Unmasking Charlotte (a Taboo Love series) (19 page)

“Babe, I am the OWNER, I am like the wizard of Oz…
omniscient…all knowing,” he says egomaniacally.

I plant my hand on my hips and raise an eyebrow. “Try again, smartass. And this time feed me a line that I might have a chance of believing.”

Calvin grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. He wraps his arm around me squeezing tight. “I get an alert when someone changes their user name for security purposes. If I ban someone and they try to come in using a different name, I get immediate notification. So as soon as you changed your name, I got a text. Believe me, I never would have texted anyone else like that,” he says sincerely, and I absolutely believe him.

Being this close to him, wrapped in his arms, smelling him, is doing things to my libido. With the anger drained and trust renewed, I am suddenly overcome with desire. The position that we are in gives me perfect access to his neck. So I tip up onto my tippy toes and start to suck. And nibble. And lick. I just
can’t get enough, but I can’t do much more in this position, especially with him being so tall. I start working on his earlobe as a distraction while I walk him back toward the bed. His knees hit the edge, so I give a little push. “Timber,” I say softly, causing a low chuckle. He starts to sit back up, but I don’t let him. I start crawling my way up his hard body, running my nose along as I go. I hear what sounds like a growl coming from deep down, all the more impetus to keep going.

As I approach his waist, I grab the bottom button of his shirt and continue to unbutton my
way up, trailing my tongue along his open skin. Calvin is squirming, unable to lie still and I love every second of it. As I reach the top, I sit up straddling what would be his lap if he were sitting. My hot and soaking core coming in direct contact with what feels like a missile in his pants. I lean forward grabbing his collar, and then pull his dress shirt down his arms until it is completely off. Calvin bends his arms and puts them behind his head giving me my first glimpse of his tattoo. How I did miss this when I was watching him jerk off? Oh, yeah, probably because I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand stroking his magnificent cock.

I am not close enough to read it,
but I can see that it is script or a quote or something, scrawled across his right bicep. I lie down across his body to get a better vantage. I read the words.
Veritas et Aequitas
. I repeat them in my head a few times. I start to work the translation out in my head. I wish I had paid better attention in Latin class. I think I got it. Well, shit. “Truth and Justice,” I mouth, barely a whisper. When I finally process them, I freeze
.
How could two words turn my world upside down?
I can do this. I want to be here. This is my choice. I will not freak out. Calvin is not DeShawn.

Calvin

What just happened? Charlotte was doing an incredible job seducing me then froze up. I hope she is not having second thoughts because junior down there is not going to be able to be tamed this time. It’s bad enough that I have been reduced to jerking off every time we speak or hang out.

She is still lying across my body, so I place my hands on her cheeks, looking her in the eyes. “You still with me, baby girl?” I ask, kissing her gently.

She nods her assent and returns my kiss. “Just zoned out for a sec,”
she responds, but still seems…off.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” I tell her genuinely. Because even though I feel like I am going to die if I am not inside of her in the next few minutes, I would never push her to do something she is not ready for.

“No, love, I’m ready,” she responds, and I am caught completely off guard by her term of endearment. ‘Love?’ Does that mean she loves me? Do I love her? Can you fall in love with somebody so quickly? I mean, I’m sure it’s possible. I know I have serious feelings for her.

My attention is snapped back to Charlotte when the weight on my chest is noticeably absent. She is on the floor between my legs trying to pull off my pants. The determined look on her face is adorable. I lift my ass to give her a little extra help, and she grabs my boxer briefs along with my slacks. My dick springs free and it is pointing straight in the air, begging for attention. She is eyeing it like the last donut at a Weight Watchers meeting.

Before I have the chance to react, she has my entire dick in her mouth. Deep throated. Down to my balls. I shout out wordlessly as I fist the sheets. I lift my head to watch her beautiful lips around me and all I can see is her nose pressed against the base of my cock. How is she doing that without gagging? Seconds later, I am seeing stars, my head thrown back to the mattress and my eyes screwed shut as she swallows and her throat constricts.
Mother of god!
She glances up at me, locking our eyes together as she slowly pulls back. Whoa, that’s fucking sexy as hell. She pays some attention to my swollen head before taking all of me back into her talented mouth. I try not to buck my hips, but it’s seriously hard not to. She’s driving me insane!

Without warning, she swallows around me again and I explode into her throat. A strangled cry escapes past my lips. I’ve never heard that sound come out of me before. Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that! I’ve never come so fast from a blowjob before. Before she completely pulls away, she licks every inch of me. My breathing is labored but know I need to say something.

“Damn, woman, that was incredible. I didn’t even have time to warn you,” is all that I am able to get out. I bring my hands up to rub my face, trying to catch my brain up to what just happened.

