Chapter 7

SEVEN

The time we got drunk under the bleachers

I’d lost my virginity in high school at the age of sixteen to a cheerleader. I was a junior, not genuinely understanding sex nor what it entailed besides blowing at the end. Sex was so casually thrown around that it wasn’t a big deal. Of course, it didn’t help that most girls in school were loose and willing to spread their legs for any jock.

In college, it was the same. The only difference was the freedom to have sex because of dorm rooms and the lack of supervision. At the time, I wasn’t complaining. I slept around, almost jeopardizing my grades because pussy was more important.

It made me feel like a man.

From a young age, it’d been ingrained into us that college was a sexual awakening. Movies, television shows, and books—all of which painted this lifestyle of freedom and exploration into adulthood. Then, I met Samantha, and my views changed. Yes, she was wild, but being in a relationship gave me a sort of comfort I’d never experienced. When you’re comfortable with someone, you allow yourself to explore, which is another experience altogether.

With Charlotte—everything feels entirely new. Like a fire inside me has ignited, and I’m unable to control the roaring flames from spreading into a catastrophic wildfire.

There were too many close calls.

Too many near instances because I was greedy and wanted Charlotte every waking moment.

After the night at the hotel when we first had sex, I needed her every single fucking day. She has become my addiction like a drug I can’t get out of my system but need to survive.

Today is no different.

Samantha gave me this long spiel on how our dining room looked so drab, and shopping for new furniture plus accessories would make her happy. I argued for a hot minute to continue the charade and then gave in. It was difficult, given she’s been draining our bank account. Yet, the guilt ate away at me, so I said nothing. Finally, she mentioned driving to San Jose and making a strong point about her absence until late tonight. So, I knew we had time.

Charlotte is standing beside me in the small foyer inside my house. Still wearing her school uniform, she stops in her tracks until I grab her hand and lead her into the living room.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” she asks, worried as usual.

“No,” I mumble while kissing her neck. Her back is pressed against my chest, so I slide my hand beneath her school shirt, desperate to touch her.

She doesn’t say another word, allowing me to squeeze her perky tits while I harden against her. Charlotte arches her head back, but then her muscles stiffen just as I’m about to lift her skirt and fuck her bent over on the couch.

Her hands clutch mine, moving them away so she can distance herself.

“We can’t here.”

“Okay,” I answer calmly. “Then come to the bedroom.”

Charlotte turns to face me, raising her arms to fold them beneath her chest. She bares her teeth with bulging eyes to warn me she’s angry with my suggestion.

“In your bed?” she questions with grit. “The same bed you sleep in with your wife?”

With a small sigh escaping me, I try not to anger her further despite my annoyance over the same argument. No matter how many times I reassure her nothing is going on, she circles back to the same thing.

“C’mon, you know I don’t fuck her. I’ve told you that repeatedly.”

“Why should I believe you?” Charlotte draws her brows with a resenting stare. “You do sleep in the same bed with her? She does try to lean over and touch you. I’m sure she’s tried multiple times to get you to fuck her, and of course, you just want to shut her up.”

I run my hands through my hair, pinching my lips together with a clenched jaw.

“What the fuck, Charlotte? I’m sick of having this same argument. I promise you I don’t fuck her, end of the story.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sick of sneaking around and being the sidepiece,” she mutters.

It’s clear her being here has only soured her mood. It’s not the first time she’s visited my house, but the last time, it was under different circumstances.

It’s a Friday afternoon, and from what she said earlier, her dad won’t be home until late. I don’t want to risk being caught by her dad. Mark Mason would kill me on the spot. So, I do the next best thing.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her, grabbing my keys.

“Where are we going?”

“Will you stop asking questions and just trust me for once?”

Charlotte remains quiet, then follows me but stops shy of the liquor cabinet. She opens the glass door, removing a bottle of Patrón.

“Okay, let’s go,” she says with a grin.

A deep sigh escapes me, knowing we can get into big trouble if we’re caught and Charlotte has been drinking.

“Look, you’re underage and shouldn’t be drinking.”

She cocks her head with a stubborn gaze. “Yeah, and I shouldn’t be fucking my best friend’s older brother either.”

There is no point arguing with her, so I don’t. As I open the front door, my eyes quickly scan outside to make sure no one sees us. We get into my car, but then I remember the tequila. If we drink, I can’t drive. The last thing I need is a DUI and losing my medical license. Abruptly, I turn off the engine.

“We’re walking,” I inform her.

Charlotte rolls her eyes and then lets out an annoyed huff. “Great.”

About three blocks from my house is a soccer field. It’s only used on weekends, so given it’s a late Friday afternoon, it should be empty. The walk to the field is through the bush, which is convenient so no one can see us.

When the field is in sight, it’s empty with not a single person around. I grab her hand to lead and take her under the bleachers. It’s a bit of an effort to get under, given my height.

“Okay, sit,” I command.

