Calamity Rayne: Gets A Life

by Lydia Michaels

  He lifted and I pulled his pants and briefs down his thighs. Oh, and he was hard. That was a plus. I stared but didn’t touch. Glancing up at Hale, I was amazed by how calm he was with his dick waving around in the free world.

  His arms rested on the back of the seat and he watched me with half-lidded eyes. Just waiting. Here goes nothing.

  I wrapped my fingers around him and leaned over, putting him in my mouth. The second I made contact, his hand went to my hair, and he hissed, “Fuck, Rayne.”

  Once again, my body responded. The more he reacted, the more turned on I became. I hummed and his hand tightened over my hair. He applied a little pressure and I went lower. His fingers flexed and I found my rhythm. I was really getting good at this.

  As I worked, he panted and muttered interesting phrases, dirty phrases, phrases that had my body throbbing and aroused. Maybe it shocked me that he could use such words, being that he was a rather serious guy. But somehow he managed to tell me to suck his cock with the same authority he had in every other situation. And strangest of all, I wanted to do it. I was addicted to Hale Davenport’s big dick.

  “Baby, I’m going to come,” he muttered, flexing his hips off the seat.

  I pulled back and looked around. “Where?”

  His eyes met mine, his finger tracing my slightly swollen mouth. “I’d love to see you swallow it.”

  I didn’t know if I could do that. I mean, I knew women did that, the whole spit or swallow debate, but what if I gagged?

  “I’ve never done that before. What if I can’t?”

  “It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to—”

  “No. I want to.” And apparently, I did.

  He shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the seat. “Lean back a little.”

  He cupped the back of my neck and angled my head as he placed a hand on the ceiling of the car and lifted off the seat, gliding his cock back in my mouth. “That’s it, baby. Nice and deep. Fuck. You’re incredible at this.”

  Every time he complimented my performance I preened and took him a little deeper. His strokes sped up and he kept hold of the back of my head, guiding me over him.

  “Relax your throat, baby. Relax for me now.”

  He moaned and throbbed over my tongue. His flavor filled my mouth, warm and thick and I quickly swallowed, but traces lingered. Hale pumped a few more times then sagged into the seat and caught his breath.

  That was astoundingly easy, like doing a shot of tequila with no chaser. Proud of myself, I rubbed my cheek against his thigh, and he brushed a hand over my hair.

  I stroked him softly and placed a little goodbye kiss on his tip. I really was growing quite fond of Prince Everhard.

  Hale sighed and pulled me onto his lap. He just held me, my head resting against his shoulder as we drove.

  “We’re almost home. Once we get there, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

  The strange thing was I didn’t need him to take care of me. I mean, I wasn’t going to turn him down, but I was happy just to see to his needs. Never in a million years did I think I could feel that way about a man, but lo and behold, here I was feeling it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I’m a Dirty, Dirty Girl

  “This is what you call little?”

  The limo pulled away as Hale unlocked the front door of his toy mansion. Nothing about this place was little.

  “I haven’t been here in a while, so I apologize if things are untidy.”

  He held the door and I stepped over the threshold as he flipped on a light. “Okay, my house could fit in your den. Is that a den?”

  “Some call it a great room, but I never put much thought into it.”

  I drifted into the “great room” and did a three-sixty. “You Davenports don’t do small, do you?”

  “You get a lot for your dollar in the south.” He flipped on a few more lights, and I was immediately drawn to the wall of windows, which showed a mirror reflection of us against the night sky.

  “Watch this,” he said, hitting another switch.

  Trees, as far as the eye could see, lit up with gigantic lanterns. The branches were all covered in some sort of moss giving the appearance of weeping willows, but they were more than willows.

  “Wow.”

  “I did the lighting myself. I used the buckets you saw in my trunk and utility lines. Each one has a portable hand lamp inside.”

  “I’m impressed.” I recalled the day we met. “I wondered why you had all those buckets in your car.”

