But those kisses were mind-blowing. And his monster cock…
Exciting. And terrifying.
The doorbell rings, and I jump. My eyes dart around, looking for anything else out of place. And then I force myself to answer the door.
“Hiya, Charlie…Chas.”
I laugh. “It’s okay. I like it when you call me Charlie.”
His eyes darken. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” I open the door wider to let him in and lead him to the living room, where there’s no furniture at all. Only boxes.
“This is cozy.”
“Sorry— Mmph.”
My apologies end when Brad grabs me and kisses me. And that’s much better. We kiss slowly. Carefully. As if he wants to make sure I’m okay with everything he’s doing. It’s sweet and caring and nice—for a few minutes. Then it pisses me off.
I pull away, and he blinks. Probably because I’m glaring at him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Kiss me like you mean it,” I say in a huff. “I promise I won’t break.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He touches my hair, sliding it through his fingers.
It’s sweet. He’s sweet. But I need more. I take charge. I may not have experience, but I know what I want. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him hard, grinding my body against his.
“Charlie, sweetheart,” he says, pulling back. Why have we stopped? He laughs at the look on my face and gives me a quick kiss. “Bedroom?”
“Good idea.” I grab his arm and pull him through the hall, past the mountains of boxes, to my room. In which there are more boxes.
And a queen-size bed.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Brad says, pulling me toward the bed.
“Hold on.” I catch my breath.
“Did you change your mind? I mean, that’s okay?—”
“No.” I laugh. “It’s just once we get to the bed… I don’t want to get so caught up in everything. I mean, you’re a good kisser,and I can barely think, and oh my god, I’m rambling.” I stop and close my eyes. My cheeks heat.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“You’re so nice. Ugh.”
His eyes are dark as he looks me up and down. “Not thinking nice things right now.”
I shudder but stand my ground. “You promised I could touch.”
His eyes are so intense that my heart skips a beat or two. He stretches his arms wide. “I’m all yours.”
As I stare at him, the bulge in his pants swells. I brush my trembling fingers over the outline. He’s so big.
Brad’s breathing increases with every touch. I keep my strokes light, teasing him but also figuring out what he likes.
“Please, Charlie.”