Charlotte sits on the grassy patch as I yank the bottle from her. Twisting the lid open, I pour a shot for myself, downing it in one go. It burns, having been a while since I’ve drunk this stuff straight. Then, giving myself a moment to let it settle, I pour half the amount and hand it to Charlotte.

“Really? I’m not a kid.”

“Fine.” I pour more to her satisfaction.

She quickly takes it from me, tossing it back without hesitation. Her face reacts instantly, scowling followed by a rasp from the aftertaste.

“That hurt. We should have brought lemons and salt.”

“Tequila is supposed to hurt,” I tease, running my thumb against her bottom lip. “Until you’re numb, then the life of the party. Next, you’ll forget everything until tomorrow when everything hurts, and you question your will to live.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I move in closer, demanding she sit on top of me. Charlotte’s legs wrap around my waist at the same time, and her arms lace the back of my neck. Her warm breath spreads across my skin as her lips inch close before she kisses me deeply.

Our tongues battle in a frenzy while soft moans escape her. My hands move beneath Charlotte’s skirt to cup her ass inside her panties. A groan rumbles inside me, desperate to fuck her right here and now.

“Here?” She pants.

“Why not?”

She pulls away, trying to catch her breath. “What if someone sees us?”

I move my fingers deeper into her panties, brushing against her clit. “Okay, I’ll wait for you to beg me to fuck you then.”

She’s drenched, and I know her body so well—every curve, every inch of her heated pussy. At a slow and agonizing pace, my fingers glide in and out, drowning in the warmth of her arousal. Then, I remove them to place them in my mouth, tasting her like it’s my last meal on Earth.

“You taste sweet,” I tease with a smirk playing on my lips.

“Fuck me now, please,” she begs, desperately smashing her lips onto mine, just like I knew she would.

I yank her panties aside, trying to unbuckle my jeans at the same time. When my cock springs free, it doesn’t take her long to slide herself on.

And every single time she does, it feels like fucking heaven.

Charlotte pushes her hips down, taking me all in. Her face is expressive as every inch enters her, a beautiful sight to watch because I’m large, and it reaches to parts she’s never imagined possible.

I watch her with a delicious stare, riding me slowly at a pace that drives me insane. Her long brown hair flows down her back as she throws her head backward. I’m fixated on every move and expression, trying my best not to blow right now. It’s too soon. Control yourself. I’m forced to clench my jaw and close my eyes for a moment, enough to slow down my body to last a few more minutes, at best.

Charlotte is fucking perfect.

The way her body moves, how our bodies move together in sync. The sound of her soaking wet pussy as she braces herself to come any moment now.

My lips find hers in desperation. Then, she pulls back with a smile on her face, slowing down. She grabs the tequila bottle beside us but doesn’t use the cap this time.

With her hands, she moves my jaw to open my mouth. Then free pours into my mouth. Before I swallow, she moves her tongue inside, tasting the burning liquor with me but continues to ride me slowly.

Fuck. Me.

My hands fumble with her shirt in a frenzy, unbuttoning it quickly because I need to suck on her tits right now. With her chest exposed, I unclasp her bra, then yank it down brutally.

I fucking love her tits. The perfect shape and size, perky and young. Her nipples stand hard, teasing me so effortlessly. I move my mouth in, grazing my teeth against her nipples which causes her to ache in delight.

Charlotte deserves to be worshiped, so I take turns sucking on one side while fondling the other. Her hands run through my hair as she arches back and warns me she’s about to come.

My mouth pulls away so I can watch her. The veins on her neck are prominent against her delicate skin. Every muscle tightens as goosebumps form all over her body. Charlotte begs me not to stop while her moaning becomes a low-rumbling hum as she still rides me.

I grip her ass to help her grind against me as she weakens from the rush she’s just experienced. It’s enough for me to finish, my hands gripping her neck as I allow the sensation to wash over me.

Bursts of light blind me, the sensation ripping across my entire body, making it difficult to breathe. It’s always like this between us, a euphoric ending to our maddening affair. The forbidden tryst we’ve found ourselves in has turned into this unexplainable force that intensifies each time we sneak around to feed our desires.

“Oh, God,” Charlotte expels with a ragged breath. “That was…”

“Satisfying?” I smirk, also trying to catch my breath.

A grin widens across her flushed face. “Amazing.”

I remain inside her, wanting to stay like this even if my dick tells me it’s over. So far, he’s obeying and staying hard. Greedy mother fucker.

As I take a swig from the bottle, Charlotte throws her head back again. Finally, she opens her eyes, taking the bottle from me, but this time drinking it with much more ease.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

My hands run down her back, memorizing every groove like keys on a piano. How can she be so fucking beautiful? If only we had met at a different time before I married Samantha. Then, the guilt crashes over me like a tidal wave. I reach for the bottle, almost emptying the contents to numb the lingering thoughts.

“You know what I’ve fantasized about…” Charlotte trails off mid-moan.

“Me fucking this sweet ass of yours?”

She quickly shifts her gaze onto me with a teasing smile. “Fucking you in an elevator.”

