Chasing Charli (6 page)

“I’m jumping in the shower, is that okay?” I ask and smile innocently. He’s staring at me, mouth open and looks lost for words. I shrug and saunter into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I’ve got him right where I want him it looks like. Seems he’s wanted to kiss me just as badly as I wanted to kiss him the other day. I practically jump up and down like an idiot and then feel stupid, what am I 10 years old?

I’ve got the biggest grin on my face though and my stomach is all in knots; either from him; or most likely from the state we’ve just found my apartment in. That’s the best explanation I can give right now. Surely this isn’t love though, lust maybe? 100% yes. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve crushed on Jax from the first day he stepped into my room, bossing me around, and telling me where I can go and what I can do. Who knew I liked being bossed around and man-handled, by someone other than my mum obviously.

I’m just going to kick this up a notch and flirt shamelessly but never giving in. Hopefully he caves and gives in first to all my irresistible charm. I hold in a laugh at how stupid I sound and turn the shower on.

I shimmy out of my dress, dropping it on the floor and slip out of my bra and lace panties. I slide into the shower and the hot water automatically soothes me and calms me down. I haven’t quite figured out yet whether its nerves from having my apartment destroyed, knowing people are after me, or because I’ll be sharing an apartment with Jax. I shrug and let myself relax under the water, soothing my muscles as much as possible before heading back out to Jax.

Jackson

We’ve managed to get through another week or so without any more break-ins or suspicious activity. Well suspicious activity from anyone other than Charli.

Other than acting a little more on edge, she’s been driving me crazy with all her innuendos, gentle touches, and non-stop flirting. I’m not complaining but I know what she’s trying to do and it’s killing me watching her walk around the apartment in nothing but some tight shorts and t-shirt, or brushing her hand along my arm when she reaches for the remote. It’s a stupid game we’re playing now but it’s kind of hot, knowing eventually one of us is going to cave in to the other and fuck is it going to be good. I don’t know whether she’s trying to distract me as well from asking all the questions that are festering deep in my mind. What is she hiding?

The last few days of her classes we walk together to campus. She joked and laughed like nothing was wrong and surprised me by pulling my arm around her and sliding in as close as possible against me.

If anyone saw us I would imagine we looked like a normal couple just walking down the street together, which made me grin and completely forget about what I wanted to ask her.

After her classes finished we’d just lounge around and watch movies, again she would sit as close as possible to me. One night she fell asleep against my chest, her body pressed against mine so I instinctively reached out and started running my fingers through her hair while the movie played. I for the life of me wouldn’t even be able to tell you what we watched because having her that close to me, I couldn’t even think of anything else.

I could smell her freshly washed hair and her skin had some kind of girly vanilla coconut smell to it from one of her lotions.

Even this morning, I woke up to her curled up against my side and I stupidly did not want to move a muscle, not wanting to wake her up and have her move away from me.

I pull out some bowls from the cupboard and pour us both a bowl of cereal. She’s in the shower now so I wait before I put the milk in.

“Jax?” I hear her yell from the bathroom. I put down my spoon and walk into the bedroom, then I sigh and lean against the bathroom door.

“What’s up?” I ask casually, trying not to sound too croaky since I’m picturing her naked.

“Can you grab me some clothes…I uhh…forgot” I can hear her giggle slightly.

Forgot her clothes? I’m sure she did I groan inwardly. I brush my hand down my face and start looking around the bedroom for some of her stuff.

I grab some shorts and a sweater and then take a deep breath before searching through her underwear. I don’t even pay attention and just grab the first thing I lay my hands on.

I knock lightly and then open the door a fraction to make sure she’s not walking around naked in there. If that were the case I’d probably drop what I’m holding and jump right in the shower with her – fully clothed.

It’s misty from the hot water and the mirror is completely fogged up so I creep in quickly and put the clothes down next to the sink.

“While you’re in here, can you pass me my toothbrush please?” she asks and sticks her hand out through the small gap of the open shower door.

Her slim arm glistens with the water and I realise I’m standing there with my mouth hanging open. If she opens the door just a fraction more I’d be able to see absolutely everything, every inch of her soft wet skin.