The little minx crawls back up my body, planting a kiss on my lips when her face is even with mine. She then licks her lips and gives me a sensual smile. “That was the plan. Did you enjoy it?”

“Did I enjoy it?” I scoff. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

She barks out a laugh, her light blue eyes dancing in delight.

“I do have one problem, though.”

Her eyebrows are now scrunched together, confused. “You came pretty hard, big guy. I can’t imagine there being any problem with that.”

I chuckle. I love that I can laugh and be myself with her. There have been very few women in my life that I could do that with and them not taking offense. I skim my finger up her bare back and I feel her get goose bumps. “The problem, Pinky, is that you are wearing too much clothing.”

Charlotte eyes flash in defiance, as a coy smile curls her pretty lips. “Then why don’t you do something about that?” she challenges.

I sit up quickly, taking her with me, causing her to gasp then giggle. I make her stand in front of me, between my spread legs. I start with the sexy as sin leather skirt. I feel like a kid unwrapping a birthday present. I find the zipper and pull it down slowly, trying to tease her. Unfortunately, I think it is harder on me than on her! No pun intended. Once completely unzipped, but before removing the skirt completely, I slide my right hand into the zipper and cup her ass, giving it a squeeze. She bites her bottom lip, her gaze locked on mine. My cock twitches at the feel of her firm, yet soft ass. I am definitely an ass man. Once I cop my feel, and am satisfied enough to continue, I slide her skirt down her toned legs. I tap her ankle to lift her foot and she complies. Twice. My intention is to remove her ass kicking shirt – I call it that because of the way the men were looking at her tonight, I know that I am going to be doing a lot of ass kicking with this chick – but am sidelined when I make my way back up her calves, to her thigh, then her…what the fuck?

“Um, Charlotte, did you forget something this evening when you were getting dressed to come here?”

She pretends to think it over, even tapping her chin with her finger. “Nope, don’t think so,” she says.

I shake my head at her. She’s crazy. “Christ, how many men have you accidently flashed tonight?”

She laughs. “None, I promise!” She assures me, but she’s laughing and it’s hard to believe her.

I sneer, which only makes her laugh harder.

“I swear, Calvin, my hoo-ha is for your eyes only.”

I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. She’s too much sometimes. I grab her hips and pull her closer before palming both of her ass cheeks and squeezing. Ah, perfect! I give one cheek a sharp smack, making her yelp. Her eyes darken slightly. Hmm, it seems my girl likes it a little rough. I need to get this damn shirt out of the way so I reach up and unhook it. The piece of scrap fabric that she calls a shirt falls to the floor. I also pull the pins out of her hair, letting all of her golden locks tumble down over her shoulders.

I groan when I see her beautiful tits. They’ve been haunting my dreams since I first saw them after our first date. I glide my hands up her ribs to cup their heavy weight. I squeeze gently and she purrs, her eyes darkening even more. I lean forward and pull one of her tight little buds into my mouth. Her hands clamp down on my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. I swirl my tongue around her nipple before sucking hard. She gasps and lets her head fall back, her body squirming between my legs. Someone has sensitive nipples. Nice!

I’m in heaven, I swear. The scent of peaches envelopes me. Damn, she smells good. I switch over to her other breast, teasing her a little more this time by kissing all around her breast and avoiding where she wants me most. She makes an aggravated noise, grabs my head and forces me to go where she wants me. I chuckle as I pull her nipple into my mouth. Girl really knows how to get shit done.

Her skin is so smooth and soft, I can’t help but run my hands all over her as I suck and nibble on the rosy little bud. She whimpers and I’m done with playing. I want her, like…yesterday. I grab her and toss her onto the bed. Her blonde hair landing like a halo around her head, standing out in stark contrast against the dark blue sheets. She smiles sensually.

“Mmm, baby, you are just so beautiful,” I rumble as I crawl over her.

I settle between her legs and kiss her deeply. Her hands come up to cup my face as we devour each other’s mouths. I rub my cock through her slick folds. God damn! She moans into my mouth and grinds herself against me. Oh yeah, she’s ready, and so am I. I reluctantly tear my mouth away from hers and go to reach for a condom in the drawer next to the bed, but Charlotte stops me.

“We don’t need a condom,” she says softly.

I whip my head around to look at her. I know she’s clean, everyone at the club is; if you are a member you are required to get tested once a month, and if you don’t, you get kicked to the curb. There will be no diseases running rampant in
my
club. But there is that
other
issue to worry about.

“I’m sure we would have gorgeous babies, Charlotte, but I don’t think we’re ready for that,” I tease with a smirk.

