Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Thirteen

Charlie

It hit me while watching the race that Ollie might have feelings for Jones. How he kept talking about him. Jones this and Jones that . How proud of him he was. How talented a driver Jones was. How he was going to become a famous NASCAR driver someday and get out of this backwoods town. I saw it in Ollie’s green eyes. The way they lit up when he said Jones’s name. He screamed and cheered louder than anyone in the stands when Jones took the lead, including me. Ollie wanted Jones. They were friends. He knew Jones better than I did. But Jones was mine, and I wasn’t going to give him up without a fight.

“Don’t say anything,” Travis had whispered into my ear. “Ollie would never ruin what the two of you have. He loves Jones, but he’s not...” He glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who was talking rapidly with a gentleman sitting next to us. “Ollie’s not going to make a move. Our father wouldn’t accept him. You understand, right, Charlie?”

Ollie didn’t seem jealous of me. I thought he liked me, and I liked him, too, but I meant what I said. I would fight for Jones. Now that I had found him, I had no plans to give him up.

“Gosh, Charlie, this bathroom...” He spun around in a circle as he looked around the bathroom. “It’s bigger than my whole bedroom.” He flushed pink when he met my eyes. “Your tub is separate from your shower. We should take a bath together sometime.”

I rushed over to crush my lips against his, my hands splayed against his neck. Mine, mine, mine. Fuck anyone who tried to get in my way and that included my father, his mother, and Ollie. The soft gasp that escaped Jones’s mouth right before our lips collided made my already-stiff cock jerk inside my briefs, and when our tongues tangled, I wanted to shove it down his throat until I felt his tonsils. His hands clutched at my shoulders as I stared into his hazel eyes, took in his hooded lids, the way Jones let me control the kiss and how he just gave in to me.

“Get naked.” I groaned against his lips. “I want to see this sexy body all wet. I want to put my mouth all over every single inch of your skin. I want to mark and claim you, so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Jones’s lips formed a perfect circle, then he tugged his underwear off. His cock jutted out and smacked his stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum behind. My fingers itched to touch him. My mind screamed at me to drop to my knees so I could take him into my mouth and suck him down my throat until he came calling out my name. But instead, I reached out to drag the tip of my finger over the precum that clung to the tip of his dick and brought it up to his lips. Without hesitation, Jones opened his mouth for me and sucked.

“Fuck, you are so perfect.”

The way he blushed went straight to my already-eager cock. The shyness. His eagerness to please. The hazel eyes and blond hair. This amazing, naked body that I was currently lucky enough to stare at. Jones wasn’t as toned or muscular as I was, but his body was just right. Trim where it should be, with a flat, taut stomach and that little strip of hair that started at his belly button and led me right down to his flawless dick nestled in his pubic hair.

“You’re staring, Charlie. Is... is something wrong?” Jones’s brows dipped.

I shook my head. “No, everything is just right, Bashful,” I assured him. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, okay?”

He gave me his shy smile as I moved to turn on the shower, twisting the knobs to make sure the water was just right. Not too hot, but not too cold. I glanced over my shoulder to find Jones chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at me. I held out my hand, and he smiled at me, big and wide, when he stepped forward to take it.

“Just stand under the water while I take off my briefs. I want to soap you up, though, so wait for me.”

“Okay.”

Always so eager to please. Was he like this with everyone or just me? The way Travis called him a himbo echoed in my mind, and I gritted my teeth.

Jones wasn’t a himbo. He was more like a loveable golden retriever. I certainly couldn’t drive a car like he did tonight, and I doubted his friends could either.

Once I was naked, I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me. Jones was standing under one of the showerheads, his eyes closed, and his shoulders relaxed. I took a second to soak him in, how beautiful he was, like a wet dream, before I reached for the shampoo to squirt some into my hand.

“Turn around, Jonesy.”

His eyes popped open, then he smiled at me and did as I asked.

“You really were fantastic tonight.” I rubbed the soap into his wet hair, the rich scent of coconut filling the small space. “Flawless. I’ve never seen anyone handle a car like that.” I dragged my nails across his scalp, which caused him to whimper softly. I dropped my mouth closer to his ear. “Sexy, too.”

Jones’s entire body trembled against mine as he swung his head around to stare at me with blown-out pupils. “Chalie, can I touch you now?” His gaze darted to my cock before meeting mine.

“Rinse the shampoo out first.” I chuckled at his eagerness. How his fingers moved quickly through his blond hair to get out the soap. I tucked a finger beneath his chin. “Say it again for me.”

I saw the question in his eyes before Jones’s entire body flushed pink. “I’m yours.”

“Mm, yes, you are.” I slid my lips over his. “You want to touch me?”

