by London Casey
Jackson put his hand into my lap.
Almost instantly, he dug his fingers into my inner thigh.
I jumped and almost spilled all the wine.
“Shit,” I said. I looked at him. “What are you doing?”
“Are you okay, Callie?” Miranda asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Jackson must have thought we were home, he wanted to play with my clit.”
Liam coughed on his wine.
“Holy shit,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
Jackson laughed.
He wasn’t offended by what I said. Or that I called him out.
Of course he wasn’t.
Nothing could ever bother him.
“Well, you two must be wild in bed,” Miranda said. “That honeymoon phase is good stuff.”
“Is the honeymoon over for you two?” I asked.
I was on my second glass of wine and didn’t care.
“It’s fine,” Liam said. “We’re still happy. Just busy.”
“That doesn’t seem accurate,” Jackson said. “You two are stiff.”
“Sorry, our world doesn’t revolve around sex, money, and fake marriages. No offense, Callie. I’m sure you have your reasons for this farce.”
“Well… I like money,” I said. “And sex. And Jackson has a really nice cock.”
Miranda rolled her eyes and looked at Liam.
“Uh, so, I guess our food should be coming out soon,” Liam said.
“I’m starving,” Jackson said. “Need to refuel so I can fuck my wife when I get home.”
“Seriously?” Liam asked. “You’re going to act like that?”
“Come on, we’re just lifting the mood,” Jackson said.
“I’m sorry if I’m being inappropriate,” I said. “This is all just crazy. Right?”
“It’s certainly something,” Miranda said.
“Better than waiting around for something to happen,” Jackson said.
“So how long does this last?” Liam asked. “Between you two?”
“Not sure,” I said. “What about you two? I mean, you’re engaged, right? When’s the big day?”
Jackson snorted.
“You’re an asshole, Jackson,” Miranda said.
“Oh, that one hurt so bad,” Jackson said.
“We don’t have a date yet,” Liam said, overpowering Jackson and Miranda. “We are just taking it slow. We’re both at a point where our careers have a chance to grow, so why rush anything? We’re together. What else matters?”
“I guess nothing,” I said. “Good for you. I mean, who cares, right? I don’t even know if I believe in any of that stuff. Engagement rings. Marriage. Why can’t you just be with someone?”
“You really think that?” Jackson asked me.
I looked at him. “Yeah. Why does anyone else have to get involved in it, you know?”
“You’re just saying that because you married him for money,” Miranda said.
“True,” I said. “But, again, I like money.”
“And my cock,” Jackson said.
“I heard,” Miranda said. “I’m so happy for you. And your cock.”
“Can we stop with the cock talk?” Liam asked.
“Fine,” Jackson said. “We are now a cock-free table.”
Other people started to look at us.
I looked at Jackson.
We both smiled.
I liked being obnoxious with him.
It was kind of our thing.
He reached under the table for my hand but didn’t try anything funny this time.
He just wanted to hold my hand.
Jackson’s hands grabbed my ass tight.
He pulled me down on his cock just as he started to come.
I threw my head back and let out a murderous scream as his cock pumped its load into me.
My breasts hung in his face and he buried his face between them, trading between left and right, kissing, flicking his tongue at my sensitive nipples, all the while his ass flexed, lifting, making sure there wasn’t a droplet left inside of him.
I was still wearing my dress.
He was still in his suit.
After all that couch teasing… I knew where I wanted this to happen.
Plus, after surviving dinner with Liam and Miranda, we both deserved a reward.
The conversation there switched from dry to awkward for two full hours until it was time to leave.
So the second I got into the apartment with Jackson, I pulled him to the couch.
I had decided to surprise him by not wearing any panties.
I sat him down, unzipped his pants, and the rest was beautiful and wild history.
I slowly rocked my hips back and forth a few more times, groaning each time I did so. He was just so… full… all the time…
Then I looked down at Jackson and took a deep breath.
“That was good,” he whispered.
“It was alright,” I said.
I wiggled my hips and stood up, leaving his cock aching and dripping… begging for more.
I lifted my dress over my breasts and kissed the air.
Jackson put his head back and took a deep breath.
I walked to the fridge to get a drink while Jackson aired his cock out.
“So, I have to ask, what’s the deal with your friend?”
Jackson laughed. “Liam? He’s… I’m not sure. He and Miranda have a strange thing going on.”
“They’re engaged though, right?”
“I guess,” he said. He started to adjust himself back into his pants. “All I can do is be there for him.” He stood up. “Right?”
“True,” I said. “They seem toxic.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“He likes the attitude and the resistance,” I said. “She’s like some challenge to him, you know?”
“You picked up on that?” he asked.
