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Paprika
By : Attitudinal
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Chapter List
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Chapter Seven
Charla’s face burned with embarrassment. She’d never done anything like that before, and she felt almost as though she shouldn’t have. What if the whole imprinting thing went away when she did, erm, intimate things with him? Would he leave her? Even as her mind was spinning with questions, she blushed a little at the thought of what she—they—had done. But, he wasn’t packing up and leaving. He was stroking her back reassuringly with the tips of his fingers, while he pressed his lips to her forehead. He was muttering something, but Charla had to listen closely to hear it.
“Thank you, thank you. You’re so beautiful, thank you.” He murmured against her skin. Charla blushed. He was probably saying it to make her feel better—he was an intuitive guy, he had to sense her apprehension and nervousness. She nuzzled deeper into his chest to hide her flaming face, and he chuckled. His hands were wrapped around his waist now, and she wondered briefly if he could still smell and taste her on his fingers. “We should probably be getting back. Everyone might notice if we’re gone too long.” She shuddered, and her center pulsed with renewed arousal. She felt Jacob smile against her hair.
“I love you.” He said, stroking her back lazily, and kissing her head. Charla smiled against his chest.
“I’m getting there,” she responded, wrapping her arms around his thick torso. Her fingers barely brushed each other when around his back. Charla sighed. “We’d probably best be
“Yeah, I guess so. We’ll head back to Billy’s after this, and it’ll be just the two of us.” Jacob said, standing and straightening his pants. Charla blushed, as he grimaced. The wetness from their previous activities seemed to be uncomfortable for him. Charla mentally hit herself. She needed to man up and start thinking about them in a more sexual manner, especially after today. At the rate they were going, it was only a matter of—short—time until they finally did have sex. She had to be more bold, and less embarrassed. Even as she thought this, Jacob reached into his pants to situate himself, and she quickly averted her eyes. Jacob caught this, and laughed.
“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to jump you.” He grinned, and pulled her to her feet. Charla fixed herself, blushing heavily, and he grasped her shoulders, and kissed her. “Not yet,” he mumbled against her mouth. The blush that had just faded flared up with a vengeance, and she bit her lip when he pulled away. “It’s strange,” he said. “None of the other guys talk about it, so I don’t know if it’s normal.” He was more talking to himself than her.
“If what’s normal?” Charla asked, as Jacob reached back and held her hand.
“Loving you this much.” He said, looking at her over his shoulder. Charla couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re such a cheese-ball,” she said, squeezing his hand. He smiled. Jacob crouched down to get out of the rotted doorway, and then jumped down. He held his hands out for Charla to jump, and she did so without hesitation. She didn’t really like heights too much, but she knew, somehow, without a doubt that Jacob would catch her. Landing safely in his harms seconds later, he kissed her forehead, and knelt down. Charla hopped onto his back, and they sped off through the trees, hearing the shouts and yells of the other caught members who were now on their trail. Charla heard running feet, and looked too her left—Leah had caught up to them, and was now running alongside them.
“Hold on tight!” he said, and Charla nodded, smiling. Leah reached over to tag him, but Jacob suddenly jumped into the air, pushing off of trees and landing on the opposite side of Leah, who snarled.
“Dammit, Jake!”
“Gotta be a little faster!” he responded, jumping again. Charla’s heart was in her throat, and her stomach kept rising up to meet her windpipe, but she wasn’t afraid. Jacob wouldn’t let her go, and wouldn’t let her fall. She was utterly and completely safe in his arms, and so, as he somersaulted through the air, she only cried out in exhilaration. They reached the house moments later, and Jacob was setting her down on the steps when the others arrived in a cloud of dust, panting.
“No fair,” Paul said. “You didn’t change hiding spots at all!”
“Shut up,” Rachel said, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t be a sore looser.” Jacob stuck his tongue out at his brother-in-law, who flipped him the bird. The game had taken longer than they thought, and by the time Charla and Jacob had said their goodbyes, and gotten back to Billy’s, it was near 9 in the evening. Jacob immediately stripped himself of his shirt, and Charla got the feeling it was somewhat of a trend, with him. She smiled. Not like she minded…
“What do you want to do?” he said, flopping back onto the couch, which groaned under his weight. Charla sat beside him, and he pulled her into his lap.
