Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg5

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg5

   “I’m not breaking uuuup!”

   Charlie burst into laughter as I dragged out the word until I was nearly out of breath. He tried to pry my hands off my ears, holding them with one hand while using the other to steady me so I’d stop squirming. Dean, luckily, I’m the easygoing type—once he held me still, I complied without resisting. Charlie looked at me with a small smile, just staring without saying a word until I started feeling awkward.

   “What?” I asked curtly. Honestly, being looked at like that was pretty embarrassing, but if I showed it outright, Charlie would tease me to death. “Looking for trouble?”

   “Yup.”

   “Oh, bring it on. What kind of trouble you want?” I immediately sat up when the bespectacled guy said he was up for it, raising my fists in a proper guard stance as I’d been taught, ready for a full-on showdown. “I’m game for anything. Come at me.”

   “Come sit on my lap.”

   “Huh?”

   But Charlie just responded casually, even patting his lap like he was calling a dog.

   “Sit on my lap, come on, quick.”

   “Out of nowhere, what’s up with you?” I squinted at him suspiciously. Just a moment ago, he was going on about breaking up, and now he’s grinning ear to ear, calling me to sit on his lap like this. I’m starting to lose track of this kid. “What are you scheming?”

   “Nothing scheming.”

   “Don’t give me that. I can tell.”

   “That thing you did earlier was cute,” Charlie replied, then made a show of covering his ears with his hands, swaying back and forth slowly, demonstrating the behavior in question. “That ‘earlier’ he’s talking about? ‘No breaking uuuup.’”

   “What? You liked that?”

   “Yeah, it was cute.”

   “And?”

   “Wanna play along.”

   Charlie’s got a naturally goofy face. There are only two times he looks less goofy than usual: one, when he’s angry, and two, when he’s in the mood for sex.

   “Such a cheeky kid,” I muttered for show, but my body was already moving, straddling the bespectacled boy’s lap without hesitation. Of course. Let me say with pride that I’ve never once thought of refusing this kind of thing. Even when we’re fighting. I can still get myself in the mood with ease, while Charlie just pouts at me and says, “Babe, you’re seriously still in the mood for this?” Like he doesn’t already know the answer. “What kind of kid plays like this?”

   “Your kid,” the cheeky boy shot back, kissing along my neck with eager bites. Today, I felt like Charlie was a bit impatient. He wasn’t taking his time, savoring it like usual. It was like watching a puppy with itchy teeth, having the time of his life.

   “Getting bolder lately, huh?” I laughed from the ticklish sensation. Charlie lifted the T-shirt I was wearing and buried his face in my chest, as was his habit. No matter how many times, he always lingers there, making me wonder if he’s had experience with women before. But every time I ask, he insists on the same answer: “Babe, you’re my first and only.” That’s what Charlie says. “Want something?”

   “Want you.”

   “That’s it?”

   “When I’ve got time, I gotta do what I want quick,” Charlie said, lightly biting my chest. His hands roamed everywhere—my back, down to my hips, kneading and groping with enthusiasm. He even slipped his hand in without warning. Honestly, I had no idea what got him so worked up like this. Or maybe I should start practicing my “cute” moves more often? “If I get busy again, I’ll miss out.”

   “Getting busy again already?”

   “Yeah… guess it’s gotta be like that.”

   “Don’t want you to be busy. Want you to stay with me more.” I know that’s probably impossible, but if I had the chance, I’d want to tell Charlie straight up how I feel. At the very least, let him know that while he’s out there caught up in his countless missions, I’m always thinking of him, missing him, longing for him. “Don’t want Papa doing other stuff.”

   “Talking like it’s a joke, how could I do that?” Charlie chuckled low in his throat, as if he enjoyed how I used my stubbornness as a playful way to coax him. He dragged his tongue across my chest, over and over, until I felt a flutter in my stomach. The moments when he sucked and tugged at my skin, leaving marks, stung a little, but it was reassuring because it was the kind of pain I already liked. “You want me to keep playing like this all day?”

   “Man.”

   “All day, you’re not going to do anything else?”

   “Nope,” I whispered hoarsely in his ear, pressing my hips against the eager little guy as a greeting. “Just this.”

   “Obsessed.”

   “I admit it.”

   “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

   “Does Papa want me to be embarrassed?”

   Charlie pulled away from my chest and looked up to meet my eyes. He stared at me silently, acting like he was going to kiss me but never quite doing it, just breathing against my lips as if testing my patience.

   “Don’t just stand there,” I finally snapped, unable to take it anymore.

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