Charlie couldn't drive home from the restaurant fast enough. He was sure he ran a few red lights too, his hand gripping your thigh eagerly the whole time.
Your stomach was filled with a flurry of excitement but also anxiety. Your judgment was clouded with lust and desire, but clear enough for you to worry about what this all meant — the dinner, the sex soon to come.
You were forced to swallow down that anxiety though when Charlie's familiar townhouse apartment came into view, the engine of his car sputtering and coming to a slow as he parked the vehicle. He grinned over at you devilishly from the drivers seat.
The two of you getting out of his shabby car in unison, his hands left you momentarily, only to find you once more as he ushered you to the front door. He pressed a kiss to your lips as his hand fished for his keys in his slack pocket.
You hummed into the kiss, deepening it. Wrapping your arms above his shoulders, you pressed your body against his, practically standing on your tip-toes to reach his height. Meanwhile, he fumbled blindly with his keys.
He parted the kiss for a moment, chuckling deeply. "Sweetheart, give me a minute. I'll never get this door open if you keep being so eager." He spoke.
You smiled apologetically, trying to catch your breath as you watched him quickly unlock the front door. "Sorry." You mumbled with flush cheeks.
"Don't be, I like it when you're like this." He assured you with a grin, his big frame guiding you into his home, his leg kicking back to shut the front door swiftly.
The two of you stood inside of his home now, bodies entangled as you practically leaned up against the door. You looked past his shoulder, quickly scanning around the living room. It had all been the same as you left it.
Charlie's hand moving to cup your face brought your attention back to him, a small smile growing on your face. You looked up at the older man, batting your lashes as you pressed yourself impossibly close against him.
"You like me this? What am I acting like, Mr. Barber?" You asked, voice slow and you toyed with him.
That made him chuckle. He scanned you through half-hooded lids, his flush lips spread wide in a grin. "Do you really want to know how you're acting, love?" He questioned.
You nodded your head eagerly, top teeth biting at your bottom lip. "Mhm, please tell me." You continued.
His big arms wrapped around your waist, a calloused hand slipped under the backside of your dress, hands kneading at the flesh. He lowered his lips near your ear, his breath warm on your neck.
"I think you're acting like a needy, eager, slut." He spoke lowly, voice sending shivers down your spine, straight to that sweet spot between your thighs.
You swallowed back a moan, breath hitched as you tilted your chin up slightly, lids fluttering closed. You felt like you were relapsing on the best drug — the drug being Charlie Barber. You had denied yourself of him so long, repressing your feelings for him, and now that you were here, there was no holding back.
Charlie eagerly dipped his head into the crook of your neck, practically bending over to do so. He pressed his lips to your throat, kissing from that spot behind your ear all the way down to your collarbone.
You laced your fingers through his shaggy and long raven hair, tugging at it as an ache began to grow between your thighs. "Charlie..." you choked out, head lolling back in pleasure.
He hummed against your throat. "That's not my name, Princess." He reminds you, hands pushing further past the fabric of your dress.
You shuddered at his touch. "Daddy." You correct, the word falling off your lips softly. He sighed in satisfaction when he heard it.
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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...
