She stands up, wiggles her hips before turning, and saying, “You better move out the way, because I’m going to nail this orgasm.” Then she licks her lips again.
Cussing under my breath, I move away and watch her take the same shot as I did and she nails it. Jumping up and down, she runs to me and throws herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and smacking her lips on mine in a quick kiss.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever played mini golf and gotten a point straight off the bat, kinda thing, you know? That was so cool.” She climbs off me. “Where’s number two?”
I point in the general direction, and before I can even slow her down, she shoots toward it. Stopping a few feet away, she tosses her hair over her shoulder as she gives me a steaming, come hither look and asks, “You coming.”
“Nearly,” I whimper, watching her sexy, curvy ass disappear around the corner to the ‘masturbator.’ I can’t wait for her reaction to this one.
Catching up to her, I wrap my arms around her and whisper into her ear, “I want to watch you do that and soon.”
She shivers. “As long as you do it with me. I want you to stand between my legs and watch me while I watch you jerking off.” Shoving her ass into my dick, she pushes away from me, and mumbles, “Now we have that out of the way. How the hell does this one work?”
I’m actually afraid to open my mouth incase nothing comes out. I chuckle, because any more of this and I’m going to be coming where I stand. I should have known that declaring no sex and bringing her here would be one long and torturous afternoon.
I clear the restriction in my throat, close my eyes and count to ten before opening them again to stare at Callie’s backside as she bends over to take the shot, having figured the workings out. She’s sexy as fuck. I turn back to the ‘masturbator,’ which has been designed as a woman leaning back on one of her elbows with her head thrown back and her fingers holding her pussy lips open, which is where the balls shoot out…like now.
“I like this game. Your turn.”
I’m not even sure I can walk, let alone move enough to take a shot. And she knows it, standing there leaning on her golf club, waiting and grinning.
Trying to clear my head of the vision of Callie in that position, I walk over and take the shot as I feel her pinch me on the ass.
Before I can retaliate she’s off to hunt out number three when all I want to do is drag her back to my apartment and rip the clothes from her body. I also know what she’s going to think when she sees the next one, or rather what it’s going to remind her of. It’s titled ‘threesome.’
Rounding the corner she has a stunned expression on her face. “We didn’t try that one or at least in that position. I was on my hands and knees.”
“You serious?” She can’t possibly want to try that. “Callie…do you mean, you want to be with both of us again, like that?” I ask the thought that is making my brain crazy. I’m not sure I’d be able to share her. Not like that.
She doesn’t answer and continues staring at the scene of a woman lying spread out on a bed, her head hanging off the end with a man standing, his legs open and his cock in her mouth, with another guy kneeling between the woman’s thighs with his dick in her cunt. It’s one hell of a sexy picture, one I’m hoping she doesn’t want to experience.
“It’s hot,” she whispers, “but, no. I don’t want to be with both of you again. I like Donovan and I enjoyed being with you both together, but I just want you.”
Thump! Yep, that was my heart dropping to my fuckin’ toes.
I clench my teeth and grab her hand before pulling her toward the exit. “This was a bad idea.”
I’m beating myself up for bringing her here with all the sexual pictures everywhere and fuck knows how she’d react if we stayed and she saw the ‘gaygasm’ hole.
She has me ready to drop her jeans, bend her over the bench beside the course before releasing my cock and fucking her senseless, and it’s my own damn fault. What’s wrong with me wanting to torturer us like this? I bet if I slip my fingers into her jeans she’d be wet.
“Grrr.”
“Okay. Stop right now.” She pulls up short, which effectively brings me to a halt with the exit in site. “Oh, my, God…that’s…that’s…hot.”
Gaygasm!
Instead of blushing and turning away, which I’d prefer, she walks toward the picture with the four men in various positions of pleasuring the other. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t make me squirm a bit, and I don’t mean in a pleasure kinda way. I mean it would any straight guy, but finding that my girl finds it hot is an eye opener.