“Hmmm… I know the maintenance guy, Joe, who works in the hospital. I’m sure I can arrange there to be some sort of technical difficulty resulting in the elevator stopping for like ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes? You wouldn’t last that long,” she muses.

I grab the back of Charlotte’s head to draw her mouth to mine. With a deep kiss, I thrust my cock inside her at the same time, desperate to taste her delicious groan.

“Such a smart mouth on you,” I warn with a sneer. “And you think you could?”

“I never said I would,” she corrects me. “I just said I want to fuck you in an elevator.”

“And what about me?”

Charlotte tilts her head, trying to suppress her smile. “Let me guess. You want to circle back the convo about you fucking me in the ass?”

My hands move down her waist to cup her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. With a tight grip, I spread them apart, which causes her to gasp.

“Don’t be scared,” I say softly. “I’ll be gentle.”

I drown myself in Charlotte’s longing stare before she nods in silence. Fuck, okay, I need to calm down and be gentle.

My lips find their way to her neck as I spread soft kisses while pulling out at the same time. Each kiss trails her skin until I lower my head and take her nipples back in my mouth. This time, I’m not so rough and tease gently to relax her body.

When satisfied she’s relaxed enough, I lean into her ear and whisper, “Turn around.”

Without a word, she shuffles so her ass is facing me. Unable to control my urges, I bite down on my lip with sheer force, almost tasting blood, before resting my palms on her cheeks.

Charlotte begins to tense again, so I move my left hand between her legs and teasingly start rubbing her clit.

“Oh, God,” she gasps, pushing her ass into me. “I’m ready.”

My heart suddenly begins to race from the nerves. It’s not because I haven’t fucked a woman in the ass. In fact, I’ve done it several times. The difference is those women, including Samantha, were used to it and didn’t mind it rough. Therefore, I wasn’t gentle in the act.

This is different. I’m scared to hurt her, worried I’ll inflict pain because of my selfish fantasies. She’s never had a man in her ass, and the pressure makes me question whether I should go ahead.

Before I can get in a word, she reaches behind her, begins to stroke my cock, and then brings it to her entrance.

Okay, stop overthinking this.

Just take it slow.

I purposely spit on my shaft to create a lubricant, spreading it on the tip of my cock before I enter. To ease the pain for her, I rub the small of her back as I focus and begin entering. My senses are hyperaware, listening out for her sounds as well as focusing on her body’s reactions.

Only the tip is in, and I feel her body tense while she takes deep breaths. My hand reaches for her clit again, rubbing it in a circular motion until she sinks into me. Charlotte’s moans heighten, prompting me to push deeper while making sure she is okay.

As soon as I’m completely in, I stop to give her a moment to breathe. When I think she can’t handle it, Charlotte slowly rocks back and forth at her own pace. Fuck, she’s tight, and I’m barely holding on.

“Deeper,”she begs.

I obey her commands, though I continue at a slow pace not to hurt her. We find ourselves moving so effortlessly, and she warns me again she’s about to come, but then a brutal ring interrupts us. I slow down, glancing over at her phone.

“Cockblocker,” I mumble when I see it’s my sister.

“I’ll call her back later.”

I glance over again for some sick and twisted reason as a smirk plays on my lips.

“No, answer it.”

Charlotte snorts. “You’re inside my ass, and you want me to answer it?”

“I dare you.”

I’m expecting Charlotte to ignore me, so when she reaches over for the phone and answers hello, I know the tequila has loosened her inhibitions.

“I’m kinda busy, Adriana. Whatever your emergency is, it can wait.”

My hands grip her waist as I continue to slide in and out of her, enjoying the choke in her voice when she speaks.

“Whatever car for prom is fine. If it fits everyone, just book it,” she continues with a clenched jaw.

This time, I spread her cheeks to get a good look at my cock entering her. Fuck, I’m ready to blow. So, what if I go first? I’ll make sure she comes right after me. My movements pick up, as does my tight grip on her waist. I have this desperate need to slap her ass, and just because I want to, I pull my hand back and then slap my palm against her cheek for it to make a loud sound.

“Adriana, I have to go, bye,” Charlotte rushes, then hits end call and throws the phone away from us. “I’m going to come now!”

Her blissful finish tightens around my cock, causing me to blow inside her ass while I shut my eyes and try to catch my breath. The sensation reaches every part of me until my limbs feel like jelly, and I’m unable to move a single muscle.

Our ragged breathing echoes under the bleachers, and slowly, I pull myself out as she whimpers.

“You beat me to it,” I tease.

“Yeah, well, you’re the jerk who tried to come while his sister was rambling about cars for prom.”

Charlotte turns around, then collapses to the ground on her back. Her chest rises and falls, still unable to stabilize her breathing.

“A jerk you still love, right?”

Her hand caresses my cheek as the corners of her eyes crinkle with a smile accompanying it. A silent moment passes between us, but I’ve learned during our time together that being silent isn’t bad. Silence gives us the opportunity to speak the words our heart is sometimes afraid to say out loud.

“Always and forever,” she finally whispers.