Authors: Dee Ellis
I want to write. Love stories and stories about loss and filthy nonsense that will make even my dirty mouthed Cage blush. Maybe. I want to go to London and Ireland and Japan. I want to find love that consumes me and a man who can own me. I am fiercely independent and yet...I crave that. I want you to own me. I want to own you. I want to know your cat and your family and I want them to approve of me. Like me even. I want to laugh with them the way I laugh with you and the way I hope maybe, you can laugh with what’s left of my family.
I have two brothers. Older. Military men. They were stationed a country away from Tucker but they too got badly hurt. They have never been the same. But they love their wives and they love that tiny town and never want to leave. After Tucker was gone, I had to mourn him as long as they and the entire town saw fit. Did not matter that Tucker would never have wanted that. Especially with his truth. Tucker’s truth will destroy his family and hurt my brothers and the only person I want to tell it to is you.
Please be safe. I will accept the fear as part you being in my life. I can’t accept if you don’t do every single thing you can to be certain I don’t lose you. I would kill you if you walk into my life, make me need you, make me want you, and then make me lose you.
Here is where you prove to me this thing lasts beyond the romance of hanging out with five teenagers. Make it count, baby.
XOXO, Charli
Prove that she was mine, this was real and it would last was just what I intended to do. Gigi had stopped by earlier, pretending she wanted to hear all about Charli when really she was there to flirt with Finn. I had to nip that shit in the bud. She did listen to me talk about my girl though, excitement evident when she insisted on the girls taking her out soon. I needed them to like her because if they didn’t...Finn might be right.
Then again, I was in love with Charli, I knew it without any doubt or hesitation. I think they would learn to love once they knew she was it for me. Gigi came prepared with a favorite book for Charli, so right away I prepared another note for my girl. While I kept a close eye on Finn and Gigi before she wised up and called it a night.
The fire house was quiet for a while but it was Friday night so that wouldn’t last long. We watched cops for a while, someone ordering a pizza even though it was way too early to eat when it got there. Besides I wasn’t hungry for pizza.
I was thinking about Charli and the dinner we had last night. About how we’d had each other for desert after. Then I was thinking about eating her pussy for a snack earlier. How sweet she tasted and how hot it was.
My dick was hard enough that I had to drag a pillow over it so no one took notice. When I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I groaned softly because my dick enjoyed it.
Fuck yes.
My girl decided to use the number I’d left in my last note.
Charli:
I am making you dinner tonight. Don’t argue.
Me:
Long as you are my desert again, Sugar.
Charli:
Maybe. I got desert covered though. Maybe snacks after?
Me:
You’re fucking perfect. Miss me, baby?
I fucking missed her and it had only been a few hours.
Charli:
Yes :( Promise me you come by, even if it’s right before the sun comes up.
Me:
Abso-fucking-lutely. I miss you. My shift ends at three. 48 hours too late.
Charli:
Oh baby. :( Tell me what your shifts/hours are like.
Me:
I work at least one 48-hour every other week or so. Sucks but I get 72 hours off after. Which means...my weekend is free, baby.
Charli:
No, it’s not. How do you survive that?
Me:
It’s not? It’s rough at first. I like being busy, feeling like I’m doing something that matters. I work at least four 24 hour shifts, two of them on call which means I’m not here all night. What are you doing now?
Charlie:
You should be proud of yourself; you’re such a good man, Cage. Your weekend is mine so it’s not free. I am lying in bed talking to you. Tired.
Well damn now I was thinking about her in bed and me climbing in with her. Sliding between her legs and sinking inside her pretty little pussy.
Fuck
. The pillow wasn’t doing me much good at this point.
Heading for my bunk after flipping Finn the bird when he gave me a smirk, I intended to make good use of the empty room. My body was tired but nothing else on me was. I was alert and excited to be talking to her, if even for a minute. Wondering how naughty she would be with me, I sent back a reply that had my dick twitching.
Me:
Show me. Send me a pic, baby. I want to see you lying in bed.
Charlie:
Cage! Not dressed for a photo.
Well fuck now I really wanted to see it.
Me:
Exactly why I want a photo. Know how many times I’ve thought of you in that big bed? I put that beast together. My girl is in it and I need to see it.
Charli:
Cage...you make me bad. I never would with anyone else.
Me:
You better not, Sugar. That perfect body and all those sexy curves are mine. Show me, baby. Don’t make me beg.
The dots on my phone danced for a while and I thought she was going to refuse. My hand went into my boxers, wrapping around my aching cock. I knew just what her bed looked like and I had really had plenty of fantasies about her in it already.
Her honey brown hair spilled over the pillows, her hands thrown above her head and clutching the head board. Her big, perfect tits moving beneath me as my hips thrust against her again and again. The sound of her moans as I buried my cock deep inside her, taking her hard and fast. Fuck I couldn’t wait to be inside her. I sure hoped me being inside her for two days was part of her plans.
“Oh shit.” My hands stilled their slow pump of my dick when a photo loaded on my screen.
Charli was lying in that beast of a bed, hair spilled out on her pillow just like I envisioned.
Jesus Fuck
. Almost all her creamy skin was bare to me, a warm glow from her bedside lamp lighting her up. Like a fucking angel.