“It’s not hard to do,” I said. “I hope they figure it out. If that’s what a real engagement and soon-to-be marriage is, I’m glad we’re fake married.”
I handed Jackson a beer.
“Hey,” he said. “Cheers to fake marriages. This is the way to do it.”
“Agreed,” I said.
We clanked the bottles together and took a drink.
I looked at the bouquet of flowers again and shook my head.
“You know, you really are a jerk,” I said.
“That I am, sweetie,” he said. He closed in on me. “A jerk that’s going to spend the night, right?”
I pushed him away. “We’ve already fucked. I don’t need you here anymore.”
“Damn,” he said. “You make Miranda seem nice.”
“Don’t ever say that again,” I said with a smile. “Plus, if you’re staying, you don’t have pajamas to wear.”
“I’ll wear my birthday suit,” he said. “Just like you will too.”
“You think you’re getting seconds?” I asked.
Jackson nodded. “I can predict the future. And in a few minutes, I’m going to be inside you again.”
I laughed.
He slipped a hand to the small of my back and pulled me close.
Our eyes met and we both fell into complete silence.
Just staring.
Not kissing.
Not dirty touching.
Not hurrying to have sex again.
Just… staring…
Ut-oh.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jackson
Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday we spent at my place.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday we spent at Callie’s place.
It was kind of becoming this schedule between us.
I made sure she had food in her fridge.
She made sure to try and leave a bra dangling from the back of my couch.
When that happened, I hooked my finger under the bra and walked it right over to her apartment.
That’s where I drew the line.
Jus
t to be herself, Callie walked to the fridge and brought me the dozen eggs I had bought so I could cook her breakfast one morning.
Not only did she bring it to me, she slammed it against my chest, breaking seven of the twelve eggs.
I smiled.
I never wanted someone so bad in all my life.
I closed a folder on my desk and exhaled a long breath and yawned.
Three in the afternoon and I was tired.
That’s because Callie had me up until well past two. Every time we tried to watch some girly chick flick, all I had to do to stop the pain was flick between her legs against her soft clit and it was like turning the key on in a fast car.
She would jump me in her bed and ride me until she had no more breath.
Back and forth… back and forth…
I stood up from my desk and saw Callie in her office, on her phone.
Leaning forward, looking at her computer screen, laughing.
My eyes - of course - looked right at her cleavage.
I knew what was under there.
My hands and mouth had savored her…
I cleared my throat and walked out of my office to hers.
I gave a quick knock and she looked at me.
“Let me call you back, Frank,” she said.
“Frank?” I asked.
“Yeah. Problem?”
“What are you getting done for graphics?” I asked.
“None of your business.”
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Again… none of your business.”
“You’re not taking on one of Vince’s crazy ideas, are you? Is it the space thing? You know Eddie told him it was stupid.”
“I like a challenge.”
“Not with this.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” Callie asked.
“For this, I am,” I said. “He’ll lose his pants in the deal. The company will suffer. This is a bad idea, Callie.”
“I’m sorry, are you my boss?”
I curled my lip. I moved closer to her.
She turned to face off with me.
God, she’s fucking beautiful. She’s fucking bold and perfect and…
I touched her face.
I slowly grinned.
“Are you done?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. I lowered my lips to hers for a quick kiss. “My place tonight?”
“No,” she said. “Mine.”
“No chick flicks.”
“No pizza.”
“Then what are we going to eat?” I asked.
“Make me something,” she said.
“I’ll make you dinner, sweetie.”
She pushed at my chest. “Go. I’m busy today.”
I walked out of her office and looked back over my shoulder.
She was still staring at me.
That’s when something hit me.
We had just done that entire thing without anyone around or watching.
Did that mean it was real?
I made a stir-fry for Callie.
I went total fancy for her too. Complete with her choice of meat. She picked steak, chicken and shrimp, so I cooked some of each.
When she requested I cook shirtless, I did.
She sat at the counter and drank beer like she was one of the guys.
I had everything just about ready to go when Callie stood up and stepped behind me.
I looked down and watched her hands reach into the front of my shorts.
Both hands touching my cock while pushing my shorts down, letting my cock pop free.
She must have forgotten my size because if I didn’t jump back my cock would have been part of the stir-fry.
That probably would have been Callie’s favorite part for sure.
I turned the burner off and stepped back to give myself more room.
Both of her pretty little hands stroked up and down my thickness.
Root to tip. Tip to root. Base to head. Head to base.
Then she stroked in opposite directions.
I sucked in a breath and shook my head.
“You want the special sauce right in the stir-fry?” I asked. I spun around. “Or should I put it somewhere else?”
I grabbed Callie by the hips and picked her up.
I walked her to the counter with my steel rod straight forward.
