Virginia - Whiskey Myers

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CHARLIE

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"Just stay the night with us," Brooke whispered in my ear later that night. We were drunk watching some stupid movie Knox picked.

"Where would I stay?" I whispered back.

She rolled her eyes, "I'd assume either in Colt's bed with him or make him sleep on the couch." I'd much rather sleep downstairs than next to the screaming baby, that's for sure.

I suck on my bottom lip as I look at him on the other side of the L-shaped leather couch. His hat was on backward, making me feel so much for him. I think I talked him into going to get a mullet earlier. I think he would look so delicious with one.

Once the movie ends, Brooke yawns, "Alright, I'm sleepy. Good night." Knox followed, leaving Colt and I alone.

He looks at me, his body sprawled out on the couch, "you staying the night?" His legs were opened almost as if it was an invitation.

"If you'd let me," I said sheepishly. I tried to cover up the heat of my cheeks, knowing how embarrassing it was to ask.

"In my room?" I hesitated to answer. "I'll keep to my side, I promise."

I nod, "that's fine."

He stands up, and I follow him into his bedroom. I look around, and it's neat as if no one lived here. I strip my clothes off, grabbing a shirt from his drawer like I used to, exchanging my cowboy pillow's shirt for a Wyoming shirt. I should have asked first before just doing it. But it was already on me, and it smelled like him.

I climb into the bed, claiming my old spot in the sheets. He turns the lights off and climbs in next to me. My heart pounds as the silence overwhelms me. I want his arms around me. I slowly scoot towards him, and he laughs when my arm stretches over his bare chest. He returns the favor, wrapping his arms around me. I feel him let out a deep breath as if he felt the same way I was.

I debated for a while whether to lift my head and connect my lips with him or try to sleep. After I can't focus on sleeping, I lift my head, my hand caressing his jaw, and slowly kiss him. He melts into the kiss, his arms wrap tighter around me.

He leaned his forehead against mine, "Oh, Charlie," he murmured. I run my hands through his hair, touching him for the first time in months. His hands roam my body, sliding underneath my shirt, his bare hands on my back.

I straddle him, and his hands cup my ass cheeks. I grind against him, feeling his hardness below me. I kiss his neck, nibbling as he lets out a low groan.

I had no intention of stopping, so he needed to say something if he didn't want to do this. It's been too long since his hands roamed my skin. His touch burned when he touched me, feeling everything I hadn't felt in months.

He flips us over and pulls me into his groin, where I wrap my legs around his waist, not feeling close enough to him. He pulls my shirt off, throwing it onto the floor, leaving me completely naked. "Christ, you're not even wearing underwear," he says as he cups my breast with a grin, licking over the nipple and sucking on it. "I really liked that shirt you were wearing today." A moan escapes my lips, not being able to speak. I grip my other breast in my hand and put the other in his hair.

His mouth kisses down my body as his fingers dig my inner thighs. His touch made me so sensitive, and I felt like I would burst without him touching me. My breathing quickened as his mouth kissed my inner thigh, grazing over my entrance. "Soaking wet," he mumbled against my thigh.

His tongue parted my lips, and I could barely get the words "for you" out of my mouth before moaning and wrapping my legs around his shoulders.

"Colt," I moaned as his tongue dived into me, bursting at the sudden impact. Mason had never been able to make me come from head, but Colt's sudden touch sent me over the edge. Well, actually, Colt is the only one who has made me come, as I think about it.

He climbs back on top of me with a devilish grin as he looks at me hungrily, the moon shining down on his face. He stares at me, and I wonder what he is thinking. "I missed doing that."

I smile, grabbing the back of his neck to kiss him again. He pulls back as he goes to strip his boxers off, throwing them on the floor next to my shirt. "I don't got a condom. Wasn't expecting this to happen."

I bit my lip as I pulled him back down again, whispering against his lips, "I don't care." With that, he grabs my hips, pulling me towards him. He spits on his hand as if it were lube and strokes his throbbing cock. He positions himself at my entrance and slowly slides inside me, not breaking eye contact once.

Once he had filled me up completely, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, wrapping my legs around his waist. My hands gripped his thighs as I tried to hold on while he thrusted hard inside me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head in pleasure. I let a whimper out when he began to slow down, begging him to go faster.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows by my head, and kissed me as he continued to fuck me. "Colt," I moaned against his lips, my nails digging into his black, likely leaving marks.

Our skin became sticky, and the room felt hotter as we made love. Having sex with Mason felt nothing like this as it wasn't love; it was just neediness, as I came to realize. I know Colt would hate me if he knew I had thought about the last guy I slept with. But Mason just wasn't him.

I grip him as hard as I can as I ride to my high, moaning as I come over his throbbing cock. "Fuck, Charlie," he moaned as he continued pounding inside me.

I was limp, still trying to recover as he threw my legs over his shoulder, changing positions. "Colt!" I screamed at the sudden impact, making the river flow once again.

His thrusts began to quicken, reaching for his climax before pulling out, spilling onto my stomach. Colt drops my legs, letting me fall on the bed as he runs to get a towel. I clean myself up and stare at him. He chuckles, throwing the towel on the ground, "Well, guess I found your new position." I roll my eyes, standing up to use the restroom before returning to the bed.

We lay naked, tangled in each other's arms afterward, both of us lying in silence as our heavy breaths filled the room. My head rests on his chest as I listen to his heartbeat.

"Should we talk now?" He asks, drawing circles onto my naked back. I dreaded this talk. The talk of how he ripped my heart in half but now was repairing what he broke.

I sigh, "We should wait till they leave."

He kisses the top of my head, "that's fine."

We say nothing after as we both fall into a deep sleep. The best sleep I've had in months.