“Let’s go back outside and look at the stars.” She said, standing up and stretching. Jacob nodded. The night had gotten considerably colder, but he was out there with her, and would be more than enough heat for the both of them. Charla laid down on the grass, and Jacob followed suit. For once, there was a clear night sky, unmarred by clouds or planes. She cuddled close to him, and reveled in the heat that he emanated. She pointed up at the sky.
“That’s Orion’s Belt, and the Big and Little Dippers, and I think that’s a planet!” She said excitedly, while he ran his hands down her sides. They laid like that for hours, and Charla recounted several of the Greek Myths that had lead to the naming of the stars.
“Andromeda is right there, too.” She said, yawning tiredly. Jacob kissed her forehead, and picked her up. “You have got to stop carrying me everywhere… I’m not that light, you know.” She said indignantly.
“But I love carrying you.” He said shortly, and that was the end of the argument. It was somewhere near one in the morning, and Jacob set her down in the house.Charla scampered off to get ready for bed, while Jake locked up the house. He headed to her room, where she was just pulling her gigantic t-shirt over her head. He helped her tug it down, and she blushed, realizing that he must have seen her clad in only a bra and her panties. Charla removed the bra without taking her shirt off, and slid into bed. Jacob, wearing only cotton pajama pants hopped in next to her. He pulled her to his chest, and Charla nuzzled his arms.
“Goodnight.”

“ ‘Night.” She murmured tiredly, before drifting off to sleep.
~
Jacob woke the next morning in the middle of grinding his morning erection into the swell of Charla’s ass. She was still sleeping, but he had been almost molesting her while she was doing so. Sitting up, he glanced at the digital clock on the dresser. It was after eleven. Charla stirred gently, and cuddled closer to him in her sleep. Was she cold without him? She cracked one groggy eye open.
“Stop moving.” She ordered, and Jacob laughed. He stroked her head lovingly, before leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of her ear.
“Okay.” He leaned back down, and she laid her head on his chest, and tried to return to sleep. He ran his hands across her back, and she groaned in agitation. “It’s time to get up, Charla,” he said, kissing her temple. “Time to wake up, and go face the rest of the world.”
“Mmmmmrgh,” she groaned, and turned over, so that she was no longer facing the wall, and buried her face in his chest. “Don’ wanna’.” She groaned, and pulled the covers over her head. “It’s not even like we have plans.” Jacob smirked.
“But we can go into Port Angeles. And into town. You can get a feel for the place, Charlotte. Come on, time to get up.” He said, a little more sternly. Underneath the pile of covers, she sighed, and began to stretch.
“Fine, fine, I’m up. What time is it?”
“Eleven fifteen.” He saw her sigh, and pull the covers off of her head. Her dreds were piled together in a birds nest on top of her head, and she ran her fingers through her hair, shaking out the tangles. Her large t-shirt had ridden up, and fallen off of one shoulder. Jacob chuckled as she yawned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Charla stumbled out of the bed, and Jacob laughed. “You going to shower first?” a sleepy grumble was his answer. Jacob lounged on the bed for a moment, before going to find Billy. It didn’t take long—he was in the kitchen, rifling through the fridge.
“You guys were out late last night,” he remarked, turning his head only slightly to acknowledge Jacob’s presence.
“Yeah, I introduced Charla to the rest of the pack. Today I’m taking her into town, maybe Port Angeles if she’s up to it.”
“You don’t think you’re rushing her, do you?” Billy replied, moving backwards, and shutting the refrigerator door. Jacob frowned, though he knew his father was never one to mince words.
“No, I don’t. If she were uncomfortable, she’d tell me. I invited her out here, she didn’t have to come.” Jacob knew that inside, he was worried about the same things that Billy was. The pitfall to that was, he couldn’t stop himself.
The shower turned off, and he heard the wet squeaking of Charla’s wet feet on the floor. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bedroom, and entered the kitchen, wearing those confusing jean-sweatpant-tight things, that were all the rage in Forks, and a button up shirt.
