Chapter 4: Put Out the Fire

Charles noticed my hesitation so he chuckled and teased me. “Are you afraid, babygirl?”

I gritted my teeth and felt the frustration crawl on me, I couldn’t let him look down on me like that. I wanted this, didn’t I?

“I am not scared at all,” I managed to say in the most convincing way I could.

“Show me,” he said, and he moved my hand to his cock. “Make me cum.”

So I started doing exactly that, and I circled it with my hand, moving it up and down, stroking him and trying to please him. The problem? It started to swell, and his size grew, adding to my already visible panic.

I remember Max letting me stroke him like this, however, such instances were rare and usually Max found various excuses to prevent them from even starting, thus ending them quickly. So I had to run the memories of the porn movies I watched from time to time, to imitate and try to show Charles I could please him.

Every trick I could remember, I did it; pressing my thumb on this cock’s head, rubbing it slowly, then moving my hand up and down from the head to the base, massaging him, fingertips pressing lower.

His back laid against the wall of the dark room, his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips displayed as I worked my way to arouse him, to get him as far as I could, to please him so he could cum.

There was enjoyment in his face, of course, I could see it, he really liked it, but he kept enjoying it and he did not show signs of ever getting closer to cumming. Was that a smug smile on his lips? Was he prolonging this on purpose?

I kept stroking for a while longer, rubbing the head with my thumb as I noticed that made his lips twitch, and hearing his ragged breath made me know I was making him happy. But he simply kept still, enjoying the strokes I kept administering to him.

My hand became sore, and I changed it to the other for another while longer, and when I did this, he chuckled, opening his eyes to look at me. There were many emotions in his eyes, but he said nothing of them.

I pushed myself more, convinced that he was going to cum soon, that I was going to come victorious in this twisted game we were both playing, and that I could get a piece of my pride back.

But no, Charles did not let me get it that easily, and even though I tried hard to stroke him harder, provoking him, he simply kept his gaze locked in mine, both teasing and daring me to do more, to make more, to never stop.

“Can you stroke yourself for a bit?” I asked a bit shyly, swallowing the pride I had left, searching in his eyes for some mercy.

He smirked and shook his head. “Babygirl, you started the fire… now it is in your hands to take care of it and put it out.”

It was true, I brought this to myself, and I wanted it as well. I had to find a more creative way to push him, to make him come out from his guarded place, make him jump with me.

“Let me suck it, please?” I said as I prepared myself to kneel.

He laughed, mocking me a bit, but I noticed he did not say no, so I gathered the courage and knelt slowly, my eyes never leaving his as his laugh stopped to give room to a more pleasing smile.

I lowered my head and took his cock with a hand, letting my lips part, building anticipation as he was transfixed looking at me. I was going to put his cock on my mouth when I heard the beep and vibration of my phone.

The magical moment shattered when I looked down to the floor, where my purse was, and pulled the phone out to see Max’s name flash out and I started to panic. Why now?!

I let it ring twice more, then I was just about to end the call when Charles took the phone from my hands and answered. I gasped.

“Abi! I have been trying to get a hold of you for an hour!” I heard Max say through the phone loudly.

Charles chuckled quietly, and lowered the phone to me, so I picked it and took it in my shaking hand, pressing it to my ears. I was supposed to have more time to plan what to say to him, but here I was, being rushed by the man who wanted to fuck me.

“Max, sorry, had some problems with my phone,” I lied, and Charles took my other hand to help me stand, relieving the pressure I felt on my knees.

I was about to end the call then, when Charles put a finger between my lips and indicated a ‘no”, so I was forced to continue, even if all I wanted to do was moan.

“Anyway,” I heard Max, and I leaned against the couch that was behind me, resting my back a bit. “I got to the restaurant on time, but then I had to leave, Blake got hit by a car so I had to rush him to the hospital.”

If I had heard this news before, I would have been shocked, but now I only find Max's clumsy lie laughable. Perhaps at this moment, he's still kissing his Blake, celebrating their Valentine's Day.

