Into the Light, page 18
part #2 of Dark Angel Series
“What are we watching?” I asked whilst shoving an eggroll into my mouth.
“Bring It On.”
“Nice... the cure to Friday night blues.”
The movie started and we sat there watching, occasionally commenting at our usual places.
“Hurry up get them out!” Charlie said as I stood up.
I raced to my closet and pulled them out; I threw a pair over to her just in time.
“Give me a T!” we cheered in unison.
We laughed as we did our usual skit, pom poms in hand, we mimicked the movie just like we always did.
After the movie finished we somehow got stuck watching infomercials again till Charlie wanted to buy a steam mop; seriously even I wanted the mop and that’s saying a lot since I have a cleaner!
I sat there, snuggled into my best friend. Like nothing had changed, but everything had.
I knew life would be different. As I glanced over at her I noticed how different she looked. Apart from that ‘I’ve been fucked like crazy’ look, she was glowing, and her smile, it was flawless. She looked over at me and winked. She was happy. I finally knew now what it meant when people say that another person’s happiness was essential to your own. It made me think maybe I should give Miguel another go. I mean he was happy because he came. I should be happy because he is happy. My body shuttered as I thought about the funky spunk again.
“You okay? Swallowed something bad?” Charlie asked innocently.
I let out a loose laugh, nearly choking on my wonton. Serves me right.
“Actually, I did. Let me tell you about my Tuesday night but first, dip that wonton straight into that vinegar mixed with fish lemon sauce thing.”
She followed my instructions, scrunching her face and sticking out her tongue as she realized how bad it was. Grabbing the water she tried to wash it down but ended up gargling for a moment.
“Fuck, E, that was...” She let out a cough “that was fucking sour!”
“Right, so now that you tasted that, let me tell you about my night with Miguel…”
Chapter 16
Charlie
“Welcome home, roomie!”
He scratched his jaw, trying to hide the smile that had been on his face since last night. After a tiring drive back into the city, we were officially home. And I officially had a live-in husband. It was exciting, and I could barely contain it. But I had no idea what I was doing; I had never lived with a man before, except, of course, my dad. Wait, let me rephrase that - I had never lived with an unbelievably drop dead gorgeous man that made me weak in the knees so much that I wanted to hump his leg like a dog in heat. Wait, did I just call myself a dog?
“Roomie... Hmm, did you secretly consume some sugar on the way here? You're extremely hyperactive." he teased as he placed our bags down beside the end table.
“Nope, just high on love...”
“Oh, that was kind of corny,” he laughed.
“Wow, so it turns out that I'm not one of those ‘I love you and I’ll post it on Facebook so everyone can see it’ kinda chicks?”
“You lost me.”
“Oh, I forgot you refuse to join the rest of our generation and get on the Facebook bandwagon. There are some people who constantly write on their partners’ walls how much they love them. It annoys the shit out of me so Eric purposely does it to me all the time now.”
“Firstly, what the hell is a wall? Secondly, don't think that because we are ‘roomys' I am opening a Facebook account.”
“Will you tweet with me?” I asked, batting my eye lashes.
“It's funny how you think that you'll have time for all that bullshit.” He pulled me into him and placed his hands under my thighs lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around him. Leaning me against the wall, his lips forcefully found mine. I craved him, even more so than last night, wondering how this man could do this to me, every time.
He pulled my top over my head, leaving me in my bra while his hands feverishly squeezed my breasts, making my body convulse. I couldn't possibly come again, could I?
Not after five hours of slow love making last night.
Not after the five (but turned into fifteen minute) quickie this morning.
Not after the blow job on the interstate.
Not after the rest area stop in the middle of the interstate.
And yet here we were again, ready to explode like it was the first time we had touched in years. He lifted my skirt, sliding his hands along my ass cheeks before cupping them firmly. His lips never leaving mine, and yet somehow I managed to get his jeans undone. Damn, I was getting good at this. I slid my hands into his jeans and freed his cock. So hard but smooth, I stroked it slowly, feeling him buckle under my touch. With shallow breaths, I tugged on his ear gently with my teeth, "I could get use it… this fucking on tap.”
He paused, catching his breath. His fingers now tracing my lips and trailing down my body till he found that spot, the one that made me weak in the knees, the one that possessed every inch of my body causing it to ache until I couldn't take it anymore. His hand sliding against my clit so effortlessly as the pool of wet drenched his fingers.
“This is how I always want to find you, soaking wet, ready, knowing that you ache just as much as I do. I want you squirming around me, I want you to want me every moment we are together.”
The sound of his voice, his dirty voice, piling on the pleasure. Driving me to that point of no return when everything dirty crossed my mind and I wanted to do everything to his body in the roughest way possible.
“This is how I always want to find you,” I repeated stroking his cock, its hard form throbbing against my small hands “Hard, throbbing, knowing that you ache just as much as I do. I want YOU squirming in me, I want you to want me every moment we are together.”
