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Louis' POV
I began walking up to my flat on the top floor with Carrie next to me. I made sure she didn't leave my sight. She probably felt scared of all this but I wanted her to feel comfortable about everything. I noticed her obvious hesitation a few times before I even put the key in the lock. She stopped walking up the stairs a few times before we got up; when I looked at her she looked terrified. I didn't like that at all, so I kissed her gently and told her there was nothing to worry about. I kissed her once more and she kissed me back, I could feel all the fear she couldn't hide anymore from me seeping through that kiss. It terrified me how much she's been through. I was talking to her with my eyes; she nodded slowly and immediately apologized. I told her again, it's not needed and placed my finger over her lips when she said it again.
But that first kiss before was something; it was like she heard me even though I didn't say anything. She felt it just like me. I do like how one simple sensuous gesture can change her expression almost right away. Reluctantly she followed me up. I laughed at all this wondering what the big deal was. She stayed silent as she walked up with me, picking up her pace.
Not that I don't get her uneasiness. She's never seen where I live before. It's understandable. I guess it's like inviting someone to know you even more. This is what you call home, these are where I keep my secrets when the world doesn't hear or see you talk on TV. Of course this isn't everyone's life, just famous people. I guess I happen to be one of them. I didn't think of it that way until now. Makes me a bit scared to allow anyone to get this far with me. I'm not the type of person to move so fast too. She and I are linked in that. But still…I wanted her here. In some way, I needed her here.
When I opened the door, I held her hand and brought her close to me. I gave her my best reassuring smile and she bit her lip looking around.
"Come on now, love. This isn't so bad really."
"You've already seen my place, Louis. Embarrassingly anyway." She mumbled and I rolled my eyes.
"Yours isn't that dodgy babe. Besides it's my treat. I brought you here to surprise you. Now come on, go ahead of me, ladies first." I gestured inside before stepping in.
Her mouth tensed and I felt her squeeze my hand. I squeezed back, letting her know I get it. I didn't want her to feel scared about any of this. I can't imagine how she'd feel about Charlotte, the other girl in my life. I'm praying Carrie doesn't find out that I lied to her this whole time. Talking to someone else online and sharing those secrets, deep ones with someone I've never even met. Maybe I should just tell Charlotte the truth anyway. I plan on doing all of this before Carrie finds out anything; before she even suspects me of being dishonest.
I should have been straight with Charlie all along. I didn't plan on running into Carrie again or even feeling this deeply about her in the short amount of time of knowing her. But now, the truth needs to come out. Charlotte knows me. Carrie will know me. I just have to make sure Carrie knows how I feel about her. It's bloody scary but I realize I have to tell her everything eventually.
She bit her lip, stepping ahead finally, but because I gave her bum a good push, she walked fully inside. I laughed to myself and she turned to me giving me a glare, narrowing her eyes.
"Not funny."
"I just think it's adorable. Look, I don't live a scary life. Things have died down since all the craziness of the tours. As far as I know there are no fans in any of the crawl spaces."
She looked at me sarcastically. "Oh good, great, glad I have something new to obsess over." She took off her jacket and I walked to take it from her. "I'm surprised you aren't rooming with any of the guys."
I put her jacket away and smirked, hanging it in the side closet. "Nope, it's just me. I just moved in here actually. So I apologize for some of the stuff I uh, left around." I said sheepishly, rubbing my neck.
She looked at me, I felt like she was scanning from head to toe. "It's ok Louis. I've seen lazier people than this."
I smirked, "Well, ok, tell me how you really feel?"
"Brutal honesty? So early in this relationship?"
Wow, I like the sound of that.
"If you must."
Her hands gestured around the flat wildly, this was a performance I can tell. I am much better at it than she is though.
"Haha, this place is a shithole…like East London." She grinned, her eyes squinting. I love her smile, I followed it as she turned her face but keeping her eyes on me from the side. She scoffed, covering her mouth.