“Good morning, Billy. Did you sleep okay last night?”
“Yes, thank you. Are you enjoying your time here?” Billy smiled, and Jacob watched the two interact nervously. Charla looked around the kitchen.
“Have you guys made breakfast yet? If you haven’t, I’ll do it,” she offered, and without waiting for an answer, began going through their cupboards and fridge. She pulled out the eggs and milk in the fridge, and her search through the cupboards revealed a loaf of bread. Immediately, she poured milk, and cracked the eggs into a bowl, and dipped the bread into the mixture.
“I haven’t had French Toast in years,” Billy commented, and smiled.
“It’s my pleasure,” Charla said, laying the soaked bread in the pan she’d set up on the stove. “I hate seeing people hungry. And I like cooking, so it’s really no trouble,” she laughed, flipping the bread from the pan to a plate. Jacob got up, and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Ah! I’m cooking, don’t do that,” she scolded, but he didn’t care. Jacob ran his tongue along the side of her ear, and smirked at the hitch in her breath.
“You cook so well,” he said, kissing her temple. “And it works, because I’m hungry all the time.” He whispered into her ear, knowing she’d understand his double meaning.
After breakfast, squared himself, resolutely ignoring his conversation with Billy that morning. He walked into the living room, where Charla was waiting for him. “So, we can go into town today, or we can go to the big city nearby, Port Angeles.” He suggested, and Charla got up and stretched.
“Lets go into town. I want to see Forks first,” she said, still stretching. “Since I’m going to be here for a while, I want to get to know the place first.” Jacob smiled at this; it meant she was obviously as committed as he was to making this work. Jacob showered quickly, and donned a tank top and an overly large plaid shirt. Upon seeing him, Charla burst out laughing.
“You’re a lumberjack and it’s okay?” she giggled, pulling at his shirt.
“Do I look bad?” he asked skeptically, plucking her fingers from his clothing, and wrapping his arms around hers to keep her still.
“No, not bad, just… If you grew a beard, we’d loose you at a logger competition.” She said, kissing his cheek. “But you don’t look bad.”
“Now my feelings are hurt,” Jacob replied in cracking falsetto, while Charlotte pushed him out the door.
“Bye Billy!” she said, and Billy waved to them from the ramp on the doorstep. Jacob walked over to his truck, and started it, smiling. As much as he’d been running, it felt good to be home. “So, what do you want to do? It’s still nice outside, so we can just walk around town so you get a feel for it.”
“Sounds good to me,” Charla said, leaning back in her seat. The ride was spent in companionable silence, and once they got to town, Jacob parked in the first empty spot he could find. On the street they were on, there were a few shops, but since it was still a little early, the crowds hadn’t arrived yet; a fact he was happy to exploit. The sun hadn’t quite come out of the cloud cover yet, so even at midday, it still hadn’t reached optimum heat. Most of the stores along the street were open, and because Forks was so small, most of them were little mom and pop places, a little similar to her town. They were in and out of most shops, until they came to one place that caught Charla’s attention. It was an old bookstore, with a dream catcher in the window. For the most part, whenever he was in town, Jacob passed it by; there was nothing in that store that he couldn’t get at the reservation.
“Can we go in?” she asked, peering into the darkened store from the window. If the owner hadn’t been sitting at the register in the front of the store, he’d have thought it was closed.
“I don’t see why we can’t,” he said, grasping her hand. The older man at the front barely spared them a glance up from his newspaper, as Charla browsed through the aisles. Jacob was content merely to be with her, he wasn’t much of a reader. She selected a few books for further browsing, after checking the prices. She never stayed with the same amount of books, he noticed. Charla was constantly taking and replacing books to and from her pile, except for one, which she kept on the bottom. Jacob glanced at the title; intrigued.
Quileute legends, Readings selected by: Emmerson, Hodgins, and Parker.
He raised his eyebrow, questioningly at her. When she caught sight of it, Charla harrumphed at him, and held the book closer to her chest.
