I step into the elevator and it is clean but again, plain. The place is secure but it didn’t look like the cost of rent goes toward making it fucking Versailles. The elevator stops on the 17th floor and the door to her apartment swings open before I can raise my hand to knock. Her eyes are red rimmed and she is still sniffling, so I go with my impulse to pull her into my arms. I wrap her arms tight around me, pick her up and walk down the hall and into a big ass open-plan apartment. It is really too big to be called something as mundane as an apartment but it doesn’t look like I thought it would. There are bold colors everywhere, funky art prints and incense burning. “What’s wrong, Princess?”
She slides down my body and I try to ignore the interest my cock is showing since she’s obviously upset. “Oh, Tag, it was awful, so awful.” She cries into my chest for a few more minutes and I’m not gonna lie, I savor the fuck out of feeling her body pressed against mine. “I left you and went straight to Father with the photos. I told him I wouldn’t marry Stuart, especially knowing I’d take a father from his children.” She pulls away from me and starts pacing so I take a seat and listen. “Can you believe it, Tag? He knew! He knew Stuart had a girlfriend, a pregnant girlfriend whom he also has another kid with! He knew all of this and was still going to make me marry him!”
I look around for the kitchen or a bar. Rich people always have a bar somewhere, don’t they? Max has one in the inner sanctum of our offices. I don’t see one but I spot a bottle of tequila on the counter, pour two shots and hand her one. “Take this. It’ll help you relax so you can talk.”
“Thanks,” she smiles at me like I’ve just given her the antidote for her heartache. She knocks back the shot, impressing the hell out of me. “So then Father tells me that none of that matters and demands I go through with the wedding. I just stood there in shock and listened as my own father easily dismissed the idea of two children being inconsequential. I was dumbfounded that he thought I’d go through with it.”
“I’m pretty shocked you were gonna go through with it at all.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that because she stares daggers at me, but it had to be said.
She sighs and looks thoughtfully into the distance. “I guess you’re right. It was stupid of me to agree to it. In fact, I’m pretty upset with myself now because it was easier than I thought to go against him. He’s cut me off if I don’t marry Stuart, you know?” She nods, smug and shocked all at once. “Yep. I told him to keep his slave money and not to bother calling me in a month when he changes his mind. I told him that since he wants a son so bad, he can adopt Stuart and his bastard children and let them run The Morgan Group.” She stops pacing and looks at me with the biggest, brightest smile on her face. “So I’m free. I’m finally free of it all!”
“That’s great, Princess. What are you gonna do now?”
She gave me a small, shy smile. “That’s the million dollar question. I want to get a job but I don’t know what I want to do. I have an MBA and a trust fund, so I can go anywhere and do anything…as soon as I figure it out.” She takes a seat next to me, so close that her thigh presses against mine and I can smell her flowery scent. “I need to get away, Tag, to go someplace no one knows me and won’t judge me based on family. Any ideas?”
I am about to tell her Boulder is a great city where she can reinvent herself when her small hand lands on the middle of my thigh. “I have a…few,” I am able to grunt out when her fingers softly dig into mine.
“I’m really glad you came today. I needed a friendly face and yours is a pretty good one,” she smiles gently and leans closer until all I can focus on are her lips.
And then her lips were on mine, devouring me until all I could see, hear and smell is Callie. Her tongue swipes my lips and when I open up, she is like a sensual tornado inside my mouth. And goddamn it was working for me, so much that I grabbed her thighs and pulled her over me until her wet heat cradled my dick. She feels so good and I want, hell I need, to take this chance and make the most of it. I pull away from her mouth and kiss down the column of her neck, licking and kissing her anywhere my mouth can reach. Down her neck and between her breasts, my mouth is greedy for her and I am hungry for those plump tits. She isn’t wearing a bra, so I attach my mouth to her right through the shirt, pulling her nipple into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth. She gasps and writhes all over me. I want to strip us both down and fuck her until we are both nothing more than a pile of satisfied limbs. “Fuck, Callie.”
