Charlie
This is actually happening.My body melts into a pool of hot lava as Mick’s expert lips devour my own. My hands rest against his rock-hard abs as he parts my lips with his tongue. When he pulls me closer to him, I realize his abs aren’t the only thing that's rock hard. I wrap my arms around his trim waist and let him grind his length into me, causing my center to ache.
No one’s ever kissed me like this. It’s like we can’t get enough, threatening to eat each other whole. We’ve opened a doorway there’s no returning from. Not that I’d want to, I want more of him. He pulls away, brushes a hair from my cheek, and meets my eye. “Come to my place.” It’s not a question, but I nod in response.
Mick takes my hand in his and leads me toward his apartment. My brain races on the short walk over there. Hours ago, this was a fantasy I thought could never come true, but now here we are. My stomach flips over on itself in pure anticipation. I have no regrets. I haven’t been with anyone since my ex walked out on me. I need this…no, I deserve this.
We rush up the long stairway that runs next to the hardware store, and Mick unlocks the door. When he flicks on the lights, I’m surprised to see a nice, albeit sparse, apartment. Barebones, but great taste—and not cheap.
“I like your place.” I can barely get the words out before his arms are around my waist, once again pulling me so tight against his rock-hard length. I moan before I can stop myself.
“Thanks.” His lips brush against mine when he speaks, then he takes my purse and tosses it on the couch. I wiggle out of my jacket between kisses, then throw my arms over his sculpted shoulders. His rough palms work their way up my shirt, pressing against the soft flesh of my tummy. A wave of self-consciousness washes over me, but I push that shit down as soon as it arrives. Now is a time of pleasure, and I don’t need my own bullshit standing in the way.
“God, your body is perfect,” he says, working his way up to my tits. “I’ve been dying to touch you since the minute I saw you.” Not going to lie; this makes me feel better, more confident. I lean into his touch, giving myself fully over to him.
He palms my breasts over my bra, causing my nipples to harden into tiny diamond peaks. His hot, hungry mouth plants a trail of kisses along my neckline, and I erupt in full-body shivers. How can something so simple make me want to surrender myself completely?
Mick pulls my shirt over my head and reaches around to undo my bra. “Take down your hair,” he says, and I do as he tells me. My bright red waves cascade over my breasts. Mick takes a step backward and growls as his eyes dance up and down my body. “You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” The outline of his hardness threatens to burst through his jeans.
“Take off your pants.” He says as he pulls his flannel off and throws it onto the couch next to my purse. Feeling brave and ready to experience any and everything with him, I once again do as he says. When I start to take my panties down with them, he stops me. “No, baby.” His hand rests on top of mine. “Just your pants. I want you to leave those wet, silky panties on for me.”
“Okay,” I say, not quite understanding why, but also not giving a fuck. “If that’s what you want.”
He rubs himself over his jeans. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”
The room isn’t cold, but I shiver, standing there in only my panties. “Jesus Christ,” he says, taking me in with hooded eyes. “You are a fucking goddess.”
Heat rises to my cheeks. My ex and I had gotten into the habit of having sex quickly and in the dark. I’m almost dizzy with anticipation, continually telling myself to let go and have fun.
Mick grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. One glance at his toned, corded torso has me dying to touch him, to run my fingers up and down the grooves of his body. His physique is inhuman, and tonight it’s mine for the taking.
Mick points to the tiny dining room. “Get on the table,” he says, taking a step toward me.
“What?”
“You heard me, Charlie.” He runs his fingertips along my sides, and I gasp at his gentle touch. “I want you on that table so that I can feast on you.” He brushes my hair to the side and takes one of my puffy peaks into his mouth, nipping and sucking at me. My fingers fists the back of his hair, pulling him closer. With one hand, he cups my mound, teasing me.
“I can’t wait to taste you, baby.” He circles his tongue around my rosy peak, causing my knees to weaken. “And I want you spread wide so I can see you while I do it.”
Everything inside of me shrinks a bit. He really wants this? I tell myself that he’s got to be kidding, but when he looks up at me with that hungry look in his eyes, I know that he’s anything but.
I can’t seem to think straight, but I don’t think this is necessarily a time for coherent thought. Mick Toliver wants me, almost as much as I want him. What’s the hesitation? I pull away from him and climb up on the table, grateful that I still have my panties on—albeit not for long.
The way he looks at my body, licking his lips and rubbing himself over his jeans sends a wave of pure power through me. If I’m what Mick wants, why the hell wouldn’t I give it to him?
“I’ve been in prison for two years, Charlie.” He takes a step toward me as I part my legs just enough to give him a peek. “I’m pent-up, and I’m going to take it all out on you.”
I tease him, pull my panties to the side for a split second to give him a little preview. “Promise?” I ask, and Mick’s eyes light up before he lunges for me.