Kinky Resolutions and Other New Year's Disasters: A Standalone Romantic Comedy

by Frankie Love

  “So, are you going to meet up with those guys later?” I asked.

  “We planned a night hike,” she said, scratching her head nervously.

  “You should go and, like, be all-in.”

  “You think so? I mean, I want to, it’s just I’ve never done this. I don’t want to mess it up.”

  “Honestly, if two guys asked you for a threesome, I don’t think there’s much messing up you can do.” I laughed.

  “What are you doing tonight? Courtney went to the soaking tubs.”

  “I have another massage.”

  Willow raised her eyebrows, but didn’t press.

  “What?” I asked. “It’s just a massage.”

  “Sure it is, honey,” she said, winking. “Call it whatever you want.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Walking across the property toward the cabin where Liam worked, I felt an unfamiliar rumbling of excitement course through me.

  Willow had stoked the fire of my desires by revealing her plans for the evening. I could, and would, reclaim what I needed out of a lover. Just like she was going out of her comfort zone and exploring two partners tonight, I was going to be vulnerable.

  I would do what Liam asked without question.

  Stepping in the waiting room, I heard the bell chime, announcing my arrival. The space was different from this morning. Earlier there had incense burning, but that had been replaced with dozens of candles, filling the room with a sensual glow. No lights were on, but instrumental music strummed in the air. My senses were awakened as I waited for Liam to appear.

  He walked into the room and handed me a glass of champagne, and clinked his glass against mine.

  “What’s all this for,” I asked tentatively. “You do this for all your clients?”

  “No, you are singular.”

  I nodded, slightly unnerved at his lavish attention, and took a sip. Letting the bubbles slide down my throat I wondered how much of that was true.

  “What, you don’t believe me?” he asked.

  “I never said that,” I said, hiding my inner dialogue.

  “But you thought that if I’d go to this extent for a woman I just met, I must be a player.”

  “I didn’t—”

  “Shh,” he said, pressing his finger to my lips. He kissed me then, soft and slow, letting his tongue swirl against mine passionately. He pulled back and spoke firmly. “I’m not a player. I just saw you yesterday, and couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then the stars aligned by bringing you here earlier today.”

  “So this is destiny, not some one-night stand?”

  “I don’t know what it is, but I like it. I like you.”

  “That’s just because I’m polite,” I teased.

  “True. Earlier you gave me the best thank-you of my life.”

  “So you liked me on my knees?”

  “Mmhhmm,” he hummed in my ear, pulling me toward him by the waist. “I liked you on your back, too.”

  “Where are you going to put me now?”

  “I was thinking we should start by reminding you who’s in charge.”

  I liked the sound of that. Putting his cock in my mouth had gotten me so wet; I wanted that again.

  “But not like before. You need to strip and get on your hands and knees. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I said, already getting hot as he commanded me. I unbuttoned my sweater and then pulled my thin camisole over my head. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out, leaving me in my bra and panties, another matching pair I had thankfully packed. This set was sheer and the teeny bottoms kissed my skin, leaving little to the imagination.

  I began to unhook my bra from behind, but he swept my hand away. “Let me,” he said gently. “I want to do that.” His hands skimmed over my collarbone; he kissed my shoulders, biting softly at the skin on my neck. Breathing me in, he slipped off my bra easily, and he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his hardness pressing against my ass.

  One hand caressed my breast, hardening my nipples. The other hand trailed over my stomach and into my panties. It was sexy watching his hand run underneath, past my mound, and lower, until his fingers were hidden. All I could see was his strong forearm, flexing as his fingers rubbed against my pussy.

  Against my neck he whispered, “Now you’re good and ready. Get on your hands and knees.”

  Silently I lowered myself to the ground, submitting to him. He stood in front of me and pulled off his shirt, his pants, and his boxers.

  I had never seen such a hot guy in my life. Every muscle rippled over his six-pack. I had seen his cock before, but not like this. I had more clarity than after my relaxing massage; I could see that when hard, he was easily ten inches long. His girth, though, was what made me drool.

  He was way hotter than any star in those videos I’d watched on my phone. Liam was certifiably the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen. My thighs were slick just looking at him.

  “I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to make you scream, do you understand?”

  I could barely squeak out a yes, because I couldn’t imagine anything I desired more.

  From behind me, he licked my ass and then pressed his face in my pussy for a quick, teasing, tongue graze. Then he spanked me hard.

  “Oh, yes, please,” I groaned, liking the hard slap of his hand against my flesh. “Give it to me.”

