We stand side by side and he looks so different in comparison to me with all his tattoos. I left him a goatee so his face isn’t completely clean shaven, but it is nice to see the rest of his face. I cut his hair to about his chin.
He looks pale and I am afraid he hates it.
I frown. “You hate it.”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “It’s just different. Will take some getting used to.”
“Are you sure, because if you hate it…”
He cuts me off when he turns into me and plants his lips down on mine. Soft and sweet. Pure and true. Charlie pushes his tongue into my mouth and I let him, wanting this more than he knows.
His hands glide up the sides of my throat, holding my face in place as his tongue explores and tastes mine. His breath tastes like garlic bread and beer, but I don't care.
One hand moves down to slide up the back of the t-shirt I am still wearing, cupping my butt cheek. He squeezes, and I respond by hiking my leg up on his hip.
Our kiss is deep and intense. The strokes of his tongue slows until he breaks away to catch a breath.
“It’s getting late.”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.
“I’ll take the couch.”
My brows draw inward. “Charlie, the bed is big enough for the two of us.”
“I don't trust myself to just sleep if I get in the bed with you.”
“Oh...well.” I don’t know what to say. How am I to respond to that? “I haven't told you my fantasy yet.”
He makes that funny noise in the back of his throat. “Tell me tomorrow. Go ahead and wash up for bed, I’ll clean up the mess in the kitchen.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Goddamnit,” he snaps, and I shrink back from him.
“Okay,” I whisper as he stomps to the kitchen. I don’t know what I did wrong. Shaking his bad mood off, I go about my business. Maybe he doesn't want to move too fast being I don’t know my own damn name. I can’t blame him there. It stings though.
Tossing the packaging from my new toothbrush in the trash, I brush my teeth with vigor, being harsher on my gums than they deserve, but I’m wound up tight. That kiss, it was as good, if not better, than I had imagined it would be.
When I finish up in the bathroom I start to go to him but think better of it. “Bathroom is all yours,” I call out down the hallway.
He doesn't respond, but I can hear him sweeping the hair up and emptying it into the trash.
I turn down the bedding and flip off the light switch before crawling into the big bed alone.
Eventually light spills from the bathroom when he turns on the lights but quickly fades away when he closes the door. The sound of the shower starting lulls me to sleep for a while.
Sometime in the night I awaken to the sound of the TV. Charlie must have fixed whatever was wrong with it.
I creep down the hallway, quietly, so I don't disturb him if by chance he is sleeping.
When I get to the living room he most definitely is not sleeping. An erotic film plays on the screen. A woman is bound at the wrists behind her back. The cuffs have a chain on each that is connected to a cuff around each ankle. A man is pounding into her relentlessly from behind, pulling on the chains with every thrust. I turn to look at the couch, the floor creaks under me, and I find Charlie, cock in hand. When our eyes meet, he doesn't stop stroking his erection. In fact, the fist around his cock jerks faster, harder even.
I stand unmoving. Unable to look away, I watch as he continues to pleasure himself, his eyes never leaving mine to look back at what is on the screen. The woman’s heated moans echo around us along with the slick sound of his movements.
I walk towards him unable to resist the pull I feel to him.
“Don’t,” his voice strains almost as if he is in pain, when I cover his hand with my own, wanting to touch him.