Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Eleven

Jones

My hands trembled as I removed my underwear. How long did it take to fall in love with someone? Was it too fast to think I was in love with Charlie Callahan? Because everything that came out of his mouth made me think I could be. When he called me beautiful, when he said he only wanted me, those were the things I had always wanted a man to tell me. I had only known him for a few days, but maybe that was enough. I had heard stories of people getting married after knowing one another for a month, then staying together for sixty-plus years.

“Jonesy.” Charlie’s big hands covered mine. “You don’t have to be nervous.” He nuzzled my neck as he helped me pull my briefs off. “Fuck, you’re stunning.”

My length slapped against my stomach, and when he dragged a finger over the sensitive tip, I shuddered. “Maybe you could just get me off?”

“Why are you so shy about this?” He rolled over to cage me in. “Do you not want me to see your beautiful ass? Watch how you make yourself come?”

I closed my eyes. “It’s not something I’m proud of.”

“Look at me, Jones. ”

I opened my eyes to stare up into Charlie’s heated gaze. His eyes were so dark it was like looking into the midnight sky.

“Masturbation isn’t wrong. Showing me how you get off isn’t a sin or whatever you were taught to believe. It’s going to make me come so fucking hard. I want to see what turns you on. What you like and what you don’t, so that next time I can do it for you.” He leaned down to suck a hickey into my skin right next to my right nipple. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Bashful?”

“Wh-what?” I shivered, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cool air in his room or his question.

Charlie smiled. “You heard me.” He kissed my nose.

“Maybe? I’m not sure,” I lied. I didn’t want to answer his question. I didn’t want to have this conversation now. “Want me to show you how I do it now?”

Charlie reached down to grip my penis with his hand. “Mm, you have no idea how badly I want to see this. I’m so fucking hard thinking about it. I’ll just touch myself and come. You like that, don’t you, Jonesy?”

“Y-yes.” I nodded as he started to stroke me. “Char-Charlie, don’t.”

He smiled, then pressed his lips to mine. “Show me.” He climbed from my body and sat cross-legged on the bed. His eyes felt like they were digging right into my soul. I watched as he reached for the bottle of lube and held it out for me.

“Okay.”

I took the bottle, moved onto my knees with my backside to Charlie, and flipped the lid open. I squirted some onto my fingers and glanced over my shoulder at him to find him stroking his penis slowly. He smirked at me when our eyes met, his brown eyes full of lust and want. The moment I sank a finger inside of myself, I dropped my forehead to the bed and let out a long groan. I wanted it to be Charlie. I wanted him to be prepping me, getting me ready for his penis, so he could have his way with me. Rub against my...

“Oh God.” I whimpered as I brushed over my prostate.

“Fuck, Jonesy, add another one for me,” Charlie begged.

I turned to look at him again and saw he was gripping his length at the base, his mouth open and his breath coming in heavy pants. I added a second finger, then a third, and rocked back against them. I felt so full. It felt so good, and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could.

“You’re so damn sexy. Look at you just fucking your fingers. Tell me how good it feels,” Charlie murmured.

I grunted. “So good, Charlie. Like my body’s going to explode into a million pieces before it’s put back together again. I wish... I wish it was you. I know you’d feel better.”

“Jesus Christ, Bashful.” He groaned, low and deep. “Stay right there.” I felt the bed shift as he moved closer. “I’m going to come on you.”

“Yes, please, yes,” I whined as I continued to move my fingers inside me.

Heat rolled over my skin and across my body as I listened to Charlie’s soft sounds of pleasure. I wasn’t even jerking myself, but I didn’t need to when I was doing this. I could get off without contact. I could feel my climax climbing higher and higher, ready to burst through my body like an earthquake as beads of sweat began to slip down my back .

“Jones!” Charlie called out, then his cum landed on my back as he let out a deep growl.

That was all I needed to push me over the edge. My entire body shook with my orgasm as I tried to shove a fourth finger inside of myself and gripped the blanket beneath me, whining and whimpering. I stopped to catch my breath, slowly removing the fingers from inside of me. My knees and arm trembled from holding up my body before I collapsed onto the bed.

“Stay just like that, bashful,” Charlie whispered, and then his tongue slid across my back as he began to clean up his release. “I wanted to shove it inside your ass, but I figured that wasn’t a good idea. We hadn’t talked about things like that yet.”

