Sandy leaned to the side to look me in the eye. She crinkled her nose, forcing an obviously fake polite smile. “Take notes, honey. He doesn’t like being called Chucky.”
“I don’t know where you get off talking to us like this. You’re the one who cheated on me with my agent. I’m surprised you have the audacity to show up to a place like this.”
Sandy placed a hand on her hip and shook her head. “Would you relax? I just wanted to say hello to my ex-husband and his call girl. That’s what she is, right? No way you have any game left to score a little thing like her.”
I couldn’t describe the anger that overtook me. The sounds of the party faded into the background, replaced by a high-pitched screeching in my ears. My pulse quickened, heart pounding so fiercely in my chest that I thought it was seconds away from exploding. Who did this woman think she was? I couldn’t tell if I was angry because she’d called me a whore, or because she was being needlessly nasty to Chuck. Probably both, and the combined anger was practically seething out of my pores in the form of heat. I instinctively slipped my hand into Chuck’s and dragged him away, tugging at his arm. Sandy made some sort of snide comment under her breath, but we were already yards away before she managed to finish her sentence.
We kept walking, exiting the banquet hall in a hurry. I didn’t slow down until we were safely outside, well out of range of Sandy’s malicious comments.
“Are you okay?” asked Chuck, words exasperated. “I’m so sorry about that. I feel like I’ve ruined your night.”
“You didn’t ruin anything, Chuck. It was all her. Please don’t apologize.”
Chuck sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Well, that was one hell of a way to end the night, huh? I’m sorry that she soured the mood.”
I shook my head and took a step forward, leaning into his open arms. A chilly evening breeze brushed past us, giving me the perfect excuse to get close. Chuck wrapped me into a hug, locking his fingers behind me, arms circling my waist. The stars were twinkling up above, but the silver glow of the moon was hidden behind a blanket of grey clouds.
“Looks like it’s about to rain,” I whispered, studying the coolness of Chuck’s eyes. He’d been particularly interested in my lips all evening, and I couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit smug. “Maybe we should head home.”
“I like the sound of that,” he hummed.
I bit my lower lip and sighed, “Maybe, if you want, we can have a little party of our own.”
“Is this an exclusive event?”
“Mhm, just you and me.”
Chuck smiled at this, tightening his grip around my waist to pull me flush against him. He captured my mouth in a passionate kiss, deep and a little rough with unchecked need. His embrace left me wonderfully dizzy, almost as though my feet weren’t even touching the ground. When he finally pulled away, he said, “Let’s get you out of this cold.”
“Lead the way.”
8
Chuck
It was almost ridiculous how badly I wanted her. Lara and I had barely made it a step past my apartment’s door before my frisky fingers were unzipping the back of her dress. When I first saw her in it, I’d been completely in awe of her beauty. The fabric clung to her form, accentuating her curves and highlighting all the places I so desperately wanted to touch and grab. It was almost like she’d chosen the dress to taunt me, mercilessly tease me all night in front of the rest of my peers. I’d been unable to take any action at the party. But here, in the privacy of my own home between a flurry of kisses, I was free to hold her the way I wanted. I could kiss her and taste her tongue and breathe in the sweet fragrance of her shampoo to my heart’s content here.
The second the door slammed shut, I pulled her dress down and off, letting the garment pool on the floor. Lara had on a matching set of underwear – a delicate pink lace thong and bra with a crisscross strap pattern. My cock twitched at the sight, excited by the promise of more to come. The evening was just getting started, and we had more than enough time to have fun and then some. Lara seemed more than aware of my growing arousal, deliberately pressing her palm to the front of my pants and gently giving my hardening member a squeeze. I groaned, far too hot and bothered for my own good.
I guided her backwards to the bedroom, too distracted by furious kissing to bother with shutting the door. Lara backed me into the bed, and when my knees made contact with the edge of the mattress, I immediately sat down. She climbed on top of me, straddling me with her gorgeously thick thighs. I grabbed at her ass, pressing the tips of my fingers into her flesh. The warmth of her skin against my hands and the moan that escaped her chest was utterly exhilarating. As our tongues slid over one another, fighting for control, Lara circled her hips and grinded against me.
“Jesus,” I hissed, barely able to contain myself. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You mean that?”
I nodded. “Of course, I do. I want you so bad, Lara.”
She licked her lips seductively. “Then take me.”
I grabbed her hard by the hips and flipped us over so that I had her back pinned to the sheets. She gasped in surprise, blushing hard as I slid my hands around her and unclasped her bra. I flung the offending fabric across the room, hungrily kissing her large breasts as I squeezed them in my hands. Lara smelled amazing, like strawberry bodywash mixed with lemon. I worked my way down, peppering kisses into the flat of her stomach, eventually positioning myself between her thighs. I carefully pulled her thong down with my teeth, dragging them down and forgetting them to the floor. My cock twitched painfully upon seeing her wet pussy, perfect and almost ready for me.
Her clit was swollen, aching with want. I so badly wanted to fuck her, to have my way with her all night long. But I also didn’t want things to move too quickly. I wanted to show Lara a good time, wanted to hear her begging my name over and over again well before the night was done. With a gentle flick of my tongue, I tested the waters, stimulating Lara slowly. She gripped at the sheets and threw her head back, shuddering with pleasure and anticipation. I started to work her clit in slow circles, breathing in her scent and memorizing her taste.
“Oh,” she whined, voice thin and airy and too damn sexy.
I applied a bit more pressure with my tongue, bringing my hand up to tease her entrance. With the tip of my finger, I stroked her wet pussy, reveling in the way Lara shivered. I inserted my index finger and curled it inside her, blown away by the warmth of her walls. It was going to feel so fucking fantastic to be inside her, but I knew my own pleasure could wait. All that mattered to me in that moment was that Lara enjoyed herself. I wanted to purge the events of the party, of our unfortunate run-in with Sandy from her thoughts and replace them with memories far more pleasant. I inserted a second finger and continued to move them in a beckoning motion, hitting Lara in just the right place to have her chanting my name.
“Oh God, Chuck. Chuck, please fuck me.”