Page 133 of Dirty Chorus

Water plasters my hair to my forehead and streams down my face. “Come on.”

She giggles, biting her bottom lips. “You’re going to get sick!”

“I don’t care!”

“It’s so cold out! What if you lose your voice?”

“I could use a damn week off. I can spend it all in bed with you. We can binge Netflix all day.”

She rolls her eyes, throwing her head back into the seat. She gathers her purse from the floor mat as I hold out my hand to help her out.

It's filthy, ugly, cold right now. My body trembles as I start to shiver. Charlie leaves the warmth of the truck, stepping out and grasping my hand. I slam the door behind her and the rain doesn’t let up. It’s just an out-right downpour with the wind carrying waves of it in sheets. Charlie’s black dress clings to every curve. Her curls get destroyed instantly.

I led her a few steps to the sidewalk away from the truck. Suddenly my heart is overpowering the thunderous rain and my world is reduced to just this. Her, me, the rain pounding on top of us. I cup her cheeks, my thumbs stroking over her skin that has rain dancing across them. Her perfectly plump lips are slick and glossy from the water as I lean in.

It takes less than a second for her to break the distance and kiss me. My freezing skin, and her warm lips combine in such a way that it sends jolts up my spine. My entire body trembles, a shiver that starts deep within my bones pouring out of me. With one small bite to her bottom lip she obliges and opens up. I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting hers, and I consume the taste of the mint she chewed on after dinner. I let her fill my soul with each lap of kisses. I thought I was hungry at dinner, but this is different.

I take a handful of her hair keeping her steady as I dive in. Our tongues dance together as I fill my soul with her. I can barely breathe – all I want is her. All of her surrounding me, and every second of living on this planet spent with her. She starts to smile against my mouth, her own shivers mingling with mine. I’m sucking in harsh bursts of air, before divulging myself within our kiss. Our breaths are the only thing keeping us warm. Before I know it, I’m drenched. Every part of my body is soaking wet, and my teeth start to chatter between our lips. I notice she's quivering all over as well.

“See I told you, I don’t want you to get sick.” She breaks away, her fingertips finding mine and she laces them together. “We should go inside before we both turn blue.”

I let her lead as we raced down the sidewalk, splashing through every puddle in the alley. Our laughter is stolen by the harsh gusts of wind and rain. We race up the steps to the apartment, and I fumble with the keys in my pockets. I finally manage to jimmy open the door and we step into the quiet, warm apartment. I close the door, making sure to lock it behind us.

We’re dripping all over the floorboards. A puddle forms around Charlie’s feet as she slips out of her flats. My button-up shirt was an ice cube, and is ten times heavier than it was before. It’s stuck to my chest and back. I pace down the hallway with my soggy jeans that squish with each step. When I get into the bedroom I start working on the buttons of my shirt.

Charlie trails behind me and stands at the doorway, her glimmering grey eyes watching my every move. I pause, my fingers hovering over the third button. I swallow the lump in my throat, as her footsteps creak along the floorboard.

“Can I?” she asks and closes the distance between us. Her damp hands come up to mine hovering over the button. I can’t formulate any words. She gently pushes my hands to the side and takes over, her fingers nimble and she undoes each button with ease.

“I want you...” There, I said it.

When she reaches the final button, her warm fingers peel the soaked fabric from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor with a heavy slap. The next thing I realize, she’s pulling her arms out of the long sleeves of her dress and shimmying out of it. The dress tumbles to her ankles, and she steps out of the small wet circle.

Dear lord, I forgot she had a way of teasing the shit out of me. She isn’t wearing a damn bra. Her breasts leave my dick straining against my zipper. With my jeans being wet, this is beyond torture. Her nipples are hard as hell. Damnit, I’m licking my bottom lip – ready to take a mouthful. “I uhh... oh fuck me...”

“I mean if that’s what you wanna call it,” she giggles.

“No you're just...” She's still wet, and the water gleaming on her smooth skin is tracing paths over her collarbone and down the soft slopes of her breasts. My jeans are painfully tight, the denim is about to rip if I get any harder. After months of waiting patiently for her to be ready again, I’m about to explode as it is. “I never thought I’d be the one you wanted. Are you sure you want this?” It slips off my tongue, and I know I’m coming off as a sappy son of a bitch.

She responds with a coy smirk as she tugs at the button, undoing it like nothing. The zipper slid down. I kick off my shoes, shove my jeans and boxers down in one frantic motion. Oh shit, I can already picture what that looked like in her eyes, and I probably came off way too excited and not smooth at all. I’m naked, my dick pulsating in front of her saying hello. But the look in her eyes has absolutely no judgement. I step out of my jeans and push them aside. I cup her cheeks with both hands, bringing her lips to mine again. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back. She wraps her arms around my neck, leaps into the air, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“Jesus Christ!” I manage to say between her lips. I nearly drop her, but manage to cup her ass and level myself.

She’s not heavy though and I carry her to the bed easily, never breaking contact from our kiss. That’s until my shins meet the mattress, and we tumble onto the sheets. She squeals and we break into laughter. The mattress squeaks as my body almost crushes her into tiny pieces. I prop myself up with two hands on either side of her.

She trails her nails and draws lazy circles on all the shapes of my tattoos running along my biceps. I swear God gave me the best gift a guy could ever ask for. There’s never going to be another girl that bores into my soul with fire burning in them just for me.

My hands that I’ve kept at bay rediscover her. I trace the line of her throat, the delicate ridges of her collarbones, and finally, finally, I cup the gorgeous weight of her breast. It fills my hand perfectly, soft and heavy. I brush my thumb over her nipple and she arches into my touch, a sharp gasp catching in her throat. I kiss her, breathing hard as if I might never be able to absorb another molecule of oxygen again.

“I think this is the part I’m supposed to talk dirty to you,” she says.

“What would you even say?”

She gasps and I lower my head and take a bite of tight perky nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, learning its texture, its taste. With a plop I let her nipple go.

“I don’t know.” She lets out a sharp breath, her hands tangling in my wet hair.

“I know what I would say.” I lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until she was writhing beneath me, her hips making small, desperate circles. “You have the most perfect tits.”