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⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This chapter is heavy of sex and intimacy. If this isn't your thang, feel free to skip!
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The faint strum of a bass guitar permeated the air, the opening notes of Hang Me Up to Dry by Cold War Kids humming from the kitchen. When he woke up to the aroma of sizzling bacon, it teased his senses. He hadn't felt his body this relaxed in years, and the couch cushions cradled him like an old friend.

It was a familiar tune he had listened too on his phone playlist whenever he was in a mood to settle down or fall asleep after, but John couldn't quite place it.

He knew his phone was on the coffee table, untouched since last night, yet it wasn't there.

Instead, his gaze drifted to the kitchen from the living room, and he froze.

Charlie stood at the stove, her back to him, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Her hair was piled high on her head in a messy bun, with strands of golden silk framing her face. Making the kitchen light cast a warm glow on her skin, highlighting her curves. But it wasn't her appearance that caught his attention; it was what she was wearing.

She wore one of his oversized t-shirts, the soft fabric draping over her petite figure, with the hem brushing just above her knees. The shirt's neckline hung casually off one shoulder, adding a touch of relaxed charm. Completing the casual look, she paired it with his dark shorts that sat low on her hips and fit her carefree vibe.

It was an outfit that should have appeared innocent.

Instead, it was the sexiest sight John had ever witnessed.

He swallowed, his throat dry as he got off the couch and approached her.

The clatter of the spatula against the pan was the only sound in the room as he neared her. He stopped behind her, and his large arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him. He leaned down and buried his face against her neck.

She gasped softly, her body stiffening as she stopped mid-turn when she felt his body behind her.

"Morning," John murmured, his voice throaty with sleep, his breath hot against her neck.

She relaxed against him, a soft shiver running through her at the feel of him.

"Morning," she whispered, her voice soft as a breath against his ear.

John pressed a kiss just below her ear, where the soft strands of her hair brushed against his cheek. He could smell a fragrant burst of her citrusy shampoo that shrouded him in a sweet aroma. It was intoxicating, and he could feel his pulse quickening, making him groan softly. He could hold onto her all day if he wanted. He could pull her away from her duty and take her to his bedroom, where he would like to ravish her and bury his face against her skin while he could listen to her moan and sigh.

That turned him on the more he thought about it.

His hands slid down to her hips, and his fingers brushed over the bare skin within the shirt and over the waistband of the too-large shorts.

She leaned into him, her breath hitching as his lips ghosted over her neck.

"You're up early," John said huskily. "Didn't expect to wake up to this."

Charlie tilted her head a little, giving him a coy smile over her shoulder. "Thought I'd make you breakfast," she said, her voice steady but soft. "You looked too peaceful to wake up."

"And this," John said, his tone darkening as he pressed himself against her back and groaned, "is how you decided to do it? Wearing my clothes?"

She blinked, her cheeks flushed. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Nothing at all," John said, his lips curving into a devilish smirk. "That's the problem."

Charlie sighed, but it was not out of annoyance or frustration. It was more of a playful sigh when she turned around to face him.

"John, if you keep distracting me, the eggs will burn," she said softly, though her voice wavered under his intense gaze.

"Let 'em burn," John said, his tone playful but his eyes serious. "I want your attention."

Before she could argue, she yelped when he lifted her up and placed her on the counter before trapping her with him in between her legs as he leaned in and kissed her.

Charlie closed her eyes and melted into him as she wrapped her hands around his lean and muscular forearms.

Allowing his kiss to deepen, she could taste the whiskey and a cigar on his lips. That combination dull her senses as if time had paused in the background.

The music swelled as his lips moved against hers while his heat member throbbed, making it painfully hard for him to tame his urges when he pulled away from the kiss. His gaze hardened as he noticed her biting her bottom lip.

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and he felt an overwhelming urge to sweep her away to the nearby table to claim her. But he knew there would be no turning back once he crossed that line.

She would be his, and he would own her.

Fuck me. I want her.

The thought of losing control sent a jolt through him.

She's mine.

John sighed hard, allowing his chest to rise and fall without tearing his eyes away from her.

She was small and fragile, yet he wouldn't mind holding her like this. He leaned back in and captured her lips again while his hands slid under her long shirt.

Allowing his fingers to trace her ribcage and up to cup each of her breasts. The feeling of her nipples hardening against his fingertips before allowing his palms to cup and squeeze. She moaned, and he deepened the kiss, and his tongue forced her to open her mouth as he was desperate to explore her mouth further.

