Bump and Run (Wide Open #6)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Charlie

I forced Jones to eat his lasagna and then I surprised him with two white-frosted cupcakes. One for me and one for him. The happiness in his hazel orbs sparkled like the sun. I decided that now that I had him, now that Jones knew how much I loved and cherished him, that I would surprise him like this at least once a week. Maybe one day I could slip a real engagement ring on his finger, one that you could see from space. Or bring home a puppy. Or buy him the world.

“You got cupcakes?” Jones’s mouth hung open.

I nodded as I held one out to him. “It’s our wedding day. We have to feed one another or it’s not legal.”

“Are those the official rules?” Jones beamed up at me. He giggled when I dragged my finger in the frosting and bopped his nose.

My heart caught in my throat as I watched him. He was mine now. No one could touch him or hurt him ever again. “Yeah, baby, those are the rules.”

“Well, you know I’m not a rule breaker.” Jones started to peel the wrapper off. “Oh, do I get to feed it to you? In all the movies and television shows I’ve seen, that’s what they do.”

Fuck, he was so cute. “Anything you want, Bashful.”

“Yeah?” The smile he wore threatened to split his face.

I hooked my arm through his. “Yeah. ”

I leaned forward to take a bite of the dessert, only for Jones to smash it right against my nose. The strong scent of chocolate and vanilla invaded my senses as he squealed with laughter. I tried to return the favor, but my cupcake landed on his chin when he dodged to get away.

“Oh no you don’t,” I warned, yanking him against me and pinning him to the blanket. I dragged my tongue over the white icing on his face. “Mm, tastes good.” I reached for one of the ruined cupcakes, speared frosting on my finger and dragged it across Jones’s bottom lip. When he sucked the tip into his mouth, I groaned.

Jones’s eyes darkened with lust. “So good.”

“Okay, it’s time.” I stood up, hooked my arms around Jones’s waist and lifted him into my arms.

The sound of Jones’s happy laughter filled the air as I carefully carried him upstairs to the bedroom and listened to his soft gasp when he saw the decorations spread throughout the room. More red and silver balloons were pressed against the ceiling, and petals were scattered across the floor and bed.

He sighed softly. “Is this for us?”

“Yeah, Bashful, it is. For you.” I placed him on the mattress, pressing him down so that the flowers were spread behind him. “This is all for you.”

Jones beamed up at me. “You’re my husband now.”

“Forever,” I reminded him and began to pop the buttons on his dress shirt. I was thankful we had taken our jackets off downstairs and wished I had thought about stripping him naked before we ate .

Jones closed his eyes as the smile on his face grew wider. “And I’m yours.”

“Mm, yeah, Jonesy, you are.”

“And no one can take you away from me.”

My fingers traced over the line of his pants. “Bashful, no one is going to tear us apart ever again. I promise.”

“Kiss me, Charlie,” he whispered, and when our lips seared together, Jones’s fingers combed through my hair, and his tongue slid into my mouth. “Touch me. Please. I want you inside of me, and I want your hands on my body. I missed you last night.”

I left wet kisses over his jaw. “I missed you, too. I never want to be apart from you when we’re sleeping again.”

I slid his dress down over his shoulders and exposed his perfect, milky white skin. When I dropped to my knees, Jones leaned up on his arms to watch me, his pupils blown wide, and his teeth buried in his fat bottom lip. I pulled the zipper down, slowly tugged his pants, and stared at the bulge in his briefs, the dark spot that had spread against them, exposing his eagerness.

“Ch-Charlie.” Jones whimpered the second I cupped his cock. “P-please.” His hips canted like they had a mind of their own.

I leaned forward, took the hem of his briefs between my teeth, and yanked them down to his thighs. Jones’s beautiful dick was coated in precum, the tip angry and swollen. I dragged my tongue against it, and Jones moaned, his fingers once again in my hair. I kept my eyes pinned on him, and he did the same. I gripped the base of his cock as I sucked him all the way inside, relaxing my throat. I wanted to bring Jones to the edge before I fucked him. I wanted him to beg me for it.

“I need you, baby,” he whispered. “Please, I can’t wait. I know you want to take your time with me, but now is not the time. I’m ready for you, Charlie.” His cheeks burned pink.

