“There you go lightin’ my phone up and I know what you’re wanting, ‘cause nobody likes a lonely at two in the morning… we’re so good under covers, that’s why we call each other…”


There wasn't any particular reason why Charlotte or any of her friends needed to get dressed up for the night. They weren't at a club, or any sort of fancy bar, just a dive in Redondo. But when her friends suggested a girls night out, they also suggested dressing up, which even on a normal day was a stretch for Charlotte. Why couldn't girls go out in a t-shirt and sweatpants? Oh, the things she yearned for. After working long days, all she wanted was to be able to relax, not shimmy herself into a tight black dress, which barely covered anything at all. Charlotte rolled her eyes at the dress Jules had laid out for her. It was all black lace except for little bits of velvet to cover her boobs and hips. What was the point of this? To be annoyed by boys while she tried to catch up with friends? It’d been years since she saw these girls from high school. Why would she choose to be bothered by fuckboys? But Jules had been persistent with her outfit choice for Charlotte, and wouldn’t let them leave her place until she consented to the dress.

Now at the bar, she desperately wished to be anywhere but there. It was crowded and smoky and Charlotte wanted to be away from everyone. She loved her friends, and was glad to get the chance to see them again, but the attention she was getting from the opposite sex was suffocating. She couldn't even go to the bar without getting groped, and when Charlotte turned around to confront the asshole who did it, he played it off like it was an accident in the densely populated bar. Everything about this experience was undesirable. Charlotte didn't necessarily mind going out, she just didn’t do it that often. When your job was being someone’s glorified bitch, it didn't leave much personal time. Whatever time was off the clock was usually spent preparing work and projects for the next day. The perks of wanting to be in the film industry.

The group was being thoroughly distracted by a bunch of typical Californian surfer boys. Charlotte couldn't believe half the things that were coming out of their mouth, so she excused herself from the table, not that anyone noticed much. They were too involved with themselves to realize that they were missing one person. Charlotte walked out of the bar and looked up at the sky. She tried to figure out what time it was and then calculate how many hours of sleep she was going to get before having to get up for work in the morning. It was even starting to get cold. January in southern California normally wasn't too bad, but being right on the water added another layer of chilliness.

To her left, Charlotte watched a boy and girl chat to each other. The longer she watched, it was clear it was less of a chat and more of an argument; one that the boy was not bound to win. He seemed to want to appease the girl more than anything, probably hoping if he did, he’d get laid tonight. But the girl wasn’t having it all. She slapped her palm against his chest, pouting her lips like a petulant child, unable of expressing emotion in a mature way. Charlotte couldn't believe that was the norm for her demographic. At twenty-four, she felt closer to middle age than anyone she knew. She liked to joke to her friends and coworkers that she was already halfway to the grave with no career and no accomplishments to show for her life. All she had to show was a Microsoft Outlook calendar and a call sheet for her successful boss.

And to her right, Charlotte spotted a boy just a few feet from her. He must’ve come up beside her while she was fixated on the arguing couple. When they made eye contact, the boy nodded his head upward quickly as a greeting. He didn’t say anything, made no notion of going to begin hitting on her. Charlotte had to admit she appreciated that. With the way she was dressed, she was half expecting to have to beat this guy off with a stick. But he just leaned on the railing of the pier and looked out at the water.

She turned around and chewed on her bottom lip. Despite actively not wanting the attention, she couldn't help but wonder why he wasn’t hitting on her. It was a double edged sword. She wanted to be acknowledged for how good she looked, but she didn’t want to be antagonized by drunk dudes. And yes, she understood how hypocritical that was. Charlotte had seen this guy in the bar. He showed up with a bunch of his friends, and the moment they walked in, they weren’t in short of female attention. She hadn’t been watching them too closely inside, but this guy wasn’t bad looking, so she figured he’d have no trouble landing a girl for the night.

Every so often, Charlotte caught him glancing her way. But every glance went without an introduction, and his attention returning to the crashing waves against the pier. Should she make the first move? It wasn't really her style because she didn’t want to start anything she wouldn't be able to finish. But then again, she had work in the morning, and she’d never see this guy again. Ah, what the hell.

