“Kate.” He breathed her name in a long sigh.
“Yes.”
“Oh God.
I want to come all over you.
I want to fuck your navel, fuck your breasts, fuck your sweet mouth.
I want to shoot my cum all over your belly.
I want to rub it into your skin.
I want you to taste me.
I want to taste you.”
Kate reached out and snagged the bottle of oil she’d used before.
She trickled some between her breasts, shoved the bottle out of the way and then pressed her breasts together.
Charlie groaned.
He moved further up the bed and slid the rounded head of his cock into the crease Kate had made.
The long, shuddering sigh as she held her breasts tight around him, told her she’d got this right.
This was another first for her, another act researched for the phone sex.
A lot of men had this fantasy and this time, with Charlie, it turned her on too.
“Oh fucking hell,” Charlie gasped.
He was the one shunting his hips back and forth but Kate controlled the movement of his cock.
Tight, loose, squeeze, release and she let him surge forward so she could lick his crest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He pulled back and crouched as silvery ribbons of cream spurted over her.
Charlie flung his head back and gasped his release, bathing her belly in warm, thick cum.
He is so beautiful.
Charlie eased his knees down onto the bed and hovered over her.
He swirled a finger in the pearly fluid and trailed it around her nipple.
Kate scooped up a smear and licked her finger slowly.
“I wish it was inside you.
I wish I could have come inside you.” He smeared his hand over her stomach.
“Never wash again.”
“That won’t be very hygienic.”
He bent his head and licked the nipple he’d coated.
“Is the romance dead already?”
Never, Kate thought.
What she and Charlie had would never die.
Chapter Twelve
Kate hadn’t thought Charlie was awake, but as she closed the door of her wardrobe, he opened his eyes.
“What you doing?” he mumbled.
“I have to get ready for work.”
His eyes opened.
“This minute?”
Kate smiled.
“Well, if I skip breakfast, don’t dry my hair and run all the way there, you could cuddle me a bit longer.”
“Why do you have to go to work?” He moaned and shifted to try to grab her.
Kate stepped back.
“Well, let’s see.
Because I need to earn money, because they’re expecting me and I don’t let people down, because I quite like work although one of my bosses is a pain, because if I have any more sex with you, I’ll be crippled for life.”
“No, don’t go.
Come back to bed.
I want to lick you all over.”
“That sounds lovely, but the shower was quicker and I have to go to work.”
He leaned up on his elbow and glared at her.
“You washed me off.”
“Charlie!
I can’t go to work with your cum all over my chest.”
“Why not?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Oh all right,” he grumbled.
“Give me a kiss then.”
“Promise you’ll let me go afterwards.”
“Absolutely.”
Kate looked at him, sprawled on his front across her bed, the sheet wrapped around his slender hips, and her heart flipped.
“Charlie, I can’t
just
kiss you.”
“Well, I can
just
kiss you.
Promise.
Come here.”
Kate moved to the edge of the bed and he looked up at her and groaned.
“God, what are you wearing?
Little black skirt, white blouse and black rimmed glasses?
You look like a schoolgirl.
This is not going to take me long.”
“You make that sound so enticing.” Kate leaned over and licked his lips.
“Toothpaste.
Cheating,” he whispered.
He ran his hand up her leg, under her skirt, along her thigh and slipped his fingers under the material of her panties, wrenching them down her legs.
“Oh, pink lace.
Now you definitely can’t go to work yet.”
“I’ll be back in five seconds.” Kate stepped out of her pants and slipped back to the bathroom.
When she returned, Charlie leaned back against a pile of pillows, a twinkle in his eyes, his hand gently stroking his erect cock.
Kate briefly debated stripping, decided she didn’t have time and knelt at the foot of the bed.
She put one hand around the root of his cock to keep it upright, wrapped her lips around his tip and braced herself with her other hand.
“Jesus Mary Mother of Christ,” Charlie gasped and almost jerked her off the bed.
Mouthwash works then
.
Kate giggled and swallowed by accident, though most of the green liquid trickled down his cock and onto the bed.
“Very clever, Kate.
I’ll get my own back.” He shuddered.
“Oh fuck.
You wait and see.
Bloody hell.
When you least expect it.
Oh Christ, that feels good.”
