Costume Notes- Charlie Barber
Please enjoy my first foray into Charlie Barber territory!
Sending you anotha prompt this time for Charlie please? You can take it sweet/fluffy or filfthy/smutty! “I’ve never wanted anyone to (insert word) me this badly.” Either kiss or fuck first time. ;)
Charlie Barber has never been happier for a tech rehearsal than this one. The multimedia and lights needing such specific tuning that all the actors were needed on stage as the crew worked on it all. This meant Charlie could do the checks he needed to do, going over the prop table, okaying the program, fucking you in Nicole’s dressing room. He had excused himself to talk to you, telling you he had a problem with the look of one of Nicole’s costumes and had asked if you would go with him to look at it. As soon as you had stepped into the dressing room, he had closed the door and walked over pulling your lips to his. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone this badly” He groaned against your lips, pressing your hand to the obvious tent in his pants. You two had been playing some weird game of will they won’t they for weeks now, but the furthest you had gotten was a little dry (well not dry dry) humping in the stairwell one afternoon. But Charlie’s words, and the way his clothed length felt on your hand, made you groan against his lips, thighs rubbing together for some friction.
“You gonna fuck me here?” you asked, licking his bottom lip before giving it the smallest nibble. Charlie groaned out, his hands pushing your skirt up as he presses you back onto the vanity set up.
“I’m going to fuck you here, with that door unlocked and you’re going to be quite and good for me while I do it” He said, chocolate brown eyes challenging you to tell him something different. His long thick fingers slid into your panties, pulling them off your legs before smiling as he looked down at your glistening core. “Look at you…so wet for me already…you’re so fucking beautiful” he murmured. You couldn’t help but blush at his words. He reached down, his fingertips grazing your slit, collecting some of that wetness on his fingers. “If I had my choice,” he murmured bringing his digit to his lips as he looked at you. “Our first time wouldn’t be so hasty…” he sucked your slick from his finger and groaned. “I’d take my time with you…lay you out under me and worship your body like you were a Greek deity.” He licked his lips, slipping his large middle finger into your tight heats, eliciting a gasp from you. “Honey…” he chastises lightly, his free hand coming to cover your mouth. “You gotta be really quiet for me, or I’m going to have to gag you…Do you understand?” You nod and he smiles, removing his hand as he inserts another finger. “You’re so tight…I wish I had more time to prep you…can you take me without it?” he asks scissoring his fingers inside of you, trying to get you ready to take him in.
“Please…” you murmur, your hands going down to his belt. “I want you so bad…” Charlie smiled, looking like a man who had seen light for the first time in years. And wasn’t that what this was, you thought as you helped him strip down enough to pull his cock from his boxers. Charlie had told you how lonely he was, how Nicole had stopped sleeping with him a year earlier, how she wouldn’t look at him anymore, how she planned to leave for Los Angeles soon and to take Henry with her. But then you had started and you two and gotten to know each other, and for once Charlie felt like things weren’t as bleak as they maybe once felt. You stroked him a few times before spreading your legs to give him room in between your thighs. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, lining himself and pushing into you, both of your groans being swallowed by the other. He was huge, bigger than you had ever taken in before and you couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. “You feel so fucking good Honey, so fucking good…” he said dropping his lips down to your neck.
“So do you Charlie…” you murmur your fingers going into his hair. He smiled at you before pulling back to watch as his cock disappeared into your dripping cunt. He grabbed your hips, pulling them up for the better angle, not only to be able to snap his hips to yours, bottoming out as you bit down on your lip hard to keep the scream from falling from his lips, but because it was the better visual for him. Always the director, always looking for the way to showcase perfectly.
“God damn…” he groaned, dropping his forehead down to rest on your breasts. He stood like that for a moment, just enjoying being buried in your fluttering core, your fingernails raking against his scalp. “Next time we do this…I’m going to be so gentle with you…but I need you now…”
“Please…” you whimpered, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, crossing your ankles gasping as the shift pushed him just that much further. His arms came under yours, pulling you to his chest, he lifted you, and pressed you against the wall, his hips starting to slap into yours as he set a bruising pace. You buried your head into his shoulder biting down on the sweater covered skin to keep from screaming out. Charlie angled his hips and it was like he had found a switch in your body, “Fuck!” you screamed out, his hand going up to cover your mouth tightly, a smile in eyes and a smirk on his lips.
“Feels good doesn’t it Honey…I can feel your tight little pussy clenching down on me…you want my cum so bad don’t you?” You nod and his grin just grows. “Play with your clit…cum on my cock so I can fill you up”. You scramble to press your hand in between you, your fingers going to your hard little bud, rubbing quick hard circles. “Go on Honey…cum for me…” you whimper out as you rub harder, his hips slapping yours erratically as you feel yourself finally hit your edge and cum. Charlie’s hips kept going before he finally let go, shooting so deep into you, your walls clenching and milking him for more. He shudders against you, putting your legs down as he slowly pulls out. You can feel your cum and his starting to slip out and he presses you onto the vanity, his fingers pushing it back into you, his fingers against your sensitive skin causing aftershocks to roll through you. He kisses you sweetly as he grabs a tissue from Nicole’s box, wiping himself and you off before handing you your panties and putting himself away. You both hear someone calling his name, and you’re just standing looking presentable when Nicole walks in the room. “So like I said…that blue dress needs to be pulled in at the waist…”
“I see that…”
“Nicole,” Charlie says, turning to look at her. “What did you need?”
“We’re ready for you on stage…”
“On my way,” he turns to you and gives you a small wink. “Thanks for the help” he says before leaving, Nicole following. As soon as you see she’s gone, your knees give out and you sit in her chair looking into her mirror. You couldn’t wait for the next costume note.
