for myself. Peace. Comfort. Hope.
The possibility of having that, especially with Charlie, thrills me. I know I shouldn’t care what anyone would think, but Connor is different. Charlie knows how important her brother and his friendship are to me. I nearly lost myself when I lost my sister. She was only eleven when she passed, and the day I lost her, I ran to Connor. He held me together when I was falling apart at the seams.
My sister Koty, or Dakota as everyone else knew her, was diagnosed at the age of four with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. We nearly lost her half a dozen times between her diagnosis and the day I had to say goodbye. Nothing about those seven years was easy, but damn it if I didn’t try to make her smile every single day. She was everything to me. My Koty.
When I wasn’t with her, trying to make her smile, I was with Connor. He was the best friend I could ever ask for through it all. He knew when to let me cry but also knew when I needed a distraction. He made me laugh when I didn’t think I’d ever laugh again.
“Fuck!” My eyes start to sting at the memories. My chest aches in a way it hasn’t since I was in high school when I lost Koty.
Hopping out of bed, I begin pacing the hotel room, trying to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do with all the conflicting feelings coursing through my body right now.
Deciding a hot shower is exactly what I need to sort through this mess, I grab my phone and head to the bathroom.
