Hustle Me (18 page)

I smacked his chest. "Well, that is what I pictured you asking me."
 

"So choose then. Do you want to be face down ass up, or give me that little thing that I really enjoy?"
 

He put his face close to mine and I could feel his breath when he talked.
I think he just said he enjoyed kissing me.
Was this really happening, or was I drunk and passed out somewhere having the equivalent of a wet dream?
 

"It's a hard decision. Both seem equally repulsive," I joked. "I guess I will go for the kiss, because I'm just too drunk to take off my own clothes."
 

His hand went into my hair and he pulled my face into his. I think my eyes closed even before we made contact. His lips were exactly as I remember them and as soon as I felt his tongue mingling with mine, I lost all sense of self control. My hands went up his shirt, until he pulled it the rest of the way off. Jammer spun me around and sat me up on the table. I pulled away and looked right at him. "Zach isn't my boyfriend. I don't even have one."
 

A half smile formed in the corner of his lip, right before his mouth found mine again.
 

Chapter 20
 

Jammer
 

I don’t know what it was about Charlie that had me in such frenzy, but I couldn’t get enough of this girl. I’d spent the last twenty four hours trying to figure out how to forget about her and in a few short moments I was back to having these overwhelming feelings like I needed to touch her and do a lot more than that. Maybe it was because she was so broken or that she was such a challenge for me. It didn’t even matter; I wanted Charlie and I was about to have her again.
 

So, it could have been the alcohol that gave us that extra push, but as I continue to press my lips over Charlie’s, it was exactly what I needed.
 

I’d lifted her up on the pool table and slowly her legs wrapped around my waist. She’d removed my shirt and having her warm hands touching my skin was making my dick even harder. Charlie’s kisses were desperate and as they intensified, I was no longer wondering if this was going to be another mistake. From my perspective, she wanted this just as much as I did.
 

My fingers traced the line to the bottom of her shirt, while her magic tongue played with mine.
 

I pulled away and put my forehead against hers. “This has to come off.” She removed her hands from my back and raised them in the air, to allow me to pull her shirt over her head. Her little pink bra was the only thing standing between me and those supple tits. Charlie leaned back and unhooked the bra herself, while intently looking me right in the eye. I felt like a damn little kid, reaching up and cupping them in my hands, like it was the first time I’d ever touched a tit.
 

Charlie had the best kind of body. She had curves, but was a small girl. Her tits were huge for her proportion and she had an ass that I just wanted to bend over every time I saw it. I let my hands slide from her tits to her tiny waist. I loved the way her smooth skin felt when my hands brushed over it.
 

I grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up to sit on my shoulder, as my hands traced from her foot and then all the way up her thigh. Her mouth was open just enough for me to need to kiss it. I left her leg on my shoulder and leaned in until I found her
lips. She was so flexible and it let me know just how I wanted to fuck her.
 

I pulled away from her sweet lips and slid my wet lips over hers one more time before backing away. She was laying back on the pool table and the shorts she had changed into had to go. I needed her naked and I wanted it to happen immediately.
 

While grabbing both of her legs and moving them to either side of me, I unbuttoned her fancy little shorts and tugged them off of her. She must have removed her shoes behind the bar, since she wasn’t wearing any.
 

I don’t know why, but since I hadn’t been able to see very well last night, it was different seeing Charlie lit up under the pool table light. I pictured her wearing plain white bikini underwear, but the little yellow lace thong was a big welcomed surprise. She held her arms out hoping for me to kiss her again, but I stayed standing over her, taking in her body like it was a buried treasure. I traced my fingertip around her navel and along her panty line. I could tell she was ticklish from the way she moved as my fingers made contact with certain parts of her skin.
 

I caught her gazing at me, with those needy eyes. “I want to taste you, Charlie.” I kissed her inner thigh, working my way in between her legs. She leaned up on her elbows to watch my every move.
 

My tongue ran over her lace panties causing her to shiver as I made first contact. I started low and licked my way over her panties again, getting the outside just as wet as I knew the inside was. The more I licked on that lace, the more the fabric was pushing in between her pussy lips. I was starting to be able to taste her through the fabric and that mixed with the sight of her sprawled out on the pool table was enough for me to want to come in my pants. I took one of my hands and slid the lace to the side, so I was able to slide my tongue across her smooth pussy. Her skin was warm and her musky taste left me unable to stop licking her. When my tongue reached her tiny little clit, she jerked back, moaning loudly. I wrapped my arms around both of her legs and threw them over my shoulders, before going back to my task at hand. The more I licked at her clit, the more she reacted.
 

The strange thing was that I didn’t do this. Sure, it was an asshole move, because I slept with lots of chicks, but this was
more personal and I’d never had the desire to do it with any of them. However, Charlie was obviously in a different category than them. I couldn’t get enough of her and had thought about her constantly since we’d first met. Tasting her and feeling her hot sex against my mouth reminded me of that. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but this was just reiterating the fact that this girl did things to me that no other women had been able to do. She made me care about something other than myself.
 

I hardened my tongue and flicked her little clit over and over again. Each time my tongue reached the top, her body would jerk against my face. I got off on just knowing I was making her feel the way she was. Charlie was so turned on that my chin was wet with her eagerness. The more I licked her, the more I imagined sliding right inside of that wet pussy.
 

I pulled away from her and removed her panties from her body. Now that I no longer had to push them to the side, I could focus completely on making her come. I traced my fingers over her wet pussy, sliding the wetness up and down those little lips. The wetter they got, the more I wanted to lick them. It was like I was craving the taste of her pussy. I leaned in and licked up her
lips before sliding two fingers around her entrance. She gasped as they punctured through and slid deep inside of her. My fingers were immediately lubricated and I tugged them all out, before shoving them back in. “Please, don’t stop,” she cried.
 

