Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jones

Charlie’s eyes dilated, the darkness taking over the brown. Lust and desire flashed inside his gaze. I know I had said I wanted to take it slow, that I was going to make him work for it, but right now, this was what I needed. What we both wanted. He had taken my heart and run away with it that summer, and now was my chance to get it back. It felt like forever ago.

“Jonesy, are you sure? You said you wanted to take it slow.” Charlie stroked his thumb against my cheek. “We can go at your pace; take as long as you want. There’s no need to rush back into anything.”

I shook my head. “I know what I want, and what I want is you, Charlie. In my bed, naked, and inside of me.” I flushed at my own boldness. “Please.”

A smile pulled at his lips. “Always so polite, my sweet Jonesy.” He slid his mouth over mine.

“Yours,” I repeated as my vision once again began to blur.

I had dreamed about this moment. Charlie coming back to me, telling me how sorry he was and that he still wanted me. That he hadn’t been with anyone else. I knew that last part was too good to be true, but I could pretend.

Charlie nuzzled my neck. “I love you,” he whispered and pulled me against him. The warmth of his body burned through his clothes and into my skin. “I can’t believe that you’re willing to let me back into your life again. I promise that I won’t fuck it up this time. Cross my heart.”

“Charlie, please,” I whined as I chased after his mouth. I was desperate to keep his lips against mine.

He chuckled softly. “Take me to your room, Bashful.” He pressed a kiss against mouth and then I led him back inside the house.

Through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my incredibly boring bedroom. Stark white walls, the dresser that had two drawers open with my clothes hanging out, the unmade bed with the blanket hanging off the side. I should have been embarrassed, but all I could think about was Charlie. And that he was here at my house. That he loved me.

I stared up into his dark eyes, watched the way his nostrils flared, his face full of heat and desire. My body trembled with excitement. Charlie was the only one I had ever been with. Kissed, touched, and had inside of me. I wasn’t that na?ve boy anymore, but I was still me. I was still terrified and frightened that Charlie might run again. That I would end up broken-hearted, crying on my best friend’s lap while he told me that everything was going to be okay. Ollie had been right about that. I had survived when I thought the pain would eat me alive.

“Take off your clothes, Jonesy,” Charlie murmured, reaching up to cup my cheek with the palm of his hand. He arched a brow when I continued to stare at him, my heart thumping loudly against my chest. “You need my help?”

I nodded. “Yes, please. ”

“Mm, I can do that.” He stepped closer, his hands reaching down to grip the hem of my shirt. He tugged it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. “Pants, too?”

When I nodded again, Charlie dropped to his knees. His fingertips danced across my waistband before he popped open the button and slowly pulled down the zipper, his dark eyes glued to mine.

“I dreamed about this moment, Jonesy. About reuniting with you. Getting to touch your body again. Kiss you. Love you.”

My body trembled at his words. Words I never thought I would hear again from a man I thought I had lost.

“Ch-Charlie,” I stuttered, trying to gather my thoughts together.

He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his big palms pressed against my thighs. I still wore my underwear, and they were tented with my excitement.

“You want me to touch you?” Charlie slowly tugged my briefs down my legs. “You want my mouth on you, sucking and licking your cock until you feel like you might burst into flames?”

I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to talk. Words? What were words?

I carded my fingers through Charlie’s soft, dark hair as he slipped my underwear off. They landed next to my other clothes. He smirked as his tongue darted out to lap at the tip of my penis, catching the wetness that threatened to fall. More beaded out, and Charlie sucked my head into his mouth .

My eyes rolled back, and I clamped them shut. Charlie’s mouth was warm and hot as he engulfed me, and when he reached up to cup my butt in his hands, heat streaked up my spine and over my skin. I cried out in disappointment when he pulled away and sat back on his feet to stare up at me.

“Get on the bed for me, Jonesy.” Charlie’s voice was thick with lust.

I did as he told me, crab-walking up the mattress, lying down, and watching as he stripped off his clothes. His body was bigger than I remembered, full of thick, corded muscles that bunched with each movement he made, and a splattering of hair across his chest that hadn’t been there before. My mouth watered at the thought of touching him again. What would that hair feel like against my face? Would it leave a mark? Was it soft or coarse?

“You’re staring,” Charlie teased as he climbed up onto the bed and splayed his body over mine. He kissed my neck, chin, and nose before he pulled away to smile down at me. “You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you. You’re even more beautiful now.” He dragged a finger down my chest and around my bellybutton. “You didn’t have abs like this before.”

I shivered at his touch. “I was staring at you for the same reason.” I managed to reach up to grip one of his biceps, my hand not even wrapping all the way around. “You’re a man now.”

