“Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, like that.” He curled his fingers into my tumbling up-do, pulling my hair as he held my head steady for his driving cock. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my throat and take him deeper, all the while keeping my lips and tongue wrapped tight and wet and hot around him. I was totally prepared for him to come in my mouth, so it shocked me when he yanked me to my feet and dragged me over to the foot of the bed. He pushed my upper body forward and rucked my dress up to my hips. As he fumbled with a condom, I pressed my cheek to the spread and gasped for air. A second later, he spoke low in my ear. “Open your legs, Homecoming Queen.”
He didn’t even bother removing my underwear, just moved the lace out of the way and shoved his cock inside me. I cried out at the first hard thrust, picking my head up. Charlie grabbed me by the hair again and held it tight, while the other hand reached between my legs and rubbed my clit hard and fast. I struggled to get my arms free, even though I knew I couldn’t, not because I wanted him to stop but because I wanted to press up on the bed, push back against him, take him deeper, even though he was already so deep it hurt.
I came first, his hand and cock working me into a frenzy, and he came a minute later, groaning louder than I’d ever heard him before and pulling my hair so hard I thought he might end up with a handful of it.
“Jesus.” He released my head and we gently tumbled forward onto our left sides on the bed, spooned and sweaty, my bound arms trapped between us.
“Jesus,” I echoed. I closed my eyes, opened and closed my overworked jaw a couple times. Then I looked down at my body. “We still have our clothes on. Like, every item. Right down to our shoes.”
Charlie’s laugh rumbled through his chest and mine. “Sorry. I only thought about getting your belt off. Speaking of which.” He worked the knot apart and freed my arms, which ached pleasantly when I brought them in front of me, shifting my position on the bed. But he stayed close, rubbing my right shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “My only regret is that I didn’t get to take that suit off one piece at a time. It looks so good on you.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “Next time.”
“Next time?” My heart skipped a beat. “When’s that?”
“I don’t know. What are you doing later?”
I giggled. “Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”
“Fuck work.”
“Remind me to take you to the ballet more often.”
He kissed my shoulder and braced himself up on one elbow. “It wasn’t the ballet.”
I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. My eyes had adjusted so that I could make out his features in the dark. “What was it?”
“You know what?” He shook his head slightly. “It’s no one specific thing. You just do something to me.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s the whole idea of you—this perfect, pretty little thing who was always such a good girl—”
I put a finger over his lips. “Hey. I’m still a good girl.”
He smiled, and I took it away. “You are. Mostly. But I like that you’re different with me sometimes.”
“You know what? I like it too.” I bit my lip and went on. “I’ve never been this way with anyone else before. And God knows no one has ever done the things to me that you do.”
“Good.” He paused. “You make me want to be more open, too.”
“What do you mean? More open to what?”
“Just…more open. About myself. About anything.”
I dropped my jaw in mock outrage. “Charlie Dwyer! You’re not saying you want to date me are you?”
He smiled. “Of course not.”
“Good. In that case, would you like to be my non-date for Coco’s wedding on Saturday?”
His brow furrowed. “This Saturday? Like, in two days?”
“Yeah, sorry. I know it’s late notice.”
“What, your first choice backed out on you?”
“No, silly.” I slapped his chest. “I wasn’t going to bring a date, but we always have fun together, so I was thinking…”
“It would be another chance to get me out of this suit?”
I smiled sweetly. “Exactly.”
“I’d love to, but I can’t.”
My smile faded, and disappointment ached in my stomach. “Oh. OK, no big deal.”
“I mean it, Erin. I really wish I could. I just…have plans I don’t think I can get out of.”
Oh my God, he’s got another date. Jesus. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” I sat up, taking the ribbon from where it lay on the spread and circling my waist with it. Charlie sat up and took the two ends, retying it where it was. “Thanks.”
When it was tied, he dropped his hands in his lap. An awkward silence fell upon us, during which I berated myself repeatedly for asking him about the wedding. “Are you a bridesmaid?” he asked, probably just to fill the void.
“Yes. So it’s probably better you can’t come. I’ll be busy the whole night, and you wouldn’t know anyone.”
“Where is the wedding?”
“They’re getting married at Holy Family, which is downtown, and the reception is at their house. They have a beautiful old home in Indian Village.”
“Nice.”
More awkward silence.