“You don’t have neighbors anymore, right?” Charlie asks as he follows me down the short hallway to my apartment door, his hand firmly planted on my lower back, all but pushing me along.
“Well, considering Betha is over at your mom’s with her and Georgie tonight, it’s safe to say it’s just you and I in the building tonight. The beauty of a duplex,” I say with a chuckle. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this date night, but Charlie has been dropping hints he’s ready for more for a while now, not to mention how the man couldn’t keep his hands to himself while we were at dinner earlier tonight. I know I have been hesitant to push for more; the guy thought he was straight a month ago, for god's sake! But when he flashes those fucking baby blues my way, I know I will give that man anything.
He chuckles beside me as we reach my door, and I fumble with the lock. “Good,” he says, kissing the back of my neck.
I hum at the feel of his warmth against me and his soft lips teasing below my ear. “Why’s that?” I ask, distracted and forgetting all about the task at hand.
“Just making sure you aren’t going to get us arrested tonight,” he teases, and I can feel his grin against my skin.
“Okay, okay, horndog. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I say, shrugging him off of me and returning to my task of unlocking the apartment door. When I finally get it open and step inside, I turn back to him with a smirk. “I believe I was promised a movie that doesn’t involve cartoon princesses or talking animals.”
Charlie grumbles as he steps inside, but I know he's on board from the teasing glint in his eyes. Apparently, the desire to do anything for the other person is a quality we share in this relationship.
We quickly settle in, kicking off shoes and tossing jackets over the back of kitchen chairs before tumbling onto the couch in a heap, both reaching for the remote on the coffee table.
“Nope,” he says, snatching the remote and tucking it behind his back as I make another grab for it. “You chose last night. It’s my turn.”
“Watching Labyrinth with my six-year-old doesn’t count as choosing!” I argue, ducking to the side to reach for the remote again.
“Pretty sure getting to stare at David Bowie’s junk in those pants all night counts,” he says, the teasing glint in his eyes making my stomach swoop. I can see where this is going, and dammit, if I have any will to resist him left.
“Totally doesn’t count. And I wasn’t the one remarking on said package all damn night,” I shoot back, no heat behind the words.
“That’s beside the point. Even Georgie agreed with me his pants, and I quote, ‘look weird,’” he says with a grin, passing the remote from one hand to the other and holding it out to the side, out of my reach.
I jump for the remote, trying to grab it from him, but he leans back, keeping it out of my reach and causing me to land in an awkward heap sprawled half across his chest and lap. “Oh my god, you are such a child,” I laugh.
Without acknowledging my awkward position or my words, Charlie turns to look at the TV, his arm still stretched out as far away from me as it can as he flicks on the screen and starts scrolling through Netflix without a care.
“You really don’t have to fight me on this, you know,” I say, attempting to sound annoyed but failing miserably as I press back up to sitting, my hand on his thigh for leverage.
“But it’s more fun this way, babe,” he says, shooting me a wink over his shoulder. That one word, that endearment, has my breath catching and my hand flexing involuntarily against his thigh. It’s the first time he’s called me something like that, and it does something to me. My heart twists, and my stomach flips, and I can’t hold back a smile.
Not wanting to let my suddenly sappy mood ruin the playful atmosphere, I tuck those feelings into the back of my mind for later, and continue with this ridiculous fake battle for the remote. “Let me see it,” I say, reaching out.
“Not gonna happen,” he says, holding it just a little farther away.
We grapple with each other. He’s bigger than me and stronger, but not by much, and what I lack in height or reach, I make up for by being scrappier and more determined. We roll off the couch, landing on the floor with a loud thud as I finally wrestle the little device away from him. My head bounces off the rug when we land, not hard enough to hurt or do any real damage but enough to stun me for a second. Just long enough for my grip on the remote to loosen. Charlie pulls it free, holding it over our heads, out of my reach, his other arm pressing my chest into the floor.
“Ha!” he crows.
My eyes narrow. “I will not lose.” I lunge upward, knocking him off balance and down onto the rug. He’s stunned, the breath rushing out of him, and I take the opportunity to grab his wrist and try to force the remote out of his grip.
