J O R D A N
“Wanna try it out?”
I turned the toy in my hand, studying it. “You know how this works?” I asked, regretting the question as soon as it left my lips.
I didn’t want him to know how inexperienced I actually was.
He lifted himself off the couch, holding out his hand for me to take, but I jumped up, eagerly running to the bedroom instead. Hearing Charlie chuckle, I surprised myself by how excited I actually felt for some anal play. I was getting out of my comfort zone, but I found myself trusting Charlie with my body.
“Baby?” he asked, walking into the room, leaning against the doorpost.
“Tell me what to do,” I purred, kicking off my shoes.
Charlie ran his tongue over his bottom lip, raking his eyes over my body before he spoke. “Strip and get on the bed.”
Desire and arousal coursed through me, my panties undoubtedly already soaking wet by the sound of his demanding voice alone. I did as he said, quickly shedding my clothes before I crawled onto the bed, my eyes on Charlie as I laid down on my stomach.
“I have something else in mind first, so you can get used to the feeling, and we’ll go from there,” he explained as he took off his tie, placing it carefully on my dresser.
Fully clothed, he walked up to me, unbuttoning the top buttons of his white shirt as he stood at the foot of the bed.
My eyes roamed down his chest, following the buttons until I reached his belt, licking my lips as my eyes shot up to Charlie’s.
I liked this dominant side of him, just like I did the first time we met. I didn’t hesitate as I got on all fours, looking up at him, awaiting his next command.
Charlie quickly picked up on my enthusiasm, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, one hand combing through my hair.
“You like to be told what to do, huh?” he asked, hooded eyes dropping to my chest as I grabbed his belt.
He hummed, and I rolled my shoulders back, exposing my chest a little more, grinning at the attention I was getting.
“Well,” he cooed, pushing a stray curl behind my ear. “Undress me.”
Eagerly undoing his belt, I obeyed, unzipping his slacks.
The bulge in his boxers stared at me, ready to be touched— pleased.
“Go ahead,” Charlie mumbled, and I took off his underwear, rubbing my hands over his hips as I smiled up athim.
Leaning closer, I licked his tip, watching his eyes close slightly, his lower lip between his teeth again.
“Hmm.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, just before I was about to take him fully into my mouth.
“What?” I pouted.
“Turn around,” he replied, nodding to the headboard.
I did as he said, anticipation making the nerves in my stomach flutter, arousal still pooling between my legs.
Waiting for the next command, I closed my eyes, burying my fingers in the sheets.
Feeling the bed dip behind me, I gasped when his fingers crept between my folds.
“Charlie...” I moaned, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as he expertly swirled his fingers over my clit, his other hand grabbing a breast, massaging it.
“I love it when you moan my name.” I felt his hot breath against my neck as he spoke, goosebumps covering my arms from the sensation.
“You can make me moan it louder.” I smirked over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Charlie’s eyes, the icy blues a great contrast to the obvious fire in them.
“I know,” he groaned as he thrusted his cock into me, completely taking me off guard and almost making me fall forward.
“Charlie!” I half scolded, half chuckled, grabbing the headboard as he started to pump into me.
I couldn’t contain my moans, probably waking the neighbors as I cried out louder and louder. Charlie’s hips slapped against my ass, his fingers grabbing onto my shoulders and waist. He let out the occasional raspy groan, telling me he was enjoying it, too.
“Yes,” I breathed out, tightening my grip on the headboard. I shrieked when Charlie’s hand made painful contact with my ass.
Our pants and moans quickened, the two of us coming closer to our release, but Charlie had other plans, slowing down his movements.
I frowned when he moved one finger over my pussy, coating it in my arousal, but not actually rubbing my clit.
“Char— ah!” I bit my lower lip hard as he pushed the finger in my ass, the sensation foreign, but not unpleasant.
“How does that feel?” he asked, still slightly moving his dick in and out of me, waiting for me to answer.
“Good,” I breathed out, dropping my head and closing my eyes, pushing my ass against him, letting him know that he could go faster.
He grabbed my hair with his free hand and pulled hard, eliciting a gasp from my lips and forcing me to arch my back. “Words, Baby.”
“Faster! I’m sorry, faster.”
Charlie hummed in satisfaction, releasing my hair and brushing his fingers over my scalp. “Your wish is my command,” he cooed against my ear before he steadied himself again and quickened his pace.
He continued to press his finger in my ass as he slammed into me harder, confusing the fuck out of me— in a good way.
Why did this actually feel good?
“Come on, Baby,” Charlie rasped, his voice strained from our workout, as he sped up even more, pushing me over the edge, into paradise.