I might have liked that. “Next time,” I murmured before sleep overtook me.

***

I woke with Charlie curled around me; his front pressed to my back. I was wearing my underwear and a t-shirt that didn’t belong to me. Had he dressed me after I’d fallen asleep? I vaguely remembered him washing me with a warm cloth before helping me under the covers. My heart rattled against my chest as I gripped his wrists. Charlie was such a sweet guy. I wanted to keep him. Maybe we should run away together if what he said was true about the money. Racing cars wasn’t everything. I could do something else. Get a job in an office or something, even if I wasn’t that smart. I could answer phones. Or maybe work as a mechanic. I was good with cars.

“Mm, good morning, Bashful.” Charlie’s lips brushed over my skin. “Trust you slept well last night? You were pretty out of it.”

A smile spread over my face. “Did you dress me?”

“Washed you up, too. You had lube all over your hand and ass. Some dried cum on your back that I didn’t get.” He chuckled softly, then dropped wet kisses against my neck. “Ollie and Travis spent the night. I set them up in one of the guest rooms.”

I twisted around to face him. “You let my friends sleep here last night?” My heart rattled against my chest again.

He’s a good man, Jones. He’s kind, sweet, smart, and he took care of you, too.

“Of course.” Charlie tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “They’re important to you. And I like them. I need to get to know them if we’re going to be together.”

Warmth spread throughout my body. “They like you, too.”

Ollie and Travis had told me how nice they thought Charlie was after breakfast. Teased me a little about how I kissed him, but they always wanted me to be happy. Charlie made me happy.

“Do you have plans for the day?” Charlie leaned his forehead against mine. “I thought maybe we could do something together.”

“Oh, shoot.” I untangled myself from his arms. “Where’s my phone? What time is it? I have a race tonight, and I have to be at the shop. Oh, fudge.” I stumbled off the bed as I tried to get up. “Charlie, why are you laughing?”

He threw his head back. “Because you’re so cute, Jonesy. I love how you don’t swear. I love when you say fudge and shoot. It’s the most adorable thing.” He jutted his chin at his dresser. “Your phone’s charging.”

Again, my heart thumped in my chest so loud I was sure everyone could hear it. Charlie had charged my phone for me.

“Th-thank you.”

It wasn’t quite eight in the morning. I had to be at the shop at eleven.

“Do you want to come to my race tonight? Ollie and Travis will be there, so you could sit with them if you want. They usually come to all the races if they can. If you don’t or if you have plans, I understand. It’s not a big deal.”

I met his heated gaze as he moved to get off the bed. His brown eyes were hooded as he stalked toward me.

“Charlie, wh-what are you doing?”

“First, I’m going to kiss my boyfriend.” He caged me in against the dresser. “Then, we’re going to wake up your friends so we can make plans to have them take me to your race tonight. And last? Well, when you come back here tonight?” Charlie leaned forward so that his lips were right against my ear. “I want to suck you off again. And I want you to do the same to me.”

My legs felt like they might give out on me as my penis sprang to life. I stared at Charlie as he smirked at me.

“Please. ”

I tangled my fingers in the front of his shirt to pull him closer, and when his lips met mine, I moaned. His tongue lapped lightly at the corners of my mouth, and I opened for him, ready to spread my legs and beg him to have his way with me. But not now. I had too much to do this morning before the race, even if I wanted to put my mouth on Charlie.

“Is that a yes, Bashful?” He nipped at my bottom lip. “I’ll be so gentle with you. I’ll make you feel so good. I feel like I might die if I don’t get to taste you again.”

I rose onto my toes to kiss him again. “It’s always yes when it comes to you.”

I wanted to fall to my knees right now and take him in my mouth. Wrap my lips around his beautiful penis, swallow him as far down as I could and listen to him moan my name. Make him come down my throat. Taste what his semen tasted like again. But before I had the chance, my alarm started blaring on my phone, reminding me I had to get moving.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, Bashful, I understand,” Charlie murmured as he kissed me again. “I’ll see you later, though.”

I smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

I found my clothes folded neatly on a chair in the corner. I pulled on my shorts, and when they were up over my hips, I rushed back over to where Charlie stood so I could wrap my arms around him.

“Thank you.”

“I’m not sure why you’re thanking me, but you’re welcome.” He squeezed me against his broad chest.

“For being you, Charlie.”