Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Six

Charlie

Once Jones got over the initial shock of my room—he told me it was triple the size of his—he finally seemed to relax. He gasped at the size of the ridiculous bathroom, gazed fondly at the huge wide-screen television, and seemed more than intrigued by the walk-in closet. I wasn’t rich, that was my father, but I realized that this had to be a bit crazy for him. I didn’t care that he lived in a trailer park. I liked him, and even if he was homeless, I would still like him. And now that Jones was in my bedroom, where I slept, walked around naked, and did other things, I hoped he would let me get my mouth on that cock of his.

“Jonesy.” I gripped his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Just relax. We’re only going to watch a movie.”

He nodded. “A movie.”

“A movie,” I repeated.

Jones reached down to play with the hem of my shirt. “What if I don’t want to watch a movie with you?” He gazed up at me from under long lashes.

“What do you want to do?”

“Will you touch me again?”

I chuckled. “Touch you where? You have to say the words.” I moved to press my lips to his ear and felt the way Jones’s entire body shuddered against mine. I wanted to devour him whole until he came, shouting my name. I wanted to see what it took to make Jones Matthews swear. What would unravel him completely.

“My penis. Touch my penis,” he begged.

I turned his head and licked his neck, then sucked the skin lightly. “You’re such a fucking dream, Jones,” I murmured. “Do you want to touch me?” He nodded. “Where?”

“Your penis,” Jones whispered.

I loved how shy he was. How he never said anything dirty unless you thought the word penis was dirty. I reached up and cupped Jones’s head between my hands.

“Is that so?”

“Y-yes.” He stared at me with blown-out hazel orbs. “P-please.”

Fuck, Jones might be the death of me. But it would be worth the fall.

“You don’t have to be so polite about it, but it’s a major turn-on that you are.”

I crushed my lips against his and loved the way he instantly opened his mouth for me, his tongue curling around mine. His hands dug into the front of my shirt, and it took all I had not to shove him onto my bed. I wanted to devour Jones, ruin, wreck, and eat him alive. He was mine. I wanted to keep him, even though I knew that wasn’t possible.

“Charlie.” He panted out my name as he pulled back. He reached up to touch my face with the pads of his fingers. I noticed Jones liked to do that. Touch me. I liked it, but then again, there wasn’t anything about Jones that I didn’t enjoy. “ Can you...?” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as a blush crept up his neck as he left the question hanging.

“Yes, Jonesy. Take off your clothes for me. Unless you want me to take them off for you?”

His eyes went round.

“Is that what you want me to do?” I murmured.

I had only kissed a couple of guys before him, so this was all new territory to me. I had been with a couple of girls. It had never been anything I enjoyed, more of a chore, which is when I realized I was bi. Being with Jones was like a tornado inside a bottle. Ready to rip apart a house at any moment. I craved him like a drug even after such a short time.

Jones nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Lift your arms for me.”

He immediately did as I asked, and when I removed his shirt, I ran the palm of my hand over his smooth, soft skin. I watched the way his nipples pebbled and grew into stiff buds. Jones was absolute perfection. I meant what I had said. He was beautiful. Gorgeous.

Mine.

I moved to unbutton his shorts so that I could slide them down his slim hips and thighs. I could see the outline of his thick, heavy cock against his briefs, and the slightly wet mark that had started to spread where he had begun to leak for me. I smiled at Jones as he lifted first his left leg, then his right, which left him in nothing but his underwear.

“Get on the bed for me, Jonesy,” I whispered.

He did so without objecting. I quickly shed my own clothes, then stopped to take in the sight before me. Jones looked absolutely breathtaking spread out on my bed. His sun-kissed skin called to me to mark him, claim him, so that no one else would dare try to touch him. The blond hair that covered his arms and legs, the treasure trail that disappeared below the elastic of his underwear made my mouth water. Jones’s hazel eyes watched me, hooded and heavy with lust, as I finally climbed up and splayed my heavy body over his smaller one.

“Charlie,” Jones whined when I pressed my lips against his Adam’s apple, then he combed his fingers through my hair. His hips arched up against mine, and I let out a low groan of my own. I dragged my tongue over his neck, then I kissed my way up his jaw so I could claim his mouth again.

His lips. Out of all the things about Jones, his pretty hazel eyes, his curly blond hair, his lips had to be my favorite. Pink, plump, and oh so edible, I wanted to kiss them forever. I wanted to keep my mouth against his all night. Until Jones’s lips were swollen; until the scruff on my face left little nicks and scratches against his delicate skin. Until I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t kissing him. I nipped lightly at his bottom lip, then shoved my tongue inside his hot, wet mouth, causing him to yank hard on my dark tresses.

