CaddyGirls

by V. K. Sykes

  Torrey broke off the kiss, gasping at its intensity, but she forced herself to be patient for a few more moments. She wanted him to share the magic of this special place first, so she pushed against his shoulders. “Hey, cowboy, don’t you want to look out over the range?”

  “I don’t know,” he drawled. “I think what I’m looking at right now will do just fine.”

  “Come on,” she broke away, “let’s see some stars.” Torrey started to pick her way forward through the small rocks, trying to keep her balance in the unfamiliar high-heeled sandals.

  “Here, take my hand,” he offered, catching up to her.

  “Such a gentleman.” She sighed. He gave her a lopsided, utterly charming grin.

  Torrey led him fifty feet or so past the car until she could make out the edge of the rocky sandstone cliff ahead.

  “There,” she said, “now isn’t that worth the drive?”

  Julian looked off into the distance toward the other side of the canyon, visible in the full moonlight. The dark, undulating outline of the rock cliffs formed a compelling, mysterious silhouette against the sky.

  “Now look up,” she said as his arm tightened around her waist.

  “That’s amazing.” Julian craned his neck, scanning the star-covered sky. She gave a contented sigh, leaning back against his arm, enjoying the view, and the romance of the moment.

  “We never see anything like this in the city,” she said. “It’s kind of like twenty-four-hour daylight in Vegas when it comes to seeing stars. Can you see stars in Mountain View, Julian?”

  “Not like this, but it’s still a pretty good night sky. Sometimes I’ll sit on my deck for hours on a clear night, just enjoying the stillness. It’s great for focusing my thoughts, thinking through what I need to do the next day.”

  She turned in his arms, resting her palms on his chest. “Don’t you ever sit and watch just for the sake of sitting and watching? For emptying your thoughts, not filling them up?”

  “You mean meditation.” He shrugged. “Not my thing.”

  “It works for me. I could coach you sometime—you should give it a try.” She could have bitten her tongue as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Not too obvious, Torrey.

  Julian lifted her chin with his index finger, his eyes searching her face in the pale wash of moonlight. “Maybe I will,” he said. “Why don’t we try it out on my deck while we’re watching the stars together?”

  Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Torrey clamped her lips shut, trying to process his words before she blurted out something inane. Had he really just invited her to his home in California?

  For God’s sake, don’t say something dumb like, “Really?”

  She tried to tamp down the wild excitement that threatened to reduce her to babbling idiocy. After two very deep breaths, she said, “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more, Julian.”

  He gave her a quirky grin. “Oh, I don’t know. How about winning your LPGA tour card?”

  “Now that might be a tough choice,” she said, surprised to find she actually meant it.

  “Fortunately it’s not one you have to make. Listen, why don’t you come Saturday? If you’re free. I’ll be home from New York on Friday night. Catch an early flight Saturday, and we can have most of the weekend together.”

  Her heart leaped like a jackrabbit on steroids. “Am I free this weekend? Let me think for a minute, okay?” She put her finger against her chin and made a little grimace, as if she were deep in contemplation. “Gosh, yes, I believe I could clear my calendar to accommodate you.”

  He laughed and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Good—we’ll have some fun.”

  She wriggled against the huge erection prodding her belly. “Speaking of fun, it feels to me like you really don’t want to wait until we get back to the hotel, do you?” When he started to make a laughing protest, she put her finger to his lips. “Shhh, don’t answer—it was a rhetorical question.”

  He sucked her finger between his lips, sending a tingle of heat rippling down her spine. She stroked him through the fine linen of his trousers, and he let out a low groan. Suddenly Torrey didn’t want to wait any longer, either. With trembling hands, she fumbled for his belt buckle.

  Julian grabbed her arms. “Jesus,” he rasped. “Stop, Torrey. I’m not going to take you out here in the dirt and the rocks.”

  She laughed. “Oh, ye of little faith. I’ve got a better idea.” She grabbed his hand and towed him back to the car.

