Chapter Thirty

Charlie

Owen isn’t in the kitchen anymore when I come back down the stairs. The house is dark, with the exception of a soft glow coming from the screened-in porch. A single candle is lit and sitting on the table out there, and Owen’s back is to me as he looks at the fountain in the pond behind his house. There’s a light in it, making the simple fountain look much fancier at night than it actually is.

Silently, I slip into the room. The candle is one of those meant to repel mosquitos, and the smell reminds me of summer nights spent on the front porch, both with Owen and my other friends. Life was simpler then, and while I can’t get rid of my adult responsibilities, things don’t have to be complicated.

Owen turns right when I get up behind him, and firelight flickers in his eyes. He takes me in his arms, and my heart skips a beat. I hook my arms around his neck and step in close. Being in his embrace feels so right.

It’s like I never left.

He tips his head down, lips brushing against mine. Heat floods through me, and my eyes fall shut. The rushing of the fountain sounds behind us, and though I know there are other houses nearby, it feels like Owen and I are the only two people left in the world.

And I’m okay with that.

I bring my head up and push my lips against his. That’s all it takes for the spark to ignite into a wildfire, and suddenly, desperate desire takes over me. Owen’s arms tighten around me, crushing me against his chest.

I need to be closer. I need to feel him, all of him.

He slides one hand up my back, grips the base of my neck, and then plunges his hand into my hair. Holding my head like this while he kisses me is intimate and makes me want him even more. His other hand moves down to the small of my back, and he pushes my waist against his.

His cock is just starting to get hard and feeling that monster-sized dick come to life turns me on more than anything else. Knowing that I’m the one getting him off, that I’m the one his cock is hard for…fuck. It drives me absolutely crazy.

Taking his lips from mine, he moves them to my neck and bites and sucks at my skin. I grip his shoulders, needing to hold onto him for support or else I fear I’ll melt into a puddle at his feet.

“Charlie,” he pants, breaking away so he can look at me. Cupping my face with his hands, he kisses me once more. “Are you sure you want—”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“That’s enough of a yes for me.” We tangle together again, kissing each other like our lives depend on it. I’m getting so hot and so wet, and when Owen pulls me to him, I feel that hard cock in all its glory.

Moaning, I arch my back, rubbing myself against him. My pussy contracts just thinking about having that thing enter me. Filling every inch. Fucking me into oblivion until I’m screaming and seeing stars.

Owen takes another fistful of my hair and pulls my head to the side, exposing my neck. He puts his mouth on it and sucks at my flesh, teeth nipping my skin at the same time. I put one hand on his chest and slowly move it down, breath hitching when I get to the button on his jeans.

Owen stops kissing me and looks down, watching me undo his pants. I lick my lips, eyes wide and heart racing. I pop the button on his jeans and pull down the zipper. Looking up at Owen’s face, I watch his eyes fall closed as I run my hand over his cock.

Holy fuck, it’s even thicker than I remember. The tip sticks out over the top of his boxers, beading with pre-cum that gleams in the candlelight. My lips part and hunger for that big dick to take me over. I drop to my knees, mouth watering, and pull down his pants.

I haven’t wanted to give a blow job since I don’t know when. But right now, I want to taste him, to take him in my mouth, and bring him as much pleasure as I can. Letting out a small moan, Owen parts his legs and rests his hand on my head as I pull his pants and boxers down.

Pushing my hair over my shoulder, I lick my lips and open my mouth. His cock slides in past my lips, and I flick my tongue over the tip. Owen groans and pulls my hair. I take him in as far as I can and then slowly pull my head back, sucking hard. Cupping his balls with one hand, I wrap my other around the base of his cock. Alternating between sucking him hard and fast and then slow as I lick and suck the tip of his cock, I rub my thighs together, so fucking hot right now.

“Fuck,” Owen pants. His balls tighten in my hand, but he stops himself before he comes. He moves back and reaches down, picking me up. Breathing heavily, he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I even know what’s happening, he picks me up and lays me down on the ground. He moves on top of me, kissing my neck as he reaches down, plunging his hand under the waistband of my leggings.

“Are you wet, Charlie?” he growls. “When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.”

“This is what you want.”

He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.”

With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

“You are wet. I can feel it already.” He moves to his side, slipping his other arm underneath me. His cock is against my thigh, and my pussy quivers. It’s not fair that he’s able to hold me here in this state of desperation.

“Make me wetter,” I groan. “Make me come.”