She gripped his shoulders before arching.

Breaking away from the kiss, he growled and moved his hands from her breasts before grabbing the hems of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

Leaving her upper exposed and vulnerable to his sight. He groaned at this sight of beauty. Her nipples were hard and dark pink, and the one thing that begged him was to touch, knead, and massage them.

"Beautiful," he muttered to himself before he lowered his head and kissed her mouth, allowing his hands sneakily reach to cup her breasts.

Charlie felt his fingertips teasing her nipples, rolling and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger.

She gasped between the kiss, and her hands gripped his forearms tighter. His other hand then released her right breast and moved it below till he grabbed her hip while his other hand was still pinching and squeezing lightly her left breast.

Charlie moaned through his mouth, and he could feel the wetness from between her legs.

Pressing against her once more, she sighed and whimpered in between. He tore the kiss, and his breath was close to her mouth as their hot breaths kissed each other, all while his icy blue eyes stared down at her.

It took every ounce of willpower to not rip off her shorts and panties before unzipping his jeans and filling her deep inside her right there on the kitchen counter.

But not yet.

He breathed through his nostrils before pulling away.

She opened her eyes slowly, and there was a mixture of want and need.

He knew he had her wholly undone. And that gave him the satisfaction when he smirked.

Charlie blinked at him before frowning as she watched him reach over and turned off before stepping back.

"You get to be handsy, but I can't?" she breathed, trying to regain her consciousness before getting off the counter, half-naked.

John shrugged, still enjoying every bit of teasing (even though his rigid member was hardened). "Life's not fair, love."

"No fair," Charlie said breathily as she grabbed the towel and began wiping down the counter. "I'm going to get even with you."

John smirked as he licked his lips and checked the eggs. "Looking forward to it."

She picked up the long shirt on the floor and put it back on.

"Haha, now get out of the kitchen before you distract me again," she said before pushing him away with her hip.

John chuckled more, shaking his head as he left her alone, but he wasn't done with her yet.

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Outside the kitchen, near the small room with just a table, were plates piled high with eggs, crispy bacon, and golden slices of toast.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the breakfast; it was a sight that John would admire (and admit) that she could outdo herself in making this breakfast time meaningful and comfortable. Sitting across from Charlie, he watched her as she buttered a slice of toast.

"You really went all out, didn't you?" he said, spearing a piece of bacon with his fork.

Charlie shrugged. "Well, someone had to feed you. You looked half-starved last night."

"Oi," John said, feigning offense. "I'm plenty capable of feedin' myself."

"Really?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Because from what I've seen, your idea of a meal is a protein bar and black coffee."

"Efficient," he countered as he bit into his toast.

Charlie rolled her eyes and giggled. "You're weird, y'know that?"

"And you're adorable," he said, his tone warm as he sipped his coffee. "Never thought I'd wake up to a full English spread made by someone wearing my shirt."

Her cheeks flushed at his words, but she moved her eyes to her plate and said, "You're welcome."

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments. But since John found it hard to focus on anything other than her.

He observed how she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a light movement highlighting the gentle curve of her neck. Her lips, slightly parted as they wrapped around the warm coffee cup, drew his attention even more.

He realized how much more attractive she became with every glance when he looked at her.

Finally, he set down his fork. His plate was only half-finished as he leaned forward with his elbows on the table.

"You know," he started, his voice low and teasing, "you've got a habit of making everything else in the room seem unimportant."

Charlie looked up, startled, her fork pausing mid-air. "What're you talking about?"

"You," he answered simply, but his tone grew stern. "How can I focus on breakfast when you're sitting there looking like a pretty doll on my sight?"

Her cheeks reddened, and she laughed nervously, brushing off his comment.

"John, stop. Eat your food."

But he didn't move. Instead, he let his gaze drop, trailing down her legs that were crossed under the table. His smirk turned devilish, and before Charlie could process it, he pushed his chair back and slid down onto one knee.

"John?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "What—?"

He didn't answer. Instead, his heart pounded in his chest as he looked up to her and watched her eyes widen, revealing the war of emotions playing across her face.

"What are you doing?"

He reached out, his fingers tracing a path up her calf.

"I've wanted to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

He lifted her feet and leaned in before his lips brushed against her ankle, feeling her shiver. His hands moved up before he gripped her thighs, and his thumbs rubbed slow circles over her skin.