  He gave her a quizzical look as she maneuvered him against the hood of the Corvette. “Lean back,” she ordered, giving him a little push on the chest. His lips curling up in a sly smile, Julian stretched himself sideways across the hood. Torrey quickly undid his belt buckle and wrestled with his pants and briefs.

  He laughed and helped her push them down around his calves. “My God, you’re in a hurry, but I love it.”

  She gave him a severe look. “Shut up and let me work.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I appreciate your concentration.” He propped himself up on his elbows, his gleaming eyes narrowing on her mouth. The sensuality of that look alone sent a little thrum of pleasure low between her thighs.

  Torrey had never thought of herself as particularly sexual, and certainly not daring. Despite what she had led him to believe, she had only been out here in high school a few times, and nothing much had ever happened. So it surprised her—shocked her, even—to realize how much she wanted to do this, to go down on Julian out here in the open, in the deep of the desert night. It made her feel wanton and powerful, and very much in control. That felt damn good.

  Circling the base of Julian’s shaft in a gentle grip, she began to lave the head, teasing the velvety flesh with the very tip of her tongue. He moaned, sinking back on his elbows. Smiling around the full cockhead, she started to lick him in long, languid strokes from base to tip, learning from their few encounters how much he enjoyed that.

  “God, that’s so good,” he said in a deep, breathy voice.

  She hummed her agreement then grasped the base of his shaft and sank her mouth down over the head, swallowing him until he touched the back of her throat.

  He tilted his hips and groaned as she slid her mouth up and down his straining, rock-hard length. “Jesus, Torrey! I love your mouth on my cock.”

  Her heart thudded with the hot excitement of pleasuring him, knowing he would soon be doing the same to her. And it wouldn’t end tonight. She couldn’t believe she would be seeing him again and that maybe, just maybe, he was willing to take a chance on them after all.

  She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation of having his powerful body under her hands. He would climax soon, she could tell. She wanted all of him—in her mouth, in her body, in her heart.

  He gently grasped her head. “You’re gonna make me come in a minute.”

  She paused, kissing the inside of his muscular thigh. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

  “Not tonight baby,” he said, pulling her up. “Now it’s your turn.”

  As she regained her balance, he righted himself and kicked off his shoes, pants and briefs. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and hoisted her onto the hood of the car, spreading her legs open with his palms. Now that the situation was reversed, she couldn’t hold back a nervous giggle. She had never been screwed on the hood of a car before—or in one, for that matter—but if this is what Julian wanted then she was happy to comply. Right at this moment, she would probably do anything he asked her to.

  She lifted her butt as Julian pushed the fabric of her dress all the way up to her waist. He stroked her thighs, his eyes fixed between them.

  “Sweet,” he rumbled, fingering the elastic band of her new lace panties.

  “As soon as I saw them this afternoon, I thought you’d appreciate them,” she breathed, feeling the moisture pool in the soft flesh hidden behind the fabric.

  He stared intently as he ran a finger over her lace-covered cleft. Torrey
shivered. The man really did look like the big bad wolf, and he was getting ready to eat her.

  “One hundred percent pure sex,” he growled like the wolf he apparently was. “They look so fantastic it would be a shame to take them off.”

  He went down between her thighs, pushing them wide as he pressed his lips to the thin, damp material. She pulled up her legs and planted her heels on the hood, opening herself for him. He slid his hands under her bottom in a tight, kneading grip.

  “Oh God, Julian. I need this so much,” she gasped. She had almost blurted out that she needed him, but thankfully she caught herself at the last second.

  As his tongue searched and probed through the delicate lace, her inner muscles tightened, her folds growing soft and wet and so ready for him. She loved how sexy their play was, that he could tease her like this—she was ready to come on the spot, and she still had her clothes on.