“Does it feel good, baby?”
 

She moaned again and tried her hardest to keep her eyes open long enough to watch my fingers sliding back inside of her again. “Mmm,” she licked her lips and watched me again. This time I stuck out my tongue and teased her clit once more. When she began to buck her body, I licked it again, this time flicking it hard with my tongue, while I pushed my fingers deeper inside of her. I could feel that little pussy tightening around my fingers, so I kept pushing them in and out, while I teased her clit. “Oh…I’m coming, oh it feels so good. Please don’t you dare stop. Please don’t…” She bucked her ass off of the felt and cried out again.
 

When she finally relaxed, I removed my fingers. Charlie leaned in and grabbed me by the wrist. She looked right into my eyes as she licked my finger and then began sucking it between her lips. It was so fucking sexy and I couldn’t stop watching her. I needed to be inside of that swollen pussy before I nutted right in
my damn pants. I removed my finger and tugged her by her legs, so that her ass was half hanging off the table. I used both hands to get my pants down and thrusted my hard dick right inside of her. God, she felt so fucking amazing. I moved slow at first, but as I picked up the pace, I grabbed her legs and put them on either shoulder. My hands played with each of her nipples and the more I watched myself tracing those perfect tips, the closer I got to release.
 

I thrusted deeper with each movement and each time little moans escaped her. “I’m close, Charlie. I’m so close.”
 

“Fuck me harder. Pleeaassee.”
 

She slid her hands underneath of mine and started playing with her own tits, pulling at her nipples while she watched me fucking her. I had to close my eyes so many times to keep it lasting longer. She was so fucking sexy; so naturally perfect that I couldn’t get enough. I could feel my release coming and as I filled her, we both cried out again. Charlie’s legs fell down to my sides and I leaned in to kiss her sweet lips again. Her tongue met mine and at the same time I think the reality of what we’d just done set in.
 

She sat up, forcing me to stand. I was still inside of her and I knew exactly what those freaked out eyes were for. “Charlie, I…Oh God, I’m so sorry.” I pulled out of her and reached down to grab  my shirt and stick it between her legs. The reminder of what I’d done was already starting to leak out. She put her hands over her face and said nothing.
 

I kissed the top of her head and held my mouth there. “Charlie, I swear to God that I have never done that before. I’m always so safe. I…I don’t know what happened. I’m clean, I swear. I got tested like three months ago, just to be sure.”
 

I started pacing around the table while still naked. My hands went into my hair. “Fuck!”
 

I felt her hands reach around my waist and realized she was no longer lying on the table. Her naked chest and her face were pressed against my back. I intertwined my fingers into hers at my waist. “We both got carried away, Jammer. It’s not just your fault.”
 

I turned around and cupped my hands over her face. “Charlie, you’re just so different. I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t get enough of you.”
 

She smiled and looked surprised. “Jammer, I know you aren’t staying. You don’t have to explain yourself.”
 

Was she right? Could I just walk away and move on from something that felt so damn right? “Tell me to stay.”
 

She traced the tattoo on my arm. “You don’t want that. I can’t ask that.”
 

I looked right into those beautiful eyes of hers. “Tell me to stay, Charlie.”
 

“Is that what you really want? You want to live on top of a bar with a fucked up mood swinging girlfriend and a kid that isn’t your responsibility? This isn’t you.”
 

“It’s more of a home than you know. Look, I’m not talking about forever, but for right now, I can’t walk away. Tell me, Charlie.” I pressed my lips lightly against hers, preparing myself for yet another moment of rejection.
 

“Okay, are you sure this isn’t the alcohol?”
 

I kissed her again, this time leaving my lips against hers. “This has nothing to do with a bottle of Jack, Charlie. You’re so different; so fucking awesome. Try this with me. We won’t make
promises or have false hopes, we’ll just be ourselves and see what happens.”
 

She ran her tongue over my bottom lip and then her own lip while she thought. “Stay with me.”
 

I was so happy; so overwhelmingly pleased that she was going to give me a chance to see what this was between us.
 

The only problem now was telling her the truth about who I was and finding out why my father was trying to sabotage her life. That in itself was enough betrayal to be the ultimate deal breaker and knowing that was what was keeping me from telling her.  As of right now, she thought my name was Jammer Thompson. I needed to keep it that way until I figured out a way to tell her without losing her. For the first time, I was realizing that I might be having feelings for a woman and with that meant that losing the opportunity to explore things with her was more important than telling her the truth and losing the chance.
 

Chapter 21
 

Charlie
 

Okay, so not only had I slept with Jammer, but this time we didn't use protection. The responsible Charlie had left the building and was replaced with a careless one.
 

Aside from that huge mistake, Jammer had admitted to wanting me. When he asked me if I wanted to try to really be with him, I didn't know what to say. I mean, of course I wanted to try, but Jammer wasn't exactly a relationship type of guy. Still, I had nothing left to lose, so any time spent with him would make me happy, even if it were only temporary.
 

After our heated encounter on the pool table, Jammer and I headed upstairs.
 

We got to the door, before he turned me around and pushed me against it. His lips pressed against the base of my neck. "Charlie."
 

I bit down on my lip. "Yeah."
 

"Elle is asleep in my room. Let me sleep with you tonight?"
 

I liked how he asked me for permission, even when he knew how I would answer. "Yes..."
 

He grabbed my ass and held it in with his hand. "You're so fucking sexy. I need you naked."
 

I opened the door and led him right into my room. Once inside, I started ripping my clothes back off. Jammer was already shirtless and his belt hung loosely in his pants. As I unbuttoned them they fell to the floor. He was already hard again and as soon as it was free, it pressed against my skin. "Let's get a shower."