The rest of the guests had already departed, Gene and Nora had helped with the cleanup and Miles was on the couch, passed out after having drank the remaining of the whiskey. Charlie hovered over him, narrowed eyes and clenched fists. She looked liked she was planning his death, but no matter how angry Miles made her, she could never wish him any harm. She could, however, do the next best thing—at least in her book.
Miles gasped loudly, eyes wide open, as the pitcher full of ice cold water was dumped all over his face. He sat up as if at the push of a button and looked around after wiping the water off his eyes. “What the hell?”
“Where is he staying?” Charlie asked, noticing Nora had peeked her head into the living room after hearing the commotion. She looked at Miles again. He had his hands on his head like he’d just gotten hit. “Miles, you’re the only one who knows where Bass is staying.”
He grumbled and shook his head. “Why are you being so childish about this?” A hand ran over his hair as he slicked it back. “Look, I’m gonna have to agree with your mom on this one, Charlie. Why don’t you forget about him and find someone your own age to fool around with?”
Rachel came into the living room with a passive Ben trailing behind. He’d initially gotten angry upon finding out but compared to Miles and Rachel, he was way more compliant now. They stood there as mere spectators, waiting to hear Charlie’s explanation for what had transpired. She tilted her head, pursing her lips as her eyes flickered between them and Miles. There had never been a previous time when either of them ever questioned her relationship choices.
Charlie’s head began to shake. “I’m not doing this with you guys.”
“Honey, we know Bass. He’ll treat you like you’re a special snowflake and next thing you know, he’ll dump you for something newer. He’s like a child with new toys.” Rachel tried to sound sweet and caring but the venom in her words was glaring.
Danny entered the room quietly. He leaned against the wall and tried to be supportive from afar, a tiny smile greeting Charlie and making her feel a little more at ease. She took a deep breath and reiterated. “This is something between Bass and me.”
“Charlie–” Miles’s reply was cut off.
“No one else. Not you,” She told Miles, pointing an accusatory finger. “Not you, mom. Not dad, not anyone but me and him.” She glanced at the clock. It was almost 1 am. “And thanks to you, now I can’t even talk to him.” Miles looked away as if that last part hadn’t been addressed at him.
“I agree with Charlie.” Danny spoke up, arms crossed over his chest as everyone turned to look at him. “I think she should have a chance to talk things over with Bass. No one here has a right to tell her who she can and can’t see.” He looked lovingly at his sister. “It’s her choice. And if you guys are making a big deal about this based solely on their age difference, then you’re all nuts. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
Rachel placed her hands on her hips. “This is perfect. He’s turned everyone against us.”
“Don’t be overdramatic, Rachel. The kid’s right.” Ben said, looking at Charlie with understanding eyes. He turned to Miles, who was still seated on the couch. “Tell her what she wants to know, Miles. And Charlie,” He looked at his daughter, fatherly concern reflected at her, “I trust that you know what you’re doing.”
Charlie smiled wide, it was the happiest she’d been since Bass had left. She looked at Miles and repeated her question, “Where is he staying?”
The TV in the hotel room had been going for a while. Bass had turned it on as a way to distract himself from thinking of Charlie and the clusterfuck that had formed around them that night. As the minutes passed, he regretted more and more leaving her behind instead of staying and clearing things up with her. There were still so many things to address—where did they stand? Were they going to blow off their hook up as something insignificant? What would happen when she moved to Chicago? Did she like him enough to try something more? The questions just kept piling up in his head.
He noticed the busty blonde on the TV. It was an infomercial for an adult hotline. He furrowed his brow, reacting in pain, as he muttered to himself. “Yeah, I’m sure those girls look just like that.” He thought about reaching over, grabbing the remote, and changing the channel. But somewhere between thinking about it and actually doing it, his efforts dwindled.
His body slumped lower on the bed, his head resting on the fluffy pillow as he placed his hand over his defined abs. He looked down, noticing the slight bruise on his chest, right above his nipple. A smile spread over his lips, thinking of how he’d gotten it. He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing her lips on his skin, teeth scraping cautiously over his flesh. As his finger brushed over it, his urge to see Charlie again became even more overwhelming.
Whatever it was that was going on between them, he didn’t want to see it fade. He looked over at the clock, realizing it was too late to go back to the Matheson house at this point. But he promised himself it would be the first thing he did when he woke up.