“Charlie!” I moaned loud, squeezing my eyes shut.
“That’s more like it!” he said, removing his finger and grabbing both hips to thrust into me a few final times before filling me.
The grunt that he let out as he came was almost enough to give me another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around my waist when he was done, the both of us dropping onto the bed.
“Step...one,” Charlie mumbled between breaths, his chest rising and falling quickly against my back.
I hummed, my eyes still closed, not really paying attention.
We stayed in that position for a few minutes, feeling each other’s heartbeat, before Charlie let me go.
He lifted himself from the bed, walking to his folded clothes and grabbed the tiny butt plug out of his pants pocket, turning to me with a smirk. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”
I turned onto my back, leaning on my elbows as I stared up at Charlie’s naked chest. He smirked and flexed, his eyes roaming my body as mine roamed his.
Rolling the plug through his hands, he walked up to me, grabbing the bottle of lube from my nightstand.
“Are you ready?” he asked, kneeling on the bed in front of me.
I got on all fours, pushing my ass in Charlie’s face and he chuckled.
“Okay, Baby. Relax.”
I heard the cap of the lube bottle and flinched when I felt Charlie rub some around my ass, before I felt the cold tip of the plug against me.
“Relax,” he breathed into my ear, his free hand sliding over my stomach to my core.
Moaning softly as Charlie began to rub my clit, I tried not to focus on the foreign object being pressed into my ass.
A few minutes later, the plug was in and I was laying on my back with my legs spread, Charlie’s fingers playing with my pussy. He watched me as I groaned and gasped, the strange sensation of the toy only adding to the pleasure.
“Oh, Charlie,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back and my hands grabbing the sheets tightly.
“Hmm, you like that?”
He quickened his pace, still applying the right amount of pressure on the little bundle of nerves as he brought me closer to my orgasm.
This was something I’ve never felt before, and I was pleasantly surprised that a little ass play would have such a good effect, contrary to what I initially thought.
“Yes!” I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut as Charlie made me come, every single muscle in my body tightening and my toes curling.
I took a second, my chest rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath.
“And?” Charlie asked.
He expected me to talk after that?
“Hmm,” I hummed, grabbing his face and pulling his lips to mine, feeling like a good make out session would really complete this day.
Charlie eagerly moved his tongue into my mouth, smiling against my lips as he deepened the kiss.
I gasped as he carefully pulled the plug out of me and chucked it on the towel that laid on the floor from this morning.
We got lost in each other again as I rolled on top of him, tangling our legs together and caressing his tongue with mine.
I pulled back to catch my breath, studying Charlie’s face. From his slightly swollen pink lips, the stubble that always tickled me, to his blue eyes, shocking me every time with their paleness. You could get a lot of information from them, the light orbs often telling you more about the man than he did himself. Yet right now, they were affirming what I already knew.
“What do you wear to a gala?” I asked, Charlie’s hand stopping mid air as he attempted to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
I got off the bed, opening my closet.
“Ashley invited me to the charity gala on Friday,” I explained, turning and resting a hand on my hip.
“This will be fun.” Charlie smirked devilishly, his eyes lowering ever so slightly to my naked chest.
“Charlie. I’m serious!”
“Well.” He scooted back to sit up against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest, flexing his muscles. “It’s for the World Wildlife Fund, and I believe the theme is Hollywood this year.”
I nodded, gesturing for him to go on.
“Just wear something long, classy,” —he wiggled his brows— “and a little sexy.”
I rolled my eyes.
What did I expect? This was Charlie.
“Fine, but any suggestions?” I asked, sliding a few hangers over the bar, searching for a particular red number that I had in mind.
“I’m not helping you pick,” Charlie retorted.
“Jordan!” Charlie scolded, covering his eyes with both hands.
“What?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“I want it to be a surprise,” he explained, and I chuckled, placing the dress back in my closet before closing it and walking back to the bed.
“It’s not a wedding dress, Charlie.”
He dropped his hands, revealing raised brows. “That’s not what I meant.”
An awkward silence settled between us, both avoiding the other’s eyes.
I knew he didn’t plan on getting married— especially not to me— and it was also something I didn’t see us doing, but the mere mention of a wedding dress made the room suddenly feel very uncomfortable.
Maybe, over the last couple of weeks the lines have become a little blurred, even though we both knew there were no feelings involved.
I quickly threw on a robe and walked into my tiny bathroom to brush my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror, not daring to let my eyes wander to the man in my bedroom.
I washed my hands, put on some face cream and tied my hair in a bun, flinching when I heard the front door close.
Did I already fuck things up?