I press my lips against his tenderly. “I’ve never really liked anyone like this before.” I whisper against his mouth.
In between kisses he replies, “Me either.”
Charlie’s hands wind up in my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands. He delicately tugs on the locks, while his tongue moves against mine languidly. My cock is harder than steel from the kissing and his proximity, and I can feel his length pressing against my thigh. His hips tilt up, chasing any friction he can get, as I grind down on him.
Suddenly he pulls back, and I worry that I hurt him, before he says “We forgot to shut the door.” His eyes are wide and filled with embarrassment.
I look over my shoulder, and sure enough, the front door to his apartment is wide open. A little old lady stands outside in the hall, gawking at us.
“Sorry, ma’am!” I rush up from the floor, and quickly close the door on the lady.
“I mean, it’s kind of her fault for stopping to watch.” Charlie smirks.
“Do you think she was into it?” I stalk back over to Charlie, offering my hand to help him off the floor.
“Have you seen you? Of course she was into it. Who wouldn’t be?”
When Charlie is finally standing, he immediately wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me again. “Maybe we should head to my bed?”
“You’re right, wouldn’t want any more peeping old ladies watching the show. Unless you’re into that.” I snicker, wrapping my hands around the underside of Charlie’s thighs to hoist him into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back. My hands move to cup his ass.
Let’s take a moment so I can talk about Charlie’s ass, because damn. Now, I haven’t seen it unclothed, but I can already tell it’s a masterpiece. The assy-est of asses. I’m talking the most round, tight little buns you’ve ever seen. And I can’t fucking wait to see it bare.
His apartment is a studio, so it doesn’t have a separate bedroom. But to make up for it, he has one of those room separator things. The entire way to his bed, Charlie brushes kisses over my jaw and neck. When he reaches the junction of my neck and shoulder, he stops to suck at the skin, leaving a bruise.
“You get to mark me, I get to mark you.” Charlie says smugly, stroking over the now purple spot on my skin.
“Now, wait a minute! I healed you afterwards, so now there isn’t a mark to be seen. That’s not fair.” I whine.
“This’ll fade too, eventually.” Charlie almost seems sad.
“Okay, hear me out. This might sound crazy but…” I settle him down on his bed. “What if I mark you with my fangs and don’t heal it? Is that too much? Wait, don’t say anything. I get it, it’s too soon. It’s a dumb idea, forget I said anything. In fact, to distract you, I’m now going to strip my clothes off.”
“Hold on a sec…I mean, continue to strip, but let’s not discard the idea of marking me permanently so fast…” Charlie flashes a devious smile.
I shuck my shirt off, watching Charlie’s eyes drag down my torso and his jaw hang open. Listen, I’m fucking proud of my body. I work hard on these abs, and it feels good to watch Charlie drool over them.
“You want me to leave my bite marks on you, sweetheart?” I purr.
“Only if I get to leave some of my own on you.” His hungry graze rakes down my body as I pop the button on my jeans and slide down the zipper, revealing my tight black boxer-briefs.
Slowly peeling my jeans down my legs, I reply “Well, I don’t know if I can scar like you can, but if I can’t, I could always get your mark tattooed on me. It’d be my first, and only ever, tattoo.”
I’m standing at the edge of the bed, clad only in my briefs.
Charlie sits up, shedding his shirt. “Mmm…I kinda like the idea of that.” His eyes are full of heat, pupils expanded.
Underneath his black t-shirt, Charlie’s chest is pale and lean. He’s got soft definition in his abs and pecs. Surrounding his navel and leading below his belt line, there’s a dark trail of hair that makes my mouth water.
“Fuck, Charlie.” My voice is thick with lust. I can’t take my eyes off of him.
He moves to undo the button of his black skinny jeans, but I pounce, and hastily stop him. “Wait.” I rasp. “Let me do it, please.”
Charlie’s hands fall to his sides and he leans back on the bed with his knees spread, leaving himself open for me.
I sink to my knees on the floor between his legs, my fingers sliding under the waistband of his pants and briefs. Charlie lifts his hips, allowing me to slowly slide both pieces of clothing down his lithe body. As I slide them down, I see the leaking tip of his cock peaking out of the top of his briefs. The clothing reaches his thighs, and the rest his hard dick pops out, slapping back against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight. I want to taste him. I need to taste every fucking inch of him.
My patience wains, and my movements lose their grace as I unceremoniously yank his clothes off the rest of the way. Charlie huffs out a small laugh at my excitement, but I’m so far gone that not even a smile tips on my lips.