“Nothing inside you like?” She flicked her eyes over to him. He seemed pleasantly shocked that she initiated any sort of conversation. But at this point, he didn't change his stance against the pier railing. Charlotte turned her head to look more squarely at him.

“Wasn’t really looking too hard,”

“Liar,” she was quick to point out. It caused him to let out a quick chuckle. From there he stood up straighter to turn around and rest his hips against the railing. It was then Charlotte realized the physical magnitude of the guy she was now talking to. Even with her heels, he must’ve been nearly a foot taller than her. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about what it’d be like to hook up with someone that tall. Could be fun.

He grinned and looked down at his feet quickly before looking back at her, “the girl I was interested in, left.”

Charlotte pursed her lips, “that’s unlucky. She leave with someone else?”

The boy sucked in a deep breath, “I didn't know, so I came out here to get some air. And I found her out here doing the same thing.”

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, “oh, aren’t you charming.”

He grinned boyishly and stuck out his hand towards her, “Darcy.”

Charlotte looked down at his hand and smiled, “that’s nice.”

Darcy tilted his head back and laughed, bringing his hand back and shoving it into his pocket. “I’m only in town for a couple days. For work,”

“What do you do?” Charlotte asked, smirking. She was having fun with this, mostly because Darcy didn't seem creepy to her. And if anything, despite his massive height advantage, he was pretty lanky, and Charlotte felt she could take him if she really needed to escape.

“I’m an athlete,”

Charlotte laughed now. “I bet that line works on all the girls,”

Darcy laughed and nodded in agreement, “it does but it also happens to be the truth.” He smiled at her, eyes flicking over her body quickly and subtly. “You doing anything better tonight?”

“Anything, or anyone?” She retorted. Her wit was going to get her in trouble one of these days.

“Both,”

Charlotte shook her head and grinned. How long had it been since she last slept with someone? She didn’t even want to admit it. Eight months? With Jerry, the most vanilla man on the face of the earth. And how many orgasms had she faked just so he wouldn't feel too inferior? She didn't want to admit that either. How she didn't have an Academy Award for best acting, she’d never know.

“I have this weird rule though,” Darcy began. He paused dramatically and Charlotte thought he was going to confess to some off-color kink that was sure to send her running. “I like to know the name of the girl I’m sleeping with.”

“Let’s not lie to ourselves,” she stepped closer to him. “We’re not sleeping together, we’re fucking each other.” The closer she got to him, the more she had to look up just in order to meet his eyes. “And it’s Charlotte,”

---

Charlotte stepped into the ritzy hotel room. She looked back just in time to see Darcy place the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door handle. She was going to question it, but sorted things out for herself when she saw two pieces of luggage. Clearly he was sharing this room, and judging by the massive amount of suits in the closet, he was sharing it with another man. Charlotte went to the window and looked out at the view. Despite the hotel being on the water, Darcy’s room was on the opposite side of the hotel with a view of downtown LA in the distance.

He came up behind her, but didn’t touch her. She only knew he was there because she sensed it; like how you sense when someone’s watching you. She looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at the view too. With her head turned, Darcy tilted his head down to look at her. Part of her wanted to ask what his number was. How many times had he done this on the road? Another part of her didn't want to know anymore information about him other than what pertained to the act they were about to take part in. Feelings didn’t matter. They both knew what this was.

Even if it wasn’t her style, Charlotte did end up making the first move again. She turned and got on her tip toes in order to curl her hands around Darcy’s neck and lead him down to her lips. It took such effort just to be able to kiss him. He giggled against her lips, knowing his height made things difficult and rather uncomfortable. After all, she’d only be able to remain on her tip toes for so long.

Darcy cupped her neck with one of his hands, his thumb stroking her cheek. The size of it left her in anticipation of what she’d be dealing with shortly. He set his other hand on the small of her back, keeping her up against him as much as possible. But when Charlotte fell back off her tip toes, Darcy decided to take things just a bit further to help out the process. He placed his hands on either side of her waist, and lifted her off her feet effortlessly. Darcy repositioned one hand on her ass as she wrapped her legs around him, and returned his other hand to her neck as they began kissing again.