“With pleasure.” He gently rubs me through my panties and my eyes roll back and I moan. He brings his hand back only to slip his long fingers under my panties. “Goddamn,” he mutters when he takes in just how wet I am. If it was anyone but Owen, I might be embarrassed. He circles my entrance, teasing. I close my eyes and bend one leg up. He finds my clit right away, and slowly strokes it, rubbing me with the perfect amount of pressure and speed.

I’m so revved up already, it’s not going to take long for me to come. And Owen was always good with his fingers. He understands the less is more concept when it comes to sex, which is a rare find in a guy.

But Owen…Owen plays me like a fine-tuned instrument he was born to play.

“Ohhh my God,” I moan, feeling the orgasm build up inside of me. It winds into a tight coil deep inside me, and the muscles in my thighs tense in preparation for what’s going to come.

Me. It’s me doing the coming.

I grab Owen’s arm, nails biting into his skin. The orgasm releases, rolling through every single nerve in my body. I’m still coming, pussy still wildly contracting, when he slips a finger inside of me, going right for my G-spot. He presses his fingers against it while gently rubbing my clit with his thumb.

Another orgasm comes on hard and fast, and this time, I come so hard Owen’s hand is drenched. Slowly, he pulls his hand out of my pants and moves over the top of me. Instead of lowering himself to me, he pulls my pants down. I’m still panting, still seeing stars and riding high. I try to lift my butt up off the floor so Owen can get my pants off.

Still trying to catch my breath, I feebly pull him onto me and attempt to take his shirt off. I can’t quite get my hands and arms to work like they should, and stars are still dotting my vision. Owen flashes his trademark cocky grin, knowing the reason I’ve been rendered useless is him and him alone.

He pulls his shirt off over his head and moves back down between my legs. He’s on top of me, completely naked, and nothing has ever felt better. Inhaling deep, I regain a bit of control over my body. I bend one arm up and run my fingers through his hair. He nestles his face in my neck and gives me another minute before rolling us over.

I’m on top of him now, and his cock rubs against my clit. Already sensitive from the two orgasms he just gave me, I pitch forward, mouth falling open in a moan.

“Take your shirt off,” he orders.

I nod, wanting nothing more than to obey him right now. Grabbing the hem, I pull it up over my head. Owen bites his lip as he reaches up and undoes my bra with one hand. He’s always been good at doing that, and I can’t even take my own bra off one-handed.

I lean forward again, letting my bra straps fall down my arms.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Charlie,” he groans, taking my breasts in his hands. He flips us back over and I widen my legs, welcoming him in between. Owen kisses me, hard and deep, just like before, and then makes his way down, kissing my neck, my collarbone, and my stomach. He doesn’t stop until his mouth is over my pussy, and there’s no hesitation, no warning. His tongue lashes out against my clit and my mouth falls open. I plant my hands against the floor, bracing myself for the third orgasm. This one hits me faster, awakening every fiber of my being. Owen’s hands are under my ass, and he lifts me off the floor, holding my pussy against his face. He keeps licking and sucking as I come, and the pleasure is almost too much.

I’m moaning, screaming, writhing against his face. My ears ring, and I’m certain I’m not even in my body anymore. It’s like Owen and I have been transcended to a place where only sex and pleasure exist. He flicks his tongue against me one final time and sets me down.

The house could be on fire right now and I wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t care to get up, even, because all that matters in this moment is how incredibly fucking amazing Owen can make me feel.

“Charlie,” he groans, moving between my legs. He’s antsy, rubbing his cock against me before he even enters me. He’s close to coming too, and I want him to enjoy it at least half as much as I did.

“Fuck me, Owen,” I growl. Sucking in a breath, I reach down and wrap my fingers around that big cock. I guide it to me and angle my hips up, offering myself to him. Owen’s lips go to mine as he pushes inside me. I cry out again, and my hand falls back to the floor.

He slowly pushes in balls deep, making sure the tight fit feels good for me. As soon as he sees that it feels fan-fucking-tastic, he lets loose, fucking me hard and fast. He kisses me as he comes, filling me with everything he has.

With his cock pulsing inside of me, he lowers himself against me. His weight is crushing, but I know he needs a moment just like I did. Taking a breath, he picks his head up and kisses me on the lips before pulling out and moving to my side. He spoons his body against mine and I put my hands over his. My eyes flutter shut.

“Are you tired?” he asks, and the fact that he has his wits about him is beyond me.

“You…you wore me out.” I look up at him. “I came three times. And each was more intense than the last.”

“We were always good at this.”

“We were…and we still are.”