Page 35 of Charlie Sunshine (Close Proximity #2)
I slam into him rough and hard, and he braces himself against the wall, pushing back into my cock and forwards into my hand.
Within a couple of thrusts, he throws his head back and gives a shuddering sigh, and I feel his cock pulse liquid warmth into the lace of his knickers.
I give a few more thrusts before ramming deep and coming into the condom, grinding out my orgasm.
Silence falls between us and I kiss his shoulder delicately.
He turns his head, seeking my kiss, and I give it to him instantly, marvelling at this new version of me.
I’ve got off in public bathrooms before, and it’s always been quick and impersonal.
As soon as we’ve both come, it’s been a few polite words, and I was out the door.
Not with Charlie. With him, I’m balls deep still and fighting the urge to just stay there.
How could I ever walk away from him? The question inspires no panic, no fear about what the hell we’re doing. All I get is a warm feeling in my chest and an affectionate smile from Charlie as we disengage reluctantly.
He has to strip off his clothes in order to wriggle out of the knickers. “Ugh, clammy,” he says happily as he cleans up. “I’ll have to go commando.”
I bend down and pick up the soaked scrap of fabric and grin at him as I slide the knickers into my pocket.
“Misha?” he says, sounding one part scandalized to two parts intrigued.
“They’re mine now,” I whisper. I’m going to keep them like I’m going to keep you . The latter words are silent, but they won’t be for long.
We leave the theatre when the play finishes and come out into the cool London night, and Charlie immediately draws his biker jacket close and slots his arm through mine as we begin to walk.
I eye him and repress a smile. I bought him that jacket and he protested over the price so much that I had to pretend I’d got it second hand.
Even then he grumbled and fussed with it until the leather began to crease and soften with age and then he loved it .
We walk along in a comfortable silence before stopping to lean against the railings looking down on the river.
London is lit up and glowing in its nighttime colours, and the river ripples and flows, distorting the reflection of the lights and making them fracture into infinite pieces.
Nearby, a busker plays a mellow, lazy-sounding version of “Golden Brown” by the Stranglers and before I can stop and think, I grab Charlie and ease him into a quick and easy two-step.
He laughs and there’s something pleased and shocked in his eyes that makes me happy.
The music fades away and I step back, smiling at him. “Well, I’ve given you culture.”
He looks around before grabbing my face and kissing me quickly, the warmth of his lips there and gone. “Shakespeare and a blowjob followed by a fuck in the toilets.”
“Well, you know what Shakespeare said.” I put my hand to my forehead in a dramatic pose and proclaim, “It’s an ill wind which blows no man to good.”
He stares at me. “I’m pretty sure that no character in a Shakespeare play ever blew their boyfriends in a toilet stall, so I’m also certain that you’ve misused that quote. I’d just love to know how you came up with it.”
I shake my head. “Really, Charlie? I did go to school, you know. We bankers are inscrutable people with many hidden talents. I happen to like Shakespeare.”
He looks impressed, and I hope I never have to confess that in reality I googled Shakespeare and blowjobs. I’d had to wade through a lot of very startling results before I’d struck gold, and I hope my workplace never has a reason to search my internet history.
“That it, Charlie?” I ask, keeping my hands on his hips.
“Any more culture that you need to imbibe? I’m sure we could fit in a few more museums, or maybe we could go and read a copy of War and Peace by the banks of the river while we paint mud in artistic patterns on each other’s bodies and proclaim poetry. ”
He blinks, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. “I was thinking of going for a nice juicy steak, but if you’re really set on mud body painting I’ll go along with you. As long as we buy some wet wipes first.”
I shake my head and whirl around, tugging him after me, the sound of his laughter loud in the night. “Why didn’t you mention steak? We’re wasting time.”
“I’ve had the best time tonight, Misha,” he says quietly.
“Me too. The very best.”
“To be fair, you haven’t been on that many dates.”
“If I’d been on a hundred dates, Charlie, I know this would have been the best. Do you know why?
” He shakes his head and I lean closer and kiss his ear before saying, “Because it’s with you.
You make everything better.” He swallows hard and I wink at him.
“Told you I was good at this shit. I’m a natural. ”
“I don’t think a natural would use the words ‘this shit’ to describe a date.”
I laugh and tug him close and we wander next to the river talking and laughing. It’s like a thousand other times I’ve spent with Charlie but made immeasurably better because now I can hold his hand. Now, he’s mine.