I pulled back. “You’re ready? What exactly do you mean?”

“I wanted you to be able to just slip inside.” Jones spun around so that he was on his knees and exposed the jewel-encrusted plug that was nested between his cheeks. “I’m a good boy.”

Holy fucking shit. “You’re my good boy.” I groaned. “Jesus, Bashful, are you trying to kill me? Where did you even have time to get this?” I narrowed my eyes and slapped his right cheek. “Did you go with Ollie?” When he only moaned, I slapped the other side. “Answer me.”

“I... I... I went with Kit,” Jones admitted. I stared down at his ass. Both cheeks were beginning to bloom bright red with my handprint. “Charlie?” He glanced over his shoulder.

I shook my head. “You and Kit?”

“Um, yes.” He turned around and sat down on the bed. “It was his idea. He thought it would be nice to surprise you on our wedding night. Are you mad?”

I kissed his lips gently. “No, Jonesy, I’m not mad. I’m sorry I spanked you.”

“I liked it.” Jones turned beet-red, a flush crawling over his chest and up his neck. “I liked it, Charlie, and I hope that you’ll do it again.”

I growled as I stood up, pulled off the rest of my clothes, and dropped them on the floor .

“Turn around for me,” I instructed.

I quickly found the bottle of lube. The sight of Jones on all fours, his ass in the air, had my already hard cock itching to be inside of him. I slowly removed the toy inside his tight hole and listening listened to the soft moans he made.

“My good boy,” I purred and watched goosebumps break out over Jones’s skin.

“Are you going to put your penis inside of me?” Jones whimpered when I pressed the tip of my cock against his perfect little hole. “God, I want it so bad.”

I wrapped an arm around his waist. “You want this?” I pushed inside, the lube from the toy making it easy to slip in. “You want my cock?”

“Yes.” Jones pushed back, and suddenly I was all the way to the hilt. “It feels so good, Charlie. You fill me up. I want to get on top next time.”

I yanked him up onto his knees. “Yeah, Bashful? You want to ride my cock? Make yourself come all over me?”

“Yes, that. I want that.” He gripped my arm with his fingers. “I love this with you. The way it feels. How you fit perfectly inside of me.”

I bit down on his shoulder when Jones began to slip up and down my length. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. My perfect, good boy. You take me so well.”

“I always want to be your good boy,” he whispered, and when I began to fuck him, Jones begged me for more.

He cried out as I hit his prostate over and over again, his blunt nails buried in my skin. I told him he was a good boy. How much I loved him. And that he was mine, only mine, and no one else would ever be good enough for me. Just Jones. When his back bowed and a low moan escaped his throat, I knew Jones was going to come.

“That’s it, Bashful. Come on all over my cock. Tell everyone how good I make you feel.” I licked his earlobe. “I’m going to fill your little hole with all my cum.”

A loud whine suddenly escaped his throat. Jones’s body trembled against me as his release hit him, and that pushed me over the edge behind him. I gripped Jones so tight I wondered if I hurt him, my teeth still buried in his shoulder. When we were done, my spent cock slipped out of him, and I helped Jones to his feet. I moved him to the bathroom, his legs shaky and sat him down on the lid of the toilet.

“Was that good, Charlie?” He looked up with big, wide hazel eyes. “Was I your good boy?”

I smiled and cupped his head in my hands. “Bashful, you’re always my good boy. You made me feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”

“We can do it now if you want. I think I’d like that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Besides, we have years of sex ahead of us.”

Jones nodded. “We do, but I...” He blushed and dropped his gaze.

“What do you want to say, Jonesy?” I gripped his chin and forced him to look back at me.

He swallowed nervously. “I like it when you fuck me.” His voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. That word coming from his lips was dirty and sexy.

“You do?” I whispered.

Jones nodded .

“Good thing I like fucking you, Bashful. It’s my favorite thing.” I smiled and kissed his mouth. “And as much as I would like to do it again, we need to wash up and get ready for tonight. We have a big announcement to make.”

Jones followed me into the tub, his arms wrapping around my waist. He leaned his chin against my chest as he gazed up at me. “But when we get home? You’ll do it again?”

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk,” I promised.