He stepped forward until Charlotte’s back was pressed up against the window. It was cold against her back where the lace offered little coverage. She did her best to pull away from him despite them being so close to each other. But he understood what she was going for, and he looked down at her.

“Off,” she whispered, tugging at his shirt.

Darcy chuckled and pressed his hips forward, pinning her tighter against the window so he could move his hands. He tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor beside them. Charlotte was quick to move her hands to his chest as Darcy replaced his hands on her hips. Her previous notion that Darcy was lanky turned out to be fairly right. Sure he was well built and toned, but he didn’t have protruding muscles like football players. Tennis player, she wondered.

When their lips reconnected, Darcy moaned into Charlotte’s mouth, pressing his tongue against her lips until he forced it into her mouth. She tasted a hint of whiskey and hoped he wasn't too far gone to not finish tonight. She wanted this now.

With her legs wrapped around his body, Charlotte’s dress rode up, now just barely covering her body. And with the tightness of the dress, the black lace thong she wore offered very little coverage too. She rocked her hips up and down against his jeans, letting out little moans as the denim pressed against her.

“You look sexy as hell in this dress,” Darcy panted in between kisses. He positioned his hips closer to hers, giving her every and any opportunity she wanted to use him.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him until her lips were right at his ear. “I look better without it,” she moaned, biting his earlobe gently.

Darcy let out a low growl and whisked her away from the window, carrying her over to the bed. He was quick to crawl on top of her, returning their lips to their hasty meeting. But Charlotte pressed on his shoulder and wiggled herself around until she could push him over onto his back. He relented and looked down at her as she lowered herself further and further away from his mouth. Her hands worked skillfully on his jeans, and he lifted his hips to aid in her efforts of tearing his pants off his legs.

Soon, Charlotte was looking up into his eyes as she traced the outline of his cock with her tongue. Even from beneath his boxer briefs, she could tell his size was intimidating. This was going to be fun. Slowly, she curled her fingertips in the waistband and pulled his underwear down, exposing a little more of his member with each pull. When his briefs were discarded, Charlotte curled her fingers around the base of his dick, and angled her head to wrap her lips around the head. Darcy let out an exasperated moan, and Charlotte flicked her eyes back up to his as she licked along his length, getting it wet enough for her to stroke him.

Darcy put one arm behind his head and stared at her as she pushed lower. Her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft while she sucked in gently, creating a tight seal around him. He dropped his other hand to her, brushing her hair away from her face. When it began to get unmanageable because of the bobbing of her head, Darcy took her hair in his hand and held it in a ponytail. Charlotte moaned against him and he let out another appreciative moan. She couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of him. His mouth was upturned with a breathless smile; his eyes locked on every motion she made.

Charlotte removed her lips from him and began stroking him as she placed her lips on his balls. Darcy’s long moan turned into a string of giggles as she kissed and sucked on his sensitive skin. He set his head back on the bed, closing his eyes. It made her smile too, knowing that she could turn him on to that point. “Feel good?”

He looked back down at her, stomach flexing as her tongue passed over the underside of the head of his dick again. “Amazing,” he smiled.

The more his stomach flexed, the more Charlotte felt he’d had enough. She didn’t want him to finish before she got her fun in for the night. When she pulled her lips off of him and crawled up to sit on his waist, Darcy sat up too, helping her tug her tight dress over her head. Once it was off, he made the effort to try and flip them over so he could be on top now, but Charlotte pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him back down on the bed.

“I want to ride you,” she whispered, sitting back on his waist, rocking her hips back and forth against him while using her hands as leverage. She moved one hand to her waist, tugging her thong to the side. “For being athlete, you’re not too strong,”

Darcy smiled and looked up at her quickly, before returning his focus to the nightstand where his outstretched hand reached for the pack of condoms, “who says?”

“Me,” she bucked her hips forward, teasing him as her pussy slid over the underside of his shaft.