"I'm kidding…but yeah, this place is the ultimate bachelor pad. By that I mean, the lack of…decorum."
"Uh, I'm a guy sweetheart."
She got close to my face; she had an amusing look, almost playful. "No excuse, is it?"
"It's a perfect one. Which means I can practically get away with everything."
She cupped my cheeks, bringing my face closer to hers. "Not everything."
I placed my hands over hers, looking tenderly in her hazel eyes that appeared glossy. She was completely weak for me, like I was for her.
"It's possible to have everything. Don't you think you deserve it?" I whispered, feeling the heat radiate off her breath putting me in a fog.
Carrie started to shake her head and laugh but I was serious. I wanted to know why she didn't think she could have it all.
She removed my hands off her hands, holding them loosely, avoiding my eyes. "I don't think it's that easy Lou…I mean, I don't know, it feels like nothing will ever change anymore. I accepted it."
"What if you could have what you dream of again? What if you had the opportunity to win?"
She bit her lip; I brought her face to mine, almost forcing her eyes on me. She couldn't lie to me when I can see her eyes.
"Winning is for someone else…not me."
I chuckled lightly. "So you try once and give up?"
Her brows twisted in confusion. "Why are we talking about this?" She breathed out.
Her exasperated tone was evident but I wasn't letting up. Not if she tried to run physically from me, not just from the issue.
"Because it matters. Giving up isn't always the answer."
She looked at me blankly. "I'm not discussing this anymore Louis. It's just the way life is."
She dropped my hands abruptly and then I realized she was heading for the closet. Shit. I went over to her instantly, blocking her pathway.
"I'm trying to see if you realize it's not over because you failed once. Don't leave, please stay. I can't have you mad at me."
"Louis please…I'm not mad, just, I can't talk about this right now. I can't go there. I can't relive all of it again."
I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"The audition?" I gulped, watching her swallow so slowly she made a noise. "I'm not trying to make you talk about it."
She laughed sharply, "That's exactly what you're doing."
Maybe she was right but I can't let her leave. "I'm sorry."
Her back was turned around on me. I'd give anything to see her face. Even if it's sad, I don't care. I don't want this to come between us. I know things are not going to be perfect, and we weren't perfect. But she's perfect for me. I can't let her slip away. She did this three years ago, she can't right now. She's too important, why can't she believe this?
She wiped the corner of her eye and I used this moment to turn her body to me with force, she let me shockingly. I wanted to see her; I wanted to make it better in some way. I didn't care how; she can't feel so sad about everything around me. Even if she doesn't want to talk to me, I have to make her see her value, her value to me.
"Louis don't."
"I'm asking you to stay. That's all."
I loosened my hold on her so she doesn't fear me. That's the last thing I want to happen.
I found it hard to let go of her hand. I used my free one to stroke down her shoulder, feeling a slight shiver followed by goose bumps waving across her skin, watching the hairs stand up straight. Her eyes expanded at the reaction her body gave at the simple touch. Seeing this affirmed everything. Her body can't lie, even if she can. I basked in this new revelation. She was afraid but she did care. It was a paradox. Her reactions made sense but her fear was preventing her from knowing this. I get it now.
Touching her made more sense. Should I? I raised my eyebrows to her, waiting for her to lock eyes, speaking to her almost telepathically. Baiting her only slightly. I want her to open up to me. In ways that maybe she never opened up to anyone in her life. I swallowed hard when she squeezed my hand, lacing her long fingers to mine. It was a start. I couldn't allow her to even think of leaving. Not when I've come this far to understand her.
I wasn't using sympathy as an excuse anymore. I didn't want to be the guy who runs in and out of her life like she thinks.
"How do you do that?" She queried in a small voice, nearly child-like.
"Do what, love?"
"Relax me? How…?"
I couldn't answer that, instead I leaned over, closer to her mouth. "I wasn't aware I was doing this. But I'm glad you are."