Jones was so responsive. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was so new to all of this or because he was into me, but I was so into him. The way he groaned into my mouth. Pulled at my hair and rubbed his cock up against mine. I don’t even think Jones realized he was doing it. He was so blissed out on what we were doing that I was sure an airplane could land on the roof, and he wouldn’t even notice.

“Please,” he begged softly. “I need you. ”

“What do you need, Bashful? You have to tell me, or I can’t give it to you.” I dragged my thumb over his nipple, and Jones let out a moan.

Jones’s entire body shook with want. “Touch me. Touch my erection. Please. I need it.” God, he was so fucking sweet and polite. “With your mouth.”

A low growl vibrated in my chest. Then I was slipping down between Jones’s thighs, shoving them apart, and yanking his underwear down. His cock sprang out and slapped his stomach, nearly smacking me in the face. Nestled against blond hair, it made my mouth water. He wasn’t as long as I was, but he was thicker, and I wanted to choke on it. Wanted to wrap my lips around his dick, then suck on it until he came down my throat in hot, salty spurts, crying out my name. Which let’s be honest, he probably would.

“You want my mouth on you, Jonesy?”

He nodded so hard I thought he might hurt himself.

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yes. P-please,” he stuttered.

Jones’s hazel eyes were wide as he watched me catch the bead of precum that clung to the mushroom tip with my tongue. His eyes rolled back, and he sank his teeth into his fat bottom lip as he waited for my next move.

I smiled up at him, then pressed a kiss to Jones’s shaft. The sound he made caused my own dick to jerk against the mattress.

Don’t fucking come, Charlie. How embarrassing would that be if you came before Jones?

“Eyes on me, Bashful.” Then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his warm, velvety cock .

“Oh, my Christmas stars!” Jones called out so loudly I was thankful no one was home.

But he didn’t look away. He kept those beautiful hazel orbs glued to mine as I took him as far down my throat as I could before I gagged. That didn’t stop me. Not when tears blurred my vision and slipped down my cheeks. Not when Jones fisted the blanket so tightly, I thought that I heard the fabric rip.

I rutted against the mattress, trying to get some friction, and gripped the base of his cock with one hand. Jones’s hips canted, his eyes glued to mine, and when he moaned my name, I thought for sure I was going to blow my load in my underwear. I pulled off his beautiful dick and crawled up his body to slide my mouth over his.

“W-why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

I pulled my underwear down just enough so that my dick and balls were out. “Of course not. We’re going to come together.” I shimmied back, straddled his waist, spat into my hand, and then wrapped it around both of our cocks.

“Charlie, oh my goodness.” Jones’s eyes rolled back before they slammed shut as I began to jerk us together.

I grunted. “What did I tell you, Bashful? Look at me.”

He immediately opened them again.

“Do you like it? Does it feel good?”

Jones nodded.

“Tell me.”

“It feels amazing. It’s like there’s a fire burning inside my belly. Or...like... Oh... Oh goodness... Charlie!” He cried out my name as he came. Ropes of cum landed on his stomach and chest, but he never closed his eyes. He kept those beautiful hazels on me as he shot his load all over himself.

I tipped over the edge with Jones. A shiver ripped up my spine as my orgasm hit me and spilled down our cocks. Down into my pubic hair and into his. I growled Jones’s name as he watched me, his teeth once again buried in his bottom lip, which I wanted to suck on. Sweat clung to my back and arms when I stopped to catch my breath.

Jones gave me a shy smile as I dragged two fingers through his cum before bringing it up to his mouth. He opened for me without hesitation and sucked them clean. When I did it again, he nipped at my fingertips, and I watched wide-eyed when his spent cock started to perk back up.

Someone was ready for round two already.

“Was that good?” Jones whispered softly. “I mean, it was for me, but was it for—”

I silenced his silly question with a hard kiss before I climbed from the bed in search of a washcloth in my bathroom. When I returned, Jones was sitting up and looked a little nervous, his shirt in his hand.

“Lie back down.”

He obeyed without hesitation, and I liked that more than I should have.

Jones was polite, kind, shy, and sweet. Nothing like the girls I had dated or had gotten off with back home. I was no good for him, and when I left, I knew I could never see him again, no matter what I told him. He smiled at me as I cleaned the cum from his body, and that pretty cock of his was harder than a rock between his legs by the time I was done. I pressed my mouth against his, and when I pulled back, he chased after me for more.

“Put on some pants, Bashful, and we’ll go downstairs to make something to eat.”

“Okay.” Jones nodded as he yanked his shirt over his head.

No, we weren’t doing that. I quickly went to my closet, dug out some joggers and one of my old Nirvana tees as well as something for myself, and came back out to hand them to him.

“Wear these.”

Jones beamed up at me with a smile so big I thought it might split his face. Without a word, he quickly changed into my clothes and stood up.

“They smell like you.”

“Come on.” I linked our hands together and led him downstairs to the kitchen.