“Charlie!”
“You like that?” His voice deepens as those eyes flare.
“Of course, I fucking do, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing.” He grins.
My eyes narrow on him, hissing through his torturous strokes. “I thought you said we could only be friends.”
“And someone wise explained to me about comfort kissing.”
“This doesn’t feel like comfort kissing.” I groan as my dick aches.
“Who said there couldn’t be comfort jerking?” He smiles teasingly.
Comfort jerking, yes, I like that. I reach out to touch his dick but he moves away from me, making me frown. “Let me comfort you.” I pout.
Charlie shakes his head. “This is my apology to you.”
Oh.
I like these kinds of apologies. “If you really want to apologize to me, being on your knees would be a great start.” Charlie’s hand stills.Don’t stop.
“Is that what you want? Me on my knees apologizing for being the biggest asshole?” Those intense, stormy eyes lock on me.
“Yes.” My answer is hesitant because I can’t tell if he is angry or turned on. Please be the latter.
“And it would be an apology, comfort BJ?” Charlie smirks, breaking the intensity.
“Yes, so it doesn’t count,” I answer, biting my lip, begging for the giant to get on his knees. Charlie looks like he is dueling with himself internally, and I’m about to tell him I’m only joking when he does it. Slowly, I watch as this big, gentle giant drops to his knees, and without hesitation, pulls down my shorts and goes to town. “Shit.” I groan as his mouth takes me in, all the way in, and my hands land on his tight shoulders as the man takes me to heaven. “Fuck, your mouth.” I groan, making Charlie hum as his fingers grip my balls, giving them a tug, making my dick sing, and I’m so worked up that this man makes me come in seconds, which is rather embarrassing, but I don’t care. Then he tucks me back in and stands up. “This was not at all what I thought was going to happen.”
“Do you accept my apology now?”
“Yes.” I gasp, trying to steady my heart that is racing in my chest. “Now let me return the favor,” I tell him as I go to drop to my knees, but he halts me.
“This isn’t about me. I’m fine.” I don’t think that’s true because his dick is leaking through his sweats.
“I want to.”
He shakes his head again. “I know, I can see it on your face, but know that I’ll be thinking of you later when I jerk off.”
“Spank bank material, I told you,” I tease.
“You certainly are.” He grins. This man is so confusing, but I think I like it, he’s keeping me on my toes. “Like I said, Derrick, I want us to be friends. That’s all I can offer right now.”
Shaking my lustful thoughts from my mind, I make myself listen to what Charlie is saying, and I understand what he is saying. He’s too broken right now to offer me anything more, and I can respect that. I like him, against my better judgment.He did blow you.That he did, and so fucking well. But he’s telling me not to expect that from him all the time. “Am I the first dick you’ve sucked too?”
Charlie stills, taken aback by my abrupt and random question. “Yes.”
Why does that turn me on?Because you’re vain and you like the fact that he only wants you during his healing journey.I see no lies there.
“That’s hot,” I say, biting my lip.
“It is?” Charlie seems genuinely surprised by that answer.
“For me it is.” I wink.
Charlie laughs. “Good to know.”