She breathed out deeply, closing her eyes when I pulled back to look at her. I felt like she was meditating. Feeling hypnotized by just observing her. I was watching her natural mannerisms. Suddenly I was aware of every little thing she was doing.
Oh man, I was bleeding sinking. Falling deeper, harder and faster than I could fathom, I almost fell over but she pushed my body weight upright. My eyes went wide at this, so did hers. I caught myself in realization…now I was the weak one; I haven't felt this light since I was 17. Jesus, I didn't prepare for this. No warning, nothing.
I swallowed roughly. My feelings were growing, before I could stop them.
"Are you alright?" Her voice was shaky, unbelieving.
I didn't have time to think so I said, "Y-yeah, um, yes I am." Now I was being so obvious it probably freaking her out. But she didn't let go. She didn't leave.
I asked her to stay and she…stayed. When my strength came back I was the one holding her to me, her body almost pressed against mine, the apparent heat permeating off our skin. I felt connected to her. I didn't want to lose this connection. I'll do anything now to keep it for me.
I think she heard me, I think she felt it more. She looked at me with a slight smile, her eyes glowing.
Carrie raised her eyebrows, glancing at my arms holding her. "I'm not going anywhere."
I loosened my arms slowly, gently. The way she said those words had relaxed me. I wanted her to say them again. I wanted her to never take back those words. No matter what happens, I can't let her think she doesn't belong, because she does, with me.
I smiled, more grinned knowing this, she brings out the better, more positive me. It's been a while sense anyone can awaken that part of me, by doing so little. But it was enough. Whatever she's doing, I don't want her to stop. No, she can't stop. Because I can't stop falling in love with her; and the more she pulls away, the harder I'm going to work at this. Because I know we can be together.
I let her go from me completely watching her pull her hair away. I stumbled to find something to say, anything…to get myself to stop staring.
"Erm, would you, uh, like something to drink?"
She nodded and I moved to the kitchen, I turned around to ask her what she'd like. She waved off saying anything I have. I wasn't sure if I had a variety to offer. It was mostly take out and beer in my fridge. Completely the life of a bachelor, go figure right? Carrie figured me out in 10 seconds. I opened the door, getting us two bottles of Corona and popped open the caps.
When I turned around she was leaning her elbows on the counter watching me. She looked at me like she was caught and I blushed. She smiled shyly, fiddling with the hem of her blouse. I saw the outline of her breasts, her nipples stuck out suddenly and I avoided looking directly at her chest. I placed the beers between us, nodding to her.
"Thank you."
"Welcome." I smiled at her, watching her hair hiding her eyes from me.
I took a sip, feeling the refreshing liquid slide down my throat as I watched her drink another long gulp. I almost laughed at her behavior. Clearly she's not a beer drinker, or she's trying to be polite around me. Either way, it's cute. I have a lot of fun watching her.
She looked at me with those doe eyes, taking another sip; I had to cover my mouth from how this looked.
"What?"
"Nothing, just you, with that bottle. So when's the wedding, love?"
She narrowed her eyes. Cracking a smile but covered it with another drink, she was almost done with it and under a minute too. I barely had mine halfway out. I felt like I was at a sorority house.
"Whatever, I'm just enjoying a beer to cover all the awkward silences you left behind." She said; was she trying to rile me up?
"Oh is that now? The beer couldn't be that good I knew it."
She bit her lip, really trying not to laugh and chugged the rest of the bottle, placing it on the counter.
She looked down, then to the side, playing with her shirt again. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy act that way. Like you just did."
Oh no, she was bringing up my fumble. Think fast Louis. "Uh, yeah well, I was feeling light headed, didn't eat much today. In fact I was meaning to get some grocery but I lost track of time."
I drank my beer, watching her watch me. She looked at me like she was studying me. She's a human lie detector too. Shit. We are perfect for each other. As if it can get anymore obvious.