“Want to try—?”
“Yes,” he said.
Kate held back her smirk.
“To go without sex for a day.”
His face fell and then he smiled.
“What were you going to say?” He squirmed around and pinned her on her back.
“Try and go without sex for a week, but that’s too cruel.” Kate gave a heavy sigh.
Charlie nodded.
“I can’t expect you to last that long.”
She laughed.
His fingers flipped open the buttons on her shirt.
“Oh, pink bra.
Nice.
I’m nearly deflected but not quite.
Try what?”
“Deep-throating.”
He groaned and yanked down on his balls.
“Not in front of the kids.”
“I’ve never done it but I’ve read about it.
The phone—”
“Sex?” he asked.
Kate nodded.
She reached to drag the pillows down the bed and then lay on her back so her head hung over them.
“Don’t be too enthusiastic or I’ll bite.”
He let out a gurgled whimper.
“I won’t move.”
“Knees here.
Cock here,” Kate said.
Charlie’s eyes were so wide, Kate felt her heart lurch.
She thought he’d probably done this loads of times.
He slid his hand inside her bra and played with her nipple, while she licked his cock.
The wetter it was, the easier this would be.
He started to breathe more heavily and Kate took her hand off his cock and put them both on his hips.
He stared straight into her eyes as she slid his cock into her mouth.
“Oh my God, Kate.
You have no idea.”
She didn’t try to take him too far but concentrated on pulling him in and then pushing him out, letting her tongue slide along his underside, letting the curve of his cock match the curve of her throat.
When he pulled out, a trail of saliva still linked them together and Kate felt a flood of cream gush from her pussy.
“Sweet, sweet,” Charlie gasped as he slid back and forth.
The mouthwash had desensitized her a little but she concentrated on not trying too hard, and the fact that she remained in control and not Charlie allowed her to relax.
A moment later Charlie bottomed out on her face.
He shifted his knees slightly and snatched back a little control.
The fingers of one hand stroked her neck and he grabbed one of her hands and put it there.
“Feel me…in your throat,” he gasped.
“Oh fuck.
Kate.
Angel.
No one’s ever…”
Kate waggled her tongue as much as she could.
Not that there was much room, and swallowed.
She knew he was close to coming.
His cock felt different.
“N-now,” he gasped.
Kate swallowed hard and dragged his hips onto her face.
His cum shot straight down her throat and she almost felt cheated.
Charlie gabbled incoherently.
He was doing his best not to thrust too violently and Kate stroked his backside as he shunted in and out of her mouth, his breathy cries of pleasure sending echoing blasts of heat through her.
When he finally pulled out, he was shaking so hard, he collapsed on his back.
“Can’t speak,” he grunted.
Kate levered herself off the bed and refastened her shirt.
She drank half the glass of water by the side of the bed and pulled on the pink panties.
He’d been fairly quick, but if she didn’t get a move on, she was going to be late.
“Thank you seems a bit inadequate,” he said.
“And I haven’t made you come five times.”
Kate frowned.
“Only five?”
“I seem to have lost feeling in all four limbs.
Jesus, Kate, that was unbelievable.”
“All that practice with a banana worked then?”
His eyes widened.
“You’re kidding.”
“Er…yeah.
What if it broke?
I might choke.”
“So, I’m…”
A little grub nibbled at her.
“I told you that you were.”
She headed for the door.
“Kate?
I’ve got to go somewhere tonight, so I’ll give you a call, okay?” he asked.
She put on her shoes.
By the time she turned back, her smile was in place.
“Okay.
Make sure you pull the door closed when you leave.”
Dan wasn’t waiting for her downstairs to provide a buffer, so Kate ran most of the way to work.
She had to admit a degree of self-interest in the deep-throating of Charlie.
For all his protestations of how much he thought about her, Kate still felt like Cinderella.
Charlie could have his pick of starlets.
Why would he want her?
Well, maybe if sex with her was great it might make a difference.
Except it hadn’t.
He was going somewhere tonight.
Fine, except why hadn’t he told her where he was going?
Kate hated to be jealous but she couldn’t help it.
Kate had hoped Mel wouldn’t be gracing the café with her presence, but her boss stood inside the door, looking at her watch as Kate rushed in.