  She bucked the instant his tongue found her clit. As he flicked at it, pressing down hard with the tip of his tongue, he stroked the insides of her thighs. Slowly, he thumbed aside the fabric and thrust two fingers between her slick folds. He stroked and massaged her pussy while his tongue continued to tease her clit. Torrey lay back on her elbows, trying to keep her hips from lifting off the warm metal of the car hood as she moaned under his searing, skillful touch.

  Finally he yanked the fabric aside, shredding the delicate cloth as he fastened his mouth over her aching hot clit. She gasped, stunned by the destruction of her panties, but the intense, tiny contractions beginning deep in her core killed the feeble protest rising to her lips. She clenched down hard, desperate not to come. It felt too good, and she wanted a whole lot more of what he was giving her.

  But Julian knew exactly how to make her come apart. As he lazily circled and tantalized her throbbing clit, his fingers continued to stroke and play inside. Everything he did made her crazy—especially the way he looked, with his strong hands holding her legs splayed out wide and his head between her thighs, his mouth sending her to the stars. It was perfect...he was perfect, and she never wanted him to stop.

  But she couldn’t take it much longer. Her body quivered as the urgency built and built. She ached for release, fists pressed against the hood, her breath coming in needy gasps. When Julian jabbed his tongue over her swollen clit in a lightning stroke—once, twice—she arched her back and shuddered as the climax thundered through her. Her keening voice echoed faintly off the walls of the canyon.

  Chapter 12

  Julian could have sworn that flames were consuming him from head to toe. Sweat dripped down his forehead, stinging his eyes. Small rivulets of moisture trickled down his spine.

  The hot desert night bore only part of the blame. Torrey’s lush body had to bear the brunt. Julian had never wanted a woman more than he did at this moment.

  He gripped her sweet ass as she writhed beneath him, moaning out his name as her orgasm subsided. Obviously, the right thing to do was just hold her, keeping her safe until she came back down to earth.

  Screw that. I’m done with tender.

  “Torrey, I need you now,” he rasped, coming to his feet. God, he sounded like an animal.

  She pushed up on her elbows, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her dark hair a wild, silky cloud around her shoulders. She looked totally dazed with passion and more than ready to be fucked. “Yes,” she panted. “I want you inside me now.”

  Her earthy response sent his thoroughly stoked libido into fiery liftoff. Julian reached down with both hands to help her to her feet. Grasping her hips, he pivoted her. Torrey instantly read his thoughts and bent forward over the hood.

  The sight of her glorious backside, only half covered by swishy yellow fabric, made Julian suck in a parched breath. Grabbing his pants, he fumbled for a condom and managed to get it on without ripping it. Then he pushed her dress farther up her back and hooked his fingers into the remnants of the panties he had torn in a moment of madness. He pulled them down her slender legs and tossed them aside.

  Torrey let out a little whimper as he tested her wet folds, sliding two fingers inside. “That feels so good,” she said with a husky catch in her voice. “But not as good as your cock’s going to feel.”

  Everything in Julian’s world vanished except his need to sink deep inside her. He nudged her, slicking the head of his erection with her wetness. Torrey raised herself up onto her tiptoes, angling herself to take his stroke. Julian eased into the entrance of her cleft and, certain she could never be more ready for him than she was at that moment, surged into her with an endless, searing thrust.

  His mind exploded. The hot desert night, the slick steel surface of the Corvette, and the warm, willing woman melded into a lethal combination that obliterated his control. Fire seemed to course through his veins, along with a desperate need for release.

  Torrey threw her arms out wide, sobbing her pleasure beneath him. Julian gripped the firm globes of her ass, spreading her even wider. She turned her face, resting her cheek on the hood. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she bit her lower lip as he stroked into her.

  God, she was beautiful, and so achingly sweet. His heart hammered like a pile-driver as he watched her take him all in. He paused in mid-stroke, lightly pressing his chest along her long spine.

  “I told you this was going to be your night,” he whispered as he brushed her tangled hair back from her neck.

  She gave a breathless laugh and wriggled beneath him.