"Fuck, you smell good," he groaned, his nose buried in her leg.

Charlie gasped, her fingers clutching at the table as she felt his hot breath against her skin. She could feel her panties becoming damp as she watched him.

"Uhm... we can't do this," she protested, her voice weak.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you, Charlie. And I'm not going to wait another fucking second to have you."

He stood up and towered over her before he grabbed her hand, and she rose with him.

"Sit on the table and spread your legs for me," he demanded in his rough tone.

Charlie gulped. He waited, and she moved the plates aside before lifting herself to sit on the table. His eyes never left her when he could tell by her hesitance, yet she was willing to obey when she opened up to him.

He groaned at the sight. His shaft throbbed in his pants as he reached down to undo his zipper. His eyes never left hers, and so was she. The way her eyes widened a little more when he pulled out his thick and hard member and stroked it as he looked at her.

"Tell me you want this," he commanded, his voice strained.

She gasped softly.

"I want it," she whimpered, her eyes moved on his still-missile member before him.

He stepped closer, his shaft brushing against her wet folds, making her catch her breath.

"Beg for it," he demanded again, his voice barely audible.

A pause for a brief moment, her eyes couldn't tear away from his hardened gaze. She sighed softly and let out her breath softly.

"I want you," her voice trembled before closing her eyes.

He growled, his member sliding inside her with one swift thrust, filling her completely.

She cried out and closed her eyes, her nails digging into his shoulders as he moved steadily before picking up the pace, each one pushing her closer to the edge. She moaned, her head buried against his chest as she felt the pleasure building inside her.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips began slapping against hers as he grid her with abandon. "You're so tight."

"Please!" she pleaded while her voice muffled against him.

He obliged, his thrusts growing rougher, his hips pistoling as he took her with speed. Her body trembled as the first wave of pleasure almost washed over her. She cried out all while he growled as his thrusts became erratic, and he felt his own climax building up.

"Cum on me," he growled while teetering his last ounce of his control. "All of you!"

Her nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as their lovemaking echoed throughout the room. Their breakfast was abandoned as her cries were like music to his ears, gravitating his possessive feelings towards her.

To him, she was his prized possession.

John released a guttural growl, reaching his peak as he paused and groaned in relief after he climaxed inside of her. Alongside her, she released a gentle moan as her body pulsated around him.

He hadn't moved his gaze from her, and they stayed like that for a long moment. John slowly pulled out of her, his still-hard member slick with her juice. She opened her eyes, and he looked down at her, his eyes burning with lust. His large hand caressed her cheek before he kissed her mouth.

"You're so good to me," he said between her mouth, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Charlie gave him a lazy smile, her eyes heavy-lidded. She could feel his shaft still hard with need. She reached down and wrapped her hand around him, giving him a gentle stroke.

"You're still hard," she said, her voice filled with surprise.

John chuckled, his chest rumbling against her ear.

"I can't get enough of you," he said huskily.

She started to move her hand up and down his shaft more, feeling him grow even harder in her grip. He groaned in response until he hissed as she continued stroking him until she squeezed it harder, allowing her hand to move faster as she was milking him dry.

John shut his eyes and released strings of curses while moaning before his release spilled over her hand and onto her thighs. Charlie gasped; her hand was still wrapped around his member, feeling him soften in her grip.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, causing her to sigh and shut her eyes. The sensation of his scruff against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

"You're perfect for me." John grinned.

Charlie hugged him over his broad chest.

"I really like you," she said, muffled against him.

"Good," he murmured, rubbing gentle circles on her back with his thumbs. "Because I want you all to myself, and I take good care of what is mine."

She looked up at him, searching his eyes.

"Always?"

He leaned in, his breath warm on her lips. "Always."

And with another kiss, everything else faded away into the light.

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🔥 Well... That Escalated Quickly 🔥

Listen. I came here to write an update, not to fight for my LIFE while reading this. Breakfast was supposed to be wholesome. Instead, we got John serving up something way spicier than bacon and eggs. 😩🍳

Charlie: Wakes up early to make breakfast.

John: Decides breakfast can wait because he has other things to 'eat'.

Also, let's take a moment to appreciate this man for hitting maximum menace mode.

"Let 'em burn." Sir, the EGGS. 💀

"Beg for it." Sir, THE EGGS. 💀💀

"Cum on me." SIR—

And then after all that, we just pretend nothing happened. 😂

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