This felt wrong, but you didn't care.
Your lips were crashed against Charlie's, his big hands roaming your body as you let out a small moan against his flush lips.
You had barely stepped through his front door before you were on him, his hands searching under the skirt he had requested you to wear over the phone.
A word hadn't even been shared between you two before you were on each other, mind clouded by lust and bodies eager to explore untouched skin.
When you first got his phone call and hour or so earlier, you weren't sure what to think. You could tell by his tone and words that he wanted you to come over for a different reason.
You knew at that point there was no denying it. The chemistry you two had in the kitchen the other day was undeniable. It was now or never.
You were ready to have Charlie, really have him. You didn't care about the consequences right now.
At first, you saw him as attractive, but he wasn't your type. He was years older then you and a father, yet for some reason that made you want him more. It felt almost forbidden.
Maybe it was because you never had a good relationship with your own father and you saw a figure in Charlie that you never had before, An older man who seemed to actually appreciated you.
From the minute you saw Charlie you yearned to be protected by him, to be his special girl, his one and only. You wanted to make him proud.
Charlie's lips travel from your lips to your throat. He would admit, he had one too many beers for his own good, but it wasn't just the alcohol causing him to lust over you like this.
He hadn't been touched by another woman in months due to his divorce, and you were the perfect distraction in the moment. Not only that, the idea of a young girl like you wanting such an old man like him infatuated him.
In all honesty, he was tired of fucking his own fists for nights and nights on end, lamely cumming in the palm of his hand instead of a sweet little thing like you.
As he peppered kisses along your throat, the scent of your perfume intoxicated him, wafts of vanilla and brown sugar filling his senses as he stifled a moan.
He loved how much smaller then him you were, causing him to dip his head just to kiss you. His large hands could practically touch each other when they were wrapped around your waist.
He snaked a hand up to the back of your head, gently grabbing a fistful of your long and soft hair. He pulled away an inch or two, searching your eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?" He breathes, his chest rising and falling quickly against yours.
You look up at the large and wide man, swallowing hard. You search his dark toffee eyes for a moment, sucking in a sharp breath.
You wanted him, you wanted this. You hadn't been laid in god knows how long and you were craving his touch.
You wanted to indulge yourself in a man you barely knew, you wanted no regrets and no worries. You just wanted this one thing for yourself for once.
You Just wanted to feel alive.
"Yes." You squeak, nodding eagerly up at him.
In an instant his lips were back on you, the sound of gasps and breath heaving filling the somewhat spacious living room, muttered whispers and pleads bleeding into the walls along with the warmth coming from the lamps.
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PUT ME IN A MOVIE - Charlie Barber.
Fanfiction" Lights, camera, action....he didn't know he'd have this much fun..." Recovering from his divorce, Charlie had fallen into bad habits - smoking again, drinking again, and not prioritizing his time with his son, Henry. Charlie was desperate for a...
