Trusting my gut was one thing. Fucking her against a wall behind a casino was quite another.
If I had stopped for even one second I might have realized what a bad idea this was. But I didn't stop, couldn't stop. I was tearing open the condom before she even finished asking me to fuck her, and in my headlong rush I dropped it somewhere on the ground. "Fuck," I hissed.
"You clean?" she whispered desperately.
"I am." It was true. I got tested once a month
"I'm on the pill," she replied, nipping down on my shoulder. "I want you inside of me."
That shouldn't have been enough. I knew better than this. Except maybe I didn't because I was already pressing against her, my bare tip sliding against her slick pussy.
She hissed and arched her hips forward. I grabbed her leg and threw it over my arm, spreading her wide for me while with the other I gripped my cock. "You sure?" I asked, one more time, and maybe I was asking myself that question too. This was crazy.
But when I slipped inside of her, all thoughts of caution abandoned my head. "Jesus, Charlie," I growled as I sank all the way inside. "You're so fucking tight."
"Oh my god," she moaned in my ear. "It's been... fuck you feel so..."
Her words died away into incoherent babble that only had me harder for her. I'd always believed I was the one in charge in the bedroom. Of course I never left a woman needy, but there was never a question of who was fucking who.
Maybe it was the fact that we weren't in a bedroom, we were up against a wall in the shadows behind a dumpster. Or, more likely, it was this woman in particular that had me feeling so off-kilter. Because as hard as I was fucking her — and there was no denying that I was a fucking animal, driving myself deeper and deeper, making her feel each punishing inch — she was fucking me right back.
Her hands were everywhere, clawing, kneading and scratching. Her mouth was on mine, licking and sucking and biting. Her legs were wrapped around me so tight I was panting, and still she clutched tighter. From somewhere outside of myself I realized that for the first time I might have met my match — a girl as hungry and driven and forceful as me — and the thought drove me so fucking wild that I was getting close before I wanted to be, already poised to plummet over the edge before I'd even fully enjoyed the climb.
"Fuck, girl," I panted as I slowed, deepening my strokes and forcing myself to calm down. "You're a wild thing, aren't you?"
"So close," she yelped, clinging to me, her hips undulating a sinuous curve against me.
"I want to feel you come," I whispered, pressing my lips down on hers to swallow her moans. "I want to feel that tight pussy clamp down on my cock." I reached down, pressing my thumb to her clit which made her hiss against my mouth. "Can you come for me right now?" I almost begged. "I need to feel it. Give it to me, Charlie, let me fucking hear it..."
The sound that tore from her throat was one I swore I'd heard in my dreams before. She yelped and smashed her mouth into mine to muffle the scream that rippled up from her. "Yesss," I hissed, almost inaudible as my tongue found hers. "I feel you, god you're tight, you're so hot you're going to burn me up, sweet thing. I think I'm already on fucking fire." She yelped louder as I drove into her harder and harder. I was fucking her way too rough for our first time together, but the fact that she was taking everything I had and still wanting more had me so hard I was vibrating and suddenly I had to pull back. "Fuck," I grunted, my sense returning at the last possible second, and I pulled back with a long, heavy groan. Her hands roamed my body as I spilled myself against her thigh, painting her soft skin with my cum.
"Fuck," I repeated, because words seemed to have abandoned me.
"Fuck," she agreed. Her tight grip on my neck loosened and she slid back down the wall. In the low light, I saw her bite her lip and shimmy her dress back down again, over that spot on her thighs where I had lost control. Something about knowing she was still wearing my cum had me semi-hard again already.
"That was..." I didn't have a word for what it was.
"I know," she breathed, sighing and letting her head fall back against the wall.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to thank her. I wanted to ask her out for a drink now, make sure this night never ended. I wanted to carry her back to my hotel on foot and lay her down on soft sheets with the lights on while I watched her face. I opened my mouth to tell her just that.
And her phone rang.
"Fuck," she said, with a completely different intonation.
"Leave it," I begged.
But she was already pulling it from her purse. "It's the sitter," she hissed. "Maisie," she said into the phone. "What's up?"
And then all at once she was rushing away from me, yanking her skirt down over her thighs as she jammed her phone against her ear.
I chased after her. What else could I do? Zipping my fly, and with the aftershock of the intensity of our fucking still thrumming in my ears, I sprinted after Charlie as she raced through the parking lot.
Her sandals slapped against the pavement, but I was faster. I caught up with her in ten strides and put my hand on her arm. She whirled around and for a second I was worried that she was going to hit me, but I needed to know. "Charlie, what?" I pleaded.
She yanked her arm away. "I need to go," she said, and all of the spontaneity and freedom in her voice was gone. She turned away, pressing the phone back to her ear again. "How high is his fever?" she repeated to whoever was on the other line.
My hot blood suddenly ran cold. Her son. I'd almost forgotten she had a kid. How could I have forgotten?
"I'll take you," I whispered, not wanting to interrupt.
She looked up at me with her eyes still wide, and nodded without saying anything, still listening to her phone. I rested my hand on her back and gently led her across the parking lot as she listened still, asking a question every so often. She didn't say a word to me, even as I opened the door for her. She just slid inside, her face a tight mask of focus. She nodded a few more times. Then she hung up with the promise to be there as soon as she could.
I drove her in silence for a few moments, worried about interrupting whatever it was that was running through her head. I could only guess.
But then she let out a long, slow hiss. "Fuck," she whispered, and I wasn't entirely sure she meant for me to hear.
"Tell me which way to go," I said quietly.
"I shouldn't have..." She trailed off and then suddenly she let out a low growl and slammed her head on the back of the head rest.
"Hey!" I said. "Don't do that to yourself!"
"I'm so shit at this," she breathed. "Fuck, how could I have left him?"
"You deserve to have a little fun," I reminded her quietly.
She turned, and her eyes flashed, blazing in the street lamps. "Easy for you to say," she said tightly. "You don't have anything to worry about do you?"
"You don't know that," I reminded her, just as tightly. "You really don't know anything about me."
"Same," she replied.
I wanted to protest. I wanted to tell her I knew everything about her, that I learned all I needed to know feeling her fall to pieces from the inside out. I knew she was strong as hell, but didn't trust her own judgment. I knew she was feisty and driven, but terrified of success. I knew she had a hell of a lot of guilt about being a mother for whatever reason, but that her fierce love for her son outweighed all of it. I knew all of these things and I’d known her for a less than a day. How could she not know me?
I pressed down on the accelerator a little more, driving way too fast through the darkened streets, but Charlie didn't say a word. She only sat stiffly, occasionally jamming her fingers on the armrest.
The sitter's house was ablaze was light, and we'd hardly slowed and pulled into the driveway before Charlie had the door open and was off and running to the front door. It swung open and she ran inside without looking back to check and see if I was staying with her.
But even though I needed to sleep and pack and get ready for my flight tomorrow, for some reason I still stayed put.