I reach behind me without looking and grab the first toothbrush I lay my hands on, take a step towards her and shove the toothbrush into her open palm.

I quickly take the few steps to the door and yank it open before I do something stupid. Once I’m free from the steamy bathroom I take a deep breath and groan when I hear her laughing her goddamn ass off; fucking cheeky.

I know exactly what she’s trying to do and I must seriously have the best endurance because she’s certainly trying hard.

I tidy up around the apartment while she wastes all the hot water and I’m stacking the dishwasher when she finally emerges from the bedroom in nothing but her sweater. Her long tanned legs barely covered by the hem of it and she’s slowly slipping on some shorts.

I watch as she deliberately slow glides them up her smooth legs, catching a quick glimpse of the red lace material that’s barely covering the parts I really want to see.

Shit I am so screwed. Okay, ordinary things you find in a household. A for Apron, aprons you find in a kitchen, obviously. I’m nervously babbling to myself in my mind to stop my one traitorous body part giving me away.

B …B for bench top, also found in a kitchen, also a surface I’d like to fuck her on. Shit!

C…okay come on Jax get your shit together. C for …

I turn and watch as she takes a step towards me and I look down at her body.

C for curves, fucking sexy curves I think before licking my lips and finally looking into her eyes.

She has the biggest grin and I don’t even think before I act. I yank a fist full of her sweater and pull her close against me; I can’t take this fucking shit anymore. Her skin still feels warm from her shower and I tug some of her hair gently, pulling her face up to meet mine. She gasps softly but doesn’t stop me.

I crush my lips to hers in a forceful hungry kiss and she doesn’t fight me or push me away. She just groans hungrily at my roughness. So she likes it a little rough it seems and this for some reason turns me on immensely.

She wraps her warm little hands around my neck and then slides her fingers through my hair, pulling a handful in her little fist. A small growl escapes my lips as I pick her up by the thighs and place her on the counter top, then slide my body between her legs as she automatically wraps them around my waist. I press my hips inwards and she gasps softly between kisses when she feels just how turned on I am because of her.

She looks up at me, licks her lips slightly and then bites down on it.

“You’re driving me crazy you know that” she says hoarsely, her chest rising and falling with every quick breath.

I laugh slightly before answering, “I’m driving you crazy? I’ve been practically walking around the apartment for the past week with a permanent fucking hard on.”

I watch her face for a reaction, hoping that wasn’t too honest and too forward for me to admit.

She grins sexily and looks down between her thighs, where proving me right, is my now very hard cock straining against the material of my jeans.

Charli

Every slight movement he makes, his hips and what’s under his jeans rub me in just the right way. If he didn’t pull me against him and start kissing me so hard I would have pretty much just thrown myself at him at this point anyway.

I just couldn’t take it anymore and seeing how desperate he is for me makes me feel somewhat roused and wanted. At least we’re both just as desperate for each other, not just me running after him like some crazy sex fiend. It’s so clear in his expression that he feels the same need I do. I don’t care whether it’s just an urge to have sex or whether he actually cares for me because right now I’m not going to complain.

Maybe I can just have sex with him and get whatever this is out of my system. But then again I don’t want to screw up what we do have. Either way though with how we’ve been acting over the past week, I don’t think we could ever go back to how we were before we moved out here.

While I’m having this small argument in my head, he’s picked me up off the counter and started carrying me towards the bedroom, kissing my neck and my lips as he goes. My hornier instincts give in and I roll my hips against him, rubbing just where I need. He moans slightly and then pulls back, before lightly tossing me onto the bed.

I pull my sweater over my head and drop it beside the bed, remembering I put nothing on underneath when I see his eyes go wide.

He pauses for a second and his gaze drops down from my eyes to my chest and he clenches his jaw tightly. He pulls at the hem of his shirt and yanks it off over his head, then starts crawling up the bed towards me. He’s hovering lightly above me and as he leans on one arm, his other skims lightly across the skin on my stomach.

He looks up at me and then gently palms my breast, before leaning down and slowly, torturously, sucking on my nipple. 

