Authors: Dee Ellis
“Damn I love the sound of my name on your lips when you’re about to come, baby. Look at me. Make me come. Sugar, make me come.” Charli watched me, her hips rolling, hand slipping between us.
“Look at me, Cage.” My eyes never moved as she slid her fingers between the folds of her pussy, making her tighter around me. At the same time, her palm worked against her clit.
“Oh shit, come again, Charli. Fuck...Fuck....that’s it, baby. Come again.”
“Cage! Oh god!” Her hips pumped a few more times and then I went off.
“Fuck, Sugar.” Charli pumped me as I growled, coming against her pussy, hot and thick streams spurting against her pulsing little mound.
Charli collapsed against me, three orgasms leaving her shining with exertion and beautifully flushed. Shoving her ruined panties between us, I cleaned her up a little and tried for a three pointer into the nearest trash. I failed.
I held her close, shuddering from my own intense orgasm. My chest was working as I fought to breathe, still riding the wave of pleasure she had given me.
Not sure I had ever wet humped, as it were. Plenty of dry humping went on in the back seat of my old mustang back in high school. Never anything as hot as what Charli had just done to me. The girl was some kind of amazing; shy and withdrawn one moment, mouthy and fiery the next, and then this. Sexy as fuck and hot enough to bring me to my knees.
“Jesus Christ, Charli,” I whispered to her damp temple, “you're absolutely fucking amazing. That was...life changing.” We both laughed because I sounded like a fool, but shit I meant it.
“Mmm yes,” Before I let her put her tits away, I kissed them both, smirking up at her evilly, “I think I might agree. Your phone went off again.” Charli patted my hip then went about tucking my dick away.
“Finn. I don’t want to go now.” All at once I was flooded with fear.
Charli didn’t seem like the badge bunny type, not by a long shot. But I had this feeling she knew just what they were, what they were about. I felt like we were really getting somewhere and not just because we made each other come hard, either.
Charli was so open to me now, had been ever since that moment at lunch. I hoped she wasn’t just willing to let me have this, because she needed it. I was pretty sure I’d let her have me however she wanted me. But I sure as hell hoped she wanted more than a couple orgasms. Amazing orgasms, nonetheless.
“Hmm,” her fingers combed through my hair, her lips trailing over my neck, my shoulders, down my chest, “duty calls, Cage.” Charli bit hard into my chest, then swirled her tongue and sucked and my hand tangled in her hair.
“Your pussy calls me,” I sucked in a breath when she peered up at me, her tongue swirling on the tattoo spread over my pec, “my cock calls you.” Charli laughed, sweet and full and fuck I loved it.
Resting her head against my chest, she shoved back on my thighs and I ached at the loss. I tried to bring her closer, but Charli was watching me with a look I recognized as important. Something was there, swirling and potent in her eyes so I waited. Knew I was either about to have her break my heart and argue that no, no her pussy would not be answering my calls.
Or she was about to upend my entire fucking world and say that like I claimed so brashly earlier, it was mine so I could call on it another time. Lifting her little hands to cradle my jaw, the touch rocketing through me, her eyes were darkening as she spoke.
“Cage,” Her breathing was heavy and her words full of emotion, “I’m not sprinting at the moment. I don’t know if I can
walk
after what you just did to me. I certainly don’t feel like running. You might still have to catch me when the feeling comes up again. Will you do that?” I stared into her eyes, light and filled with swirling emotions at just what she was saying.
“Abso-fucking-lutely. I meant what I said the first day I told you about this. About us. You can run as fast and hard as you want. I’ll always chase you, baby. Always. Come here. Post near-coital bliss cuddles, please.” Charli laughed that sweet laugh before snuggling closer and burying her face in my neck.
For a long while, I held her, knowing exactly what I was feeling. I never held them after; shit I barely stayed after. Now I couldn’t imagine letting her go. What Charli had just done to me was unlike any pleasure I had ever felt. I was almost terrified what being inside her was going to leave me feeling.