She squeezes her thighs tighter and surrounds me with her warmth. I think I am fucking going to die. “Tag,” she breathes hard in my ear and I am moments away from stripping her down.
My phone rings. “Shit. I have to get that.” Max is calling to check my status. I grunt a few words here and there before hanging up. “I need to go, Callie. Levi might be in St. Louis. I was about to get on the road when you called.”
She nods thoughtfully and she says something I almost don’t believe. “Can I go with you?”
I think for a second; the idea of hours in the car with Callie sounded pretty fucking good. “Sure. How soon can you be ready to hit the road? I still need to rent a car since all I have is my bike.”
Her smile widens. “I can be packed and ready to go in thirty minutes and we can take my car.” She isn’t just ready in thirty minutes, she also has notes for the housekeeper and the doorman about mail and utilities and she’s changed into a colorful long skirt and a tank top that barely covered anything. “Let’s go!” She wraps both hands around my bicep and squeezes, a small moan escaping her sexy lips.
I grunt. “You’re gonna be so much trouble, aren’t you Princess?”
She laughs.
Callie
“I always knew you’d end up being some badass GI Joe, but I thought you’d end up as a General or something.” The look of surprise on his face tells me I shocked him.
“You always were blind to my faults, Callie. Otherwise you would have run the other way just like everyone else.”
I shake my head and smile at him because he really has no idea. I knew exactly who Tag was, even back then. He had it rough and was a bit of a bad boy, but his heart was always kind. “I had such a crush on you back then and I thought you were the perfect guy, but I was never blind. I bet I probably saw things a little too well.”
“Wait…you had a crush? On me? You’re shitting me!”
I laugh at the stunned look on his face. How could he not have known? I thought it had been embarrassingly obvious. “I shit you not. I saw you as a bad boy with your tattoos and sexy swagger, but I also saw a guy happy to live life on his own terms. You took the hand you were dealt and you didn’t try to please anyone but yourself. I envied that as much as your looks.”
“Shit, Princess, I think I’m gonna need a minute. That’s a lot to process.” I giggle as he white knuckles the steering wheel. “So you had a crush on me but you never said or did anything?”
“Oh I did plenty about it.” When he looks at me with those blue eyes wide and questioning, I tell him the truth. “Did you know that I learned how to touch myself thinking about you? I would imagine your mouth on me, kissing me, licking me. I wondered what you looked like and how you would feel inside me.”
He chokes and splutters before giving me the evil eye. “Seriously?” I nod and bite my lip, hoping it is sexy and not terrifying. “And what would you do?”
This time I felt the blush rise up but luckily, my dark skin hid most of it. “What do you think? I touched myself. I pinched my nipples, stuck my fingers inside myself and learned how awesome the clit is.”
“Okay stop. No more of this unless you want me to show you how well I’d use my mouth and fingers on you, how my cock will feel deep inside that tight pussy of yours.”
“Oh.” What could I say to that? Those words had my body preparing for everything he just said. And my body was being loud and persistent. “In that case, let me tell you about my first self-made orgasm, I thought about being on my knees in front of you
and taking you in my mouth.” I lean over and put my hand on his thigh, slowly creeping up toward the good stuff.
“Callie,” he warns when my knuckles graze an impression erection.
“Tag,” I mock and let my knuckles drag across him again.
He lets out a long hiss that immediately has my nipples standing at attention. “We’re almost there, Princess.”
His words are a warning, but damn if I can let it bother me. I am half-tempted to get a glimpse of that erection in the flesh right now. “How close is almost?”
“About fifty miles,” he grunts out.
I scoot closer to him and tug on his earlobe with my teeth. “That’s plenty of time.”
“For what,” he whispers, his breath coming in and out unsteadily.
“For this.” I lean over and kiss his neck until he is panting. “And this.” I start to unbutton his jeans.