“I’d just like to point out that you could get that information anywhere on the reservation,” he said, raising an eyebrow. She frowned at him, and Jacob raised his hands in surrender.
“Maybe I want to look it up myself,” she said stubbornly, turning to face the register. The old man behind the counter barely spared her a glance as he rung her up, choosing instead, to peruse the newspaper in his hands even further. Jacob smirked. It was good she was showing an interest in his culture; it meant that she’d be interested in staying, right? He swallowed thickly; remembering the old saying about putting all your eggs in one basket.
They left the store, and continued down the street; and Jacob frowned. It looked like the day wasn’t going to be as bright as he’d thought; which meant that there was ample opportunity to run into—
“Uh, hi, Jake.”
Jacob whirled around, teeth bared, pushing Charla behind him instinctively. She squirmed in his grip.

“What’s going on? Don’t push me!” she whispered harshly, pinching him. Jacob didn’t flinch, and his eyes remained locked onto the golden gaze of his ex-love. The Cullen boy stood behind her, his face stoic and pinched.
“Bella.” Jacob said stiffly, nodding, ignoring the hand she’d extended for him to shake. She looked pained, and the tiny part of him that still wanted her smirked. Good. Let her feel pain; it was only an ounce, a fraction of what he’d been put through at her expense.
“Yeah, Billy told Charlie you were out of town when I called last,” she said slowly, her deathly white fingers absently playing with a strand of her hair. Cullen stayed silent. The last part of her statement remained unspoken: when I was still human.
“Not anymore.” He responded shortly, shifting himself so they wouldn’t see Charla behind him. Charla, however, didn’t seem to be taking the hint, or rather, she didn’t care. Stepping out from behind him, she offered Bella her hand to shake. Jake bit back a growl.
“Hi, I’m Charlotte. No, I’m actually not a part of the scenery. ” She replied, and Bella shook her hand gingerly. It was obvious that she still wasn’t used to her new strength, and only barely grasped the outstretched appendage.
“Lovely to meet you,” Edward responded, bowing his head to her, and extending his hand. Jacob snorted, and glared at him. ‘Don’t fucking touch her.’ he thought harshly, and the vampire’s hand dropped back to his side before Charla had a chance to shake it. Edward narrowed his eyes, and Bella fidgeted in the awkward silence.
“Jake, we should, um, catch up.” Bella said, playing with her hair the way she used to, when she felt awkward, or weird. Old habits died hard, he assumed.
“Lucky for you, you didn’t miss anything.” He said, almost snarling. Their scent was putting him off; even Bella’s. He didn’t want them around Charlotte, and the longer they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, pretending to be friends, the more his instincts raged at him to protect his mate. Protect her, cleave their flesh from their bones, hurt them, whisk her away, and keep her safe.
Jacob turned, suddenly, and grabbed Charlotte’s wrist in an iron grip; leaving her no room to wriggle free. As he stormed away, Edward called out behind them.
“Nice of you to introduce us to the woman you imprinted on!” Jacob snarled, and his face contorted with rage. They needed to get out of there; fast. He picked her up, and sped off, running just slow enough for the few other people on the street to take no notice.
He rounded corners, raced down side-streets, until they were back at the truck. Practically throwing Charla inside, he slid angrily into the drivers seat, slamming his hands on the wheel, breathing heavily. He was fighting the change, fighting to stay human. Charlotte clamored onto his lap, and held his head in her hands. He almost pushed her away, for fear that he would hurt her with the ferocity of his change. “Get off me.” he barked, and she flinched; he immediately nuzzled his head into her neck. “Not you, never you,” he said gruffly, and she kissed his forehead. Jacob didn’t understand. They were safe now, she was here, with him, he could feel her, smell her, logically, he knew they were out of “danger”.
But his instincts were still going haywire. Her presence wasn’t enough, he needed something else. Something to make sure she was his alone, safe. But what? He sniffed at her pulse point, and calmed a little, but it still wasn’t enough. She stayed stock still in his lap, letting him tear open her button-up, and run his hands across the fitted tank underneath. He pressed his face back into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and nipped at the skin, bruising her. He felt her wince in pain, though she said nothing. He was all instinct now, and even if he’d wanted to stop; he thought guiltily, he couldn’t. He needed something to assure the animal side of him that she was safe. He sucked at the bruise, worrying it with his teeth, until she gasped, softly. He was calmer now, and he released his tight grip on her waist.