Seeing her pleasure, hearing those sounds she gave me, that was almost as good as getting off. It was all I wanted for tonight. Instead she gave me so much more. Not just the pleasure of an orgasm, but letting me into her, making me that promise. I knew I meant my promise too; I would always chase her.
Of course I would. I was in love with her.
1
Too soon, my phone started buzzing and I knew Finn wouldn’t hesitate to come by and drag me out of here. Very, very reluctantly, I let Charli go. I watched her with brand new eyes as we broke apart and righted clothes and put ourselves back together. Charli’s eyes were bright and open and she was still flushed, her cheeks rosy.
Damn she was beautiful. I seriously considered never leaving, duty or not. I thought about carrying her upstairs and showing her what I felt. What I was so certain of now that she had let me into her. I promised her things at her pace, though. I doubt a post-orgasmic devotion of love would be what Charli considered her pace.
So instead I let her walk me to the door, both of us quiet. Charli surprised me by hooking her arms under mine and lifting to kiss me at the door. Then I spun us to pin her to the door, crushing her to me and opening her mouth with a lazy swipe of my tongue. Fuck she tasted good. Charli let out that sound that first drove me crazy for her and tore her mouth away.
Then she bit at my bottom lip and I gave her my own sound. I would never leave at this rate. Charli seemed to realize this so she stepped back, letting her arms fall. My hands trailed down her arms, latching about her wrists to bring her back; Charli laughed and let me yank at her, falling against my chest.
“I don’t want to leave you. Wait a minute,” I smirked down at her, feeling so light and full of her warmth, “was this a date?” Again she laughed, tossing her head back and I just watched like a fool.
“Mmm, maybe. Doesn’t a date constitute you picking me up, flowers in hand, dining and charming conversation? Either way, we blew it,” Charli lowered her voice to a conspiring whisper, “I think we put out too soon. No need for the wine and dine now, huh?” Now I was laughing because she was so fucking cute, I loved it.
“Baby I will wine and dine you all you want. Or I will come here and give you orgasms on demand from the comfort of your home. Your choice.” Charli giggled and tried to feign a shocked look before she pressed her lips to my ear.
“Maybe both? Can I just call and request an orgasm, Cage?” I growled and hauled her close, almost lifting her off her feet.
“If that’s a serious question, then I’m not leaving. I have a request to fill.” We laughed again and good god it felt so good to be with her like this.
“No. No you need to go save lives and stuff,” Charli shoved at my shoulders and stepped away, “I can’t get in the way of that. Besides there’s always tomorrow.” Charli sobered a little and it seemed like she was relieved I had to see her tomorrow.
“Or late tonight. Early tomorrow morning. All the days after that. I’m not going anywhere, Sugar. Sorry Sugar you’re just stuck with me.” Leaning forward, I kissed her lips, sweet and promising and she sighed when I broke away.
“Until then. Be careful,” Her eyes clouded and she stepped away more, “just...be careful for me, okay?” Again I moved to her, cupping her face.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely, baby. You give me a goddamned good reason to be careful, Charli. Lock the door after me, please? It’s a nice area but...I’ll feel better knowing you’re locked up. It’s late; I won’t see you till tomorrow.”
“Yes, baby. Goodnight, Cage.” Charli looked as willing to let me leave as I was to go.
“See you tomorrow. Night, baby. Come here, just a little more Sugar.” Charli smiled and tipped her face back, waiting for my kiss.
Jesus I could get used to this with her. Cupping her neck, my thumbs trailing over the smooth skin at her jaw, I lowered my head. Claiming her lips once more, I put every single thing I felt for her behind that kiss. All the need, all the want, all the anxiousness that this woman stirred in me drove that kiss.
When I lifted away, neither of us were breathing right. Charli’s eyes were cloudy and frothy and I almost couldn’t leave. I backed away, my thumb skimming over her swollen lips and mouthed one more goodnight. Forcing myself to walk out the door, I listened to her locking it behind me before I stepped off the porch.
“Cage! Wait!” I was just to the sidewalk when Charli called out to me.
