"I'm finally free," Charlie dramatically threw the brace into the air as soon as she entered the house. It was a bitch trying to write or type while wearing it, but it was helpful. Her wrist healed nicely for the most part, she went to the doctor the other day and he gave her the okay to stop wearing the brace as soon as she felt comfortable.
To her it would've meant that day, but Bass convinced her to wear a little while longer, just in case. He was paranoid, opting to wean her off it instead, and she humored him with little argument. Mostly because he and Miles ganged up on her.
"Don't throw that thing away, you might need it again one day," he chuckled when she glared at him, flipping him off.
"Embarrassing things only happen to me once every few years or so," she put her hands on her hip in a matter of fact way.
Bass snorted, jokingly rolling his eyes.
"Whatever, like you're one to talk. Duncan's told me many embarrassing stories about you, and even a few about Miles."
"You've been talking to Duncan?"
Bass couldn't hide the surprise leaking out of his voice. Never in a million years did he think Charlie would ever voluntarily seek Duncan out.
She howled with laughter after seeing his face, "I didn't talk to her about what you think I did, jeez. I mean, I'm not saying I don't find her mildly attractive, or that I would turn down her offer again," she trailed off as Bass nervously fidgeted from the couch as she dropped down.
He didn't want to talk about having threesomes with Charlie. Fuck, he didn't want to talk about sex at all with Charlie. He felt less mature than her in that moment because apparently, she had no problem throwing around the subject.
"I mean Duncan's hot and seems like she can handle herself well enough," she looked over at him to get a feel for his reaction, but his face remained blank as he occupied himself with beer.
"She seems like she'd be well experienced."
Bass hummed in agreement. He knew the answer to all of the silent questions Charlie was hinting at, but he did not want to talk about his and Duncan's past romps.
Smirking, she decided to just go all out, "you would know a thing or two about that…wouldn't you?"
Throwing all the cards on the table, she waited for him to say something, but he just timidly chuckled.
"You really wanna talk about mine and Duncan's sex lives?"
Still smirking, she placed a delicate hand on his chest, trailing it down the contours of his abdomen, "well, I don't really want to talk in general. But that seems the only thing you're willingly to do with me."
"I wonder why that is, I mean, your friend Duncan has no problem staking a claim and she's doesn't even know me. Hell, I even told her I was straight," her nails lightly raked against the softness of his t-shirt.
Bass gulped, trying to shove his nerves down and not react to how close Charlie's hand was drifting, "yeah well Duncan's not one to be shy about something she wants."
Charlie's laughed sounded like music to his ears, "you don't strike me as the shy type either."
"Maybe I just don't want you," he pathetically mumbled the words, barely able to push them off his tongue.
Charlie knew it was bullshit, she could not only hear it in his voice, but she could physically feel his body vibrating underneath her fingertips. Plus that kiss the other night proved, if anything, he physically wanted her. Whether or not he was romantically interested in her, she had no fucking clue, and it didn't matter at this moment.
She just knew she wanted him, in any way he would permit.
"I'm going to have to call bullshit," she placed a kiss on the side of his neck, biting down lightly. Bass had to do everything in his power to not moan when her soft lips made contact with the tender skin of his neck. And Charlie didn't stop her assault there, she continued to lay hot kisses down his neck, and back up again.
Letting her lips linger near his ear, she breathily replied, "I think you do want me, and you're scared to lose the last bit of control you have."
Damn, she was spot on. She knew he was at his wits end. Mustering up every bit of control he had left in his body, he quickly stood up from his spot on the couch, not looking at Charlie as he passed by her into the kitchen.
She wasn't mad, instead she just shrugged her shoulders, appearing indifferent.
"Suit yourself, just going to give you one last chance before I took Duncan up on her offer."
Bass' grip on the beer he was holding slipped. Luckily the countertop caught it, only spilling some of its contents.
"Shit," he went to clean it up, glancing over at Charlie, "what?"
That's all he could get out. That's the only coherent thought running rampage in his mind.