“Oh wow!” I also pretended to be concerned and asked as usual,watching as Charles smiled at me and ran his hands on my hips up and down slowly. “Is he ok? Is he in a lot of pain?”

“He broke his leg, and his parents are not in town. Sorry babe, I can’t go back to the restaurant, I need to stay in the hospital and watch over him,” Max said, and I felt how genuine his words were. He deserved an award for the act he was pulling if all of this was true, but I just saw Max and Blake in bed, which was enough to prove how hypocritical Max is.

“I understand, Max,” I started saying, then I felt something between my legs, rubbing against my intimacy.

I gasped as I looked at Charles’ fingers starting to push slowly, not waiting, simply claiming me. I gasped. Was this the revenge I wanted and searched for? It both scared me and thrilled me.

“I will make it up to you later, ok babe?” I heard Max say on the other side of the phone and I almost whimpered.

Charles had lifted my skirt up while I was on the phone, and his hand had taken over my intimacy. His fingers slid in and started massaging me, and I bit my lips trying to quiet down the moan I was craving to release.

“Abi? Are you there? Did you hear me?” Max repeated through the phone and I was already panting, pressing the phone to me while I tried not to crumble. This was what my body wanted, what I needed, the pleasure without restraints I craved for.

“Abigail?” Max asked. “Why aren’t you responding? Are you mad at me?” He sighed. “I promised you I will make it up to you in a bigger and better way.”

I wanted to answer, to say something, to be credible and also make him see I was paying attention to him, but nothing could come out from my mouth as Charles kept thrusting his fingers in and out of me, making me wet.

“Abs?” Max yelled.

“So… sorry, I was… ehm… reading at the library, yes,” I shuddered while trying not to give away too much.

The way I came up with that lie surprised even myself, and I saw Charle’s amused eyes believing probably the same as he laughed quietly. He was having fun with my ordeal.

“Did you hear me?” Max asked.

I was about to respond when I felt Charles rub my clit and send waves of tingling pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan.

“Abs! What was that? Are you ok?” The worry in his voice almost made me believe he really cared about me.

“I hit my leg on the table. I was an accident,” I managed to say, quivering and feeling like I was about to fade away.

“Ah, ok, you were worrying me,” I heard him say, seemingly distracted, and I was thankful for that.

Charle’s wicked smile warned me something was about to happen, and so it did, as I felt a third finger slide inside me slowly, continuing the friction and the waves expanded from my head to my toes.

I covered my mouth in time to muffle the moan I wanted badly to release, and I was blessed that someone else was talking with Max so he was distracted and could not hear me.

Charles was wicked, and I was loving it. He lowered his mouth and bit my shoulder, making me half close my eyes and shudder again, all while his fingers kept thrusting inside me.

“I have to go babe, sorry again, but I have to be with Blake, make sure all is taken care of, his parents won’t be able to return until next week,” Max said. Not even I could be angry at that.

“Just…” I gasped. “Just be safe, ok?” I whispered.

I heard him smile through the phone. He really was happy that I was the nice girl who never objected to him and believed everything he said. “You forgive me, right? For Valentine’s?”

“Yes, ok… I mean, of course,” I said and then bit my lips.

“Thank you babe, talk to you tomorrow,” he said and cut the call, not even waiting for my reply.

Without wasting a moment, Charles started to move his fingers faster, and I moved my hips meeting his thrusts. My hand found his erection and started to stroke him, and to hear him grunt felt like I had won an award.

“You like how my fingers take you, babygirl?” he asked me through ragged breaths.

“Yes,” I whispered, stroking him as he moved his hips and kept his throbbing shaft pressing in and out of my hand.

“You are delicious, I like hearing you moan and whimper,” he then rubbed my clit again and, together with the faster thrusts of his fingers, I felt myself on the edge, ready to jump.

I moaned again, pleasing his ears with the sound, and I was formulating the way to ask him to let me cum, when his next words shattered me.

“How did it feel to be touched by another man while you were talking to your boyfriend?” his chuckle felt like daggers to my heart, and the heat I was feeling between my legs, moved to my heart. But he continued. “How did it feel to be finger fucked in front of your boyfriend?”