"You're worse at lying than me. Louis Tomlinson has an ass to provide for. No way I'm gonna believe that shit for a second."
She grabbed my beer, taking a swig and placed it in front of me.
She then sat on the stool near the counter, twirling around. "How about the truth Lou? It shall set you free."
She stretched out the "e" in the word and whirled around several repetitions until I came around to stop her. My head was above hers. I liked this position. I felt possessive, hungry, alert and extremely aware.
"This just proves you were checking out my ass. Its ok, I get it. You're curious about it, I know."
"You're a dick."
"And you're just curious, perhaps your mind wonders a bit, it's normal. Just admit it for once."
"Never…"
She placed her hands on my chest, feeling my heart that was destroying my ribcage at this point. I watched her hands instead of pushing me away, sliding up to cuff my collar, turning it up the same way I looked when I was 16 as Danny Zuko. Carrie reminded me of Rizo in a lot of ways. Feisty, solid, confident, but completely vulnerable underneath it all. I'm glad Carrie wasn't anything like Sandy. Rizo held a mystery that Sandy never had. I can't understand guys wanting to be with someone so perfect one minute then turned into a slut by the end of it. Rizo was so much better than any character in Grease. Hannah was a Rizo, I couldn't help but think of her for a second. She was my first girlfriend and the reason for all my confidence.
"Louis? You alright?"
I pulled away from the thought and opened my eyes again. I saw Carrie check my face, looking for me. I'm right here. God, why was I thinking of Hannah all over again? Why was I being pulled back to those memories of Louis Austin? Not Tomlinson? Where's that guy? Maybe because Carrie didn't make me think that I was this Tomlinson guy. I can be Louis Troy Austin with her. I didn't need this sass account anymore. I needed her.
I feel awful to cover all of this so I pushed it away as best I could and distracted myself by moving some hair that fell in her eyes.
"Yeah, I am." I moved closer to her face, kissing her cheek, moving to her ear to say more. "You're so special to me. Really, I want you to know this, because you make me feel special too.
She touched my wrists, bringing my hands down to my lap. "I find it so hard not to feel special when you look at me."
I pulled back, widening my eyes, she laughed, pushing my chest. "Feel special now? Do ya? That's my Care-Bear stare. Yup yup."
She placed her hand on my chest but she didn't push. She kept it there, fully knowing my heart was beating so fast because of her.
"I haven't heard that name since middle school."
"Haha, sorry love. I find it cute as hell."
"Ever the comedian."
"But your comedian."
"You're sucha dork it's not even funny." She laughed.
"Oh wait, it's not funny, so why did you bloody laugh at me?" I commented dramatically.
"Because you are very special Louis William Tomlinson." She emphasized my full name.
"Actually that's my stage name…" Time to tell the truth, well, sorta. I gotta start somewhere right?
She looked at me with curious eyes, biting her lip flirtatiously. "Oh, is it? What's your real name?"
She leaned her chin on her palm and I was wondering why she was being so adamant on knowing this. I would have told her anyway but it seemed like now she really wanted to know what my name is.
"Well, it's Mark's name. The step-father. When my dad left, mum remarried, had my sisters, I took his name."
I hadn't realized I was talking faster than I intended now. It's a sign when I'm uncomfortable. But she asked me so I couldn't avoid answering.
"What about your middle name?" She asked, placing her warm hand on my cheek.
"William? Its Mark's too. It's a British thing. We take the same middle names usually."
She smiled, locking her eyes with me. Her pupils were dilating and I was curious what she was thinking now. Her eyes danced over my face then back up to my eyes, staying there indefinitely.
"What's your real name Louis?"
"My birth name?" I bit my lip playfully, feeling the sass seep back in me. She was being flirty too so I gave it right back. "Well look who's bleeding curious now?"
"Does that mean you're not going to say?" She moved closer to me, practically talking in my face and licking her bottom lip before biting it. When she's being this playful how could I resist not being at her mercy?