She smiles sadly. “I’m not physically able to have kids,” she admits, her eyes sweeping away from mine.

My heart hurts for her. I can’t imagine how she must feel. I know that for most women, that is one of their dreams in life, to have children. But to physically not be able to, it must hurt. I wonder what happened or what the reason is as to why she can’t have kids, but now is not the time to ask. I feel a small pang of disappointment that I will never know what our kids would look like, but I toss that away. I go back to her, covering her with my body, kissing her lips softly.

“I hope that’s not a deal breaker,” she says, trying to make light of the situation. She looks back at me hesitantly.

“Absolutely not,” I say sincerely, kissing her lips again.

“Okay, good,” she breathes, and I can hear the relief in her voice. It breaks my heart.

Needing to get back to where we were a moment ago, I kiss down to her neck, while my hand finds her breast. I roll her nipple between my fingers, making her gasp and arch under me. Shit, she is so responsive. I love it!

Charlotte pushes me off her, forcing me onto my back. She follows, straddling my hips. I stare up at her, damn, she’s gorgeous. She reaches behind her and lifts my cock off my stomach so that she can lower herself down onto it. She goes slow, taking me inch by inch. It’s torture. Her hands are gripping my chest, nails biting into my skin. It takes everything in me not to thrust up into her. I want her to have control and to do what makes her feel best.

Once she is finally seated, we both moan. So long…I have waited for this moment for so long and it’s finally here, and I am in fucking heaven! She starts to move. And I’m not talking about just rolling her hips in the sensual way that some women do. Oh no, she is actually lifting up and dropping down, and fuck, does it feel amazing. I grab onto her hips to help her. I grit my teeth and try to think about something other than what she is doing to me; otherwise, I might blow way too soon.

I can’t take it anymore. She wants it hard? I’m gonna give it to her hard. I hold onto her hips tighter and stop her movements. I bend my knees, digging my heels into the bed, as I start pumping up into her. She cries out. I slam into her hard enough that my balls are slapping against her ass.

“Oh…god…Calvin! Don’t stop!” Charlotte screams.

Her tits are bouncing like crazy and her hair is all over the place. I need better leverage, so I roll us over, pull out, and flip her over. I grip her tiny hips and lift her to her knees then plunge back into her. She screams in pleasure, fisting the sheets under her. I start a hard, fast rhythm that she seems to really like, going by all of the noise that she is making.

“Fuck, baby, you feel incredible,” I grunt.

“Calvin…oh fuck! I’m gonna come!” She gasps as she reaches back with one hand and claws at the back of my thigh.

“Do it, Charlotte, come for me!
” I pant.

A strangled cry escapes her as her whole body starts to tremble and her core starts to convulse around me. I close my eyes and drop my head back. I can’t hold back any longer. With a few hard final thrusts, I come inside of her. I swear it feels like it goes on forever. I moan, pressing into her just a little more, getting as deep as possible. She whimpers and drops her upper body to the bed. God damn! That was amazing.

I pull out slowly and drop to the bed next to her. She slides her legs down so that she is laying on her stomach. She turns her head toward me with a big lazy smile on her gorgeous face. I laugh and thread my fingers into her hair as I lean in for a kiss.

“I think that was the best sex that I’ve ever had,” Charlotte groans contently.

I grunt my agreement because I really don’t think I can find the words right now to explain how I’m feeling. We lie there in comfortable silence for a while before I remember what she said earlier about not being able to have kids.

“Can I ask you something?”

She opens her baby blues and nods.

“Why can’t you have kids? What happened?” I ask quietly, running my fingers through her hair.

She sighs and for a moment, I think she’s not going to tell me.

“I had some problems with my fallopian tubes; ultimately, my left one was removed. I still have my right one, but it’s badly scarred,” she says with that damn sad smile again. “The doctors told me I would never be able to have kids.”

“Not naturally, anyway. You could have a fertilized egg implanted into your uterus, right?” I ask.

Charlotte gapes at me, her expression one of shock and confusion. She pushes herself up to her elbows and blinks stupidly at me. Her mouth works a few times before she speaks.

“Oh my god, I never even thought of that. My uterus isn’t damaged, it is just my tubes, so I’m sure I could carry a baby if I had a fertilized egg implanted,” she says, her eyes flickering with hope.

The brilliant smile that overtakes her face is one that I will remember for years. She then launches herself at me. I catch her and wrap her up in my arms. She hugs me tight, her face tucked in my neck.

“Thank you, Calvin. I’ve always had it in my head that I would never have my own kids, and you just gave me hope that one day I can,” she whispers.

“Anytime, Pinky, I love seeing you so happy.”

She picks her head up and looks down at me. “I’m very happy,” she smiles before kissing me senseless.