  He nodded. “I wanted to do the same at my home in Florida. Maybe around the pool, but I’m not sure how the palms will handle the weight.”

  Seeing this handy side of him did things to me. Glancing over my shoulder, I said, “I love seeing something you made. It’s really beautiful.”

  Pride flashed in his eyes. His hands went to my hips and slithered up my front. “I owe you some attention,” he whispered, making a slow transition to my breasts.

  His body molded against my back as he caught my wrists and brought my palms to the window. He pressed my fingers into the glass.

  “Stay like that.” His slight command turned my insides into mush.

  I stared at the view, checking if he had any nearby neighbors that might see, but all I saw were beautifully lit trees. The zipper of my gown loosened and his lips pressed into my spine, sending little shockwaves through my body.

  His fingers gathered the gown at the side of my legs, slowly hiking up the material as he kissed my back. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

  My nipples tightened under the silky material. “Or panties.”

  “Mmm,” he groaned, and I felt his smile as his lips pressed into my shoulder. His warm palm glided under my skirt and cupped my bare ass. “Let’s take this off.”

  I momentarily lifted my arms, but Hale pressed them back into the glass once I was naked. It was like being strip searched by the sex police.

  “God, you’re sexy.” He lifted my foot and removed my flip-flops then tossed the shoes aside. His hands traveled over my skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake as his mouth kissed every curve and dimple.

  Soon enough I was shaking. He dropped low and licked over the swell of my ass, and I giggled, slightly ticklish there. I was a trembling mess and he hadn’t even touched my private parts yet.

  Parting my cheeks, he kissed the base of my spine and I grew self-conscious. Angling my hips forward, I pulled away. “What are you doing back there?”

  “Just touching.”

  That’s not an entrance! I heard the memory clear as a bell in my head and bit my lips so not to giggle again.

  His fingers feathered to my front and he stood. “Turn around.”

  Lowering my arms, I slowly pivoted. He was still fully dressed in his tux, maximizing the authority he had over the situation. My breasts lifted with each breath as I waited for him to say something.

  Stepping close, he removed the clips from my hair and untied my bun. I flinched as the little accessories went pinging across the floor.

  His fingers tunneled up the back of my neck, through my hair, and he jerked my head back just as his mouth crashed over mine. Fuse lit, I went at him like a possessed woman. My hands ripped off his jacket and tossed it aside as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

  He backed me to the cool window and I gasped. His fingers sought the heat between my legs and I moaned as his mouth trailed over my skin.

  He wasn’t gentle this time. This was very different from our previous encounters, as he wasted no time getting his fingers inside of me. One, then two, and soon he was stretching me with three.

  Giving up on his shirt, I held onto his shoulders as he dropped to his knees and put his mouth where I needed it most. Gasping, my hands dragged along the glass as he devoured me. Trumpets played, doves were released, and I swear to God, a parade marched right through his great room. I was riding the Macy’s float to Disney World.

  Finding myself on the floor—no clue how I g
ot there—I sighed as Hale rolled me to my back and lifted my leg. My eyes opened at the press of his erection and I stilled.

  “Relax, baby.”

  Ah, there was that baby again. Leaning over me, he pulled my knee up to his chest and made slow dips, working his way in. While he was on his knees, I was in some sort of pretzel twist, so when he filled me, I felt it in my sinuses. “Jesus H. Christ.”

  His movements slowed as he ran a finger across my nipple and stared down at me. “I love the way your body feels when I’m deep inside.”

  Yes. More talk like that. Catching my breath, I relaxed and he flexed his hips, pulling back and thrusting deep. “Oh God.”

  “Can you take it?”

  I wanted to take it. I wanted to be better than all the others, but he was so damn big and—fuck it. “Yes.”

  He thrust and I gave a high-pitched sigh followed by another as he drilled into me. His hands came down, catching his weight on the hardwood floor as he moved my leg over his arm and caught my nipple between his lips. Holy hell was I going to be sore tomorrow, but right now I just wanted more. More. More. More!