I smiled, blushing. I never had someone I cared about this much wanting to know something so personal. Hardly anyone knew the truth about me. Everything likes to make up things about my life and it's almost always way off. Carrie genuinely cared to know.
My lips traveled to her neck, planting a small kiss under her ear. "Louis." I kissed along her jaw. "Troy." Moving my lips now all over her forehead and stopped at her lips, kissing them with all the passion I had inside me now. "Austin."
She grabbed my face, smiling and started breathing hard. She kissed me back and stronger than I had her. I was wondering what the fuck was going on until she pulled back from me, looking in my eyes. I felt like she was checking something but didn't know what.
"What?"
She beamed a big smile, grabbing my cheeks and all I could do was watch her in confusion. What's so fascinating about my name?
"I'm just really happy!"
"Haha, why is it that? Not that I'm not feeling the same."
I've never seen her smile so much before. I was wondering what's gotten into her.
She stood up, bringing my face to hers, touching our foreheads together. "I'm glad I found you that's all. Very glad."
I blushed, almost wanting to laugh at how corny we were being but hell, I felt exactly the same. She was it for me. I can't hide how I feel about her anymore. I just want everything wonderful to start from here. Whatever is making her so happy I wanted to be the one to make that happen.
She bit her lip and it killed me. I go crazy when she does that. Every little thing she's doing was suddenly turning me on.
Then when I saw the worried look in her eyes and I relented.
"What? Caroline, tell me? What is it?"
She started crying; all of a sudden she went from happy to glum in a flash. I didn't understand what was going on.
She looked at me with those big sad eyes; I just wish she'd say something already. I caressed her face, watching her lean into my hand. Something was bothering her and it killed me not knowing a thing about it.
She removed my hands again, looking down at our hands interlocked, smiling to herself.
"Just overwhelmed is all. I didn't think I'd ever see you. On the day of the audition especially." She released my hands and turned around, leaning her hands on top of the couch in the living room.
She closed her eyes then wiped the corner of them quickly. She didn't want me to see her cry. I wish she'd let me in right now. I'm trying to talk to her and she's pushing me away. I came forward to stand next to her, trying to look at her face, wondering where her thoughts were now.
I know it would eventually get asked so I just went with it.
"What happened that day Carrie? Why couldn't I find you?" I moved some hair leaning forward so I could see her.
She raised an eyebrow; almost in a daze she licked her lips, clearing her throat. "I didn't want to be seen." She held me with her hard eyes, those hazel irises burning a hole in my curiosity almost daring me to continue. "Dreams died that day."
"Why? Why do you think that, love?"
She pushed against the couch, almost gripping at the cushions, her long nails making an imprint.
Tears freely fell off her eyes, too fast for me to intercept. I placed my hand over hers. She looked at it, surprised at the simplicity.
"Because I wasn't enough…" Her voice broke, I came forward before her body hit the ground and she collapsed her body limply in my arms. "I wasn't anything…it was over for me, just…over…"
I smiled sadly, she was hallucinating. How can any of this be realistic? She must be told this by so many people. Well it changes here and now.
"You're a bigger person than all of this…"
"What if I'm not?" She pulled back to look right in my eyes; hers were dead serious and unwavering. "All my life I've been told I'm not. I'm starting to think it's true."
I shook my head vehemently, my heart broke. I felt the corners of my eyes collect tears, but I wasn't going to break down now. "People have told me this too, but it doesn't matter what they think. I don't worry, what matters is me. What I believe in. Somebody close to me told me this. She told me I could do anything and I didn't give up no matter how easy it would have been to."
"Hannah…"
I gulped, she remembered. "Yes, it was her…she believed in me when no one else did, including me." I held Carrie tighter to me; she was pressed against my heart, where she should be. "She told me to stay strong, believe and love myself."
