Chasing Love (Dark Love 1)

With my hand, I wrap it around him, stroking him as he whimpers. He aches just like me. With every stroke, he groans, the pleasure overwhelming. I slide down and take all of him in my mouth. He arches back, pleading with me to stop or he’ll blow in my mouth.

I’m a fucking tease.

I slide his cock as far as I can in my mouth until I feel it slightly entering the back of my throat. He doesn’t push further. The more I hear him writhing in pleasure, the more I take him in.

“Charlotte…” he purrs, struggling to put a sentence together.

I’m taking him deeper into my mouth, but I want all of him, and it surprises us both how easy it is, given his size. He grabs my hair, guiding me in and out, until I can’t take it anymore, the throbbing is unbearable.

“Fuck me now, Lex.”

He rams me against the door, pushing my panties aside to slide himself in me. I gasp as he enters, struggling to keep my voice down, but my moans are uncontrollable.

I’m lost, succumbing to his power over me, over us. Pushing the top of my dress down, his mouth alternates between kissing my lips and tugging on my erect nipples. It has only been three days, yet it feels like an eternity since he made me feel this way. His breaths against my ear and his words, which are barely a whisper, only add to the pleasure of it all.

I mouth a string of profanities, incoherent with my choice of words as his grunts become more intense, and the warm feeling rushes to every inch of my body. Closing my eyes, I’m barely able to breathe while he silently holds onto me. It takes me a moment to compose myself before the reality of what I said begins to set in.

“Charlotte, I… we need to talk.”

“No. Look, I’m sorry. You’re right about the whole regret thing.” Shit, what am I saying? I can’t stop myself. Stupid fucking sangria. The damn Mexicans know how to get us white folk drunk, that’s for sure. “We shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have said—”

He cuts me off, pulling back, his temper flaring once again. “Why do you keep fucking doing this? I want you. Why is it so hard for you to admit your feelings? Why the fuck can’t you even talk to me?”

“Because we’re done. I told you that,” I tell him, bowing my head.

“You keep saying that, but you only want us to fuck? I’ve got feelings, too, and this is bullshit. You never had a problem being open with how you felt before.”

“That was different,” I mumble, not wanting to elaborate.

“Why?” He fixes his pants, then runs his hands through his hair, frustrated. “Why the hell are you such a cold-hearted bitch now?”

His words run deep to a place I had buried until the moment I saw him at the restaurant. Every moment we spent together many years ago has turned into painful memories. And this pain, it’s sharp, cutting like a razor blade against my delicate skin. Perhaps, I’m the cold-hearted bitch, but what he doesn’t know is he controlled the knife that tore me to pieces.

He turned me into a broken mess, a mess that I was forced to clean by myself.

I grieved for him, for what we had, but I no longer grieve. Now I’m angry. How dare he make me feel like I had any control over how it ended between us. And how dare he think I could so easily forget the permanent scars he left behind.

“You…” I scream back, my body shuddering. “You did this to me. You made me afraid to feel anything.”

I step away from him as he stands there, his mouth wide open. Adjusting my dress, I fiddle with the stupid lock, on the verge of tears, but no, Charlie does not cry over boy troubles, not anymore.

His face changes, he’s suddenly composed. “Tonight will be the last night you see Julian. I told you, I don’t share.”

“Don’t tell me who I can or can’t see. This is my life, Lex. You decided to leave it, so you deal with the consequences,” I shoot back.

“I won’t make that mistake again. You tell him tonight that it’s over. You’re mine. I don’t share, and I will not back down. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

It isn’t the yelling or screaming that frightens me, it’s the calmness in his voice.

The lock finally comes undone after a lot of fumbling. Rushing out of the private bathroom I quickly enter the ladies’ room, running into Nikki. “Whoa… you okay, Charlie?”

I motion for her to move as I run into a stall. Slamming the door shut, I close my eyes, willing the tears to stop. As my legs become sticky, I’m distracted by the need to clean myself up.

Taking a deep breath, I discard the toilet paper and flush, exiting to see Nikki waiting.

“You do have it bad… just for the wrong person.”

“Nikki…” I stumble on my words not knowing what to say.