  Realizing I was begging out loud, I told myself I sounded like an idiot, but that didn’t stop me. He folded my legs back until my knees were at my chest. Sounds came out of my mouth that shouldn’t be flattering, but Hale just kept talking back. We fell into some sort of perverted ad-lib and I had no clue where these thoughts were coming from.

  “You want more, baby?”

  “Yes! I want your big cock. Give it to me! Harder!” Seriously, this was a side of myself I’d never met.

  “Tell me how good it feels with me buried inside of you.”

  “So good! I love your cock. I want it all over me.” Clearly, I wasn’t choosing my words carefully because he gave a few more hard thrusts and then withdrew.

  Pulling off the condom, he stood and lifted me to my knees. “Show me how much you love it.”

  My lips parted as I caught his hips and he entered my mouth. I was new and still a little unsteady on my knees, but I fucking loved seeing him so out of control, so I looked up at him with big eyes and he cursed.

  “I love fucking that mouth of yours. Open wide for me, baby.”

  The hidden whore in me took control. I never heard a man make so many sexual sounds. Who knew I could do this to a person?

  “Take it deep, baby. Deeper.”

  He pulled me forward and held. His shoulders shook, as he throbbed over my tongue. Warm heat slid down my throat and I swallowed like a pro.

  He eased out of my mouth and took a staggering step back, his eyes almost haunted as he stared at me, panting.

  Lowering my bottom to my heels, I folded my hands in my lap and waited for him to say something. He shook his head and took a slow step forward, his thumb swiping at the corner of my mouth and pressing it between my lips. I tasted him and bit my lip, a little unsure.

  Maybe people felt shame after something like that. I probably should have, but the only thing I recognized right now was adrenaline. It was tunneling through me like a drug. And though I was tired, I would have done it all over again.

  “Come with me,” he whispered, holding out a hand.

  He helped me stand on shaky legs and we walked through the house, leaving our clothes behind. He never let go of my hand as he led me up the stairs, and once we made it to what I assumed was his bedroom, he walked me to the far side and lifted me off my feet.

  Holding me in his arms like some damsel in distress, he sat on the bed and kissed me. The way he held me so gently took my breath away. His kisses were tender and gentle. When he turned and laid me on the bed, I felt like a princess in some sort of fairytale.

  The drugging way he used his mouth put me at ease. Could sex make a person feel those things or was this something else? I wasn’t sure and I was too drained to figure it out at the moment.

  He pulled the covers over us and tucked me in at his side. There was no other place I’d rather be.

  “Rest, baby,” he whispered and my eyes closed.

  I drifted in and out of a dreamless sleep, each time I awoke in the strange room Hale was right there holding me, reminding me where I was. And good God, was he a resilient son of a bitch. I realized this when he poked me sometime around dawn.

  “Whatcya doin’?” I slurred, into the pillow.

  Warm lips pressed into my shoulder as I was turned onto my belly and my legs were spread apart as his lips teased along my spine. “Let me have you.”

  Half my brow creased. The other half wasn’t awake yet. “Have whatever you want. Just let me sleep.”

  Kisses rained down my back as fingers brushed over my folds, making slow dips into my sex. I seriously wasn’t moving. It was too early for this nonsense. I groaned as he pressed between my legs. “Wassa password?”

  “I want your pretty pussy,” he rasped, still trying to work his way in.

  I gave a sleepy chuckle and drew my legs further apart, but that was all I could manage before the sun rose. I required a minimum of seven hours sleep to be functional.

  Spreading my folds, he wedged himself in, and I gasped. He hoisted my hips off the bed and folded my knees under my body as he gently fucked me. Oddly, this woke me up. Who knew sex could be more tempting than sleep? At this rate, I might be able to give up coffee.

  Nah, that was crazy talk.