Carrie nodded, sniffed, fixing her posture so she wasn't leaning so abruptly on me. "I'm sorry, I feel like, I feel worthless sometimes. I hold my heart in so far that I can't use it anymore, in anything I do. It's all logic, and in my head I only do what I can to survive. My dreams aren't a big deal…"
She shrugged but I didn't let her look down. I picked up her face, holding her so she was level with me.
"Dreams are everything. I wouldn't have gotten to this point if I didn't have them keeping my life together."
"But, but failure, and rejection, it hurts right? It's a sign telling you to stop dreaming." She said, dejectedly.
I laughed softly, kissing her forehead, when I pulled away, her eyes were still closed.
"I don't stop dreaming just because I fail sometimes." She opened her eyes to that. "Dreams are forever, there are still things I want to do. No matter what happens to me I can't lose sight of being more. Dreams are pure and so is love."
I loosened my grip but she held onto my hand strongly still. She sighed deeply, smiling almost, making me smile with her. I pulled her in my arms hugging her tighter than I ever hugged anyone. She hugged me just as powerful if not tighter. I could tell she was struggling to let me in fully. This must be so hard for her. Living this way when she probably didn't want to talk about her problems.
When we pulled away I suggested we go to the bedroom to relax. She looked at me funny; there was no way to say that cleanly. I emphasized relax and she blushed while following behind me to the bedroom. It was stuffy in here and I didn't want to open the windows just to shut out the outside noise so I went to switch on the air conditioner.
"Set your shoes on the side and just relax now ok babe? Be right there." I said, walking to the bathroom, cleaning up a bit, putting the seat down, all that stuff.
When I came back into the bedroom I drew the blinds shut mainly because I liked it better when the room is dark and cool. Something about it thrilled me and also made the mood much more placid.
"You don't have to clean up around me, I didn't mean—" She started to say sitting on the edge of the bed.
I looked at her while smirking from the nightstand, taking off my watch and pushing all the clutter away. I took the place close to her, my knee touching hers. I was looking at her from the corner of my eye, suddenly nerves were spilling in.
"So…"
"Yeah…"
Had we talked about everything already? Why do I get the feeling we had? I didn't want to have this in my head, this is Carrie…I want to know her finally. Maybe this could be the best time to talk to her before I show her the surprise.
I leaned back on my bed, pulling up to the pillows. This bed isn't used to having more than one person on it, but I'm going to change that. My head was resting on the pillow against the headboard. I watched Carrie looking at me with an amused expression.
I padded next to me. "Come cuddle."
She raised her eyebrows, laughing at me. I rolled my eyes and sat up, scooting close to her and took her hand. She landed on top of me, I could tell she didn't mean that by her flushed cheeks.
"This is not cuddling Lou."
"So we're skipping a few steps." I melted my lips over hers, feeling her respond immediately. She moaned against me and I could feel my body surrender.
I rolled us over so now I was on top, but not crushing her body under mine. She's bit on the curvy side and I enjoyed that. Eleanor was stick thin, not that it isn't attractive on some girls, sometimes you just want something to grab onto. But instead of me grabbing Carrie, I felt my bum gripped and laughed into the kiss as soon as it deepened. She gave an obvious squeeze, making me laugh harder.
"Knew you wanted to cup my bum." A cheeky grin plastered on my face as she poked my cheek.
She laughed, "Couldn't resist," sitting up, kissing me softly before propping up on her elbows, unable to stifle another giggle. "Do you have any idea how attractive a guy with a big ass is? Seriously, most guys look like Gumby down there."
"So does that make me a special kind of freak then? Do you finally find me fit then?"
She acted like she was annoyed with me and folded her arms, pouting. "Whatever…you're such a little whore."
"You love it…"
I drove for her neck without warning, hearing all kinds of sexy moans from deep inside her throat. I wanted those sounds to keep coming so I kissed all the places on her soft skin over her sensitive areas. My hands found their way underneath her shirt again; I couldn't get enough of this. I whispered permission against her neck before my hand felt for her bra again, index finger sliding along the hem lace cut of her bra. I squeezed her breast gently. Her moans were driving me absolutely mad. I wanted to go further but I didn't know how far she wanted to take it.