Chapter Three - Tag
Holy shit this is happening! Callie Morgan is kissing her way down my chest as her nimble hands undo the buttons holding my hard cock. I don’t know if she is gonna give me a hand job or a blow job, but whatever it is, my dick hardens at just the thought of it. “Callie, what are you doing?”
“If you have to ask I must be doing it wrong.” It seems to me she is doing every fucking thing right. Then her warm hands wrap around my dick and I feel it twitch. She giggles, showing her inexperience. “Damn you are big.”
I smile at her words, but before I can say anything smart in return, her sexy plump lips wrap around the head of dick. Fuck, it was like she was all lips and tongue, moisture and softness coated my dick from balls to the tip of my shaft. Up and down with a swirl of the tongue, she works my dick like this is the only thing she ever wanted to do. I feel my eyes closing because it feels so fucking good, but goddammit I was driving. This is a fantastic fucking blow job, but I didn’t want to die for it.
She hums up and down on my shaft and it vibrates through my balls and out of my whole body. “Callie, oh shit.” I have to shake myself to pull out of this sensual reverie. I look over my shoulder. Thank goodness the roads are empty this time of day. I pull over, turn down a dirt road and slam her luxury car into park so I can recline my seat and enjoy the hottest blow job I’ve ever had. “Oh yeah fuck, Callie!” My hips thrust into her mouth as she takes me to the back of her throat. Fuck it felt so good. “Damn your mouth is so wet, so fucking hot.” She moans her approval of my words and chokes herself on my dick, making my hips thrust involuntarily. She speeds up and my head falls back and my eyes close even though I want to watch my cock disappear down her throat with every thrust. “Callie, I’m gonna come.” I give her fair warning, but her lips suction tighter around me, her head moving faster and faster until my balls tighten and I thrust up as she pushes down, my roar vibrating the entire car as I empty myself down her throat. “Ah, fuck!” Shit I was completely spent, but I couldn’t be the asshole who let her suck me off and ignore her pleasure.
She sits up and smiles as she wipes her mouth and I do something I never would have considered. I grab her head and bring her in for a kiss that quickly has me raging hard all over again. She pulls back. “That was hot.”
“Honey that was more than hot, that was fucking off the charts incredible. Those lips of yours are my new favorite things.”
She smiles and her eyes widen as my dick twitched. Callie begins gathering the fabric of her bohemian style dress in her hands, eyes still glued to where her mouth had just been. “And that is my new favorite thing.” She kicks a leg over until she straddles me and kisses me until I ache. I grip her hips tightly and slide her back and forth over me.
“You’re not wearing panties,” I growl the words, but fuck if it didn’t just make my attraction for her burn hotter. “I’m glad I didn’t know that until now.”
“Well you only gave me thirty minutes and I couldn’t decide. And after that kiss I had to throw the other ones in the laundry so, here we are.” There is silence for a moment and then Callie leans forward with a certainty and hushed tone I hadn’t heard for a while, “Tag, I need you. Now.”
She bites my lip and lowers herself onto me. I am pretty fucking disappointed we are in a car and I can’t watch my dick disappear inside her sexy little body. “It looks like you’ve got me, Princess.” I pull down her low cut shirt and take that sexy berry-tipped nipple into my mouth as she rides my cock like it is her favorite theme park ride.
“Oh, Tag.” Her eyes are wide as she adjusts to my size, her pussy getting wetter and wetter so she could take me more easily. With my hands gripping her hips, I slam her onto me as I thrust up into her over and over and over until little beads form on her forehead, letting me know she is getting close. “You’re so big, so hard. Fuck, it’s so good.”
I can’t pretend those words don’t make my chest puff out, because fuck they have me getting harder and slamming into her deeper. “This wet pussy feels even better than your mouth. Callie,” I wait 'til her eyes open and she looks at me. “Yours is the sweetest mouth I ever had the pleasure of fucking.” I guess my words affect her too, because she is like a vise grip around my dick, squeezing and pulsating until her entire body vibrates with the force of her orgasm.