The unexpected knock at the door caught him off guard. Bass kicked the sheets off of him, standing up from the bed and slipping on some pants over his boxers. He repositioned his slightly engorged cock inside, determined to hide behind the door if he had to open it. He looked through the peephole, behind the fish eyed glass, he caught sight of Charlie. She looked around impatiently, a black beanie on her head and a thick coat wrapped around her small frame. He could see her breath forming swirls whenever she breathed.
Bass’s heart began to sputter with excitement. He unlocked the door and opened it, immediately getting swept away by Charlie’s beauty. She was beaming, just as excited to see him.
“Charlotte, what are you doing here?” After letting her inside, he peeked out the door, checking to see if anyone else had come with her.
She laughed, “It’s just me, no one else is coming to finish the job.” He looked at his face, the bruise on the corner of his mouth was fresh but the blood from the cut had already dried. Her finger traced over it slowly, igniting a fire in him that threatened to engulf his whole being. He wanted her so badly, his hands were desperate to touch her again, but he knew he couldn’t go further without speaking with her first.
Charlie’s eyes trailed over his chest, taking in his shirtless form and then traveling even lower to where his boxers peeked from underneath his unbuttoned pants. She had to keep herself from reaching down to cup the bulge already present between his legs. The girl’s voice coming from the TV caught Charlie’s attention, she looked over his shoulder to get a peek.
“Are you watching porn?” Her tone was incredulous and maybe just a bit dismayed.
Bass looked back at the TV, the blonde from earlier was rolling around on a bed, twisting the cord of the phone between her fingers. He chuckled, “No, it’s just a cheesy infomercial.” He reached for the remote and turned it off.
His eyes searched for her pools of blue. Charlie looked back at him and bit her lip. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten about me already.”
He touched the side of her face, the warmth of his palm heating her cold skin. “Never.” He said softly, his mouth watering with the thought of kissing her.
She slipped off her coat and threw it over a chair before pulling off her beanie. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she inched a little closer to him. Her long-sleeve shirt molded around her tempting curves, stiff nipples pressing against the white fabric. Bass swallowed hard, realizing she wasn’t wearing bra. He placed his hands around her small waist.
Charlie’s mouth was radiating heat as it ghosted over his parted mouth. Bass licked his lips before speaking, “We need to talk.” The sound of his voice was hushed and sexy, it made her center ache with need.
Charlie smiled and nodded. “I know we do,” she whispered, “But I also just want you to do with me as you please.” Her words excited his already firm cock even more. In his mind he was already thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. “I want to be yours again.” Her tone was pleading and his hardness throbbed in response.
Bass wanted to hold back. He wanted to talk things over. He wanted to tell her that he wanted to give this crazy thing a shot and that he didn’t give a flying fuck about what her family thought about it. He wanted her. Only her.
“Maybe we should talk first...” He muttered, his lips providing feathery touches.
“Yeah, maybe we should.” She said, her breathing ragged and wanting.
A hand slid over his hard chest, her fingers tracing over the lines of his abs before they playfully pulled on the band of his boxers. Bass’s breathing intensified, feeling her hands so close to his stiff length. She trailed her fingertips back up his torso, finding the spot where she’d left her mark the night before. His nipples hardened, the skin around it forming goosebumps. Charlie smiled at him and kissed the area, her scalding tongue licking his skin.
“I really like you, Charlie.” He said, his eyes expressing adoration. “I really, really like you.”
She looked up at him and smiled, “And I really, really, really like you.”
Bass thought his words through, afraid that they might come across as territorial. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” He licked his lips. “I want to give this, whatever it is, a shot.”
Charlie was rendered speechless for a second. Was he actually asking her to be in a relationship with him? Her chest was bursting with joy at the possibility. “What? Like your girlfriend or something?” She asked shyly, still caressing the bruise on his chest with her fingers.
He lifted her off the floor, her feet leaving the ground and wrapping around his hips. “Or something...” He replied, pecking her lips in a teasing manner.
She brought her hands up to the back of his head, grasping his mesh of curls and deepening their kiss. Charlie could feel his legs moving, slowly traveling towards the bed. Her teeth pulled at the corner of his lower lip, trying to avoid the wounded side. Every time she kissed him, she could taste the copper and iron on her tongue, but he didn’t seem to care. The pain was nothing compared to all the other feelings flowing through his body.
Bass rested her on the bed and Charlie giggled as he crawled over her. His lips placed a light kiss on her nose, then her lips, before beginning to form a path over her jaw and down her neck, nibbling at the hollow area above her collar bone.