My fingers went inside her bra, cupping one of her breasts in my palm, feeling her nipple harden under my touch. Jesus Christ. I took my other hand, doing the same thing to the other breast, placing kisses along the curve of her neck. Her breathing hissed and was wearing thin. I smiled against her skin as I gently pulled her nipples under her shirt. I wanted to lift it so badly but she needed to let me know if she wanted that.
"Louis, take it off, please, god!" She almost raised her voice but the words came off ragged, rushed and full of excitement.
I nearly ripped off her shirt but instead took it off swiftly over her head, her bra followed. I looked at her face, her eyes were slightly closed and it was almost as if she was waiting for me to start.
"If I start babe, just tell me when I should stop, I may not be able to otherwise."
She stared up at me, focusing her eyes. "Its ok, keep going…"
I sunk inside myself at the sensuous sounds her voice made. She is just as sucked into this as I am. Time to stop worrying and just enjoy this, enjoy her moans, take all of this in.
"You are so beautiful; it hurts me to look at you now." I whispered against her stomach, kissing a line from her belly button, to meet the middle of her breasts.
I kissed the curve of one of her breasts licking around her nipple before taking it firmly in my mouth, sucking very gently. I was so careful with this I was worried about hurting her instead of making her feel good. When her breathing really hitched up, I got my answer. She touched my head, her fingers swirling in my hair, playing with it. Her fingers tangled in my hair, grabbing at it when I started to suck on her other breast, loving every minute of it. High pitched moans were now coming at me. If impossible, I got even more turned on than ever.
My cock pushed in pain against my trousers and I knew I was going to burst soon if I didn't do something about it. But this was about her and I wanted to keep it that way. I loved how her soft skin felt against my mouth. Her nipples were so sensitive, the slightest touch made her hard and I couldn't get enough of this. I could literally do this for hours.
I was about to continue, my kisses down her chest trailing down to her belly again, going lower when she called my name.
"How far do you want to go?"
I rested my chin on the soft, round skin of her belly, looking up at her, smiling. "As far as you want me to."
My cock was straining as I said this but I really wanted her to feel comfortable. She almost left before and I plan on doing whatever it takes to make her happy.
"What about you?"
"Me?" My brows rose. "Me what, love?"
She sat up; smiling and I could see the blush creep on her cheeks even in the darkness of the room. She sat up further and pulled me by arms so that I was completely on top of her. I bit my lip, adoring the sudden aggression she just showed.
She touched my face, her fingers tracing down my cheekbone over to my jaw and around to lightly touch my lips. I nearly closed my eyes at this. She's killing me with her antics.
"You're wearing too many clothes. Change that." She said against my lips before licking into my mouth, teasing me.
I shed my shirt and came back down on top of her, our chests were touching, and her breasts were smashed against me, her nipples growing hard. I loved this position, I feel like I can protect her and I will because I know she needs it.
"You alright then?"
She nodded, not tearing her eyes from me for a second. I loved how she didn't look away; it was like she was speaking to me through her eyes. I had to make sure she was ok with everything. I didn't want to make her do something she would regret. I hope she wouldn't. I don't do this with just anyone.
She bit her lip looking at me with those eyes of hers.
I felt my cock twitch and I moved because of it. She definitely felt that.
Her hand disappeared much lower than our eyes were meeting. I didn't know what she was doing until I felt my cock being rubbed. I closed my eyes. This is terribly unfortunate. I smirked, blushing, at the same time in utter pain for being so constricted. I know I can't force her, rubbing would have to do. Though that beautiful mouth of hers looks like perfection now.
She rubbed me with more friction and my breathing sped up before I knew it. "Babe, shit…"
"Oh god, am I hurting you?" She stopped but I held her wrist, laughing sharply.