The picture is of a guy standing with his legs spread and his cock half buried in the mouth of another guy who is on his knees with his arms wrapped around the standing guys hips. But it doesn’t stop there because there is a third guy on his hands and knees behind the standing guy with his mouth working the cock of the guy kneeling while a guy kneels behind him with his cock in his ass. It’s definitely a piece of artwork that you have to see to make heads or tails of it.
“Wow. I never imagined men did that. I mean four guys. Holy fuck.” Now my girl blushes. “You know. I think you need to take me somewhere private on your bike and strip us both out of our jeans so I can ride you. Because after a combination of these,” she waves her arms around, “and you, I’m wet as hell. I’m just surprised I’m not leaking through my jeans.”
I pounce on her. She doesn’t stand a chance. Before she can move, I have her locked in my arms, my lips on hers and my tongue in her mouth, searching for and finding her tongue.
She wraps her legs around me, and starts grinding against my ready to burst dick. I break the kiss. “Callie…” I don’t finish. She’s kissing me like crazy as though her body and what it needs has taken over, and it’s going for what it wants, which is the same as what mine wants.
No…no…no. We can’t do this.
Slowing the kiss, I breathe heavily into her neck where I’ve buried my face. “We have to stop.” I nibble her neck and feel her shudder against me. Lifting my head, I rest my forehead against hers. “I was serious about no sex.” I close my eyes and count to ten. “I thought it would be hot to bring you here and like, I don’t know, tease I guess. In reality, I was leading with my other head.” I grin.
She bursts into laughter, which breaks some of the sexual tension surrounding us. “Now that does not surprise me.” She inhales, releasing her legs from around my waist. “C’mon. Let’s go. I’m not sure I can take anymore of this.”
“Neither can I.” I arrange my cock into a more comfortable position before taking her hand and quickly leading her toward the exit.
Chapter 17
Callie
“This is nice,” I comment, leaning against Reece’s chest, sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around my stomach. After the eye opening mini golf game, Reece brought me here so we’d bought a picnic from the deli across the road and settled under this tree.
This is the version of Reece I fell for back in Alabama; the sexy charming guy who acts like he cares. Not the ass from the other week. Not that I have any complaints, but when he’s not trying to get into my panties, I fall a little bit more. Although he’d deny it, he’s a sweet guy who just needs to be kept on the straight and narrow instead of on his bad boy ass.
Hearing shouting, I focus back on the group of teens playing football not too far from us, which Reece has been engrossed in for the past ten minutes.
If I wasn’t so comfortable against him, I’d suggest he go join them, which I know he wants. But I’m being selfish and want to stay wrapped in his arms watching the world go by.
“You asleep?” Reece whispers, obviously not wanting to wake me up if I am. I smile, but stay silent because I’m interested in what he’ll do or say next. He kisses my head as he moves one of his hands up and starts to stroke my hair all the while he keeps his lips pressed against the top of my head. “You frighten the life out of me,” he mumbles. “But y
ou’re mine because it would kill me to see you with anyone else…I just hope like hell I don’t screw it up.” He kisses me again, still keeping his lips against the top of my head.
I have tears in my eyes listening to him. My big badass guy frightened of little me. My heart flutters as a tear escapes. I reach up to swipe at it and Reece’s smoothing touch to my hair stops.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Um. I wasn’t asleep.”
I turn in his arms and rest my chin on his chest while making eye contact with him. “If I’m your girl,” I smile, “does that mean you’re my guy?” My smile turns into a grin. “And does that mean I can punch anyone who thinks you’re free.”
He starts laughing, which is what I’d hoped when I saw panic flicker across his eyes. I sit straddling him, and wiggle around trying to get comfortable. The mood suddenly changes as well as the growing bulge beneath me. So I wiggle some more.