Darcy smiled to disengage with that conversation. As Charlotte backed up to pull off her thong, Darcy rolled the condom down his length. She came back up on his lap, grinning down at him. He licked his fingers quickly and brought them down to her pussy, rimming her entrance quickly. Her body shuddered, but she nullified that by sitting down on his cock. Her eyebrows furrowed as her body sunk lower on him, and before long, Charlotte let out a sharp yelp and pushed herself up a bit. Darcy had one hand on her hip, letting her take him at her own pace. She was a small girl, and he knew it'd take a moment for her body to acclimate.

“It’s so big,” she moaned, sitting back down on him. She took a little bit more of him this time; just over half of his length.

“You can do it,” he encouraged, lifting his hips up a little bit. Charlotte’s eyebrows furrowed and Darcy brought his hand back up to his mouth to lick his middle finger. He set it where their skin met, rubbing her clit softly. The more he did, the more he felt her body opening up for him, getting him further and deeper inside her.

With him bottomed out inside of her, Charlotte took his wrists in her hands and pushed them back against the bed. He fought against her playfully, but Charlotte found herself able to restrain his arms while she rocked back and forth on him. She began to moan louder as the man beneath her seemed to be there purely for her pleasure.

“See, not strong at all,” she smirked.

Darcy grinned devilishly, “it’s funny how you think you’re the one in charge here.”

“I’ve got you pinned beneath me, haven’t I?” She mocked, sitting all the way down on his length.

It was at this point she realized how wrong she had been in her assumption about Darcy, and his strength. Before she could even truly comprehend what was happening, he pushed against her hands, very easily overpowering her, and sat up and rotated around so he was on top. His dick stayed deep inside her, and now with Charlotte on her back, Darcy took control of her hands and held both her wrists above her head in one of his strong hands.

She looked up at him, now turned on more than ever. Did this scrawny little dude actually do that? Yes, the answer was yes. Charlotte groaned as Darcy reached around her and unclipped her bra, tugging it up her arms and eventually freeing her body of it completely. “Just fuck me, Jesus Christ. Give it to me,”

He grinned, vindicated, and used it to his advantage as he buried himself deep inside her repeatedly. Charlotte fought against his hands, but to no avail. He really was much stronger than she would've ever anticipated. She lifted her head as much as she could and let out a small whimper. It earned her exactly what she was hoping for, and Darcy bowed his head, planting a long, rough kiss on her lips. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it gently. Darcy growled again, and leaned over her body completely, using his free hand to reposition her legs over his shoulders one at a time.

Charlotte let out a soft grunt, looking directly into Darcy’s eyes as he sunk as deep into her as possible, their skin rubbing against each other. Beads of sweat gathered at his hairline the harder he worked, and this time when Charlotte pushed against his hand, he allowed her to move them. He dropped his hands to the bed on either side of her, using them to hold his chest off of hers just enough so he could continue pushing into her. With her body contorted in an unusual position, she lifted her hips off the bed to try to ease the pressure on her back. Darcy took it a step further and sat back on his knees, allowing her legs to fall around his waist. He set his thumb on her clit and rubbed it in small, quick circles, matching the pace of his thrusts, which were getting faster just to get her on edge.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she moaned and placed her hands over her breasts as his thrusts made her body bounce along the bed.

Darcy lifted his eyebrows quickly and smirked, grabbing onto her wrists again, and pulled them away from her breasts and held her arms out to her side. He shook his head as he moved one hand from her wrist to cup her neck, and Charlotte followed his hand with hers, setting it on top of his wrist as he held her. She didn’t know if he was shaking his head because she covered her breasts, or because she was going to come. She decided it was probably the former, since his movement got much more erratic after he held her neck; like he was pouring every little bit of his energy into getting her off. And it worked; flawlessly. Charlotte came undone, squeezing her legs around his waist. Even Darcy reacted to her orgasm. With her muscles squeezing around his shaft, he shut his eyes and bared his teeth, leaning back over her body completely.

Charlotte wrapped her arm around his back, squeezing the back of his neck gently as she finished. She could feeling a throbbing inside of her but she wasn't entirely sure if it was her or Darcy. Slowly, she kissed his jaw and trailed up to his ear, “I take it back, you’re strong.”