  “You want me to give it to you?” he asked, as he rubbed my breasts from behind.

  He lowered me onto his lap, my pussy right against his cock. I wanted him to press inside me, but he didn’t rush to get where we were headed.

  I wasn’t facing him, but I could feel him nibbling against my ear, breathing softly into it, causing a shudder of anticipation to course through me.

  Pushing me back onto all fours, he held my waist as he continued to kneel behind me.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Callie,” he said.

  The position itself was vulnerable—him looking at me from behind, staring straight at my ass. Somehow the mantra that usually ran through my head, reaffirming my negative self-talk, vanished. All I could think as he began positioning himself into me was that I was desirable and wanted.

  My hands dug into the carpet as he guided himself into the folds of my pussy, inching in slowly as I held my breath. I couldn’t imagine he would fit, and was grateful he was gentle.

  “You’re so tight, baby,” he said, grabbing hold of my ass. “You like that?”

  “I need that,” I told him, remembering to breathe.

  “Yeah, you do, but you aren’t in charge here, you understand?” His voice calmed me. I believed he was in charge, and trusted him to take good care of me.

  “I understand,” I said, panting as his cock fully entered me.

  My elbows braced me as he thrust in and out, rubbing against my g-spot harder and deeper than I’d ever imagined possible.

  It was amazing. I’d never felt so filled in my life.

  “I’m going to make you scream, remember?” He pushed himself in fully, and this time he was right. I did scream, because an orgasm washed through me, rippling through my walls, crumbling my old ideas about sex and love and being fucked.

  This was more than any of those things. This was chaos awoken; this was consuming passion. I knew what I needed, what I wanted. I was saying yes when it was before me.

  This was about being the woman I wanted to be.

  He came, too, and when he pulled away, I collapsed on my back, the final rush of the climax sweeping through me.

  He lay down next to me, right there in the candlelit waiting room. He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. Raising my hand toward his lip, he kissed the back of it. For some reason, this gesture caused my eyes to prick with tears. Not because I was head over heels or felt some sort of love at first sight; no, my eyes pooled with tears because Liam had given me a gift.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, turning my head to look at him. He met my gaze; he didn’t turn to hide.

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bsp; “Do not thank me. I’m not finished with you yet.” His eyes filled with the hunger I’d seen earlier. “But first I need to get you all washed up.”

  He stood and reached for my hands to pull me to him. Surprising me, he pulled me up into his arms, where I fit perfectly. Then he carried me out of the room toward the shower.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Liam set me down and turned on the showerhead. The small bathroom quickly filled with steam and we smiled at each other the way two people do after they have just shared the intimacy of their bodies.

  “This cabin used to be used by guests, until it was converted for massages,” he explained. “That’s why there is a shower.”

  “Do you live here, on the island then?” I asked as we stepped inside the hot shower.

  “Most of the year.” He set his hands on my waist, looking in my eyes, as the water ran over us. Our bodies were now soaked, and still awake from the mind-blowing sex we had just shared. “You live close by?” he asked.

  “No, I live south a few hours, in the city. But it’s beautiful here,” I said, and then I started to smile. A giggle escaped me.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It’s just, this is the most talking we’ve done since we’ve met.”

  “You want to talk more or less?” he asked.

  “Usually I’d say more, but right now I don’t really give a fuck about anything or anyone else.”

  He gave me his signature smirk, and pressed his hands over my hair, tucking it behind my ears.

  “You’re amazing, Callie.”

  “And why’s that?” I asked coyly, as I began stroking his bare chest, then playfully plucking his nipples.

  “Ouch,” he said, laughing, stepping under the spray of the water. “First off, you’re amazing in bed.”

  “We’ve never actually been in a bed,” I point out.

  “Okay, you are amazing on your knees and on your back,” he said, playing along. “And you’re gorgeous—God, your eyes.” He looked right at me, then dropped his gaze lower. “Your breasts,” he said more softly, leaning down to kiss the rise of my chest, sucking on my nipples.

  Heat began to grow between us again, and I let out a soft moan. “Then there’s your ass.” He gave me a gentle spank, and looked at me with that melting smile.

  “What else?” I murmured.

  “That pussy of yours is just begging to be licked,” he said, before falling to his knees. He planted kisses on my belly button, and then went lower; leaving a row of kisses all the way to the space between my thighs that was pulsing with desire.

  Moaning louder now, I pulled my hands through his hair as his tongue began to run over my pussy deftly. He circled my clit with precision, sucking me so good and steady. He was in no rush; he was taking his sweet time to get me off.

