Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Ten

Charlie

I figured it would be safer for Jones if I invited his friends over for a party. That way, he could tell his mother that he was hanging out with them, and she wouldn’t get too suspicious. I didn’t really know anyone else in North Carolina so I told Ollie and Travis to invite anyone else they might want to attend. I just didn’t think it would be so many people. I figured maybe four or five at the most. Right now, I was standing on the beach outside the house, my arm around Jones, while twenty plus people laughed and had a good time. Enjoyed my booze and ate my food.

“Do you know all of these people, Bashful?” I asked.

I didn’t want the police to show up. Then my father would be really pissed. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had a party, and the cops were called, but back home in Boston, I had a lot of friends. I knew people. Down here? Not so much. My father would be more than upset with me if the authorities showed up.

Jones shook his head. “Ollie and Travis do. Half of them are probably family.” I listened to the sound of his giggle when I tickled his side with my fingers. “Their father is the sheriff, though. You don’t have to worry.”

“Did I look worried?”

“You did. ”

I smiled down at him before he surprised me again and stood up to brush his lips against mine. Jones totally caught me off guard earlier this morning at the restaurant when he kissed me in front of his friends. In front of everyone in his hometown. Maybe he figured it was dark out here. No one would see us together because they were too busy dancing, drinking, and enjoying themselves to care. Maybe the hard cider was making Jones loosen up a little bit tonight.

“Jonesy,” I murmured his name as he sunk his fingers into the front of my t-shirt. “You know I care about you, right?” He nodded as a shy smile curled at his lips. “Come on, Bashful. I want to talk to you where it’s quiet.”

I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside the house, where there was no music or strangers drinking my booze. God, the way he was looking at me. This was going to absolutely crush him.

Jones beamed up at me with what I didn’t want to see in those beautiful hazel orbs. “Take me upstairs, Charlie. Put your mouth on me again.” He slid his hands up the front of my chest as he batted his lashes.

“We need to talk first. My father expects things of me. When I go home, when I go back to Boston, there’s a girl waiting for me.” Jones’s face fell, and he took a step away from me. “Let me finish before you jump to conclusions.”

He shook his head. “Are you telling me that you have a girlfriend, Charlie?”

“No, I don’t. Jones, listen to me.” I reached for his hands, only for him to slap me away. “My father expects me to be with her. She’s from a proper family, like I am. But I don’t want to be with her. I want to be with you. ”

Jones looked completely broken. Like a five-year-old who just learned there was no Santa or Easter bunny. His chin began to quiver as he stared at me, then tears began to stream down his flawless face.

“What are you saying, Charlie? That you’re promised to this girl? That she’s your future?”

“Yes, in a way.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

I grabbed his shirt and spun him back toward me before Jones could run away. “I don’t want her, Bashful. I want you. I want to be with you all the time. You’re inside my head. I want to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. I only want you!”

“Does Mama know this?” Jones asked. When I nodded, he dropped to the floor. “That’s why she told me to stay away from you. Not because she didn’t want me to be with you, but because she knew you were already taken. That I was going to end up hurt.”

I climbed down next to him. “We can run away together.” I cupped his head in my hands. “I have money. My father is rich, but my mother is richer.”

“I can’t...You do?” Jones looked like he was thinking about it for a moment. “Charlie, I can’t leave. I want to be a NASCAR driver. How is that going to happen if I just take off and leave everything behind?”

I kissed him, fully expecting Jones to push me away. His lips tasted salty like the tears he was crying, but he opened his mouth for me, and a soft moan escaped. I slipped my tongue inside. His hands found their way into my hair, threading into my dark tresses as I pushed him down onto his back .

I wanted him. I didn’t care what my father expected of me, because Jones was the one I was going to have. Not Beverly Ashford, who was the girl I was expected to marry, have babies with, and spend my life with. She didn’t know me. She didn’t smell like a warm summer day or taste like fruit or make me laugh. She didn’t blush or say things like fudge or gosh. She didn’t have a beautiful smile that lit up my insides so hard I thought they might explode. No, Jones Matthews was the one I wanted to marry. To have babies with, because I—

“Charlie.” He whimpered my name. “We should go upstairs before someone sees us.”

Jones was right.

“Come on.”

I helped him to his feet and practically dragged him upstairs to my room. The moment I shut the door; he was on me again. He slipped his hands under my shirt, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.

“Jesus, Bashful. Slow down.”

“I can’t. You’re going to leave me, go off to some snooty rich blonde girl, and I’ll...” He sank his teeth into his fat bottom lip. “You’re not going to ever be mine, not really. Are you, Charlie? You can say we’re boyfriends, and we might be for the summer, but when you go back to Boston, you’ll be hers. You’ll hold her hand, you’ll kiss her, and someday, you’ll put your mouth on her down there like you did to me.”

I raised my hand up to grip Jones’s neck. “No.” I started to walk him backward to my bed. “I’m yours.”

