Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Nineteen

Charlie

This was crazy. No, scratch that, I was crazy for putting some crappy, silicone ring on Jones’s finger, but the look in his eyes told me it meant more to him than anything else. He deserved a real promise ring. One decorated with jewels that we picked out together. One fit for the prince Jones was. I stared down at him as he watched me, his hazel orbs filled with something I was afraid to say aloud. Something that I had never said to another person unless you counted my parents, and honestly, that was a long, long time ago. Before I even understood what the word meant.

“Jonesy,” I whispered, then dipped my head to slide my lips over his.

He beamed at me as I reached down to lift him up onto the edge of the pool. Jones was simply beautiful with his blond curls, gorgeous hazel eyes, and a body I wanted to do dirty, bad things to. I dragged a finger down his chest and watched his eyes darken to an olive green. His breath came out in heavy pants, then he gasped when I finally wrapped my hand around his eager cock.

“I’m going to devour you, Bashful.”

Jones whimpered as he combed his hands through my hair. “Yes, I’m yours. ”

“I know you are.” I pressed my lips against the side of his neck, down his throat, and over his shoulder. The hickeys I had marked him with earlier were still there, and I wasted no time in adding several more. “All mine. Made just for me, and I plan to keep it that way.”

The soft little gasp that escaped Jones’s mouth told me he was already on edge. “Will you make love to me, Charlie?”

That had not been my original plan. What I had wanted to do was edge Jones repeatedly until he was begging me to come. Until he had tears streaming down his face as he chased me for what he needed. But the way Jones asked me to make love to him stung my heart in a way I had never felt before. I wanted to crack open my chest so he could climb inside.

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it?”

“It’s all I want. It’s all I can think about.”

“Tell me, Bashful.”

Jones’s cheeks burned crimson. “How good it will feel. How much I want to have y-you inside of m-me.”

The way he stumbled over his words was more than adorable. I was absolutely sure that I was madly in love with this man, even though I knew it was too soon to feel that way. And I was going to break his heart.

“Mm, is that so?” I tilted his head up, so he had no choice but to look at me. His hazel orbs fixed on me, filled with lust and need. “Are you sure you want to give that to me? Once we do it, there’s no going back. You’ll no longer be a virgin.”

Jones nodded. “I want you to be my first.” He placed his hands on my shoulders .

I captured his mouth with mine, shoving my tongue between his lips without hesitation, groaning at the way he let me take what I wanted. Taking someone’s virginity was a big step. Something Jones was going to remember for the rest of his life, even we didn’t last. If we did this, I needed to make it good for him.

I yanked Jones back into the pool and caged him in against the wall, making sure he could feel how much I wanted this. “I’m going to ask you again. You’re sure that you want this from me? You can say no, and I won’t be upset.”

“Yes, please, Charlie, I need you. I want you to make love to me.” He never hesitated in his words, and the truth he spoke was written all over his beautiful, flawless face.

Love.

Fuck. Me . “Come on.”

I laced our fingers together and practically dragged him from the water. The air had turned cooler, and his skin broke out in goosebumps. I grabbed a towel to dry him off, and the smile on Jones’s face made my heart nearly burst from my chest. I needed to get a grip on myself before things got out of control. Before I said things I couldn’t take back. Things that would ruin us both.

He giggled. “You don’t have to do that.” Jones reached for the towel, but I pushed his hand away.

“Let me take care of you.” I stopped to look at him. His blond curls were wild, and his eyes sparkled. “Please, Bashful,” I added.

Jones blushed, his entire chest and face turning a pale shade of pink. “Thank you. ”

When I finished drying him off, I worked on myself and then took his hand again. “Let’s go inside.”

I only stopped to grab our clothes before we went back into the house. Jones squeezed me tightly as he followed me to my room, and then I was twisting him around to kiss him again. To get at those soft, plump lips I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“Fuck, Bashful, how are you not nervous?” My entire body was shaking with excitement and anxiety, but Jones looked as cool as a cucumber.

“Because it’s you, Charlie.”

Jones said it so simply. Like we had known one another our entire lives and that this was the most natural step in our relationship. Not that we hadn’t met by chance because our parents were getting married, and for the first time since my father moved here, I had decided to come visit. To meet my future stepmother.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” Jones reached up and dragged his fingers over my face. “No one has ever made me feel as special as you do.”

I backed him up against the bed, and when he sat down, my cock jerked against my leg.

“Because you are special. Get comfortable, Bashful. I’m going to make this so good for you.”

Jones moved farther onto the mattress, his eyes bright as he kept them on mine. I opened the drawer of the table next to the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom before I joined him. I crawled over Jones’s body, pressing kisses over his jawline and neck before I found his lips again. He threaded his fingers into my hair while his legs dropped open, and I groaned at the feel of his hard, eager cock against mine.

