*62:Welcome to the Other Side

Charlie’s blue jeans hit the floor along with her underthings and that's where she found the elastic band from her decimated ponytail.  With her mind a little numb and her body in a state of hyper-awareness, she pulled her hair through the band one and a half times to create a messy bun on top of her head. 

He was going to shower with her.  He was going to tantalize her.  He was going to own her in a whole new way – like they both wanted him to.

Holy Jesus.

Just replaying that soundtrack in her head was enough to make her nipples pucker as she slowly moved toward the sound of running water in the suite’s bathroom.  Whether or not that meant what she thought it did, she sure as hell liked the way it sounded. 

“Don’t keep me waiting, Counselor.” called the man who could dominate her as easily as he’d indulged her today. 

“I’m here.”

As naked as she was, he turned to peer at her over his shoulder with one hand stuck under the water to check the temperature. 

“So you are.”  Blue irises steamed as readily as the shower enclosure when he evaluated Charlie’s assets and apparently found everything to his liking.  Taking a step back from the open glass door he tipped his head toward the stream of water and ordered shortly, “In.”

“For somebody who didn’t seem interested in an argument, you’re being awfully bossy.” 

It wasn’t an accusation.  It was merely an observation made as she extended one hand to find the water as perfect as if she’d set the dials herself.  She stepped inside and the gentle flow had no more begun to bead on her skin when the shower stall shrank by half, courtesy of the man materializing at her back in the humid glass cocoon.

“It took my crew several years to find out everything goes much better when I’m in charge.”  His chest hair grazed her shoulder blades as Jon reached around for a bottle of hotel-provided shower gel.  “You’ll pick it up quicker than that.”

“You ever live life on the wild side and let somebody else take over?"

“Not usually, but I might consider it for you.  If you ask real nice.”

With droplets pelting chest, Charlie swiveled to watch over her shoulder as he squeezed soap into his palm and then set the bottle aside.  One broad hand flattened against the other to work up a delicately scented lather whose relaxing scent tickled her nostrils.  It was enough to temporarily relieve the tension she'd been harboring for most of the day – until sudsy palms cupped her shoulders.

The wet, soapy glide of his hands instantly stirred a much more pleasurable tension.  Over her shoulders and down slick arms, the touch couldn't be called cleansing but it was the perfect amount of pressure to tease her senses. 

“You’re going to wash me?”

The realization spurred the evening from unexpected to outright surreal.  As those same hands skidded into the dip of Charlie’s waist, she found herself in the starring role of a scene so exquisitely erotic that it could have been a dream.

His touch glided along the indentation of her waist until the fingertips of both hands met on top her belly button and one middle finger dipped lazily into the indentation.  The agonizingly slow swirl of his thumb continued circling the typically untouched flesh until her clit began to throb from the sweet friction. 

She couldn't resist inclining her head to watch, and the enticing visual coupled with blatant pulsing of blood between her legs stirred erotic memories for Charlie.  The same fingertips that were skating through the suds on her stomach had swirled deep inside her with the same intense focus, and that connection brought an arousal so overwhelming that she heard herself suck a deep breath.

“Washing wasn’t the primary objective.  Just happens to work out that way.” 

So near was he that the answer to her nearly forgotten question tickled Charlie's neck.  The crisp hair of his torso did the same to her back when Jon swayed from side, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.  He was standing near enough that when she inhaled deeply, her shoulder blades touched his chest.  Other than that, there was no contact.

Jon was hovering like a sensual spectre, giving her moments when she wondered if subtle brushes she was experiencing were a result of his touch or her imaginative libido.  The sensation of two hands pushing up the plane of her stomach was very real, however, and she knew that each torturous millimeter of friction came from his manipulative scraping of flesh. 

His graze against the undersides of breasts  heavy with desire had her nipples peaking into painfully tight tips.  They ached for their own dose of manipulation, but he didn’t provide it.  That graze merely extended outward to consume each individual rib on its route back to her waist. 

Inhaling deeply through her nose, Charlie instinctively squirmed backward with the intention of making the physical connection more absolute, but Jon refused.  He softly scolded and evaded her with a retreating step. to reach again for the shower gel to manufacture a second serving of bubbles.  He kept his body distanced from hers this time, but lathered hands picked up where they left off, landing on her hips.

Instead of up, this particular journey had hands traveling downward, however.  Long middle fingers led the way, pushing along the shallow valleys between her groin and thighs, and her clit now pounded with anticipation.

Instinct had Charlie planting a supportive hand against the shower wall while she slid her left foot out to the side as far as it would go.  Before her mind had a chance to think it, her body was angling toward the hope that there was something more invasive than bathing on the horizon. 

“Spread ‘em all you want.”  This time the tickle of lips came against the other side of her neck.  “But you’ll have ‘em spread a long time before I put anything in there.”

She mewled out a stunned whimper when he followed that promise with a dancing series of butterfly touches along the outermost edge of her labia.  These light caresses weren’t his normal mode of operation.   He was the guy who slammed her against the wall so he could fuck her senseless and, while she appreciated the variety, she also would appreciate something more along those original lines. 