He laughed softly and turned his head to look down at her. His hands now rested on either side of her neck as his hips circled into her. She could tell he was close by the way he bit on his lower lip as though any noise to slip past them would send him reeling.

She pressed her lips to his, taking the initiative to push her tongue into his mouth to play with his. Her mouth dropped open when his thrusts turned into sharp, long, jabs, “am I gonna make you come?” She teased and squeezed her muscles around him, holding him tight.

Darcy nodded and placed his lips on her neck as he let out a long moan. He pushed into her once, holding still. Then again, and her entire body moved up on the bed. And the third, Darcy pressed a hand against the headboard to keep them still. Charlotte could feel his dick twitching inside of her, and she knew he was filling the condom. She studied his face; the seriousness in his eyes matched the boyishness of his smile. When he finished, he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back. Charlotte smiled and looked over at him.

That was the part she always felt odd about with one night stands. After doing something so intimate, there was a detachment. Not that she was catching any sort of feelings. Not by any means. But it was weird; no cuddling, no mention of future plans, just turning on their backs and catching their breath. Charlotte glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and decided it was time to go. Work and little sleep was calling. She rolled over and kissed Darcy quickly as she sat up and swung her legs out of bed. He sat up and adjusted the pillows behind his back to sit up, silently watching as Charlotte gathered her clothes, scattered on the floor. When she’d found all of them, she walked to the bathroom, and closed the door halfway behind her.

From the bed, Darcy could see her in the mirror, beginning to get redressed, “I’ve got a couple more nights in town.”

Charlotte put her bra back on first, focusing carefully on hooking it behind her back, “oh?”

Darcy grinned at her brevity. He ran his hands over the sheets they did a pretty good job of messing up. “If you want to do this again,”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked at herself in the mirror as she slid her thong back into place and picked up her dress. She sorted out how she was going to tug the thing back on, and pulled it over her head. “Maybe,”

“I’m not a good enough lay for you?” he joked and stood, scratching the back of his head as he searched the floor for his boxer briefs.

Charlotte rolled her eyes to herself and stretched herself to zip up the back of the dress. “Well you didn’t eat me out,” she mocked and leaned in closer to the mirror to clean up her eye makeup so it didn’t necessarily look like she’d just gotten fucked.

Darcy laughed loudly and grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of his suitcase and slid them up his legs until they hung low on his hips, “looks like we have to do this again then so I can make that up to you.”

Satisfied, Charlotte gave herself one more look over and then pulled open the bathroom door, partially shocked to see Darcy half dressed, “looks like it.” She took a minute to focus on her phone, calling herself an Uber before anything else. When one was on its way, she pulled a notepad and pen out of the nightstand and scribbled her number on it. She left it there and looked up at Darcy, “I’ve got work in the morning.”

“Yeah, for sure.” He glanced at her number and smiled. As he pulled a t-shirt over his head, Charlotte’s voice halted him.

“What’re you doing?”

He pushed his hair back and grinned, “I’m gonna walk you down.”

She shook her head, “why? No,”

“Make sure you get in the car okay,” he persisted, following her to the door after she’d grabbed her purse.

“No, I’ll be fine. It’ll be out front by the time I get down there.” She pulled open the hotel room door and looked back at Darcy, “call me if you want to do this again.”

She turned and walked away from him. At the end of the hall as she waited for the elevator, she spotted Darcy out of the corner of her eye, leaning against his doorframe, watching her. She figured he’d stay there until he saw her get into the elevator. And when the doors opened, she didn’t look back at him as one final goodbye, she just stepped in and clicked the button for the lobby.

Notes

"Why We Call Each Other" by Dustin Lynch.

First, Darcy Kuemper is an actual ray of light and I was sad that he didn't have much of anything on here, so this is appeasing me, and I hope you enjoy it too!

Second, a lot of these might be named after Dustin Lynch songs because I'm obsessed with his new album and just saw him in concert #sorrynotsorry

Third, I am going to try to upload this along with "Going by the Book", but to be honest I'm much more inspired with this one

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