“Sorry,” Kate said, panting, trying to ignore the stitch in her side.
“Something come up?” Mel snapped.
“Yes, sorry.” Kate bit the insides of her cheeks to hold back the giggle.
“You can stay twenty minutes at the end of your shift and make up the time.”
“Right.”
Kate worked hard, trying not to think.
She wiped tables, refilled salt and pepper pots, folded napkins, and once customers arrived, served them.
Even as she struggled to empty her mind, all she could think about was Charlie.
It would end badly.
How could it not?
They lived in different worlds.
She wasn’t his type.
He was using her.
She understood his paranoia over the press, but surely they could go out somewhere together?
A proper date.
It would be dark in a cinema.
No one would recognize him.
Was he ashamed of her?
Okay to fuck, but not to be seen with.
But the sex was fantastic.
The best she’d ever had.
Something about them matched, felt right, although Kate knew all relationships were like that in the beginning.
Mad, passionate bouts of shagging until things settled down and the guy started to fart in bed, belch in your face, or roll over and go to sleep instead of cuddling.
Would she and Charlie even get that far?
Kate couldn’t help but keep coming back to the fact that he hadn’t told her where he was going that night.
A feeling of hurt morphed into an annoyance that she wasn’t invited.
Why hadn’t he told her?
“Is there anyone in there?” Tony knocked on her head with a wooden spoon.
“Food’s ready for table five.”
“Sorry.”
Maybe she’d built this whole thing into too big a deal, but she couldn’t help it.
Had she thought she could sleep with him and not get emotionally involved?
She’d hardened her heart long before Richard and still been taken in.
Now Charlie had snuck in while her defenses were down.
They were having a relationship whether they meant to or not.
The terrible, awful, wonderful thing was that Kate knew exactly what was wrong.
She’d fallen in love.
That was supposed to be a good thing, but not for Kate.
She was frightened.
Allowing herself to love meant giving someone the power to hurt her.
And Kate had been hurt so many times, because people always let her down.
They said they loved her and then they left her.
Or hit her.
Or threw her out.
Or walked out.
Or died.
So it was better not to fall in love.
Better and safer.
Only it was too late.
Too late for Kate, anyway.
People fell in love with Charlie all the time.
She was one in a long line.
It wouldn’t last.
But oh how she wanted it to.
* * * * *
Charlie failed to call that night.
Kate sat staring at her phone, her mobile by her ear, knowing she was an idiot but unable to do anything about it.
She lay in bed wide awake, waiting for the buzzer to sound.
It didn’t.
When there was no call the next morning, Kate got the message.
She’d never chased anyone in her life.
She wasn’t stupid.
Not really.
She struggled with enough problems without leaving herself wide open to rejection.
Kate unplugged her phone, switched off her mobile and left it in her apartment.
The thing was a waste of time anyway.
No one rang her.
She had no one to ring.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that it was a pay-as-you-go, Kate wouldn’t have bothered with it.
Then, late in the afternoon while she worked, another thought struck her, one that made her stumble and drop a bowl of apple and blackberry crumble, prompting a tirade from Mel.
What if he’d gone back to the beach?
He’d told her he’d got the job, but he was an actor, what if he’d lied, what if something had gone wrong?
Kate’s stomach churned.
Now she was desperate to phone Charlie and she couldn’t.
Without her mobile, she didn’t have his number.
When Kate returned to the kitchen with the mop, Lois perched on a stool by the window reading the newspaper while Tony stared at her legs.
“
Phwooar
,” Lois groaned.
“Thinking of me again?” Tony asked.
“No, Charlie Storm.
He’s so good-looking he ought to be shot.
Then I could stuff him and stick him on my wall.”
Tony muttered under his breath and went back to pounding pizza dough.
Kate edged over to Lois.
“What do you think, Kate?
Fancy him?” she asked.
“Who wouldn’t?” Kate stared at a picture of a smiling Charlie, his arm wrapped round a beautiful redhead.
“Who’s he with?”
“Jody Morton, that American actress.
They were at some charity do.
It says she’s recently split up with her boyfriend.
I thought she was supposed to be marrying that guy out of
Lord of the Rings
?
Didn’t take her long to find somebody else, did it?
Don’t they look perfect together?”