I paused.
“You don’t have to promise me anything. You just need to tell me you’re willing to explore whatever this is with me.”
“I’d like that,” I admitted before sealing my lips to his, kissing him hard, trying to lessen some of his pain.
He pulled away. “Touch me, please touch me because all I can think about is her hands on me and I feel like I might break. Remind me that I’m in control of my body.”
“What do you need?” Right now, I would do anything to erase the look from his face.
“Touch me, any way you want, but don’t let me come. I want to prove to myself that I’m in control.”
I frowned, not sure his idea made any sense.
“I want to prove that if she was here, she couldn’t make me come. That she couldn’t take anything from me again.”
My jaw clenched. “I wouldn’t let her anywhere near you, Charlie. I’d scratch her eyes out before I let her touch you again.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up for the first time since he’d shown me her message.
Charlie
It made no sense; I knew it didn’t. How would not coming help me feel better? I’d been thinking about it since she tied me up, edged me and I’d asked permission to come. Jennifer had taken what she wanted, and I’d never had a choice, but this way made me feel like I was hanging on to my orgasms untilIwas ready to give them. It made me feel powerful. I wanted more of that.
Fern’s eyes darkened as she stood, holding out her hand and leading me to the entrance of the blanket fort.
“Take your clothes off and get comfy. Do you have lube?”
“Yeap, I got it from the trunks in the other cottage when we were there earlier. Drawer in the bedside table.”
She shimmied out of the tent, coming back seconds later with the bottle in her hand, wearing only her over the knee socks, making me groan at the sight of her.
“Are you sure about this, Charlie? I don’t see how it will help.”
“I need this, Princess. My body betrayed me for years. I want to prove that I’m in control. I need you to help me.”
“Okay, but you have to promise if this gets weird, you’ll say the safe word.”
She laid down next to me, flicking open the bottle of lube. As she did, my hand moved to the triangle of neatly trimmed curls between her thighs. “Fuck, have I told you how much I like these?”
She giggled. “A couple of times, yes. So I shouldn’t have a Hollywood and have them all waxed off.”
I growled, burying my fingers in them. “Don’t you dare.”
Tipping the bottle, she drizzled lube over my cock and balls, covering me until I was slick and groaning from her soft touch.
“You still want me to do this, Charlie?”
It would have been so easy to flip her over, sink inside, and fuck her until we both came, but I needed this. I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t that teenage boy anymore. That I controlled my body now.
“Yes,” I whispered almost inaudibly. “I want this.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to push you to the edge. If you feel like you’re going to come, I want to hear about it. Do you understand?”
A whimper fell from my lips. A fucking whimper. I didn’t think I’d ever made a noise like it.
“If it’s getting too much, if you don’t like it, if you’re not sure this is what you want any more, or if you want to stop, then I want to hear that safe word, Charlie. Promise me?”
I nodded.