Grabbing my hips, he holds me still. “I’m going to end up having a very long cold shower when I get home after the way you’ve been writhing around on my dick all day.”
“Hmm. If you’re going to be having a cold shower, then we might as well get hot and bothered.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and leaning in, nibble his ear. He catches his breath pushing me down firmly on top of his arousal. Smiling against his neck, I nibble my way down to his collarbone and back up to his jaw. I lick along his bottom lip before dipping inside.
He gives me open access to his mouth, which I explore with my tongue. He tastes of the lemonade that we drank with the picnic and there’s a trace of the sugary donut he ate for dessert.
I’m so tuned into him that my body is ready for him. My nipples are hard, erect buds pressing against his chest, and I’m so wet that I’m tempted to tell him to shove his hand into my jeans to discover what he does to me.
There is no way he can hide what I do to him because the evidence is long, hard and thick, pulsing against where I need him the most. He’s showing some restraint by letting me lead, although I don’t think he’ll last much longer with the way he’s breathing – heavily.
He grips my hips and seals his mouth to mine. Our teeth bump. I grind against him, moaning into his mouth as he captures my tongue.
We’re putting on one hell of a hot show for anyone who’s watching. I’m moving frantically on top of Reece, while he consumes me with his mouth.
I’m so close to coming; I can’t stop – not this time. He’s been teasing me all day, but not anymore. We’ve spent the day together; we’ve talked so now it’s time for a different kinda talk. I just need to try and focus on the fact that we’re in a very public place.
Breaking from the kiss, I open my mouth to tell him we need to go somewhere less open, but nothing comes out as he bites down on one of my nipples through my shirt sending a wave of heat straight to my core; making me throb even more.
“I want my jeans off,” I say in a rush as his other hand moves up inside my shirt to cover my other breast. I shiver while he lavishes both my nipples with pleasure.
“We’re in the park.” He pinches both my nipples.
My lust filled gaze meets his. “I don’t care. Touch me, Reece… Please. Undo my jeans and touch me,” I beg.
“Jesus fuck! I’m struggling right now,” he growls. “You keep talking like that I’m going to be embarrassing myself by coming in my jeans.”
He unbuttons my jeans and yanks the zipper down before sliding a hand inside the tight space. As his fingers slip between my slick folds, I’m sure my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure.
“Oh God, baby.” He lifts my shirt to uncover my breasts and starts sucking them alternatively with his hot, wet mouth.
I arch my back, resting my hands behind me on his knees as I rock back and forth on his dick and fingers…and then…I start shaking apart.
My climax hits me suddenly. One minute I’m in pleasure overload and the next my stomach muscles tighten and my orgasm starts.
It’s too much. It’s not stopping. It has to stop. Oh God!
“Stop,” I moan not having the strength to knock his fingers away.
He finally removes his fingers from the front of my jeans and I watch as he licks his fingers clean before letting his head drop back against the tree. His teeth clamping together while he takes uneven breaths. His hands are clenched into fists and his dick is huge, which I can see pulsing through his jeans. He needs to come. But, how can I relieve him here in the park, it will be a bit more obvious if I whip him out of his jeans.
I look around us and realize everyone has gone. No kids playing ball – thank God. No one. Taking a deep breath, I zip my jeans back up and meet the lust filled gaze of my guy.
I grin and move to sit further back on his legs just before I start to stroke him through his jeans.
He groans. “Callie.”
“Shush. No one’s around.”
I undo his jeans, letting his throbbing cock burst out into my waiting hands.
“I’m gonna come, Callie.” He gulps, looking embarrassed. “Watching you...was so fucking hot.”
Bending over him, I suck the leaking mushroom head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his piercing before releasing him. After teasing him for a few minutes with my tongue flicking the silver, I slide him as far as he can go without choking me and start to jack him off with my hands on his balls and the root of him and my mouth working him over. The only warning I get that he’s about to come is the grip on my hair as he tries to move my mouth from him, but I shake my head and suck him deep.
