“That thing always seems to be ready to go.” She stares at my erection wide-eyed.
I grin down at her, washing every inch of her body with meticulous detail.
I slide my hands up her inner thighs and circle around her opening, making her moan softly.
Will I ever get enough of this woman? Just looking at her drives me fucking wild.
I need to go easy on her. She was whimpering this morning.
I just can’t control myself.
“I think I’m clean now.” She raises a brow, amused.
She takes my cock in her little hand, and I’m putty; the girl owns me and my dick. A growl rumbles from my lips as she wraps her fingers around my shaft and starts pumping.
Then without warning, she is on her knees, sliding me in and out of her beautiful soft mouth like she’s starving.
“Fuck… Charlie… so fucking good.” I rasp out. “Don’t stop.”
Widening her mouth, she slides me all the way to the back of her throat, and I wrap my fingers through her hair, fighting the urge to ram myself deeper.
Aiming my gaze downwards, I watch her swallowing my cock, and I’m hypnotised.
Her big eyes look up at me adoringly, and I know I can’t watch this for long without coming.
“I’m gonna come, sweetheart,” I warn her, my eyes rolling up to the ceiling.
Ignoring me, she sucks deeper and faster, and I know I’m a goner. When I look down again, she stares up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes burning with determination.
Groaning loudly, my cocks jerks as I empty myself into her mouth, and she drinks it down, never breaking gaze.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I breathe as I pull her up to standing and take her in my arms.
“You’re welcome.”
My lips take hers in a soft, lingering kiss then I pull back to stare into that beautiful face.
“Ok, now I’m hungry.” She tells me, releasing herself from my hold.
“What the lady wants, the lady shall get,” I reply, opening the door of the double shower.
Standing behind her. I wrap a towel around her and squeeze her tight like she’s a gift all wrapped up for me.
“I’ve got no toothbrush with me.” Her gaze meets mine in the bathroom mirror.
“I’ve got some spare.” I lean over and open the top cabinet taking out a toothbrush.
She frowns as she watches me. “One for every girl of the week”
“Not quite,” I reply dryly. “I’m single, Charlie. What do you expect?”
I turn her around. “I want to spend the day with you,” I say before I can stop myself.
Her face lights up.
“First, I’m going to make you breakfast, then I’m going to fuck you again.”
***
Thirty minutes later, she is perched on my breakfast bar in my sweater, five sizes too big for her and barely covering her pants as her toned naked legs swing out.
“Can you even cook?” She eyes me suspiciously as I add oil to the pan. “Tristan’s like a giant baby waiting on other people to feed him. I assumed you were the same.”
I turn to face her, indignant. “You assumed wrong. I can cook. Any more of that cheek, and you won’t find out.”
The sweater hangs down to expose a naked shoulder. Her dark brown hair tumbles loosely in waves over the curves of her breasts, messy and unbrushed, and the outline of her nipple shows she’s not wearing a bra. I lick my lips, visualising those pink nipples underneath.
I might need to request she puts on a bra if she doesn’t want burnt bacon.
I want her to wear this outfit for the rest of her life; hell, I’ll even change the employee terms and conditions to allow her to walk around the office in my sweater.
I notice, with guilt, a redness forming on her neck where my stubble has punctured her skin. I was
too rough last night.
“So long as it’s not some weird Scottish haggis or black pudding.” She tries to look over my shoulder at the contents of the pan.
“What did I say?” I warn, coming around her to squeeze her waist. “Less cheek, or you’ll go hungry.”
“You’re such a grown-up.” She sighs. “Look at all these gadgets. You have a juicer and a blender.
And a pasta maker. Do you even know how to make pasta?”
“Not yet,” I admit, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it to her. “Someday.”
“I don’t know what the hell those are for.” She stares at my meat-shredding claws. “Like serial killer forks.”
“My meat shredders.” I chuckle, turning the bacon.
“Meat shredders.” She repeats slowly. “I’m not sure I’m safe here.”
I roll my eyes and set down two plates of sourdough bread, poached eggs, bacon, and avocado.
“Wait.” Her eyes lit up like she’s been on a week-long fast. “Let me get this straight. You can give me multiple orgasms, and you can cook?”
“Glad I exceeded your expectations.”
She loads up a massive spoonful of food. “Perhaps you’re not the ogre I thought you were.” “I am,” I reply, sitting down opposite her at the breakfast bar. “Don’t let this fool you.” She shoves the spoonful into her mouth and starts spluttering, food spitting out.
“My food usually gets a better reaction.”
“Oh my god. Danny” She giggles. “There’s a love bite on you.” I turn to the mirror to see a dark red bite mark on my lower neck.
Fuck. The threat of castration by Tristan looms.
Charlie
There’s an elephant in the car called Tristan 10 miles down the road now flashing on Danny’s car display screen.
We are driving to an outdoor lido near Richmond that Danny goes swimming in.
Given it’s 15 degrees outside and I don’t have his Scottish weatherproof skin, I’m a little apprehensive. Still, I said yes to save face rather than shatter the illusion of being young, adventurous, and carefree.