I pulled back to smile at Jones, taking in his blown-out pupils, the way his lips were parted, and how he already looked completely wrecked just for me. I shimmied down his torso, stopping to lick at his hard, pebbled nipples, and soaking in his moans and gasps. Jones’s hands fisted the blanket at his side as he watched me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his perfect face. I took the time to suck more hickeys into the softness of his belly, then stopped to press my nose into the soft, golden hairs around his cock. He smelled like the pool, a little like my bodywash, and all mine.

“Ch-Charlie.” Jones whimpered as I dragged my tongue over the length of his shaft. “I need you so bad.”

I wrapped my hand around him. “What do you need, Bashful? Tell me.” I twisted my fingers around the head of his cock, and the feral sound he made went straight to my groin.

“You, inside of me. Please. Now,” Jones whined.

I pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, catching the salty precum on my tongue, then swallowed him down to the root. His hips canted, and I nearly choked on his beautiful length. He jerked me off him, then twisted his body around to get to me.

“Jesus, you don’t—”

“Now, Charlie,” he growled. “None of this jerking me around business. I want you inside of me. I’m sick of waiting.”

I liked this bossy version of Jones way too much .

“Is that so?” I smirked as he let me flip him onto his back. “Whatever you want, Bashful. I’ll take care of you.” I reached over for the lube and popped open the bottle. “I’ve never done this before.” I’d been with girls, but I’d never done anal.

“Open me up, Charlie, I can take it. You saw me when I played with myself,” Jones whispered as he lifted his legs and showed me his perfect pink hole.

I bit back a groan. “My dick is going to be different than your fingers.”

I leaned down to drag my tongue over his entrance, and his entire body trembled. Then I slid my finger inside all the way to the knuckle, and he released the most beautiful whine.

“More, Charlie, please,” Jones begged, and when I added a second digit, he let out a soft moan that had me wanting to slide my cock inside of him. “Yes. Gosh, that’s so good.”

My dick jerked, and I reached down to grip the base, afraid I would come before I had the chance to get inside of him.

“You like that, huh?”

I moved my fingers in and out of his tight channel, imagining what he would feel like wrapped around me, scissoring them, opening him just the way he asked me to. His body trembled at my touch.

“Ch-Charlie, I’m ready,” Jones whined. “Need you now.”

I hated to remove my fingers from inside him, but my boy needed me. I reached for the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it down my shaft before coating myself with more lube.

“Lie back for me, Jonesy. ”

I moved my body between his legs. The head of my cock pushed against his entrance, and when I pressed into him, Jones’s eyes rolled slightly while he bit down on his bottom lip.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned as I slid farther inside.

Jones placed his hand on my lower back and urged me forward until I got past that tight, unforgiving ring. After that, his body sucked me right in, like it was knew it was where I belonged.

He stared up at me with hooded eyes. “You’re not going to break me. Don’t be gentle with me right now, Charlie. I’m a big boy,” he promised, and then I was suddenly all the way inside. He was so fucking tight and hot wrapped around me. Pleasure pulsed everywhere in my body. “Kiss me?”

I was terrified to move. Scared I was going to blow my load if I did, but I leaned forward to do as Jones asked, reaching for his hand so I could link our fingers together. “You feel so good, Bashful. I can’t... It’s fucking amazing.”

“I can feel you everywhere.” Jones chased after my mouth. “Please move. If you don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to just come apart at the seams with you inside of me.”

I smiled at his words and pulled out slightly before I slid back in. We both groaned together, our fingers linked tightly, and when I finally felt like I was going to come, I began to fuck him like I needed to. Gave it to him like he wanted me to. The sounds Jones made were sinful, and I nipped playfully at his chin.

“Eyes on me, Bashful,” I grunted when they threatened to close. “Good boy. ”

“More, Charlie, more. It’s amazing,” Jones whispered. His cock brushed against my stomach, the precum smearing between us. “Cheese and crackers, baby. I never...Oh my gosh!”

Baby . That word from his mouth had me gritting my teeth and praying he came first. I stared down at him as I plunged in and out of his tight hole, felt the way he squeezed my cock to the point I thought I would black out. Jones’s back arched up suddenly, and he cried out my name.

I watched in awe at the beautiful way he came undone beneath me. Cum shot from his dick and landed on his chest. More of it landed on his stomach, chin, and on me as I tried to drain everything from him. Jones was louder than I’d ever heard him, calling out my name again and again, digging his nails into my shoulder and squeezing me so tight I was surprised he didn’t break something.

My own orgasm hit me by surprise. I groaned Jones’s name and buried my face in his neck as I filled the condom, wishing it was his ass instead. The thought of what my cum would look like seeping out of him had me biting and marking his skin, my body trembling, before I dropped against him.

Fingers combed through my hair. “Charlie, that was the most incredible experience of my life,” Jones whispered.

“I can’t move. You’ve broken me.” I chuckled softly as my now-limp dick slipped out of him.

Jones sighed happily. “I can help you this one time, baby.” There was that word again.

“Just give me a second.” I rolled off his body and stared at his face. Jones was all smiles and blushes when our eyes met. “ You want to wash up with me? Then we can try out that dessert.”

He nodded. “Yes, please.” Always so polite.