Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Three

Jones

“I’m into you,” Charlie murmured again, then his plump lips landed on mine, soft and warm.

His tongue licked around the seam of my mouth, and the heat of his body burned against mine. His breath was warm against my face as he stared down at me. God, he was so amazing. So beautiful. Was this really happening?

I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to capture every single moment as it happened in real time. I wanted Charlie to keep kissing me. I liked the way his tongue kept probing along the outline of my mouth. I liked the way his right hand was digging into my hip while the other one was combing through my damp hair. I felt his mouth turn up into a smile before he finally slid his tongue between my lips. I whimpered at the way it felt, how it filled the concaves of my mouth. How it felt like it was meant to be there.

I ran the palm of my hand up Charlie’s bare chest, over his perfectly sculpted muscles, and down his flat abs. I touched his face, his cheeks, his eyebrows, and his soft, dark hair. He groaned when I snaked my palm over the hairs on his chest, his stomach, and felt his happy trail. I wasn’t brave enough to go lower than that. He was really kissing me. He was sucking on my tongue and nipping at my lips while I continued to touch him. His penis—his very hard penis—was against my knee, and I was tempted to stand up so I could know what it felt like to have our erections pressed together. The thought sent electricity through my entire body. I whimpered softly.

“Jones.” Charlie pulled back and cupped my head between his hands. “Jones, Jones, Jones.” The way he said my name was like music to my ears. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

I chased after his mouth. “Please.” I wanted to kiss Charlie forever. I wanted to kiss him until the moon disappeared and the sun came up over the ocean. Until summer turned into fall, fall faded into winter, and snow fell from the sky.

“In time, I promise.”

“More, I just... I’ve never kissed anyone until right now.”

He cupped my head in his hands. “How is that possible? A gorgeous boy like you? I don’t believe it.”

I moved to kiss him again, and this time he didn’t stop me. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but when my lips met Charlie’s, he hummed softly. I pressed my mouth against his, the salty taste of the ocean flooding my taste buds, and it was the only thing I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. When we broke apart for the second time, Charlie dragged a finger down my cheek and lifted my chin so he could give me a soft kiss.

He stepped back, then grabbed his clothes to get dressed but came back to sit next to me, moving his chair closer and taking my hand so he could lace our fingers together.

I had questions. So many questions for Charlie right now, but I was afraid to ask them. Would I see him again after he went home? Had he kissed a lot of boys? I opened my mouth to ask him, but he tugged on my hand. I stopped to look at him, and the grin on his face stopped me.

“Come here, Jonesy.” Charlie patted his lap.

I stared at him. I was still in just my boxers. “I don’t—”

“Don’t be shy now, Jones. I want to kiss you again. Don’t you want to kiss me?”

Heck yes, I did.

Before I could even think twice about it, I was out of my chair and straddling Charlie’s lap, my hands in his hair and his lips on mine. He was so good at this. Kissing, making me feel like I was going to burst into a million pieces at any moment while his big hands roamed all over my bare back.

That’s about the moment I remembered I was still only in my boxers.

“Hey.” His breath was hot in my ear, his voice deep and low. “Want to lie down? I brought a blanket.”

I nodded. “Yes, I would like that very much.”

I climbed to my feet, trying desperately to hide my hard-on, while Charlie spread the blanket out on the sand. Then he reached for me, his lips found mine, and I forgot about anything else.

“Here.” Charlie hummed softly as he lifted one of my legs. “Wrap it around my waist. Yeah, just like that.” His soft lips turned up into a smile against mine. “Are you sure you’ve never kissed anyone else? I think you’re fibbing.”

“I’m not... you’re teasing me.” I giggled when he tickled my side. “Am I good at it?”

He dragged his nose down my jawline, against my neck, and over my Adam’s apple. “So very good, Jonesy. ”

His tongue slid languidly across my skin, and I swear I was going to spontaneously combust. My heart thumped so fast inside my chest as Charlie’s fingers danced around the edge of my boxers. Was he going to touch me down there? Would I survive if he did? My hips arched up like they had a mind of their own. I did. I did want him to touch me, though.

“Easy,” Charlie murmured and pressed a hand on my waist. He stopped to look at me, his gaze eating me alive. “Tell me a secret. Something maybe you’ve only told one or two people.”

I swallowed nervously. “I tried this weird pizza once, with my friends Ollie and Travis. It had peanut butter and bacon on it. It was actually pretty good.”

“What? Okay, that’s just blasphemy.” Charlie let out a loud belly laugh that made his eyes crinkle around the corners and those dimples appear.

I instantly reached up to touch that mole on his face that I was so fascinated with. “I’m sorry.” I yanked my hand away.

“No, Jonesy, touch me. Touch me anywhere you want.” He took my hand to bring it back to his face.

I hoped Charlie couldn’t see my blush. “You tell me something now.”

I let my fingers roam over his nose and jawline. So perfect in every single way. His eyes tracked me like a hawk.

