The Ramblings of a Loan Shark (NC17 Charlie/shark)

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The Sharks story…  The ramblings of a loan shark   (NC17  Shark/Charlie)

Author: Pippin’s Penny

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Charlie & the shark

Disclaimer:  I don’t know them, ummmm, they are not even real people.

Summary:  The shark has his own thoughts on their little affair…

Angst, implied character death, sex

 

A/N This is a follow up to The Loan, this is the sharks POV. 

 

You might want to read The Loan first if you haven’t yet 

 

 

Chapter 1 here

 

 

Chapter 2

 

I couldn’t stop thinking about him after that.  I was very close to having an unhealthy obsession.  It’s just that I never met anyone quite like him, or that has had the affect on me like he has.  I don’t quite understand it myself.  I know Charlie is no virginal angel, but there is an innocence there, a genuine sweet charm combined with that hot bad boy exterior that I was compelled and drawn to.  He made my morning wanks a hell of a lot more interesting lately.        

 

Of course, I am no virgin either.  I tried having girlfriends, but I couldn’t inflict my distasteful lifestyle on anyone, even if I did find someone that I cared enough about.  So, my love life has been reduced to quick meaningless fucks in cheap motels, quickies in the back of the limo, strip club lap dances, and my morning wanks in the shower.      

 

I kept showing up at his shows, I needed to watch him, to drink him in. I wanted to learn everything about him.  He was so fffucking sexy on stage.  I more I saw of him, the more I wanted him.  I was NOT brought up this way, and it disgusted, shocked and turned me on to no end.  

 

When we went to his flat the next day, I was actually excited.  William and Dominic noticed.  They wanted to know what was up; I just told them that I was looking forward to slapping that wee bitch around.  I don’t need those two fuckwits reporting back to my father.  

 

I knew Charlie wouldn’t have the money.  I hoped that I didn’t look too thrilled about it.  When we got there, I sent the two arse wipes out immediately after they checked his flat.  I knew what I wanted to get from Charlie tonight, and I knew that he would give it to me.  What choice did he have?   Okay, I used my job and position to seduce him.  Big deal, it’s done all the time.  I certainly am not above that.  In fact, I usually do much worse.    

 

I remember looking at his face, up close, that rather large nose, protruding ears, prominent jaw line, and his eyes, so blue and fiery.  I adored it all.  

 

I didn’t want to make him cry.  I think if I had seen any signs of him crying I would have dropped to my knees and begged his forgiveness.  But he didn’t cry.  He shut his stereo off, and walked right back over to me.  His head down but his smoldering eyes intensely looking up at me, almost a slight smile on his lips.  I swear, the way he looked at me, I could have came right there. Was it my imagination, or did he seem interested in me as well?  We just looked at each other for a moment and I pushed him down to his knees before I creamed my pants right in front of him.  That would have impressed him, eh? 

 

I have no idea how I managed to hold off as long as I did.  Charlie at first coyly worked me with his hands, those lovely rough hands. Every calloused touch, every rough texture was killing me.  But I needed his mouth, I gently encouraged him on and he obliged. 

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah…” 

 

I silently chanted his name and I held off as long as humanly possible.  I decided against the name calling this time, Charlie didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.  Then…

 

“CCCCCharlie… fuck…. yeah…. Suck me, suck me, tha’s so good, ahhhhh yeahhhh,”

 

I had the most amazing orgasm.  And Charlie, bless him, took it all.  I didn’t expect him to do that.  I remember feeling weak.  So completely spent, almost lightheaded, I dropped to my knees and held onto him for support.  He did not shove me away, he allowed me to hold him while I regained my strength. I took my time.  I luxuriated in his arms, his scent, so masculine.

 

“Are you alright, mate?  Was it okay?”  He asked.  Okay?  Was he fucking kidding me? 

Comments

[bunnysummers.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh...more insight into the shark's mind. Am enjoying this perspective alot. The last two paragraphs are particularly effective. I love the use of the word "luxuriated" -- it reveals alot.

[pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I agree!!!

[helena-s-renn.livejournal.com]

i like seeing the shark's more human side here, the more relaxed and reflective thoughts. he was a lot more anxious than you got to see when the story was being told from charlie's perpective. the way he refers to his lackies is funny. good sense of humor in wee shark! the part i liked best, even though this might be strange, was the 2nd paragraph, as we learned his history up to the present, in regards to relationships (or non-relationships, is it were.) cheers!

[pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com]

Thanks! yeah, his sense of humor surprised me too! But there it is! I felt his past was important to his personality today.