I put her on her feet and grabbed the sides of her pants.
God bless stretchy pajama pants…
I pulled them down with ease and lowered myself to my knees before her.
I had a new rule in life.
If Callie wasn’t going to wear panties, I was going to find a way to eat her sweetness whenever I could. It was like leaving a candy bar unwrapped and not expecting someone to steal a piece for themselves.
I buried my face between her legs, making her cry out.
My nose nuzzled her clit, making sure I would smell her for the rest of the night.
I groaned and my mouth watered like I hadn’t eaten in days.
I wasn’t shooting for her to come. I was just teasing. Playing. Licking her lips with force. Teasing her clit for a few seconds. Lowering down a little more and thrusting my tongue to her tightness. She puckered to my tongue and I smiled.
I stood back up and grabbed her hips again and sat her on the counter.
“You’re ruining dinner plans, sweetie,” I said.
“Something tells me you don’t mind,” she whispered.
I moved forward and pressed my cock to her body.
She jumped and smiled.
I rested my forehead to hers and entered her beautiful body.
All around me I smelled two things.
Stir-fry… and pussy…
I looked up to the ceiling in the kitchen and felt Callie’s head resting on my chest.
“Any other rooms we need to take care of in this apartment?” I asked.
“There’s plenty of nooks and crannies. Enough for some quickies and hand-jobs.”
I laughed. “I love… that you talk like that…”
I hurried to sit up, taking Callie with me.
Don’t ask what I was really going to say. I was going to say nothing.
“What about your place?” she asked.
“Oh, I’ve fucked in every room. Dozens of times. You’re not the only ghost in that place, Callie.”
“But I bet I’m the loudest and the one you’ll never forget.”
I smiled. “I won’t argue with that.”
It bothered me that she implied this arrangement was going to end.
But of course it was going to end.
This wasn’t real. This wasn’t forever. This was something to do for now. It was fun. It killed some time. And if anything, maybe Callie and I could end up as friends. Get our bonus, shake hands, and go our separate ways.
I leaned toward her.
“Hey, Jackson,” she said.
“What?”
“Want to know what I’m thinking?”
“Sure.”
“Your balls are resting on my kitchen floor,” she said. “That’s so weird.”
“That’s what you’re thinking about?”
Callie hugged her knees, hiding her breasts. She smiled so… whew…
I choked on my own breath for a second.
I got to my feet and helped her up.
We stood in the kitchen, butt naked together, and I touched her hips.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “No crazy stuff now.”
“Oh, now she’s hungry,” I said.
“That’s right. So feed me. Or no more hot n’ heavy lovin’…”
She turned and went to find her clothes.
I looked at the stir-fry and snapped my fingers. “Shit. I forgot something. I need water chestnuts.”
“Water what?” Callie asked.
“You’ll see. I have them at my place. I’ll be right back.”
I walked to the door.
“Uh, Jackson… your clothes?”
I walked out into the hallway and down to my door.
I entered my apartment and got the can of water chestnuts.
It was nice having our apartments touching. It gave a sense of being apart yet together.
When I opened the apartment door and stepped out, Nancy from three doors down was in the hallway.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I put the can of water chestnuts over my dick, but the can wasn’t big enough.
She looked at me and gasped.
“Dry cleaners lost all my clothes,” I said. “Last time I go with some coupon from online, right?”
Nancy swallowed hard and hurried to the main door.
I shrugged my shoulders and went back to Callie’s.
She was dressed and standing over the stir-fry with a fork.
“Sorry,” she said. “This is fucking good.”
I tossed the can of water chestnuts to the counter. “I guess I didn’t need these.”
“Grab a fork,” she said.
I laughed. “I gave Nancy a show.”
“You didn’t,” she said.
“I couldn’t help it. That can was too small to cover this beast.”
I wiggled my hips and made my cock slap from side to side.
“Put some pants on,” Callie said. “I can’t be distracted by that thing.”
I put my shorts back on and grabbed a fork.
We stood together, eating the stir-fry right out of the pan.
It was warm and it was perfect.
Each time we looked at each other, we smiled.
When we both had our fill, I got us each a bottle of beer.
As we leaned against the counter, Callie pointed with the bottle of beer.
“That corner is nice,” she said. “The way it touches the windows. You can see the city. It’s cozy.”
I looked down at her. “Okay. You win.”
I put my beer down and grabbed her hand.
She laughed as I dragged her to the corner.
It was time for a quickie or a hand-job…
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Callie
I grabbed Jackson’s hand as we approached the little, vegan restaurant. It was the kind of place where you’d wonder how the place could still be open. It was always dark and quiet and… vegan. No offense, but this girl needed meat.