He arches his hips and groans – loudly – as he starts releasing. I swallow everything he has and refuse to move from him until he’s completely spent, but he eventually pulls my mouth away.
“Babe…I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He pulls me up to lie against his chest and wraps his arm around me while his breathing returns to normal. “Thank you,” he whispers before placing a kiss to my forehead.
Sitting back up, I tuck him into his jeans. “I’ll let you zip so I don’t get anything caught up in the zipper.”
He laughs. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“Definitely not.”
Snuggling back against his chest, I ask, “Will you tell me about your sisters?”
He groans, which makes me smile. “Okay. What do you want to know?”
Why do guys do that? Answer a question with a question? “Their names would be a start and go from there.”
“Okay. I have five sisters. Jessie is the youngest at fourteen, followed by Robin at fifteen, and Mara who has just turned eighteen.” He sighs. “This is boring.”
I smack his arm. “Not to me, and you’ve missed two.”
“Sarah is twenty and Amanda is twenty-two. My folks are divorced, no idea where my dad is, and my mom is a shrink. I’ve not seen my dad for years and when I go home I get mobbed by my sisters who always act as though they haven’t seen me for years. So I guess you can say I’m close to them although they’re probably relieved I don’t live so close anymore because I was kind of a hindrance to their dating.”
I look up and catch the huge grin splitting his face. “Hmmm. I can imagine you frightening them all.”
He laughs. “Yeah, but it wasn’t just me. Donovan and Phoenix were usually standing beside me. We had some laughs, until of course, Mara started following Donovan everywhere so he finally stopped coming around to the house.” He shrugs. “She’s still a pain in my ass.”
Interesting. “Doesn’t Donovan like her? I mean there’s only eight years between them.”
He stills. “No fucking way. He’s too old for her and there is no way he’s getting close to one of my sisters, and yes I’d feel this way if it was Amanda with only four years age difference. I’ve been friends with him for a long time and I know what he’s like with the girls – he’s not doing that shit to one of my sisters.” He shudders.
Grinning, I look up and meet his gaze, and then
tease, “Are you sure it’s that or is it simply that you don’t want to imagine one of your sisters having…”
He covers my mouth with his hand. “Do not go there.”
He’s serious as well, but I can’t let it go just yet. “Did any of your sisters not go after Phoenix?”
“Grrr. You really are pushing it.”
“You should be mellow after having my mouth on you.” I pinch his abs through his shirt.
“Hey,” he grouches, rubbing his chest. “Yeah… Sarah and Amanda did, right up until they went off to college and met their own guys.” He starts to caress my back. “So…you’re an only child, huh? I’m surprised they allowed you to move away for college.”
I smile against his chest, not wanting to move while I’m so comfortable. I can’t ever remember spending an afternoon like this before – ever. “Yes, I’m an only child and growing up was a bit stifling. I eventually got sick to death of my mother’s words every time I left the house. ‘Now Callie, make sure you don’t go near the cowboys. They’re paid to work not flirt with you.’”
“And did you stay away from the cowboys?” He asks, wrapping my hair around his fingers.
“What do you think?” I smirk.
“I think you teased those cowboys something wicked. I mean, how could you not, with this pretty face,” his fingers caress from my cheekbone to my lips, “or this sexy, curvy body.” His hand lands on my hip, which he squeezes. “You make my mouth water and my dick hard as fuck. So, I’m guessing your cowboys ended up having lots of cold showers.”
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Trust you to just pick that out of everything I’ve just said,” he laughs. “And, yeah. You know? The first thing I noticed about you was your legs. They go on forever with the sweetest nectar waiting at the top, just for me.” He smacks his lips.
Reaching up, I quickly kiss him before settling back down and thinking about my busy week ahead so I can suggest the next time we can get together.
I sigh. “What’s the big sigh for?” He kisses me on the top of my head, tightening his hold on me.
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