Unmasking Charlotte (a Taboo Love series) (21 page)

Calvin

Dinner smells delicious. We are sitting in what must be their formal dining room. The home is modest, but looks like they live comfortably. The dining room table is a large round marble table - very 80s. I am sure they spent a fortune on it at the time. Charlotte is on my right, and her mother on my left. Her father is next to her and then Tommy is between his parents.

Gwen has the table set to the nines. I don’t know what she thought that I expected, but I don’t need anything fancy to be happy. Good food. Good company. What more can a man ask for? As I look around the table, and feel the love shared in this room, I feel blessed just to be here.

Everyone begins to dig in. It looks as though she has been cooking for days. The table is covered in all kinds of dishes from salad and dips to meatloaf and rice. I don’t know where to start. Charlotte must sense my lack of initiative and hands me a plate of vegetables to start. For the next few minutes, trays pass by continuously, my plate filling up quickly.

Charlotte also has her plate filled, but I notice that she is not eating much. She just keeps pushing the food around with her fork.

“You okay, baby girl?” I ask quietly, concerned.

“Yes, love. My stomach is just feeling…weird,” she whispers back.

“You want to go home?”

“No, I’m good,” she replies, rubbing my back in reassurance.

As she rubs my back, I find myself strangely turned on. Just the most innocent of touches from her does that to me. You wouldn’t think being surrounded by my girlfriend’s family would cause my dick to stir in my pants. But, oddly, I can’t stop thinking about Charlotte’s tight pussy. And how it feels wrapped around me. As I take my next bite, I subtly slide my hand over from my lap onto Charlotte’s. She gives me a shy smile, probably thinking that I am offering comfort. Little does she know what a selfish prick I am really being.

As the conversations continue around me, I slowly slide my hand up toward the junction of her thighs. She lets out a little “meep” when I reach my destination, but doesn’t try to stop me. Her mother shoots her a concerned look, but she just waves it off saying that she has the hiccups. I have to chuckle at that.

I lean closer and whisper in her, “Quiet, Pinky, or you
r family is going to get quite a show.” I kiss the skin just below her ear and lean back into my chair.

My finger lingers in that area, completely frustrating her, I am sure. I continue to eat my dinner as though nothing lewd is happening under the table. That is, until Bron starts a conversation with me about sports. I take that opportunity to slide my finger along the outside of her thong. The damn thing is in my way, so I cause a diversion, clanging my fork down, and at that exact time, I hook a finger
through the lace and rip straight through. Adios thong, hello sweet access.

Charlotte’s
eyes widen slightly and she pretends to cough, then looks at me. I just smile mischievously and wink. She groans.

“Charlie, dear, are you sure you alright?” asks Gwen.

I slide my thick middle finger through her slick folds. She clenches and then relaxes.

“Yeah, mom. Why do you ask?”

I circle her clit a few times with my soaked finger, then add my thumb and give it a good squeeze. She closes her eyes and leans back, her hand resting on her belly.

“Because you hardly touched your food, are making odd noises, and now you
’re leaning back rubbing your stomach. What’s going on?” her mom inquires.

Now her dad and Tommy are looking at her. I begin rolling her hard nub between my fingers and her breathing picks up.

“I’m fine, mom. I have just been a little nauseous today. Not feeling myself. Maybe I caught the flu or something.”

“Or something,” Tommy mumbles under his breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bron chimes in.

I continue t
o torture her while her family is discussing her like she isn’t even at the table. Between rubbing her tight pussy and flicking her clit, I think she is about to come. Then I hear…

“I’m just sayin’. Maybe sh
e’s pregnant,” Tommy says, shrugging as if he just said that the sky is blue. Except all eyes snap to him, as though he just said the Earth was flat.

Bron smacks him upside the head for his inappropriate comment and I take the opportunity to
pull away from Charlotte’s soaking tight pussy. I smile at my success. Charlotte turns and shoots me an evil eye, but then she leans over and kisses me, both of us forgetting that we are surrounded by company. When she pulls back, she whispers, “Dead man walking.”

All I can do is laugh at her empty threats. I know she loved it.

“What the hell, dad? I am just stating the obvious.” Tommy groans.

Charlotte and I make
eye contact and she nods giving me permission. How she can read my mind this soon into our relationship is astonishing. And comforting.

“Tommy, man. Char’s not pregnant. She’s not able to have children,” I say straight.

He looks at me confused. “She’s not?” he asks. No one responds.

Ignoring Tommy, both of her parents look at me. “She told you?” they question me in unison.

“On that note…” Charlotte says, as she stands to leave. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think I am going to have Calvin take me home so I can rest.

“Of course not, darling,” Gwen replies.

“Call me later, love bug,” Bron tells her. She nods in agreement.

“Calvin, I will save the Cognac for our next visit.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for having us. Gwen, thank you for a lovely dinner.” I lean over to shake Bron’s hand and kiss Gwen on the cheek. She blushes.

“Tommy…’ti
l next time, brother!” I fist bump him across the table and we are out.

Charlotte

“You are in so much trouble,” I say, as we enter Calvin’s office at Club M.

We go right over from my parents’ house because Calvin has to stop by and take care of an issue with one of his top clients. He is threatening to sue Calvin because the guy’s wife somehow found out about his membership to the club, got herself accepted, showed up with her own mask, and caught her husband cheating. How this is Calvin’s fault, I’m not quite sure. Calvin says that the guy is accusing him of giving out his information, and supposedly, that’s how his wife found out. Which is not true, of course. Did the dude ever think that maybe his wife followed him? Dumbass.

As we were leaving my parents’ house, Calvin got a call from Nick, who insisted on being Calvin’s lawyer – even though
he primarily practices criminal law - and asked if they could meet at the club to discuss the suit for breach of contract, among other things, that this douchebag filed.

Calvin sends me a smirk over his shoulder. “For what, Pinky?” he asks coyly.

Like he doesn’t know, ha! “Um, hello! You do remember what you were doing to me throughout dinner, right?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Calvin says, trying to keep a straight face, but his lips keep twitching.

He plops down in his desk chair and rocks back, his eyes dancing with delight as I drop my purse on his desk. I skirt the desk, stopping when I’m standing between his spread knees. I place my hands on his thighs as I lean forward to kiss him. The kiss is slow and teasing. He moans, his thighs tensing under my hands.

“Nick will be here any minute,” he whispers against my lips.

“Mmm hmm,” I hum, as I sink down to my knees in front of him.

His eyes go wide. “What the hell are you doing?” He hisses.

I grin evilly up at him as I unbutton his pants and slowly slide the zipper down. “I told you that you were in trouble, mister,” I murmur, taking his rock hard cock into my mouth before he can so much as protest.

He groans, dropping his head back against his chair. “Fuck,” he rasps.

It’s only a minute later that there is a knock on the closed door. Calvin’s head shoots up and he grabs my upper arms and tries to lift me up, but I shake him off and deep throat him. He chokes back a cry of pleasure before grabbing the edge of the desk and scooting the chair in, so that I am effectively hidden under his desk, still sucking his dick. It takes everything in me not to laugh my fucking ass off. The door opens and Nick walks in.