His eyes wild, understanding he needed from me what I needed from him. Unable to resist, he slammed his cock inside me causing me to gasp. He continued to watch me, our eyes on each other. This time we remained silent, but I could see it in his eyes, he was close. His movements sped up till I felt that final thrust and he screamed my name, his grip leaving red marks on my arms. It was all I needed as I followed him down this splendorous path of pleasure.
We held onto each other, our bodies covered in sweat against the wall. Carefully he placed me down, my legs wobbly and unable to hold me up. I held onto his forearms, trying to balance myself. His muscles were so defined, fuck he was so friggin hot. Calm down Charlie, he is yours and you can bang that wang anytime you want. Oh for fuck’s sakes, I knew Eric’s catchphrase would catch on, much to my mortification.
“Are you sore?” he asked as he pulled out and I winced slightly.
“My head is from the wall banging, but I'm assuming you must be referring to my beaver in which case the answer is not yet.” I winked, which was met by a laugh.
“We still have tonight and tomorrow and the day after, Mrs. Edwards.”
His words once again went straight to that place, causing me to contract, and that feeling of cum oozing down my leg became hard to ignore. I excused myself and went to bathroom to clean myself up. Wow, how on earth could he cum so much... I mean, like, isn't it supposed to get less every time?
“Okay, time for the grand tour!” I announced as I bounced back into the living room. “Welcome to the living room. This is how you work the TV.”
“Charlotte, I know how to work a TV.”
“Okay, how about the DVD?” I asked teasingly.
“I'm pretty confident I can get my masters in all electronic device handling.”
“Well, let’s move onto the kitchen then.”
“How about you show me OUR bedroom?” His tone changed; aw shit it was his seductive tone. I squirmed, just like he wanted.
“Sure... follow me roomie.”
I pulled his hand but instead he wrapped them around my waist, placing soft kisses on my neck. Distracted, I introduced the bedroom but knew he had other ideas.
“Take all your clothes off,” he demanded.
I stood there, following his request. Naked in front of him, I couldn’t help but feel sexy as his eyes looked so desperate, fighting some sort of internal battle. He continued to gaze at me, whilst tracing his fingertips down my torso, the goose bumps apparent as I closed my eyes, savoring his touch.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes, I wanted to watch him.
“Lie down, in the middle of our bed and spread your legs as wide as you can.”
I loved it when he used the word our. How can such a simple word have so much meaning behind it? How can that one word define a whole relationship? I followed his instructions and lay on the bed, my head against the pillow as I half sat up on my elbows and spread my legs wide before him.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching me, watching my pussy. Like a lion hungry for its prey, he licked his lips and I couldn’t stop my hand wandering down to graze my swollen clit, letting out a small cry as the two came into contact. Placing a hand on my knee, he pushed my legs further apart. “This is the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. So fucking perfect... always so ready for me.”
Lowering himself down, he traced his tongue along the inside of my thigh. My body waiting in anticipation, he knew how much I wanted him to just go straight for my clit but instead he continued to tease me, blowing softly against my pussy. Tilting my head back, I lifted my hips desperate for him to taste me. But no of course Lex was all about self-gratification and in this case he was happy teasing me while I went insane waiting.
“So eager... what exactly is it that you want?”
I blurted out what I was thinking, because I was impatient and wanted him. “I want your head between my legs. I want you sucking every inch of my pussy. I want to hear you moan, know that you can’t get enough. I want you to thrust your fingers inside me, in every hole…really hard. I want to cum and I want you to lick every inch of my pussy clean.”
He stood in front of me, his devilish grin taking over “My dirty girl... your wish is my command.”
…
“So, I must really suck as a tour guide then?”
“Mmm let’s just say your audience had other things on their mind.”
“Lex?”
“Mmm...” he hummed.
Okay, so I don't know why I was going to bring this up, why I decided that this would be a perfect time to open up a can of worms, open that dark closet, the one you dread because it's full of spiders and other scary creatures. Except for mine wasn’t, just full of other men.
“When are we going to talk?”
“About?” he asked.
“Everything.”
“Be more specific”?
“I don't know. I just feel like we haven’t talked about other things and I’d rather get this out now. I don't want you speculating and conjuring up your own thoughts on certain situations.”
He shifted up, looking at me cautiously, but instead I faced the other way and pulled him into me with my back against his chest. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, they gave away everything.
“About the past...Julian.”
“Charlotte...” he warned.
“I get it Lex, you’re a guy. You don't need to hear this and you have some inbuilt capability of being able to box things off, ignore and move on. But I'm a woman. It’s part of my genetic engineering to talk about these things.”
He remained silent so I continued to talk. “I did love him, Lex, but it was a different love. More like comfort love. He was everything on paper you would want from a man”
His body clenched, but I pulled him in tighter. “Every time I got close to a man, it felt wrong. Every first date I had that nagging feeling. I knew why, I just never admitted it to myself, but Julian made it easy, maybe too easy. But I didn't want that. When I saw you in the restaurant, it all made sense. I knew at that moment it couldn’t be anyone else but stubborn Charlie wasn't going down without a fight.”
“I have never been so jealous in my entire life,” he spoke quietly. “It drove me to do things so out of character for me. It cost me a lot, with my business.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, kissing his forearm.