I moan as I roll my head to the side and gasp as he sucks a little harder, a little rougher.

He let’s go of my breast and then slowly trails his lips along my chest, down my stomach, and then reaches my shorts. He undoes the top button and slowly unzips them, the whole time keeping his eyes glued to mine; watching my reactions, taking in every movement I make, every sound that escapes my lips.

He starts to pull my shorts down my legs and kisses along my thigh and calf as he goes, before disposing of them completely with the rest of our clothes on the floor.

I’m now lying in just my underwear on the bed, so I reach down to the waistband of his jeans when he slides back up to me to undo them but he stops me, pulling my arms up over my head.

He shakes his head a little and secures both my wrists in one of his hands, before trailing the other along my cheek, my jaw, and then lightly against my nipple. I shudder with pleasure at the slight touch and he smiles seductively at me.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on every inch of you” he practically whispers against my skin.

His fingers continue their trail along my flushed skin and then slip beneath the lace barely covering me up. He slides his fingers over my soft and extremely wet spot. I should be embarrassed at how turned on I am without barely doing anything but before I think too much into it or care, he whispers against my lips, “You’re so wet Charli…I like it.”

I moan softly as he slips a finger inside me, working a slow pace until I’m practically wound tight, and then he slips in another finger.

I wriggle my hands out of his hold and slide them against his tight stomach before finally reaching for his jeans. I manage to get the button undone but he pulls away before I manage to do anything more.

He unzips his jeans in record time and is sitting on the edge of the bed in just his briefs before he finally says, “You sure you want to do this?”

“You’re asking me now?” I grumble, “After you’ve already teased me and wound me up so tight. Get your ass over here Jax.”

He fumbles with a plastic wrapper that he produced from I don’t even know where and puts the condom on while I lay panting at the top of the bed. My hair splayed out crazily amongst the pillows.

He turns around and has one knee on the edge of the bed ready to climb towards me but surprises me by grabbing a hold of my ankle and dragging me down. I don’t even get an opportunity to admire his almost naked body as I giggle at his eagerness.

I slide down easily against the soft fabric of the sheets and my hands are now above my head as he slowly climbs over me.

His eyes finally meet mine and I see his hungry expression, automatically shutting me up.

He braces his weight on his elbows as he positions himself above me, kissing my lips softly. I pull at his hair gently and then run my fingers along his firm back, before finally reaching the waistband of his briefs. I slide them down his hips and his cock springs free; I snicker slightly at the word on my mind. I know I’m like a 10 year old child sometimes. I can say the word fuck a thousand times but can’t even manage to think the word cock without giggling.

“That’s not usually a sound a guy wants to hear when a naked women underneath him pulls out his cock” he says and quirks his eyebrow up.

“I was just laughing at the word…”

“What word? Dick, cock…”

I laugh a little more when he starts mentioning all the different names and kisses me between each breath.

“Yes okay I get it; I childishly find those words amusing.”

He laughs lightly against my collarbone and his breath tickles my skin.

“Baby, if you can’t even handle saying the word…”

I cut him off automatically as I take a firm grasp around his thick, well you know what, hoping he gets the message that I’m more than capable of handling it.

“Say it” he teases as he licks and kisses along my nipple again distracting me.

I’m panting and breathless, arching up as he presses his hips into me, teasing me further.

“Charli?” he says.

“Mmm?” is all I manage as he teases me right at my entrance with the head of his hard and very impressive cock; I most definitely don’t laugh now.

“What do you want?” he asks as he slides in just the tiniest fraction before pulling away.

I moan in frustration and twist a handful of the sheet in my fist.

“I want to hear you say it Charli, god your voice alone just drives me crazy.”

“I want you Jax” I say huskily.

“And…”

“Jax” I complain slightly.

“Charli…”

“I want you inside me okay. Is that what you want to hear? I want you so much my whole body is aching. I don’t want you to take it slow and gentle like I’m some precious breakable doll. I want the real, passionate and hungry you. The one I know is in there right under the surface every time you’re near me” I finish breathlessly as he looks down at me with so much need.