Charli wore lacy boy shorts that showcased her long, thick thighs. A matching tank top barely covered her full breasts and I could make out her pretty pink nipples. I noticed a tattoo peeking at me from the waistband of her panties and all I wanted to do was lick and kiss it. There was a soft smile at her face, which was flushed pink and I loved it.
Me:
Fuck you’re perfect. If I was in that bed with you right now....
Charli:
What would you do to me if you were?
Oh she was going to be like that.
Me:
Oh you want to be naughty now? When I have hours before I can do everything I want to do to you?
Charli:
Your fault. I was never bad before you, Cage. Tell me.
Me:
Oh baby you weren’t bad because no one made you feel like I do. Tell me what that tattoo is.
Charli:
I do feel bad with you. I like it though. Feels right with you, like I can be whoever I want to be. It’s a sparrow. Want to see it?
Me:
I love it when you’re bad. Long as it’s only with me. I want to see every little part of you. Yes, let me see it. Take your panties off.
Charli:
Cage! Tell me about your tattoos. I like them. They turn me on. So sexy.
Me:
Jesus baby I want to be there with you. Show me your sparrow first.
My hand was still stroking my dick, just lightly, just enough to keep me hard. Not that I needed it with the way she was talking to me. Fuck she was hot. I knew somehow she was going to obey me too. I knew when she took that picture of her sparrow, her panties would be gone.
That would be almost enough to make just a few strokes of my cock necessary to come like a teenager. I had never felt anything like the clawing need she stirred in me. A new photo came through and my dick twitched and grew harder still.
Charli:
Pretty, right?
Fuck yes it was.
Above the cleft that I was growing to crave like my next breath, was a well done sparrow tattoo about the size of a silver dollar. It was pink and green and looked sexy and feminine on her curvy hip. I had seen it last night, but had missed it today even with my face buried between her legs.
Clearly, my girl’s pussy gave me tunnel vision. I knew where my lips would hesitate every single time I went down to taste her now. Just like I expected, her panties were gone and the shot she took was meant to tease me. I could see all of her pretty pussy and fuck if my mouth didn’t water.
If I didn’t get inside those tight little folds soon I might die. Like, literally die from need. Beating my dick wasn’t good enough anymore. Although last night had been hot, I needed to be inside her. I knew tonight it wasn’t going to happen because I’d be exhausted by the time I got to her place.
This suddenly sobered me and put shit into perspective. I wanted to fuck her like I wanted to breathe. Really though I was so fucking crazy about her, all I wanted was her. To be with her. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion because I knew after my shift I got to go home to her. To her sweet laugh and that sexy smile and the way she looked at me like I mattered.
Me:
You’re pretty everywhere, baby. Do you know how pretty that pussy of mine is? I want it in my mouth right now.
Charli:
I never...no one else has ever....
Well, fuck I was the only one who had tasted her too. Thank god, because her pussy was addictive.
Me:
No one else will ever taste that pussy either. It’s mine, baby. Is it wet for me right now?
Charli:
Yes. You talk so dirty Cage. Just a few words get me wet. Never thought a filthy mouth might do it for me. It does with you.
Me:
Because you want me to do all the filthy shit I say. Right now you want me to suck that pretty pussy into my mouth until you scream my name again. Don’t you, baby?
Charli:
Yes. Yes. Are you touching yourself?
Fuck I think she was touching herself and I could get down with some sexting.
Me:
Fuck yes I am. Not the same as your hands on me or the way that shit you did to me last night felt. Fuck I almost came the minute you wrapped your wet pussy around me.
Charli:
I wanted you inside me. You didn’t tell me about your tattoos.
Me:
Because your tattoo made me hard as fuck and now I just want to bury myself inside that pussy.
Charli:
Cage...do you remember what you said to me?
Me: I remember everything I’ve ever said to you. Clue me in though, Sugar.
Charli:
You said you wouldn’t fuck me until I asked and meant it.
Me:
Because I want you to want me too. Not just what I can do to your body. Because I want you for all of you.
My hand stroked faster because I knew what she was going to say. Charli was about to ask me to take her. To fuck her and make her mine. Tonight maybe.
Suddenly I doubted I would be exhausted at 3:00 if I knew I was going home to make her mine. Scrolling up to the picture of her lying in the bed, looking like she was waiting for me, I bit my lip to keep from growling out her name.
I didn’t stop though, my hand stroking long and fast on my aching length. I needed her, needed to make her mine and know no one else would ever have her.
The three dots danced and I knew she was going to ask and that did it for me. I came hard and fast, pissed that it wasn’t inside her slick, tight heat.
“Fuck,” I groaned when no sooner had I gone off, our sirens went off, “you have to be fucking kidding me.” I didn’t have time to wait for the dots to stop dancing because the guys were shouting.
Wiping the mess off my belly with a towel, I rushed to the stairs. Talk about ruining the moment.
Fuck.
Finn didn’t ask me where I had been and he was lucky. I was wound so tight I might have throat punched him.
It wasn’t until I was in my gear and climbing on the truck as it headed out that I realized my mistake. My phone was sitting on my pillow and I hadn’t seen Charli’s answer. Thankfully the call was a quick rescue that lasted less than an hour. Though I stayed focused and did my job, the minute I was back at the station, I bolted upstairs to check my phone.