“Sugar....what?’ I turned back, closing the distance in just a few steps.
“Here, I almost forgot. Orgasms and all that. Take it. Read it. All of it.” Charli looked shy and nervous as she shoved a book at me.
“Emma? Whatever you want, baby. Now get that ass back inside and lock the door. Sweet dreams, Sugar.” One last time I let my lips touch hers, just briefly, then she was gone, offering me one last sweet smile.
Jesus Christ I’m crazy about you.
Before I made it to the station, I almost went back to her half a dozen times. Images of climbing into that huge bed of hers, the big beast of a one I put together for Regan, just to hold her flooded me. Made it very difficult to not turn back. I would just sleep too; just hold her and smell her hair and touch her velvety skin.
Everything else didn’t matter right now. I knew I couldn’t blow my whole shift off, and I already owed Finn for covering me. I would have to make do with knowing I would see her tomorrow. Till then I was content in the sweet torture of knowing what it felt like to touch her, to watch and hear her as she came for me.
I didn’t expect to get touch her tonight; I just had to be with her for awhile. To sit and share dinner with her and have her so open to me like that had been enough. Working on the sink with her making dinner for us just turned me on. Felt like it was so natural, just how we would be when this became real. For a moment as I stood watching her cook tonight, I could see it.
Me coming back from the station, dirty and tired, but with a honey-do list waiting. Of course I’d want to do it because I would love sharing that place with her. I could see her making us dinner as she laughed with me. I could even see us older, the house totally ours and that spare bedroom full of laughter from little voices. I never liked the cottage before but with that vision in my head, I fucking loved the place.
Charli was it and I knew it. Not just the girl I had been looking for, had been hoping I’d stumble on while losing myself in other pussies. Charli was all I could ever want and then some.
My girl was so smart and funny; so giving to those kids in the program, so sweet and shy and sexy with me. I knew she was running from something. I knew I had to battle her ghosts, but I knew without a doubt she was worth it. Charli didn’t know it but she had run just far enough to find me and let me find her. There wouldn’t be any more running now.
“Where the fuck you been, bro-seph?” Finn blasted the minute I stepped into the station.
“Jesus, man I told you,” I scowled at him as we headed up to the commons room, “I wanted time with Charli. I needed it.” What I had hoped for was a few moments; instead I had the best three hours of my life.
“Yeah some time. Not the entire fucking night. You’re lucky I love you like a step-brother, man. Byrne has been searching for your ass for the past hour. Wants to discuss tomorrow, I think. Do I get to go this time?”
“You want to go to the library to talk to the kids? Since when? The minute Byrne and Deacon started talking about the program you made it clear you were not the guy for the job.” Right away I realized where he was headed with this.
“Hey you snagged a fuck hot librarian. Thought I might...” I whirled to face him, glaring up at him in disgust.
“What did I say about talking that way about Charli? I’m serious man. Don’t be so fucking disrespectful. Besides, Charli is the only hot librarian I saw there.”
“Because Charli is the
only
librarian you saw. My bad, bro-tato-chip. I didn’t know it was like that with Charli Doll.” I frowned at him, realizing he was a little right. I never noticed a single other librarian there, my focus had been on Charli from the beginning.
“Yeah maybe. It’s exactly like that, I meant what I said; Charli’s mine. If you want to go to mentor the kids and see what the program is about, sure thing. If you want to go because you have some fucked up fantasy about bagging a studious chick in glasses and prim skirts,” I realized I was basically describing Charli and I got a little hot thinking about her in those glasses and skirts, “think again. They’re good kids; they don’t need you there trying to get your dick wet.”
“I want to check it out. True story, Cooper. Just want to see what the program’s all about.” I eyed him warily, but his blue eyes didn’t give away a lie, so I sighed and agreed.
Finn caught me up on the action I had missed out on. The action I got with Charli was a much better trade off. Small office fire that a janitor started before walking out, leaving his boss’ office blazing. A puppy got lodged down a relief hose, but was saved without injuries. Accident on the freeway with one casualty and two in critical condition but expected to make it.