  He didn’t take me with the animal lust he had the night before. This was a different sort of passion. With every slow pump of his hips, his body covered mine in a way that exposed something I wasn’t sure I was ready to unearth.

  His lips traced over my shoulders and he caressed my hips as he gently reached his climax. There were no orgasms for me because I was fresh out this morning. I needed a shower and some electrolytes before I got my jollies.

  But the fact that I could give Hale some morning lovin’ was nice. And it wasn’t like I didn’t benefit. The experience was sweet and intimate. I just didn’t come. But knowing coming was possible made the pressure of always having to orgasm disappear. I had no doubt I’d be coming again soon, in any event.

  I might be obsessing, but men climaxed so easily. Seriously, a stiff breeze and a smile and they were done—except for Hale. He actually had remarkable staying power.

  But most women took finesse. I could finesse myself in times of need, but it was nothing like what Hale did to me. He raised the bar on orgasms. But more than raising the bar, he proved a man could deliver one to me. And we weren’t just talking about clitoral stimulation either. The first time we had sex, he got the job done right.

  “You’re an excellent lover,” I sighed, rolling to my side.

  He returned to the bed and grinned. “Thank you.”

  “I mean it. None of my past…people… You know.”

  “Let’s not talk about other men you’ve been with.” He pulled me close so I was lying with my head on his shoulder.

  I thought about last night, how he said someone betrayed him. The more we slept together, the more I wanted to know about his personal life. Maybe now was the time to discuss his trust issues.

  “Who was she?”

  He grunted. “It’s no one you need to worry about.”

  “You won’t tell me about her?”

  “She’s in my past. That’s where I’d like to leave her.”

  “Did you love her?”

  “No.”

  Hale’s past seemed so much bigger than mine, like some giant, gaping abyss my mother would warn me away from. I didn’t want to pry, but I was curious. I didn’t think telling him about my three encounters would make him open up any sooner, so I let the subject rest for now.

  After we showered, Hale called for a limo to pick us up. It was a true walk of shame back to the yacht, both of us wearing our wrinkled clothes from the night before. Eric, of course, was waiting on the sky deck, looking down at the docks the moment we made the trek back to our rooms.

  Unable to take his judgmental stare, I played it off like nothing was
out of the ordinary. “Hey, Eric.”

  Hale stepped inside, leaving us alone, and Eric narrowed his eyes. “Typically, when a co-worker wants you to cover their shift, they have the courtesy to ask.”

  I stilled, my instincts to snap back at him squelched as I actually considered that it had been his night off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on going anywhere after the party.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Of course you didn’t.”

  “Hey, I’m not a jerk like that. It was an oversight. I said I was sorry.”

  Shaking his head, he scoffed. “Whatever.”

  As he walked away, I stared after him, dumbfounded. I was sorry. But maybe I shouldn’t be. It was clear no matter what I did, in his eyes, it would always be the wrong thing. Shaking off my frustration, I went to my room and decided to avoid my co-worker the rest of the day.

  The moment I changed and freshened up, my phone buzzed with a text from Remington asking me to join him. I didn’t want to face him, because it seemed everyone onboard knew exactly what I’d been doing over the past twelve hours, but he was very classy about everything. He asked how my night was and I told him it was fine. He didn’t ask for any more details and I was grateful. The rest of breakfast unfolded as usual.

  Remington misplaced a file and sent me to his room to find it, but I wasn’t having any luck. As I rummaged through drawers and checked in cabinets, I wondered if this file actually existed, but he swore he’d left it in his room.

  “What are you doing?”

  I turned from searching under the bed and found Eric standing in the doorway. “I’m looking for something for Remington.”

  “Mr. Davenport doesn’t like people rummaging through his things.”

  I sat up from my place on the floor. “Well, he asked me to look in here for a specific file.”

  He stepped further into the room and glanced at the papers on the table. “What’s the name of the file?”

  “I’ve got it covered.” I didn’t need his help.