  That little movement tossed him over the cliff. He surged into her, stoking the heat that engulfed them. She was close now, panting as she stretched out her arms, her palms flat against the hood. He lengthened his strokes, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in to the base of his cock. She moaned and thudded her palms against the metal in time with each of his long thrusts—the most erotic sound he’d ever heard.

  “Oh God, Julian,” she cried, lifting her head.

  She flexed her hips, and her body cinched around him, rocketing him toward his release. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on for another second, Torrey’s body shuddered with her climax and he let himself go, pumping into her until he had nothing left to give.

  * * *

  “I want you to play again today,” Julian murmured as they snuggled in the luxury of the plush Bellagio bed. “I’ll call Bren before I go and tell him you’ll be taking my place in the foursome.”

  Torrey, half asleep, her mind pleasantly unglued by the long night of mind-blowing sex, lazily opened her eyes and kissed his shoulder. “Mmm…” she murmured, “that would be wonderful. I need the practice.”

  “I have to get up soon because the limo’s booked to take me to the airport at six-thirty. You can sleep in and take it easy here until you head out to the course. I’ll tell Bren you’ll be taking the limo with them.”

  “I don’t think so,” she said, hating the thought of him leaving her. “I haven’t got any clean clothes here. But it’s okay—my car’s here. I’ll drive home and change, and then meet the guys at the course.”

  Rolling out of bed, he leaned down and kissed her, just a light touch on her lips. “At least go back to sleep for a little while. I’ll shower and get dressed in the other bedroom.”

  “You’re sweet. But I need a better kiss than that to last me until Saturday.”

  “We’d better be careful,” Julian said with a wink. “I can’t afford to miss this flight.”

  Through her sleepy eyes, Torrey surveyed his lean, muscular body as he stretched his arms. That incredible body had rocked her to the core, both out in the heat of the desert night and in the cool, sweet luxury of his suite. No one had made love to her like Julian—not ever. No one had the skill, and sure as hell no one had the intensity. Even after a full evening and night of lovemaking, she wanted more.

  Could she ever get enough of this man?

  As he bent toward her, aiming at a farewell kiss, she raised herself up from the pillow and pulled him down hard on top of her. Surprised, he laughe
d, and then seared her with a passionate kiss that sent tremors of desire rioting through her. Loving the wet heat of his mouth and tongue, she reached between them and found his cock, already tumescent.

  “Make love to me again,” she breathed huskily. “I don’t want to let you go without having you one more time.”

  Julian glanced at the digital clock on the night table. “You know I want to—you’ve got the evidence in hand.” His grin made her giggle. “But this will have to be the all-time quickie.”

  “Then for God’s sake don’t waste time,” she urged, rubbing his now-hard staff and covering his chest with wet kisses.

  Julian was as good as his word, giving her an explosive morning quickie in what had to be record time. Incredibly, despite the minimal foreplay, Torrey quaked through another shuddering orgasm, coming just seconds before Julian erupted. He gently stroked her hair and kissed her tenderly, then was gone.

  Hot, hard morning sex—a perfect soporific. She snuggled in the soft sheets and drifted back to sleep.

  * * *

  Torrey woke before ten energized and excited about the rest of the day—and her future. Suddenly everything seemed possible. She’d have the money she needed to launch her career, she had sponsors who believed in her, and she’d met an incredible man who made it all possible. Her beat-up car might as well have been a magic carpet because she floated on air as she drove home to Henderson.

  Back at her apartment Torrey hung up her magic little yellow dress, running the light fabric between her fingers as she offered it a silent thank you for its part in making a night she’d never forget. She reminded herself to get it to the cleaners later today so she could take it to California on Saturday. As soon as she’d pulled on a white ribbed tank top and a pair of pink cotton shorts, she set to work on a To Do list.

  Talk to Brendan (after golf today?) about details, esp. when can I expect to see some $

  Give two weeks’ notice to Desert Oasis

  Call Sam at CG and ask him to take me off the site after next week