“Mm, your man,” he murmured, his mouth against my neck. “Gonna fuck you so good, Jonesy. Fill you up and stretch you out. Make you feel me inside of you for the next week. ”

I moaned at the thought, my body breaking out in goosebumps. “Please, yes.”

“You want that?” Charlie asked, his teeth grazing my skin. “And it’s only ever been me?”

“You and a few...toys.” I blushed at my confession. I had some things locked up in my closet that I had never told anyone about. Not even Ollie.

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “What kind of toys, Bashful?” He licked his way down my chest, stopping at both nipples to suck and tease them. “You fuck yourself while thinking about me? Were you riding dildos and wishing it was me inside of you instead?”

I dragged the tip of my finger over the mole on his face. He nipped playfully at my finger before he rested his head on my stomach. “A dildo, a Fleshlight.” My voice hardly came out in a whisper, but I knew Charlie heard me. His entire body tensed up before he climbed back to his feet.

“Next time you’re going to show me how you get yourself off, but right now, I need to know where the lube and condoms are.” Charlie’s gaze raked down my naked body. I had to resist the urge to cover myself.

I swallowed nervously. “Lube is in the tope dresser drawer, but...I don’t have any condoms.”

Why would I need them when I had only been with him? I cursed silently cursed myself.

“You trust me, Jonesy?”

“I do, yes, Charlie.”

He winked before he moved to open the dresser and removed the bottle of lube. Then he was kneeling on the bed, pushing up my legs, and telling me to hold them. “I’ve always used protection,” Charlie whispered. Jealousy roared through me. “We can get tested, together, if that makes you feel better.”

“I...” My mind went blank at the sound of the bottle being opened.

Charlie teased my backside, then gently pushed his finger inside. My heart hammered in my chest.

“More,” I begged. “Charlie, please, more.”

All the hurt I felt disappeared when his fingers breached me.

He smirked. “Needy.” He kissed the tip of my penis. “Beautiful.” Another kiss. “Mine.”

“Always, always yours.” I tried to push down on his finger, but he shook his head. “Please, Charlie.”

Charlie groaned. “You’re so fucking perfect. Do you get yourself off a lot? Do I have to be careful with you, or can you take it?”

“Don’t go easy on me.” I didn’t want to admit to him how often I used my toys, but I could see by the look on his face he wanted an answer. “A couple times a week.” Or maybe four or five. Some weeks I wanted more than others. Needed the memories of what Charlie gave me to make it through everything.

Charlie’s eyes flashed with lust. “Only a couple?” He slid a second finger in with the first, and when he brushed over that spot, the one that had me nearly blacking out, my hips canted, and I cried out. “There it is, right, Jonesy?”

I gasped out his name. “I need you.”

“Need me to what?” His voice was deep and thick with desire. “Tell me what you need.” He moved his fingers slowly .

I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip. “I need...” My voice trembled as I spoke. “I need you to make love to me,” I whispered.

Charlie didn’t say anything else. I watched as he spread lube over himself, lined up with my hole and nudged me gently before he eased himself inside. Every single nerve ending in my body lit up.

Charlie was with me. He was going to be inside of me again, and everything was going to be okay. He loved me. I loved him. Things were going to work out like I had always wanted. We could be happy.

A low whimper escaped my mouth when Charlie slid all the way inside of me, his fingers digging sharply into my waist. He grabbed my legs and lifted them onto his shoulder, yanking me closer and putting me at an angle that brushed over my pleasure zone with every movement. I gasped as he moved inside me, bliss and joy rolling over my skin. I wanted to scream, cry, and beg Charlie to never stop. So that we could stay like this forever, him buried deep inside of me. Owning me. Making me come apart like no one else ever had or would.

“Jonesy.” He gritted his teeth. “You feel perfect. So fucking good.” Beads of sweat beaded on his forehead. “Who do you belong to?”

I reached my arms up toward him. “You, Charlie, I belong to you. And only you.” That familiar feeling began to hum inside my brain. The one that meant my release was near. I hadn’t even touched myself, but I knew I was close. I knew my body inside and out, how it reacted to stimuli, and right now —

I shouted his name, followed by a hoarse cry, and then I exploded across my stomach and chest. Charlie kept moving, his hips slapping against me, and then he kissed me, his tongue lapping around the seam of my mouth as he came. I swore I felt him jerk inside of me, flooding me with his release. He let out a low whine, then slumped against me, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I dragged my hands through Charlie’s damp hair and listened to the sound of his breathing. I could have this every day. I could be with Charlie, he could sleep next to me, and everything would be perfect. We could have our happily ever after.

The way it was supposed to be.