“I’m bisexual, Jones. I’ve kissed boys before, but that’s all I’ve done with them,” Charlie whispered. “And I’m really into you.” Then he kissed me again, his mouth hot and wet.

I whimpered at his touch .

Please don’t let this end in heartbreak. Let this be everything I’ve ever wanted.

***

We spent most of the night kissing, talking, sharing things with one another about our lives. I took pictures; he took some as well. I had never been this happy in my entire life. We made s’mores. Charlie fed one to me, and I blushed right up to the roots of my hair. I tried beer for the first time and decided I preferred the hard cider he picked out for me. Charlie told me his daddy ran a law firm and that he wanted his son to inherit it from him. Charlie said he didn’t want to do that; he liked helping people and thought he might want to be a nurse. Being a lawyer sounded boring. But then again, what did I know? He was supposed to start college in the fall as a law major, but he hoped he could switch it if he could convince his father.

“You’re not twenty-one?” I gasped.

He kissed me again, his mouth sticky from the marshmallows. He seemed to like to kiss me as much as I liked to kiss him. “Nineteen.” He barked out a laugh when I continued to stare at him. “I have a fake ID that I use. No one knows me here, anyway, since I hardly ever visit my father.”

“Lord, you’re practically robbing the cradle.”

“Yeah, Jonesy, I am.”

We kissed so much that I had stubble burn on my face, around my mouth, and down my neck. I didn’t care. I wanted it on every single inch of my body. I pushed for more, but Charlie said we had time. I was petrified it would run out before he returned home.

“I want to do everything with you,” I whispered against his mouth as he cradled my head in his hands.

Charlie nodded. “Me, too. We will.”

“You don’t understand.” I pushed him down onto the blanket. I grew braver as the night grew longer. “Everything.”

Charlie grasped my hips. “We will.” Then he flipped me onto my back and proceeded to kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. Until I didn’t know what day it was, what state I was in, or what my name was. I rubbed against him; his hard length pressed against mine. The friction was like nothing I had ever felt before. I had masturbated before. But this...this felt so different.

“Please,” I begged into his mouth.

“In time.” Was all Charlie promised before he moved me onto my side, my poor dick begging me for some attention. “Don’t look at me like that, Jonesy. You think I’m not eager to get into your pants? My cock is hard, too.”

I blushed under the moon at his choice of words. “Touch me then.”

“Touch your cock?” Charlie’s Adam’s apple bopped when I nodded. “You want me touch you?” His fingers brushed me lightly, and I whimpered. “That’s what you want, Jonesy?”

I inched closer. “Yes. Please, touch me.”

His lips slanted over mine while he gripped the head of my penis through my boxers. I let out a low, deep whine as Charlie tugged and twisted. It felt so much better than I had ever imagined. And that was with my underwear on. I wondered what it might be like if there was no fabric between us. He moved slowly, taking his time, and his mouth captured all the sounds I released.

“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” Charlie nipped at my bottom lip. “You want to come for me? You want to come in your boxers right here on the beach?”

I nodded. “Yes, please, Charlie. Yes.” I would do anything if he asked me to.

“Mm, I think that I would like that, too.” Then he wrapped his fist around me, squeezed and pumped me so fast I nearly lost my breath. My balls pulled tight, heat streaked up my spine, and I came so hard I thought I might black out.

“Holy cheese and crackers!”

Cum filled my boxers, hot and sticky. I was going to have to walk back to the trailer like that, but I didn’t care. It burst from inside me like a freight train on a mission, and I thought for sure it was never going to stop. Charlie kept jerking me through the entire climax, whispering how pretty I was, how I was a good boy, and that he couldn’t wait to do it again. Maybe next time with his mouth.

Then I was staring up at the sky, trying to catch my breath while Charlie rested his head on my chest. “You’re so amazing,” he murmured.

“What?” I blinked at him when he turned my head to look at him.

He smiled at me, those dark eyes full of mischief. “You’re amazing, Jonesy. Watching you come apart like that was a true masterpiece. ”

“Thank you, Charlie. No one has ever touched me like that before.”

He laughed again before he came up and straddled me, his thick thighs on either side of mine. “Come out with me tomorrow.”

“Where are you going?” I would go anywhere with him.

“Nowhere, but everywhere. Do you have plans with your mom?” Charlie kissed me. “If you can’t—”

I shook my head. “She has plans with some friends. I’ll be wherever you need me to be.”

“Good, then it’s a date.” Charlie moved back to lie next to me.

We kissed more. Laughed and talked about our future. Watched the sun come up with our fingers laced together before I realized Mama might realize I wasn’t in my room. Fear prickled at my brain about her thinking something had happened to me.

“I have to go,” I whispered against his lips. “I didn’t exactly tell Mama I was going out.”

He seemed to understand. “I’ll pick you up around one o’clock. If that’s okay. Will you be awake?”

“For you, yes,” I promised before I chased his mouth for another kiss. “See you soon.”

Charlie leaned his forehead against mine. “Soon, Jonesy.”