“Why?”

“I told you.”  His fingers did their butterfly waltz along her seam until she felt the tips dusting the bottom curve of her rump before he reversed course.  “You’re going to ache.”

“I do already,” she protested, pulling that left foot back in to squeeze her thighs together for some sort of satisfaction as she pivoted to face him.  Dripping arms slithered up until she could lock her wrists at the back of Jon’s neck.  “Don’t make me wait.”

Ghostly appendages haunted the line of her back, leaving Charlie as the one pressing forward to claim a definitive connection of skin by plastering her chest to his.  The contact offered her nipples some relief, and she arched closer for more even as he continued his minimalistic approach, removing his hands from her body to firmly stick them against the shower wall. 

Tucking his chin to his chest, Jon arched one chastising eyebrow and smirked down into her face. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t.”

Even with half-wet hair and water dripping from the end of his nose, the man was sex on a stick, and that softly cocky demand didn’t do a damn thing to diminish it.  If someone offered her buckets of diamonds, a fleet of fancy cards and a million dollars right now, Charlie would refuse them.  This man, owning her in whatever way he chose to, was more of a thrill than all those things combined. 

Unblinkingly peering up into eyes that had darkened to indigo, Charlie gave him his reason, which happened to be a greater truth than he’d ever gotten from her during sex.  “Because it doesn’t matter how you take me, you’re still going to own me.”

“Motherfucker.”  Indigo eyes went pitch black when Jon’s pupils flared to completely devour his irises. 

There was a solid thunk that stopped the flow of water, and he smacked one palm against the shower door to shove it open.  Reaching for a towel, he tossed it at her then grabbed one for himself, his patience allowing for one swipe of each arm and leg before he threw it aside to claim her mouth with the finesse of a prehistoric caveman. 

Surprise had her grunting at the impact of the kiss and Charlie clung to his shoulders for balance, letting her own towel slither to the floor unnoticed as he mauled her in the way she’d come to expect.  Brutish hands were everywhere – tearing her messy bun free, cradling her head, scouring her flesh, tugging at her nipples and squeezing her buttocks with savagery. 

His mouth ate at hers with the ferocity of a starving mountain lion while he breathed her name, forcing the heated “Chiara” down her throat like scalding coffee.

“Goddamn you make me crazy,” he swore, putting his foot between hers and shoving so that her legs were spread.  When his fingers jammed through tender swollen lips to fill her, Charlie cried out with sheer ecstasy.   “You won’t even let me try and be nice.”

“Nice… is overrated.  Fuck me… Please…” 

She scarcely recognized the raspy voice as her own, but her mental faculties were currently taking a back seat to the body he manipulated with such expertise.  He knew her.  He knew how much she liked the finger fucking foreplay that primed her, and he crooked them in such a way that inspired desperate fingernails to dig at his shoulders. 

“Bed.” 

How she managed to walk with him still between her legs and swallowing her face whole, she had no idea.  Nor did she have any idea how she came to be in the center of a king-size mattress with her hands pinned over her head.

“Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely from above.  Possessive didn’t begin to describe the gleam in his eye as his cock wedged into her slit, as promised, and Charlie’s uterus contracted against the solid muscle that impaled her.  “Lock your legs around my waist.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply, but with hands pinned and legs locked, it left her practically immobile.  All she could do was lurch her hips to meet his thrusts and cry out with the pleasure.

“Jesus, why are you so good at this?  Everything…  Everything you do makes me want to come.”

“That’s it, baby,” he crooned, repeatedly withdrawing from her sucking flesh and slapping into her again.  “Talk to me.  It gets me off.”

“Oouunnhhhh!”  Charlie’s insides writhed with decadent pleasure.  “It’s gonna get me off, too, the way you watch me.”

“Yeah?”  Her clit beat like a timpani drum when it bumped against his pubic bone.  “I like watching you come.  You lose control.”

“Oh… oh… oh…”  Losing control was definitely on the agenda.  Soon.  “I wanna come.  Close.  So close.  Let me touch you.” 

“No.”  He ground against her with the next invasion before extracting himself and doing it over again.  “You can come… like this.  I could make you come… without touching you.  That’s how good we are.”

The arrogant proclamation was enough to shatter Charlie’s world, wrenching strangled screams from deep within.  “Nnnggg!!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuckkk!”

Aftershocks continued after she’d plummeted to the bottom of the ethereal abyss, and her limbs trembled.  She quivered uncontrollably as he raged forward, swearing at her with a gruff tenderness that triggered another jolt of pleasure.

They were that good.  He was that good, and when Jon bellowed low in his throat to scorch her insides, Charlie knew she’d never have anything better. 

There may be more perfect men in the world but, seeing as she was nowhere near perfect, that didn’t interest her.  She wanted the impeccably flawed man who kissed her lips and whispered, “Welcome to the other side, Counselor.  I’ve been waiting.”