A/N Just a short, smut-centered one-shot in honor of LemonSupreme's birthday. Happy (early) Birthday Lemon!
Charlie was washing the dishes in the pan in the sink. Grandpa had gone over to visit Frank Blanchard, and Miles and her mom had just disappeared upstairs. She turned around the grab what was left of Miles' birthday cake so she could wrap it up, but stopped when she noticed Bass standing in the doorway.
"I thought I'd help you out," he said, indicating the whiskey glasses he was holding in his hands. She smiled and took them from him, setting them in the makeshift sink. "Well, I guess I'll see you later." He nodded in her direction before heading to the door.
"Hey, wait," Charlie called out to him. He raised a curious eyebrow as she bit her lip. Lowering her voice, she said, "actually, I was going to ask you for a favor."
"Sure, what's up?"
Charlie looked around the room, like she was checking to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "Can I stay at your place tonight?" At Bass' shocked face, she quickly explained, "I don't really want to be around while Miles gets his 'birthday present' from my mother."
Bass threw his head back and laughed, making Charlie feel even stupider than she already did. She turned back towards the sink, red in the face, saying, "forget I even asked."
He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her close to his chest so that they were face to face. "You're always welcome at my house, Charlie. I was going to head out, but do you want me to wait for you?"
Giving him one of her signature smirks, she pulled away from him. "I'm a big girl, Bass. I can walk two blocks by myself."
As she turned back to the sink, Bass couldn't help but admire her long legs and the perfect curve of her ass. Pulling his eyes away from her delectable curves, Bass headed for the door and called back to her, "I'll leave the door unlocked!"
As soon as the door shut behind him Charlie let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Smiling, she finished the dishes in record time and ran to the hall closet to collect the overnight bag she had prepared earlier. The short walk to his house seemed to take forever, her mind swirling with anticipation and possibilities. There was no way she could deny it anymore, she was attracted to Sebastian Monroe. And not just the 'hey, he's kinda cute' way, it was more like a 'I wanna tear your clothes of and devour you whole' kind of thing.
Hopefully, Miles wouldn't be the only one getting a present tonight.
Charlie let herself into Bass' house, he was no where in sight, but the fire was burning brightly and there were some blankets piled on the arm of the couch. Taking the hint, she went into the bathroom to change into her 'pajamas', which consisted of an overlarge, white t-shirt. And that was it. She wandered barefoot into the kitchen, helping herself to a glass and a bottle of whiskey.
Bass left his bedroom wearing a pair of old sweatpants that hung low on his hips, no shirt, showing off his tan and toned chest. He followed the sounds Charlie was making into the kitchen, finding her standing at the counter wearing what looked suspiciously like one of his old shirts. He'd been wondering where it had gone off to.
Noticing the bottle in her hand, he said, "well make yourself at home."
She winked and held it out to him. "Here, unlike Miles, I know how to share." She handed him the bottle and moved to pass by him, bumping her shoulder against his. He could smell her lavender soap on her skin, she was so close.
God, he was so done playing games. He was too fucking old for this will-we-won't-we shit. He set the bottle down on the counter and grabbed her by the arm for the second time that night, but this time, he pulled her flush against him. He could feel her perky, round breasts against his chest, her nipples hardening at the contact.
"Charlie," was all he managed to ground out before her lips were on his, their tongues both racing out to taste the treasures hidden in the other's mouth. Bass wrapped his arms around her small frame and grabbed her ass in both hands, causing her to moan against his lips.
"Bass..." Her breathy, lust filled whisper had his cock hard in record time. He slammed her back against the wall, her head smacking against it roughly causing him to look at her worriedly, but she reached out and grabbed his face in her hands, pulling his lips down to hers. She sucked greedily on his tongue, running her fingers through his hair while his hands slipped beneath her shirt.
She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck, Charlie."
"Mhmmm," was her intelligent response when his rough fingers parted her slick folds, finding her already soaking wet.
Bass groaned against her lips and started kissing down her neck. "So... fucking... wet." He plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, causing her to throw her head back against the wall and cry out.
"Oh my God, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhh fuck." He pulled his fingers out of her, making her groan in frustraion, but he ignored it in favor of ripping her shirt over her head and latching his mouth to her perfectly round breast. He licked and nipped at her hard nipple while his fingers found their way back between their legs. She dug her fingernails into his scalp when his fingers found her clit, tweaking and rubbing in the perfect rhythm.
Charlie rocked her hips against his hand, begging for more. Bass stopped all of his movements and dropped to his knees on the floor, pulling Charlie's leg onto his shoulder and plunging his to tongue into her velvety sweetness. He fucked her pussy with his to tongue while her worked her clit with his tumb and then switched his tongue to her clit, pushing two fingers deep inside of her. "Oh fuck, yes, " her fingers tugging at his hair while he worked her over.
He could feel her pussy starting to spasm around his fingers so he pulled at her clit with his teeth, making her cry out. "Oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck, Bass." Charlie slumped back against the wall and Bass stood up, wiping her delicious juices from his face and licking his fingers clean while she watched him through hooded eyes.
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards the counter, spinning her around and bending her over the cold surface. Charlie let him guide her wherever he wanted her to go, her mind blowing orgasm leaving her in no condition to contradict him.
Pushing his sweatpants down around his legs, he watched them pool around his feet before kicking them aside and taking his rigid cock in his hand. He grabbed her hip with one hand and guided himself to her entrance with the other. He slammed his cock into her pussy without warning, filling her completely, her tight walls clenching around him, causing her head to fly back and send her hair cascading over her shoulders. "Oh, Bass."
Gripping a hip in each hand, Bass pulled most of the way out before slamming back in, pulling her back as he surged forward, again, and again, and again. The head of his cock hitting her cervix each time. She was going to be sore in the morning, but hell, it wasn't like she was complaining.
He continued to thrust into her, harder, and harder each time. The only sounds in the house were Charlie's moans of pleasure and his own grunts, mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against her wet pussy.
Bass knew he was going to last much longer, already feeling his balls tightening. "Charlie, I - I'm gonna..." He watched her hand disappear underneath her body and felt her fingertips brushing against the base of his cock while he fucked her, sending him over the edge, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise while his hot come filled her pussy.
It took several minutes for him to realize that he was slumped over Charlie's back, probably squishing her, so he stood up and pulled his softening cock from her still pulsating pussy. She stood up slowly and turned to face him, a lazy smile on her lips. "Maybe Miles' birthday wasn't so bad after all."
Wrapping his arms tightly around her, Bass brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently, whispering against her lips, "it's Miles' birthday? Huh, I thought it was mine."