“I’m so sorry,” he said slowly, feeling common sense, and logic returning.
“It’s… It’s fine. Are you okay?” she asked, tilting his head upward so she could look him in the eye. He opened his mouth, but she hushed him. “I swear if you lie to me, I’m sleeping on the couch for the rest of the time I’m here. Now you tell me what the hell just happened.” She said flatly, folding her arms resolutely.
“That was… They were the Cullens.”
“Oooh,” she said dramatically, cocking her head. “That means so much to me.” He frowned.
“That girl was the…” he trailed off, and she dropped the attitude.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, you didn’t know.”
“Were they… you know, vampires?” she asked, and he scowled.
“Filthy leeches.”
Charla’s face fell, and some unnamed emotion spread over her face as she climbed off his lap.
They drove back to the house in silence.
Billy was in the garage when they pulled up, and Charla got out of the car without a word, before it was even fully parked. Billy watched her march into the house, and Jacob exited after, running a hand through his hair.
“Back soon, I see,” he said, and Jacob remained silent, coming to sit next to his father by the car he was fixing. After a moment, he rammed his fist into the door of the car, leaving a dent. “You’re fixing that,” he said quietly, and continued working.
“I ran into the bloodsuckers today.” He said, and Billy nodded, still working on the vehicle, now further damaged. “He… he won’t stay out of my fucking head!” he snarled. “And… she was there.” Billy turned to face his son.
“You should know by now that you can’t have her.”
“I know that, dad, I’m not stupid.”
“Could have fooled me,” he said, returning to the car. “The girl that’s right for you is sitting in that house, sulking. I have no idea what you did, but you better go fixit.” He said observantly, not looking up at his son.
“What does she even have to be upset about?” asked Jacob stubbornly, reaching for a beer from the cooler next to his father. “I’m the one they can’t stand, I’m the one who lost everything!” he took a huge swig from it, and finished it in another swallow, pulling another bottle from the cooler.
“If you lost everything, then you better let that girl go home, because if Bella’s your everything, there’s no good reason for Charlotte to be here.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Then what did you mean?” Billy retorted, watching Jacob knock back another beer, and reach for a third.
They sat in silence for a while, and on his fourth beer, Jacob sighed. “There’s a part of me that still loves her. How do I know what I feel for Charlotte is real? Does that mean that what I had with Bella was fake? Or is it the other way around?”
“Don’t drink yourself into a stupor, Jake. The only one who can answer those questions is you. But I can tell you this: You never had squat with Bella. You wanted her, and she used you, because her heart was broken. You can’t be her crutch forever, Jacob. That’s all you were. She loved you, plain and simple, but that Cullen boy… Well, he’s the one who makes her pulse speed up. Why do you hafta know whether it’s real or not. You love Charla because she’s who you’res’posed to be with. Why not just let Bella go?”
Jacob remained silent, finishing another two beers. His metabolism meant the alcohol would go straight to his head, probably in the next ten minutes or so; but at least he had some thinking time.

~
Charlotte paced back and forth in the room she’d been given.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. What had she been expecting? A fairytale? She was by no means a princess, and it wasn’t like Jacob was a prince either. He was stubborn as a mule, and looked like he had the temper of a pissed off rhinoceros. And now, to add to the list, she was here to play second banana to the girl of his dreams. Angrily she kicked her suitcase, and cried out when pain laced through her foot.
God she was stupid.
As she began throwing her clothes out of the drawers and onto the bed, a car pulled up, but since she had drawn the blinds, she could only hear the engine, and muffled voices from outside. Great. So now she was here alone. Biting back angry tears, she continued to collect her things. Turning to get her stuff out of the bathroom, she ran into a solid chest, and bounced backwards, only to be caught again.