"I understand you're not interested," she stood up from the couch, turning to face him, "but that doesn't mean someone else isn't."
He stared at her, forgetting about the beer altogether, "so…you're going to have sex…with Duncan?"
That sounded even weirder when it came out of his own mouth instead of being just a thought. Before when he pictured it erotically, it sounded nice, but with himself out of the equation, he felt a pang of jealousy.
She shook her head, "no I told her the other night I didn't swing that way, but I'm quite confident she knows other available, experienced people. She looks like a person with good taste, and obviously I can agree, seeing as how you two were a thing. But I'm not totally opposed to her participating," she casually threw that out there.
"You're gonna have sex with some random fucking person?"
Throwing her head back in laughter, she nodded, "yeah Bass, that's kind of what people do. I'm sure you know how it works."
Stalking slowly with long strides, she never took her eyes off Bass' as she crept closer to the kitchen, until she was standing at the entrance.
"You made it clear you weren't interested in fucking me, so no sweat, but I'm getting laid one way or the other, although I would rather it be you," she smirked.
Bass was still dumbfounded by her blatant flirting. He was used to people coming on to him, but Charlie was the only woman who was relentless in her pursuit. Ordinarily, a woman would've just moved on as soon as he said he wasn't interested. Charlie took it as a challenge. She wanted Bass. Plus she could tell he was full of shit and only spewing those words robotically because he was supposed to.
"Charlie," he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting a long sigh out, "this is not a good idea."
"Stupid ideas are my specialty," her body gravitated towards his on instinct.
He didn't realize she was standing so close until he opened his eyes and saw her body hovering near his, off to the side.
"Yes but stupid ideas aren't mine," he retracted his statement when she gave him an incredulous look, "ok fine, maybe they are. But not when they involve you. This is the mother of all stupid ideas."
She laughed thinking back to those exact words coming from her own lips, "look we don't have to tell anyone, especially not Miles, I understand. This can be, whatever we want it to be. It doesn't have to mean anything, it's sex—"
"No," he vehemently shook his head, "that's bullshit, sex always means something and if you think we can do this without any attachments, you're kidding yourself. I haven't been turning you down all this time just because of Miles, although he's kinda intimidating when it comes to you," he shuddered.
"Then why did you say no?"
It was fragile, vulnerable, and almost heartbreaking for Bass to hear. She assumed Miles was the reason, but if it wasn't him, then it must've been because of her. Maybe Bass really wasn't interested.
"Because I was giving you a chance to back out," his voice interrupted her monologue going on. "Because as soon as we do this, it's not going to be some one time, blame it on the alcohol shit. It's because somehow, you've managed to work yourself under my skin."
All worries fell to the side as she sultrily grinned up at him, "too bad it's my body I've been trying to work under your skin."
"Last chance," he grinned, running his fingertips down her arm, ignoring her flirting.
Closing the distance between them, Charlie stood on her toes, pressing her body and her mouth against his, answering his question.
That was all it took for Bass' control to snap, shattering into a million pieces as he gripped her hips, spinning them so she was pressed against the kitchen counter.
He shoved his tongue into the confines of her mouth, aggressively battling her tongue for dominance, which Charlie granted as she moaned into his mouth. His hands were everywhere, all at one, and Charlie felt as though she was going to cum from his touches alone.
Stroking the underside of her breasts, he pushed her shirt higher until it was over her head, always careful of her arm, even though she wasn't.
Her eyelids fluttered closed when he dropped to his knees, planting his mouth against her smooth stomach, hands actively working to rid her of those damn jeans that did things to him.
She was so distracted by his hands, she didn't notice when he, not only freed her legs from her jeans, but drug her panties down with them. She only noticed when he placed a tender kiss on top of her pussy. Delving in with one finger, he stroked her, muttering underneath his breath, "mmm so wet."