“Fuck!” he swears, struggling to maintain his hold. “Give it up already!”
“Never!” I declare dramatically.
His knee comes up between us, barely missing making contact with my crotch. I grunt instinctively, momentarily distracted, but it gives him the chance he needs. He bucks and twists his body, rolling me off him. I let go of his arm and land heavily on my back again. He’s quick, springing up to standing, his feet on either side of my hips.
“Ha!” he crows again, waving the remote above his head. “I win.”
I look up at him, my eyes raking along the tall expanse of his body as he looms over me, appreciating every inch. When my gaze finally meets his, there’s no mistaking the heat in mine. “Are you sure?”
He blinks. “Uh, yeah. I have the remote.”
“Then drop it,” I say, my voice a husky purr as I slowly trail my hands over the tops of his feet, up his ankles, and begin making my way up his calves.
I see him visibly swallow as he watches me, his gaze heating but still a little uncertain. One part of him clearly isn’t uncertain, though, judging by the rapidly growing bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Why?” he croaks, his eyes never leaving mine.
Slowly, I contract my stomach muscles and crunch up, my hands trailing from his calves, over the back of his knees, and resting on the outside of his thighs as I come to sit. “I have a better idea for something we can do,” I say with an evil smirk.
“Oh,” he says.
The remote drops from his fingers, bouncing on the rug.
I smirk, leaning forward, my fingers tensing against his thighs as I brush my nose over the bulge in his jeans that’s now perfectly at eye level.
He groans, letting his head fall back on his neck, his hands clenched into fists and unclenching at his sides.
“This is better than Netflix, isn’t it?” I murmur against him, intentionally exhaling against his jeans as a ghost my lips over him, letting him feel the heat of my breath through the fabric.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
“You on board?” I ask, my hands skimming up to cup his ass and lightly squeeze.
“Yes,” he moans, his head falling forward, his chin dropping to his chest as he looks down at me, meeting my gaze once again.
With a grin, I move my hands from his ass and quickly tug open his belt and pop open the button of his jeans before leaning up and snagging the zipper with my teeth. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly tug his zipper down, watching as his eyes darken and his pupils blow wide with desire with each click of the little metal teeth as they come undone. His fists are clenching and unclenching in a rapid rhythm and his breaths are coming in quick pants by the time I’m done.
“Fuck, Cal,” he groans, sounding almost pained.
I smirk up at him while my hands move to tug at the waistband of his jeans and tight black boxer briefs beneath. “Want me to stop?” I tease.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he all but growls, some of his control finally snapping as he brushes my hands away and shoves down his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, leaving them bunched at his knees. His perfect cock slapped against his stomach with the move, leaving a small wet spot on his gray tee from the precum already pooling at the tip. It stood proudly from a nest of neatly trimmed curls at his groin, deliciously long and perfectly thick. My mouth watered at just the look of him, desperate for a taste.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I breathe, leaning in close and letting my warm breath tickle the sensitive skin of his balls, making him shudder. My hands ghost over his thighs, the coarse hairs there raising with goosebumps as I skim my palms over them and back around to grip his ass. Tilting my face up just slightly, I run my tongue up the underside of his erection before swirling my tongue around the head, already swollen and an angry reddish purple with desire.
“Fuck Cal…” Charlie pants, but his words die away when the tip of my tongue dips into his slit, lapping up the sweet little bead of precum that wells up to meet me there. I hum in satisfaction, sucking the head between my parted lips.
“Holy shit,” he chokes out, his hands giving up the fight of restraint and tangling into my hair. I chuckle as I watch Charlie’s eyes roll back in his head and feel the muscles under my hands tremble, his legs threatening to give out. “You’re going to make me cum so fast, baby,” he groans from above me.
I pull back, the tip of his cock leaving my lips with an obscene pop. I grin up at him. “Nah, just getting started.”
Before he can respond, my tongue circles the tip of his cock again, once, twice, before I lean in again to press closer, swallowing his entire length, hollowing my cheeks, and sucking hard.