“It consumed me, this jealously. It was ugly and I was nothing but a dickhead to everyone around me.”
“Kate,” I murmured.
“Yes, Kate. She definitely was first in the firing line. Honestly, I had no idea you were her friend with the 'fucked up love life'…”
“I had no idea you were hot boss in love with a girl you couldn’t have.”
He hugged me tighter, spreading his hands on my stomach, the gentle caresses on our baby warming my heart. He wanted this as much as I did.
“I never did brunettes.”
“Huh?” I asked in confusion.
“You always said I preferred blondes but that wasn't the reason behind it. After you, I couldn't go near a brunette. It reminded me too much of you and each time it got harder to climb out of that depressive self-destructive spiral.”
“Why didn’t you look for me?”
“Why? Because I wasn’t stupid, I knew how I left you, and as more time passed the more I knew you would move on, despite what I wanted. Charlotte, this right now, this is what I’ve dreamt about since the moment we ran into each other in my parents’ kitchen. I am so happy right now it actually fucking hurts, because I don't know what to do with myself. I’m obsessed with you, every part of you. You are my addiction, but one I never want to stop.”
“Then I’m glad I’m not the only one. You are so stuck with me for life. Let’s be obsessed together forever.”
“Oh, that sounds like a bad eighties song,” he laughed, but continued. “I couldn't think of a better way to put it, let’s be obsessed together forever.”
I awoke the next morning when my alarm clock threatened me with its abrupt beeping. Six am, too early. I rolled over expecting to find Lex, but the bed was empty. The smell of coffee lingered in the air. I headed for the shower, got changed and ready for work. I chose a simple loose blouse, although loose being the operative word because the ladies were barely behaving themselves. Damn pregnancy hormones.
“Good morning, roomie.” I smiled as I walked into the kitchen. Lex looked so delicious in his dark grey suit. Too delicious and I had just applied my lipstick was my first thought.
“Good morning. Take the glasses off.”
“But I need them to read?”
“Are you reading now?”
“Well, no, but it’s just easier to wear them all the time.”
He folded his newspaper, placing it on the table. I'd be a fool not to notice the giant hard-on he was currently sporting. “Those glasses, make me want to bend you over on this kitchen bench, take your perfect, firm ass in my hands, and fuck you till you tell me to stop. BUT I have an 8am meeting across the city, so for now it’s easier if you just take them off.”
“Well, Mr. Edwards,” I spoke in my seductive ‘I can be that hot librarian you want to fuck’ tone. “How about we settle for me getting down on my knees and sucking that beautiful cock that is waiting hard for me?” I unbuckled his pants and pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free before me.
His hands rested on my shoulder. I watched him watch me as I slowly slid his cock into my mouth. He groaned, gripping on my shoulder tighter, his breaths uneven as I took him in deep, relaxing my throat muscles to allow him to go further.
“Fuck... take it in deeper,” he muttered under his breath.
Knowing he wanted more, knowing that he was coming undone drove me on. It made me want him to remember this moment for the rest of his day, when he sits in meetings trying to concentrate on important matters. I wanted this image engrained in his mind. Placing my hand on his shaft, I pulled his cock up and down whilst moving it in deeper. His body shook before he gripped onto the table causing the milk to spill followed by “I’m coming... I’m fucking coming.” With warning I sucked harder, enjoying the taste of him that filled my mouth. As his body slowed down, I slowed down my movements, licked the tip of his cock clean.
“Jesus, you know how to give head,” he said breathless.
“Well, it helps that you have the most perfect and deliciously inviting cock in the universe.”
“Come here,” he commanded, patting his lap after he buckled his pants.
I sat on his lap and placed my arms around his neck. He smelled so good...so damn good that I caught myself closing my eyes and inhaling his scent.
“Did you just sniff me?”
“Uh… ummm, yep.”
“I don’t want to be away from you for the next ten hours,” his voice remained still but I could see that he was struggling.
“I love you. Nothing will change in the next ten hours, especially that. We need to get back to the real world.” Stroking his face I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his face.
“I want to see the baby.”
Laughing, I didn’t understand his request. “Sorry sweets, but you kinda got to wait till it comes shooting out of my vagina.”
He paused, like he was trying to find the right words. “I meant I want to see the baby... you know, in an ultrasound. I want to hear the heart beating.”
I looked at him, trying to figure out what he wanted, what exactly was bothering him. “What's wrong?” I asked, looking into his eyes. I needed him to be honest.
“I need to know this is real, that this isn’t a dream. I want to hear our baby's heartbeat; I need to confirm with my own ears that it’s beating strong.” Bowing his head, it took a moment to click. He was scared, that first of all this was the only reason we were together and second that if anything happened to this baby, that I wouldn’t want him.
“Baby... look at me,” I said softly.
He lifted his head, looking like a little lost boy, afraid and unsure. “I love you, Alexander Matthew Edwards. Whether it was with or without this baby we still would have found a way to be together. No matter what happens, I’m here. Remember obsessed together forever? I want to hear the baby’s heartbeat, too. I will book it in. Now promise me you will try to be productive today.” I smiled at him, hoping for one in return.