Jacob stood in front of her, smiling goofily. “Chaaaaaarlotte!” he slurred, and she frowned. His breath reeked of booze, and she grimaced, wrenching her hands out of his.
“I gotta tell you somethin’.” He said, shaking his head, as though he was trying to remember what it was. “Babe, I love you.” She rolled her eyes, and tried to edge around him. He frowned down at her, and lifted her to eye level. “No, nooo. I really mean it. You’se the perfect woman for me. And, sheesh, I gotta say, today I wanted to protect you.” His speech was slurred, but she paused in trying to pry his fingers off of her, and let him hold her a few inches off the ground. “I wasn’t mad with you, or nothin’. I was mad ‘cause, well babe, I wanted to keep you ‘way from them. I dun’ like that Cullen bein’ in my head. Thoughts are private, and I want you to know that. I want you ta’ know that I dun wanna fight with you no more, okay?” he whimpered, putting her down, and nuzzling her hair.
Charlotte couldn’t help smiling.
He was drunk off his ass, and still managed to be adorable. Charla forced a frown back onto her face. She had to be angry, if she just let this go, she’d be a pushover. Charla squared herself, and frowned up at Jacob, who only smiled goofily back down at her. The frown melted away like snow after a rain, and she sighed. She couldn’t stay mad at him, the insufferable asshole. After adding that to her mental checklist of things she didn’t like about Jacob—which were already few in number—Charla led him to the bed, and threw all her clothes back into the drawers where they’d been before.
From what she’d gotten from his drunken confession, he hadn’t wanted her around the Cullens, whoever they were. He’d wanted to protect her, although it seemed as though that had gotten wildly out of control. But how did that tie in for his feelings for the pretty dark-haired vampire girl? Charla looked down at herself; she’d already changed into pajamas, concluding that they weren’t going anywhere else today. She wasn’t fat per-say, she was just, well, voluptuous. Her hour-glass figure had warranted joking cat-calls from her high-school friends, and more than a few scathing trips to the gym. She was curvy—and consequently hated the term ‘fat-bottom-girls’. She’d never look like Bella, and if that’s who Jacob wanted, Charla didn’t know if she could measure up.
Charla laid Jacob down in the bed, and told him to rest; mostly because she wanted to have a serious talk with him, and with him so drunk, it wasn’t going to happen. He groaned loudly when she got off of the bed, and she shushed him.
“What would Billy say?” she scolded. “Now lay down.”
“He gave ‘em to me in the first place!” he protested childishly. “’Sides, Billy’s not here anyway.”
So that was what the car had been about.
Charla sat down beside him, and patted his leg. “We’ll talk when you sleep this off, okay?” Maybe she’d check her email, or something, while he was out. Jacob shook his head, and pulled her roughly into the bed with him.
“Let me up! Come on, Jake, you’re drunk.”
“Yep.” He hiccoughed, and kept his arms taut around her. Charla struggled for several minutes, before she gave in, and settled on top of him.
“Can I at least be on the side?”
“No.” he snapped, pouting. Charla sighed, and kissed his chest.
“Please? I’m not comfortable like this.” She lied, batting her eyelashes at him. He didn’t seem like the most coherent drunk, so Charla was confident that she could persuade him. He relented, and as she scrambled off of him, he grabbed her again, and turned them over, so that she was underneath him, and he was on top of her, resting most of his weight on his arms.
Maybe he was more coherent than she’d thought.
For a moment, Jacob only stared into her eyes, and then he leaned down and kissed her. Underneath the taste of beer, he was still a good kisser, and Charla felt herself melt, regardless of how staunch she’d been at keeping a cool head.
Jacob’s award winning control was gone, and he ground himself mercilessly into the swiftly dampening apex of her thighs. Charla groaned, and kissed him back, absently wrapping her legs around his waist, allowing him easy access. Resting on one arm, he used one of his hands to massage her breasts through the loose t-shirt she’d donned, and smirked against her mouth at her breathless gasping.
What had she been mad about again?