He glided his hands over her firm breasts, pulling on the shirt and tightening it over her chest. Her nipples were hard, and he bit down on them gently over the fabric, producing a moan from Charlie as his hot mouth made contact with them. His hands wrapped around her soft mounds, massaging them and pinching her buds between his fingers. The noises coming from her mouth were music to his ears.
Charlie’s core was aching and becoming more wet with every touch. His pulsing cock was rubbing against it, providing delicious torture . Her hand reached down, tugging at his pants and undoing the button on her jeans. Bass looked down at her attempts to dispose of their clothes and smirked.
He lifted her up to a seated position and began to pull up her shirt slowly. It was like he was unwrapping a finely enclosed present, uncovering inch after inch of her soft skin before finally revealing her perfect breasts. He peeled her shirt over her head, pulling on her rigid nubs with his fingers before enclosing them with his lips. He moved from one to the other, sucking and flicking his tongue over them.
She writhed with pleasure, holding his face close to her chest as she reveled in the feeling. When she lied back down, he went to work on her jeans, pulling them down her thighs.
“No underwear...” He noted, stripping her completely of the jeans. “I can’t help but think you came here with only one intention in mind, Charlotte.” The way he said her name made her shiver. It had never sounded more right on anyone else’s tongue.
Bass parted her legs, her glistening folds luring him in. He placed soft kisses over her smooth mound, and the surrounding areas. Charlie’s breathing hitched as his lips skimmed over her inner thighs. Every touch of his mouth was sweet agony.
His tongue finally found its way to her slit, and it delved in deeper, exploring her wet flesh from tip to bottom and plunging in and out of her tight opening. Charlie moaned and whimpered, her eyes watering as the satisfaction proved to be overwhelmingly fulfilling. She clutched her hands to the pillow, feeling his lips as they enveloped the bundle of nerves on her clit.
“Fuck...” Her moans became louder and incessant. A finger wedged into her wet center as he continued applying pressure with his tongue. “More,” Charlie begged, and he slipped in a second digit, his rhythm intensifying as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. It was only a matter of seconds before Charlie reached her climax. Her body snaked beneath him, her release bathing his fingers in a sheet of warm wetness.
She breathed heavily, still spinning from her elated state. Bass scattered kisses over her body until he reached her mouth. He kissed her, his cock searching for her entrance. “I’ll be just a second.” He warned.
“Wait.” Charlie said, coming to rest on her knees before he even got a chance to leave the bed. She smiled at him seductively, pushing him back down on the mattress. Lowering her upper body over him, she slipped further down, kissing the area below his belly button.
“I hope I do this right.” A tinge of blush covered her cheeks at the admission.
“You don’t have to.” He said, caressing her chin with his fingers.
Charlie shook her head, “I want to.” She grinned.
With parted lips, he awed at the sight before him. Her head bobbed up and down, each time her lips reaching closer to his throbbing cock. A deep exhale left his lips and his heart thumped harder as her tongue made contact with his tip. Her pink lips enveloped him, the suction intensifying as she began to take him in further into her scalding mouth.
Bass moaned, giving his approval as she continued worshipping his dick with her tongue. Her hand wrapped around his base, pumping him firmly as she relished in his taste. The constant ‘mmm’s were driving him crazy. He pushed himself up on his elbows, groaning in satisfaction and impressed by how well she knew how to handle him.
Charlie released him with a pop, licking his length from base to tip and then back down again. She began sucking the head once more, her tongue finding its way to his tiny slit as her hand continued to vigorously pump him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling and trying to keep himself from coming in her mouth. The fact that she was slurping him up and savoring every lick wasn’t helping one bit.
He touched the top of her head with one hand, “Okay, okay...”
She stopped. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No. On the contrary, you’re doing everything right.” Pulling her back up, he kissed her deeply and passionately before rolling her over.
The smile etched on his face remained there until he had glided the condom on and jumped back on the bed. Charlie spread her legs as he guided the tip of his length into her heated, wet opening. A moan left her lips as he entered her slowly, his thickness spreading her center and stretching her walls.
Bass began slipping in and out of her, each time going in deeper and reaching further into her core. He leaned down to kiss her, pumping into her with more force and using his hands to touch every inch of her radiant skin. Charlie’s legs rose above his head, her heels coming to rest on his muscular shoulders. She whimpered at the sensations this new angle provided, it was an endless state of bliss that she pictured herself living in forever.