Jones nodded eagerly. “Please, yes, I want to.” His entire body hummed with lust and need as he sank to his knees. “Is this okay?” He looked up at me with drops of water clinging to his lashes and cheeks.

“You want to put your mouth on me? Is that what you want? ”

Just the thought of those soft, pink lips stretched around my cock had me aching to come. I would need to be gentle with Jones. He had never given a blowjob before. I was his first. Pride bloomed inside my heart, and I gently pushed the hair back from his face.

“Yes, please.” Jones stared up at me. “May I?”

Fucking hell. My throat grew tight with want “Jonesy.” I groaned his name as he leaned forward, his mouth inches from my dick. “Suck me, please, yes.”

I had to resist the urge to shove my cock down his throat the moment I felt his lips slide down my length. Jones had never done this before. I never wanted to hurt him or use him like that. He reached up to grip the base, his eyes still glued to mine as he tried to take more. I felt his tongue flatten against the underside while he bobbed up and down, a soft gagging noise escaping his throat.

“Easy, Bashful, you’re doing so good. Your mouth is heaven wrapped around me.” I tangled my fingers in his wet hair. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Jonesy? So good to me. You’re mine, too. All mine. No one else gets to feel this hot mouth or touch your cock the way I do.” I watched his eyes widen at my words. “You like that, don’t you? Me claiming you.”

Jones nodded as he pushed me farther down his throat, only to pull back coughing and gasping for air. He sputtered as he tried to catch his breath but leaned forward to drag his tongue over my slit. He beamed up at me, and I smiled at him, my hands in his hair again.

“Am I doing a good job, Charlie?” he whispered, then sucked the tip back into his hot, wet mouth .

“The best job. The best... Fucking hell, Jones.” I groaned loudly as he began to work me over faster. “You’re such a good boy.” I echoed the words from a few moments ago and caught the way his ears burned pink. I combed my fingers through his curls as my hips canting like they had a mind of their own. “That’s it. I’m so fucking close. Suck me harder. Harder. There you go. Good boy.” His eyes flashed with heat. He braced his free hand against my thigh, the other one still locked around my shaft. “Jones, I’m going to come.”

A fireball of bliss raged up my spine and throughout my body as I let out a roar of satisfaction. Jones never let up as he sucked me to completion. He didn’t pull back; he didn’t stop, and he never took his eyes off mine as he drank down every last bit of cum I fed him. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock before he climbed to his feet and brushed his lips over mine.

“You taste good, Charlie.”

I grabbed him, and he squealed with surprise. “Get out of the shower.”

“Wh—why?”

“Out of the shower right now.”

Jones stared at me with big wide hazel eyes but did as I told him. He wrapped his arms around himself as I turned off the water and handed him a towel.

“Did I do something wrong?” he whispered.

When I turned to look at him, those eyes were no longer on me and were now focused on the carpet beneath him.

“I mean, I know it was my first blowjob, but I tried my best. You sounded like you enjoyed it. You said I was doing the best job, and that I was a good boy.” His nostrils flared as his ears turned pink again. “I can get better. I just need to practice.”

“What?” I gasped, dropping the towel. “You’re kidding. I’m not... I’m not mad at you, Jones.”

He raised his head to look up at me from under his lashes.

“Fuck, that was amazing. I shouldn’t have been so stern. I wanted you to dry off so I could get you into my bed. Return the favor. Put my hands and lips all over that beautiful body of yours. Hold you. Tell you what a good boy you are.” I smiled when his lips twitched. “You like that, don’t you?”

Jones nodded. “Yes, Charlie, I like it.”

“You’re my good boy,” I murmured and grabbed his hand so I could lace our fingers together. “Sometimes I get carried away and get bossy. I’m not mad at you, and I fucking loved the way your mouth felt wrapped around my cock. So very much.”

I tugged on his arm so he would come closer. Jones stepped toward me, and I quickly dropped his hand so I could wrap my arms around him.

“I thought I did it wrong.”

“There’s no wrong way, Jonesy. You were perfect. You’re always perfect.” I pressed a kiss into his wet hair. “You’re my good boy.” I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. Jesus, he really liked that. “Let’s finish drying off and go into my room. I think it’s my turn to return the favor.”

He nodded at me when I untangled myself from his arms. “Charlie?”

“Yes, Bashful?” I dragged my thumb across his cheek .

That shy smile spread over Jones’s face. “If I’m yours, does that make you mine?”

I hadn’t assured him of that, had I? I had only told him I would fight Ollie for him if it came down to it. Made him say he was mine . “Yes, yes, it does.”

“Then I’m your good boy, and you’re my Charlie.”

As Jones slowly dried himself off, a tingly feeling began to spread throughout my body.

I liked how that sounded. His Charlie.