Complying with her unspoken command, he added another finger into her slick folds, slowly pumping in and out of her at a tantalizingly slow pace. Heavy, her head dropped back, hair spilling onto the counter top, probably in some left over beer, but she didn't care at the moment. And she sure as hell didn't care when Bass' tongue jutted out to swipe a long path up the length of her pussy.
She could feel her knees buckling as soon as his wet tongue pierced her vagina, in addition to his fingers working her over. With the other hand, Bass grabbed her leg, pulling it over his shoulder in case she completely collapsed, and so he could access her beautiful, soaking wet pussy even more.
With the new angle Charlie was seeing stars, it would only be moments before she exploded and Bass could feel her walls starting to clamp. Nibbling on her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, crooking his fingers seconds before Charlie let go, her hands shooting out to grab the counter.
Patiently, Bass let her ride out the last wave of her orgasm before removing his fingers from her heat and standing back up.
He had no time to regain his balance, Charlie roughly shoved at him, pushing his against the fridge as her hands blindly started to rip at his clothing. She wanted it off now. She couldn't wait another goddamn second. She needed him inside her now.
Bass chuckled at her enthusiasm, but it died on his lips when Charlie rid him of his pants and boxers in one forceful shove. Groaning as soon as her hand gripped him lightly, teasingly stroking him up and down, Bass crushed his lips to hers.
He allowed Charlie to feel him, touch him, and even taste him, mouth opening in shock when she copied his actions and dropped to her knees.
She looked up at him with a devilish chagrin before swirling her tongue around his tip. Bass wanted to keep his eyes open to watch this magnificent creature and her heavenly lips, but as soon as she took all of him into her mouth, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"Fuck, Charlie," his hands clutched her hair, keeping her mouth in place as he tried not to rock his hips up into her mouth.
When he couldn't take it along longer, he pulled her up and twisted them so she was against the refrigerator this time.
Not stopping, he swiftly entered her. Fully sheathed inside her drenched, hot pussy, they both moaned out loud, not moving for a few seconds. Bass was giving her time to adjust, and he also needed time to recover from his almost orgasm. If she had kept sucking, he knew he wouldn't have lasted much longer, and he wanted to be inside of her.
Charlie was the one to thrust her hips into his, drawing his attention back to the present. He fulfilled her every desire, shoving into her hard and fast, and with every thrust Charlie met him with the same intensity.
Feeling her weak legs shaking, still recovering from the first orgasm, Bass picked her up, interlocking their hands above on the refrigerator. Neither of them cared about the squeals and protests coming from the equipment made as they fucked roughly against it. Bass could only hear Charlie's heaving panting, and Charlie could only hear Bass' husky moans.
"Shit," he mumbled, picking up the pace nearing his own orgasm. He could feel Charlie's pussy throbbing around his penis before clamping down for dear life as she cried into his shoulder. Her clammy, sticky skin, mixed with her warm breath coming out in puffs against his shoulder sent him over the edge as he came hard, shooting his seed in side of her.
His knees gave out, dragging Charlie with him until his ass hit the ground and she was seated on top of him, "fuck, sorry."
Charlie giggled, "Okay Mr. I don't have any embarrassing moments."
"First rule about Duncan is, never believe what she tells you—"
"So you aren't an amazing lay who taught her, practically all the adventurous and erotic shit she knows?"
Charlie kinked up one eyebrow as Bass faltered for a minute, trying to figure out how Charlie knew all of this. Of course if he knew Duncan, and he did, she also didn't mind sharing things. For Duncan, there was no such thing as too much information, or personal, private.
Finally he beamed with pride, "oh no, that's a fact. I am fucking amazing, and I did teach her everything she knows."
Drawing her in closer, he placed his mouth just below her ear, "and if you're willingly to learn I can teach you a thing or two."
Charlie shifted, feeling his growing erection still inside of her, "hmm, I am an excellent student."
Standing suddenly, he wound his arm around Charlie's backside, pulling her up with him, "well we have a lot of learning to do…for science."
The first time was hurried, rough, and fast, he needed more time to worship every inch of her body, and he intended to do that. All night long.