I slid my tongue across her bottom lip, snogging her because she is just so lovely.
"Not at all, it feels so good. Keep, ugh, keep going yeah…ahh…"
She touched my face with her other hand. I moved my body to the side so I really wasn't crushing her. Mainly to give her more room. I hissed the faster she went on me, pumping my cock at dangerous speeds. I almost couldn't take it. My briefs and trousers were really hurting me, binding what I really wanted her to do. I needed to get free but I couldn't say anything until she was ok with it.
"Louis, tell me what you want?"
I could barely think but I managed to hear it, I don't know. My moans turned into grunts as she pumped even harder this time, she stopped and put her hand on the front of my zipper, toying with rubbing me again. Jesus fucking Christ, just touch me already.
"Yes, mm, what do you want?" She whispered, licking my ear so lightly it tickled. "Tell me baby?"
I shivered, I felt her motions go slowly, making me swallow so deeply and close my eyes so tightly. I needed her to take care of me. Why is that so hard to ask her?
"I want…" my eyes opened and I saw hers staring right at me, holding lust, beams of what I thought was love. She loved me? Yeah right…we barely know each other. "I want what you want."
She smiled wide just like she did in the kitchen. I had no idea what she was thinking of and it was driving me mad.
"I want to take care of you Louis…"
I wasn't sure I heard this right. "What?"
"You heard me." I felt her hand slide down my shaft, rubbing my balls before putting her hand back on the zipper.
I could barely concentrate. Right now was about her, not me. I can't let her give me everything when I didn't have the chance to make her feel good. That's not how this is supposed to work.
"Louis, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good."
My brain flushed, the same thing it did when I got those evil, oh no, flashes…
Some weird movie was on cable TV and five minutes in I was already bored with it. Charlotte was just telling me about her love for some sc-fi movies including one called Resident Evil, which was based off of some video game I heard.
Troy: Come on now Charlie, that's a terrible movie. I know I'm a guy but I prefer romance above all else
Charlotte: Oh gosh, haha I think you're the first penis out there to actually lampoon CGI based movies
Troy: Yeah well, my life is running short of this lately, it doesn't hurt to hope it's going to happen
Charlotte: It will, when you don't go out looking for it, one day she will come into your life and completely change it
Troy: Thanks babe, I'm sure some guy is going to do the same with you
Charlotte: Eh…it may not happen, either way, I feel like all that stuff is just fantasy anyway but its still nice to watch, even though its fluff
Maybe she's right but I'm still the guy that likes all that weird, romantic stuff. It's nice to watch, of course being a guy you can't admit that without being called gay.
Troy; You never know, lightening could strike both of us
Charlotte: Ooh, I got an idea, how about we say to hell with all the shit? Let's start with us first
Troy: Huh? What do you mean?
Charlotte: Well, until it happens, whatever the crap is that people want in their life, let's take care of each other, always be friends, talk about everything, give advice, give each other a humor boner basically XD
Troy: You serious now Charlie?
Charlotte: Extremely, let's look out for each other. Basically, let me take care of you Troy, let's make each other feel good about everything…sound good? :)
"Louis? Hello?" Carrie's voice rung in my ears and I shook off of her, singed backward in panic. "Louis, oh my god, what?"
Her hazel eyes bore into me and I couldn't make sense of what just happened. She reached for her shirt, putting it back on; I could hardly do much of anything right now, let alone focus my two eyes.
"I don't know what just fucking happened."
Carrie moved to me but I kept my distance. Why was I afraid of her? I invited her here. I shouldn't be scared of someone I love. I shouldn't, honestly. What I just saw in my head was nothing. There's no way she could be the same girl. What are the odds of that happening?
"Um, what am I missing here? Louis, come on, talk to me." Carrie tried again to move but I just moved off the bed.
Caroline is Charlotte? Fuck me.527Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo3Khfeq5TD