While their initial encounter at the bar had been driven by insurmountable lust and the need to fulfill the curiosity of alluring strangers, this time, it was a reconnection filled with yearning and the promise of a lasting romance between them. Charlie held on to his words dearly, he wanted to give it a shot, and she—she closed her eyes and allowed herself to become consumed by what she was experiencing. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever made her feel more alive. And she also wanted so much more.
Maybe it was the thought of having a future with Bass that brought her over the edge, or maybe it was the way his cock plunged into her and nudged her sweet spot that made her come to completion, but Charlie’s body spasmed, rejoicing once again in the pleasure of her release.
After a few seconds she turned to her side, her silky bottom riding against his hardness before Bass drove into her again. The satisfied noises leaving his mouth as his breathing quickened added to the wanton frenzy her body was going through. Her bud was still pulsing, the delicious ache still lingering as his length penetrated her depths.
She could tell Bass was almost there. “Don’t come yet,” she said, her voice raspy and needy. “I want to look at you.”
Charlie retracted her ass, feeling his dick gliding out of her ever so slowly, the evidence of her completion glimmering on his sheath. She sat astride him, hovering over his length as she lowered herself into him at a leisurely pace. Her lips closed the distance between them, tongues searching for unexplored territory, while her hips bounced up and down. A low growl abandoned his throat, filling her mouth with moistened hot breath.
Placing her hands on his chest, she began alternating her pace. The position of her arms pressed her breasts together as they jounced along with her movements. Bass’s hands busied themselves with her curves. One hand reached behind, caressing her round ass, fingers running along edges in a titillating fashion. The other reached for breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling her hard nipples until she was heaving. heave
A collision of moans, whimpers and their whirling hot breathing filled the air around them. She looked down at him, his eyes hooded and his lips parted, chest rising and falling swiftly. He touched her face, lining her lips with his index finger. Charlie licked it with the tip of her tongue.
“Come for me, Bass.” Her plea came as a low cry as she reached her climax for a third time.
He dipped his finger into her mouth, and she continued her wave-like motion on his cock, while she sucked on his digit. Bass groaned, his body shuddering beneath her as he burst inside her. She continued riding him, slowing her pace until she finally stopped.
They kissed, tenderly this time and with a sweetness and care that left Charlie wishing for more. She smiled against his mouth.
“I still don’t know how I got so lucky.” Bass muttered, his hands calmly sliding over her ass. He stopped for a moment, removing one of them and cocking an eyebrow with a devious little glint in his eye. She smacked it playfully, enough for her to feel a little sting but not enough to cause any real pain.
Her eyes widened, “Ow! What was that for?” She slapped his shoulder in the same manner.
Bass kissed her, “Just something I’ve been wanting to do.” He chuckled, slapping it again. “And now, I wanna do a lot more.” He grind his teeth.
Charlie felt him growing harder inside her. It was a sensation she’d never experience before and while unsettling at first, it was overall deliciously erotic, setting her on fire all over again.
Morning broke a couple hours later, and Charlie was spent as she curled up next to Bass. Her center was equally tired from the satisfying pounding she’d received from his heavenly cock. They were both naked, body heat enveloping them underneath the covers.
Her head was tucked below his chin, as the sound of his heartbeat resonated next to her ear. She was already sleepy but she couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes until she calmed her thoughts.
Charlie looked up at him, eyes blue like the ocean and full of hope. “When you said you wanted to give this a shot...”
Bass smiled, beautifully beaming at her even through his visible exhaustion. “I want to make this work.” He said in a hushed voice. “You’ll be moving to Chicago in a few months, which will make things so much easier for us. But until then, I want to continue seeing you.”
“I’d like that.” She grinned. “A lot.”
He sighed happily, “I’ll talk with Miles and your parents.” His finger glided over the tip of her nose. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”
Charlie giggled, a fluttering sensation invading her chest and the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want to label the feelings that had so rapidly risen in her in respects to Bass but she knew that they were special, more than anything that had come before.
“And even if they don’t agree. It’s not like it matters much, anyway. Right?”
He smiled. “Right.”
Charlie snuggled up beside him again, hot breath on his chest. The possibility of a new beginning and the promise of something more between them put her mind to rest. Her arm wrapped around him, fingers gently caressing his back muscles as she closed her eyes. The new year was looking far superior than the last already.