I would like to take a minute and put LaRascasse on a pedestal and praise him for his outstanding contribution to my work. I cannot thank him
enough
for helping me with my terrible grammar. And, as always, to Oldnakeddad for really polishing these stories and making them shine. True miracle workers.
(All characters are over 18 and this is a work of fiction.)
Enjoy the show!!
*****
* * CHARLES * *
I've been awake for a while and I'm smiling like a fool. We're both morning people, but I tend to rouse earlier than Colin, except this morning. I'm in no hurry to get up, nope.
This may not be the first morning I've woken up next to Colin or even the first morning I've laid in bed admiring him. It is, however, the first morning I can look, and touch, as much as I want. It's not a preview anymore...it's my very own movie.
I'm admiring the sleep creases on his face and the cute way his brown hair is tousled from the night. He's so adorable with one of his legs pulled to his chest and revealing his dark leg hair.
His pillow's gone, but it's likely been discarded onto the floor. His head is resting on one arm while his other arm drapes over the leg that's pulled against his chest. He usually wakes up, face down, and with the sheets pooled at his waist, just like this morning.
Contrary to myself, he's a messy sleeper. He always teases me about it by saying I'm too tense to relax in bed and that's why I barely move at night and therefore, never disrupting my sheets. Well, he can disrupt my sheets, anytime!
Last night was amazing! It couldn't have been any other way because I was with Colin. We spent most of the night pleasuring each other. My mind is blown (along with one other thing). I didn't think he'd be so skilled, but he is. Either that or love really makes a difference.
Being in love with someone is new territory for me and I'm unequivocally in love with Colin.
I want to wake him and snuggle against him. I've wanted this forever and, now that it's here, I want to make up for lost time. But it's early and I know he's tired so I'll leave him to sleep longer. Instead I'll wait and fetch myself some coffee.
I'm aware it's the first morning I've woken up in Colin's apartment. I've only been here a handful of times since the night of the Club and I've been intentionally respectful of our physical boundaries. As of yesterday, we're officially dating which means I'll be waking up here a lot more often.
I can't help but look around his apartment on my short walk to the kitchen. It's very...Colin. Simple and beautiful, but not flashy.
I'm used to homes that are dressed to impress. 'Oh, let me show you this very expensive
blah
'. and 'Have you seen this new, top of the line,
blah
?'
When you walk into Colin's apartment, it's more like, 'let me impress you with my ability to make you feel freakishly at home. Would you like a ham sandwich?'
Yes, I want a ham sandwich. I want
his
ham sandwich.
I break from my exploration of his apartment to the startling revelation—Colin doesn't own anything that can potentially make me coffee. This is Portland! What kind of bullshit is this?
Then I remember the apartment's best feature and the attraction above all others—Brew'd Awakening. It's literally right under my nose. I wasn't planning to get dressed, yet, or straying too far from Colin so coffee will have to wait. Instead, I'll go back to the bedroom.
Colin's bedroom is large. It has the same hardwood that's found in the rest of the apartment. He has a giant wooden bed frame that looks like something out of Pottery Barn: Farmhouse Edition. The bedding is various shades of grey and there's a large, multi-colored, shag rug under his bed.
As I stand here, looking at the beauty sleeping before me, I realize I can't crawl in and snuggle up to him without having his knee jam into my dick and his head bump my stomach. He's sleeping in the most unwelcoming position ever.
I take a few quick steps, leap onto the bed (landing on all fours), and trap him under my body as I shout.
"Wake up call!"
Colin's eyes shoot open and he tries to get his bearings as he yells.
"What the fuck!"
I can see all of these thoughts flash in his eyes.
Is there an emergency? Should I panic? Am I late for work?
Finally, everything clicks, he smiles, and he looks at me hovering over him.
"This is the worst, and best, way to wake-up."
I dip my feet under the sheets that lay around his waist and Colin pulls it over me, covering us in a thin layer of protection against the rest of the world. Dipping down to give him a quick kiss, I grin and say.
"Good morning."
He's adjusting all of his morning muscles by stretching his arms and legs as a cat does after waking up on a window sill.
"Good morning."
He finishes, pulls my body to his, and closes the distance between us. We adjust ourselves against each other, with me resting between his legs and still propped up on my elbows so I can look down at him.
Colin in the morning— will forever be the perfect view!
I can't help leaning down and gently pressing against his soft lips. I want to feel his lips against mine forever. Colin presses himself against my body and the kiss quickly escalates into something far more intense. He pulls my hips hard against his until we're hungrily grinding.
"Fuck, this feels so good! How can you feel this good?"
Colin grips my ass, encouraging me to grind harder, and moans.
"Ugh Charlie. Don't stop, ever."
He's making all sorts of adorable noises under me.
Yeah, come apart for me.
I've waited so long for this
.
"If you continue making those noises, I'm going to be toast."
The feeling of him writhing and mewling under me is going to bring me to the finish line faster than either of us want. I shift my weight to my left arm and run my thumb slowly over the erogenous zone on his hips and lower belly. He arches his body and throws his head back in pleasure.
"Ah shit. Your touch is driving me crazy!"
Shit! Fuck! I'm so done! His sounds are going to be the death of me. My thrusts become jerky as I feel my body contracting as the orgasm rips through my body. I clamp my teeth on Colin's shoulder as I start pumping jets of semen into my underwear. Colin lets out a strangled cry and his whole body tenses.
"I think my heart's going to beat out of my chest! I might hyperventilate."
Colin chuckles at my breathlessness and I continue to pant.
"I thought I might actually fly apart."
I drop my head to his shoulder, but continue to softly push my hips against his, which creates sensitive tremors. Colin grips my arms and ever so innocently says.
"Dude, you need to stop moving or I'm going to rip your dick off."
His eyes are closed, but I can feel him smile against my cheek.
"Okay, fine."
I chuckle and stop my movements as I look at his beautiful, sated body while I run my finger over his shoulder where there's a slight indent from my bite. I cringe inside and whisper.
"Oh, shit."
"What?"
His face is as panicked as you can be when your body is jello. I can't help myself as I let out a small laugh.
"I bit you! I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that."
I lean down and kiss the mark.
Mine.
He smiles like he doesn't have a care in the world.
"Whatever. That was the fucking hottest thing ever. It made me cum, instantly."
He closes his eyes, again, not worried about any of it so I ask.
"Did you like that?"
"Uh, yeah!"
"Do you like that stuff? Pain and what not?"
He doesn't say anything for a moment as he contemplates his answer.
"No, I don't like pain. I'm not into BDSM, but I am into you."
I arch my brow with question while seeking an explanation when Colin continues.
"You were so turned on and your orgasm was building so intensely that you needed a release before the release. You did the only thing your body could think of...you bit me. It's not the pain that felt good, it was the reason behind it. The pain was a symptom of the exorbitant amount of pleasure you were experiencing...because of me."
He smiles because he's proud of his ability to make me crazy.
"I physically felt how overcome you were with pleasure and that was fucking hot! It's the same when your fingers dig into my hips or when you grip my hair when I'm sucking your dick."
I think about what he's saying and decide he has a point.
"You're right, that is hot."
His eyes flash with concern.