“Fuck!” he gasps, his muscles spasming under my palms and his fists tugging sharply at their hold in my hair. I hold him there, his cock pressing into my throat as my nose nestles against the soft curls at his groin, reveling in the feel of him filling me like this, dreaming of feeling this full in other ways soon as well. After a moment, I feel his muscles relax just that little bit, enough to tell me he isn’t right on edge at least, and I take that as my cue to move. Releasing the suction just slightly, I pull back on his length, dragging my lips and swirling my tongue as I go, letting my eyes drift close as I find a rhythm.
“Damn, you look fucking perfect with your lips stretched around my cock,” Charlie groans, and I hum around him in contentment. I can’t deny that a little part of me worried he would freak out when we really got down to it. Still, judging by the sounds he’s making and the steel pipe of a dick currently prodding at the back of my throat, I think we are in the clear on that front.
Using my hold on his ass, I move over his length, encouraging him to move with me and fuck my face if he wants. I take him deep, sucking, slurping, and moaning as he takes my hint and uses his hold on my hair to take some control of my movements. It doesn’t take long before I feel the telltale swelling of the head of his cock and ease off, knowing he’s on the edge but unwilling to let him fall over just yet.
He groans in protest but loosens his grip on my hair enough to let me move.
“Fucking hell, slow down, I’m right fucking there,” he pants.
“I know, but I like sucking you,” I tease, pulling my mouth away and grinning up at him.
“God, you fucking tease,” he growls before leaning down, his lips meeting mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and making me moan. He kisses me breathless, devouring me and swallowing each moan and groan he drags from me.
Finally, he breaks the kiss, using his hold on my hair to tug my head back further, exposing my neck to him. I watch his eyes follow the movement of my Adam’s apple as I swallow before he meets my eyes again, staring down at me with more raw need and hunger than I have ever seen from another person.
“You know,” he says, his voice like gravel. “This would be easier if we were both naked.”
“Is that so?” I ask, raising a brow in challenge.
“Damn right,” he says, straightening to stand and taking an awkward step back, his jeans around his knees hindering his movements. “Up,” he growls at me.
“Demanding, aren’t we?” I tease, scooting back a bit to pull my legs out from between his feet.
“Yes. And I don’t hear a complaint.”
“Not a one,” I say, grinning up at him as I go to stand.
“Good, now come ‘ere,” he says, reaching for me again.
“You always like this?” I ask with a laugh as I let him tug me against him, our chests pressing together as his arms come around me.
“Sometimes,” he admits with a grin.
“I like it.”
“So do I,” he murmurs, nuzzling against my jaw. His hands wander from my back, over my ass, pausing to knead the muscles there for a moment before coming around to tug at my belt.
“Off,” he demands, his lips finding the soft spot behind my ear as he gets my belt buckle undone.
“What, in some kind of hurry?” I ask, my hands doing some wandering of their own, finding their way under the hem of his tee to tease at the firm muscles of his back.
With a growl he takes a step back, shooting me a glare. “Pants. Off. Or I won’t touch your cock. I’ll make you watch.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge.
“Don’t test me, baby.”
Christ. I can’t hold back the full body shudder at his words. Baby. Fuck. The words make my balls ache. Something about that one word makes me lose any and all composure. I lunge forward, kissing him, our lips and tongues colliding and clashing. His hips buck against me, his hands fumble with the fastening of my jeans as I tug at the hem of his shirt, attempting to ruck it up and off him without breaking the kiss.
Before my brain registers the move, Charlie gives me a shove and sends me tumbling back against the couch, his body following mine down as he tugs my jeans down and off, and then he’s laying over me, our tongues tangling again as our hips grind together, our cocks rubbing in a delicious friction.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I gasp, arching up under him, the feeling of his erection against mine sending me cross-eyed with the pleasure of it. “Fuck me,” I plead. I hadn’t meant to say it, to beg for it. Hell, I hadn’t gone into the date tonight expecting it to happen regardless of configuration, but now, with his solid weight against me and his heated cock driving against mine, I can’t imagine tonight going any other way. I need him. Need his cock. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve had anything even remotely that satisfying anywhere near me, and there is no way I am letting another minute go by without claiming every damn inch of what I want.