Charla didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she found herself easing out from under Jacob, and pushing him back. She didn’t want to have sex with him drunk, but maybe they could do something else…
Charla’s fingers nervously unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, and pulled them down. He was bare underneath, and for a moment, Charla looked away, listening to the sound of his heavy breathing. Jacob was lying back on the bed, watching her with half closed eyes. She steeled herself, and ran her fingers over the head of his engorged cock, feeling it twitch in her hands. Pumping it for a moment, she licked the tip lightly, and he groaned, loudly, thrusting his hips forward.
“Again,” he pleaded, and Charlotte couldn’t deny him.
Licking at the tip again, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could, and stroking the rest with her hands. Jacob moaned, scraping his nails lightly along her scalp. His hand rested on the back of her head, but she was still free to move as she pleased; sucking, and licking at the shaft of his dick. He groaned again, and convulsed, his cock twitching again, harder. Charlotte kept at it, running her tongue from tip to base, and back, massaging his balls with one hand. She lightly dipped her tongue into the hole at the head of his member, and he jerked, his hands tightening on her head. She sucked again; once twice, and he flooded her mouth, gasping and moaning as he came. Charla glanced up at him; Jacob’s head was thrown back, eyes closed; and mouth slightly slack.
Swallowing, she decided that though she didn’t like the taste of cum in general, she’d swallow anyway, not because she’d heard that men liked it, but because, if she was being honest with herself, she wanted to destroy the evidence.
Before she could finish buttoning him back up, Jacob grasped her arm, pulling her to his chest again. Her boxer shorts were pulled off, and her panties disappeared with them; and Jacob was gently stroking the lips of her cunt, pressing against her clit softly. She moaned. His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, probing inside of her, flicking her clit, even pressing at the tightly clenched entrance of her ass. Charla bucked in his arms—they were sitting up now, but she didn’t clearly remember doing so—and he gently leaned her down on the bed, head down, ass up. He licked her from pussy to ass, and Charlotte wiggled, gasping. He toyed with her, inserting one, and then two fingers into her cunt, pumping them slowly. Charla had never had much sex, and none of the two guys she’d been with had ever been this… thorough. He suckled on her clit, and began thrusting his fingers faster. Moans fell from her lips unchecked, and Charlotte realized that she was begging, a few minutes after she’d started.
“Please—Jake, ah,” she moaned, her sentences broken and interrupted by sounds.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered gruffly, in between licking her, and sucking. “I want you to cum too,” he said, his drunken voice washing over her like a dark aphrodisiac. “I wanna feel you get tight around my fingers, so I can pretend they’re my cock. When we do it, oh, I’m gonna fuck you right,” he moaned, licking her again. Charlotte spasmed around his fingers, jerking, and convulsing as she came hard. She collapsed on the bed, panting. He grabbed her, lying her down next to him, and they fell asleep like that, in the middle of the day.
~
Jacob sat up when he felt the draft on his crotch. It took him a moment to remember, but it all came flooding back, and he glanced at Charlotte, who was still asleep next to him.
Drinking with his metabolism was a bad idea. It wasn’t even like he was a lightweight; but he’d had more beers than he cared to remember, and he’d been angry, which didn’t help anything at all. He went to pull up his pants, and thought better of it, instead creeping out of the room to clean himself off, before pulling on some boxers. Jacob poked his head into the room—she was still out like a light. It was still light outside, but he wasn’t surprised, they hadn’t gotten back that long ago. It was only about five; which had them asleep for at least three hours. Not counting… activities.
He rinsed a cloth in warm water, and brought it back to the room, and began to wipe the mess of Charla’s release off of her thighs. He didn’t want her to wake up and feel dirty, in more ways than one. She was so soft, and pink, and he licked his lips, searching in vain for any last taste of her. Jacob shook his head to clear it of his lascivious thoughts; it wouldn’t do to have her wake up, and have him panting over her like she was a bitch in heat.
He pulled her panties out of the pile of their clothes, but thought better of putting them back on; they were still damp. Instead of sniffing them, like the animal in him wanted to, he threw them into the laundry basket, to be washed at the first opportunity. Then, he grabbed her a fresh pair, and slid them on without waking her. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he wanted her.
Badly.
Charla stirred, but didn’t wake.
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