“Are you a virgin, Charlie? ”

“When it comes to boys, I am. I’ve never had sex with one before.”

Jones barked out a dry laugh. “Do you want to touch me like that? Put your penis inside me? Because I’d let you. I’d let you do anything you wanted to me. Right now.”

“I want that so fucking much, Bashful. You have no idea. But not tonight.” I wanted to make him come, lick his skin and body all over. Leave little bite marks all over him. But I wasn’t going to fuck Jones tonight.

Hurt flashed in his hazels. “Why not? Am I not pretty enough for you? Are my eyes the wrong color? My hair? What? I can’t change everything about myself, Charlie, but I can change some things that you don’t like.”

“Jones!” I shouted. “I want you! You think if I fuck you that’s going to change things? Is that what you want?”

I shoved away from him and stalked over to my dresser. I dug around to find the condoms and lube, then tossed them onto the bed.

“There, you want it? Fine, I’ll fuck you. It’s going to hurt, though. I hope you’re prepared to be sore tomorrow. To feel an ache inside that you’ve never felt before. I can prep you first, though, because I would never want to hurt you, Bashful.” I stared at him, saw the horror in his eyes, and noticed the tremor in his body as he reached for the bottle. “Jones, I’m not... What are you doing?”

He flipped the bottle open. “You think I’ve never stuck a finger or two inside myself before, Charlie?”

Fuck. The thought of him doing that was so hot it had my cock hard as a rock.

“I’m a gay man. I’ve been playing with myself for years. I don’t have any toys, but my fingers work pretty well. Two, three, and I tried four once, but it hurt a lot. Just like I’m sure your penis will.”

“Fuck.” I groaned when I lifted him off his feet and onto the bed. “Show me.”

Jones stared up at me with hooded eyes. “Sh-show you?”

“Show me how you touch yourself. Shove your fingers inside your ass for me.”

I reached for his shorts and popped the button. When he didn’t stop me, I yanked them down his legs and dropped them on the floor.

“Mm, Bashful, look at how fucking hard you are for me.” I cupped his cock over his underwear and watched his eyes roll.

Jones’s hips canted. “I... Charlie... Please.”

“Please, what?” I leaned down and ghosted my lips against his. “Do you have any fucking idea how beautiful I find you? How attracted to you I am? I don’t want anyone else, Jones. Just you. Your hazel eyes, your blond hair, just you. I don’t ever want you to change a thing about yourself.”

He tried to get some friction with my hand wrapped around him. “I want to come.”

“Oh, and you will. But first.” I released his dick to stand up. “You’re going to lube up your fingers, then show me how you stick them inside that tight little hole of yours.”

Jones’s cheeks burned pink, and he dropped his chin. Obviously, the liquid courage had worn off. “Do I have to?”

“No.” He didn’t. Not if it made him uncomfortable or weird. “Hey.” I tucked a finger under Jones’s chin. “You don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want. But just know that it will turn me on so damn much to watch you get yourself off.”

Jones pulled his lip between his teeth. “Will you jerk off while I do it?”

Oh, now that was unexpected.

“Oh, Bashful, I am going to jerk off so fucking hard,” I whispered, then kissed his pretty mouth. “Watching you is going to be a wet dream.”

Jones chased after me for another kiss, and I gave it to him because I didn’t want to deny him anything. He whined when I sank my tongue between his lips, climbed up onto the bed, and straddled his hips so that our cocks rubbed together.

“I’m scared, Charlie. I don’t want to feel like this about you if you’re going to leave.”

“You don’t have to be scared, Jones, because I’m not leaving.”

“You can’t say that for sure.”

I gripped his head in my hands. “I one hundred percent know that.”

“I—” Jones stopped before he kissed me again, and then we were lost in one another as he let me take control.

I slid off his shirt, pressed hot wet kisses all over his chest, arms, and belly. I dipped my tongue inside his belly button to listen to him squeal with laughter and push me away. Then I flipped us over so that Jones was above me, his hazel orbs watching me with blown-out pupils that nearly took up the entirety of his irises. He slowly slipped off my shirt, then removed my shorts, so we were both left in our briefs. He threaded his hands in my hair as he stared at me, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.

“Nervous, Bashful?” I loved how his body felt against mine. Perfect, amazing, right.

Jones nodded. “Very. I’ve never done this with anyone. Just you.”

“I’m honored to share this with you.” I leaned up to kiss him. “You’re so hot.”

He blushed, which was what I was going for.

“I don’t know why you think that but thank you,” he said quietly.

I shoved him onto the bed and pinned him down. “Fuck what anyone else has ever said to you, Jonesy. They were either playing stupid, blind, or jealous. You’re a work of art. Forget them. It’s all about what I think now. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Good, now that that’s settled, take off your underwear and show me how you get off with your fingers stuffed in your ass.”