“Tag, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!” She shakes violently and then collapses onto me. But I am not done fucking that sweet pussy, not by a long shot. I hold her up and pound into her until she screams my name and comes all over my cock and my pants, before finally shooting my load deep into that wet heat. “Oh my god!” She buries her face in my neck, looking embarrassed.
“Don’t tell me you’re already regretting this?”
She looks at me. “Is that what you think? Tag, I haven’t had sex that hot, that good in my whole life.”
I try to hold it in, I really fucking do, but she looks sexy and cute all sated with her freshly fucked hair and swollen lips, worried because she’d never squirted before. “Well, Princess, I don’t want you to be embarrassed because that was the second or third hottest part of everything that just happened.” I can tell she doesn’t know what the hell I am talking about. “Princess, you’ve just experienced the elusive, mythical female ejaculation.” Her eyes widen and I can’t help the smug smile that crosses my face. Hell yeah! I am the one who fucked her so good she came all over my dick, my pants. Shit I can feel her juices dripping down my balls and I feel like I just won the Olympics.
“I did? You mean that was…that I?” I kiss her until she melts against me.
“Yeah you did, and it was fucking insanely hot. Keep that up, Callie, and I just might keep you.” Who am I kidding? I’d been half in love with this girl since I was fifteen, and after that hot display I had a feeling I was dangerously close to falling the rest of the way.
“You must be pretty proud of yourself,” she says as she separates our bodies and collapses against the passenger seat. She digs in her bag and pulls out a few wipes for us to clean up.
“I’m more than ‘pretty proud,’ Princess. I feel like I’ve just won the Olympics, Super Bowl, Pennant and the Stanley Cup all in one night.” That sweet smile with her heart shining in her eyes makes me feel like I’d won so much more.
Callie
“So, now what do we do?” Tag’s brother Levi wasn’t in St. Louis. In fact, he’d given the card to one of his fellow soldiers so the man would have a place to stay. We headed to a safe house in Kansas Tag said they sometimes used for their security business, but he wasn’t there either.
“Now we go home.” He says it so matter-of-factly that my heart cracks a bit. We’d been together for the past few days in the car, talking and getting to know one another, having sex whenever and wherever the mood struck us and pretty much having a good time. At least I thought so, but apparently I was the only one.
“Okay,” I nod, trying to figure out a way to speak without crying or showing my disappointment. Tag hadn’t promised me anything and didn’t owe me anything. It was time for me to figure out my life on my own. “Since we’re
just about in Colorado now, I can drop you off and then I’ll get a hotel. Yeah, that’s a plan.” I was still nodding but I couldn’t seem to stop. If I stopped nodding, I’d probably fall apart.
“Princess.” Tag’s voice was firm, commanding. I turn my gaze away as words failed me. “Callie, look at me.”
I do.
“I meant it was time for us to go home. Me and you. Unless I’m presuming too much?”
I can’t fight the smile that crosses my face if I wanted to. My heart is connected to my mouth in this moment and they are both very happy with his words. “I don’t think you’re being presumptuous at all.” I lean over and kiss his cheek. It is tame considering the things we’d done to each other’s bodies but it was right. This all felt right. “Are you sure, Tag? I mean I’ve loved this time with you, but I don’t want you to invite me because I don’t have a plan yet.”
He gave me a look that said, are you kidding me? “Do I seem like the kind of guy that would ask you to stay just to be nice?” I shake my head because, let’s be honest, Tag doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. “Good. Plus, I have a proposition I think you might like.”
“Wait. What?” I was too busy staring at that dirty mouth of his to listen to what he was saying.
“Eyes up here, Princess.” He chuckles at my bowed head. “I have a proposition. We need someone to handle the business side of Hawkeye Security Solutions and you have an MBA and corporate experience, right?”
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