  I pressed my body back against the wall as the water ran over my naked flesh. My back arched as he flicked his fingers over my bulb, rubbing me hard as I felt myself come.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he said. His words quickened my pulse and I screamed out as my thighs seized with climax. The walls inside me rocked as his fingers pressed deep inside.

  “Oh, fuck me now,” I cried, suddenly desperate to hold his cock, lick his shaft. I wanted his come inside of me. Fuck, I wanted it all over me.

  “You want to fuck me hard?” he said, standing again.

  “If you’ll let me,” I said, using the submissive tone that he responded to—hell, that I responded to.

  “Oh, yes, you will.” He turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. Dragging the terry cloth over my body, he rubbed me down, and in turn I dried him off.

  After his shoulders were dry, I lowered my reach to his sizable cock and smiled in pleasure. I would get that again.

  He lifted me up once more with his strong arms, and carried me to the waiting room. He grabbed a plush blanket from the love seat and spread it on the ground.

  I looked down at myself, my body now dry and clean. I felt like the old Callie had been washed away. Now I could be softer, more open. Now I was ready to allow someone in to take care of me in ways I’d never let anyone before.

  “I told you I wanted to take care of you, and I meant it,” he said, pulling me to him. He kissed me and it felt like a whisper, like the wings of a newly emerged butterfly. It felt like the promise of something blossoming. Something new, something real.

  I whimpered as he pressed his lips against mine, and our mouths met perfectly. As if they had timed themselves for this moment.

  Holding my back he lowered me to the ground, and traced my mouth with his fingers.

  “You need a lover. You need me.” His words were so true that for a moment I forgot I hadn’t known him longer than a day. I forgot that I was waking up in the morning and packing my bag and driving home, far away from him.

  “Stop thinking, Callie, just give in. No regrets.”

  No regrets, I thought, not for the first time this weekend. This moment was mine for the taking. I deserved to be in this man’s arms tonight. I deserved a man who wanted to take care of me. Every woman deserved to have tender hands strum her neck, breath purr against her ear.

  Every woman deserved to be desired.

  He was above me, and as he eased himself into me for the second time, I let myself exhale in delight. Fuck, Liam was hot, he was strong.

  He was a man.

  It was easier to take him this time; my pussy had already been widened from his pounding from behind, from his fingers that coursed against my clit. Now I was ready. Now I was his.

  “Oh, yeah, Callie,” he moaned, pushing into me, his strong arms steadying himself over me—so different from being smashed under Blaine’s narrow frame as he dug into me like an animal.

  Liam was different. Together, we found a rhythm that left sweat on my chest, heat in my core. His cock filled me deeply, and my moaning let him know it was just what I wanted.

  Earlier he had told me what to do, and it had caused the walls of my world to unfold. This time it was different. This time it felt like we were in it together. As if he needed me like I needed him, and it allowed us to push deeper with each thrust.

  My center began to quake as he hit my g-spot over and over with his hard cock. I lifted my ass off the ground, wanting him to make me come as he consumed me. With a crash, we rode the wave that filled us.

  We pushed beyond ourselves as we came, together.

  “Oh, girl, that was—”

  “Everything,” I finished for him.

  “Everything,” he repeated, nodding slowly as he licked his lips.

  He stood and walked to the bathroom. I watched his tight ass flex as he moved, and I shook my head in disbelief. He came back with a pair of white robes and pulled his on.

  “Don’t go,” he said, surprising me. “Tomorrow, don’t leave. Stay and we can keep … exploring.”

  “I have to,” I said, as if it were obvious. “I have a job and rent and—”

  “And responsibilities, I get it,” he said, holding his hands up. “Sorry, that was too much, too soon.”

  “At this point I don’t think there is such thing as too much too soon, not between us.” I cinched the belt of the robe tight and took the bottle of water he offered.

  “Would you want to meet again then? If, say, I was ever in the city?”

  “I wouldn’t object.”

  “Wow, okay,” he said, rubbing his neck.

  “No, I mean, I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, back-tracking.

  “Then how did you mean it?”

  “I mean my mode of operation is resting bitch face. I’m not soft around the edges. I push people—around, and away.”

  “You didn’t push me anywhere.”

  “You have no idea what you’re getting into with me, Liam. I’m not some granola-hippy-clothing-optional girl. I work at an advertising agency. I’m like, hosting a book club at my house this month.”

  “I like books,” he said, not quitting.<
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  I wondered why I was pushing back so hard. He was asking for more of me. He was willing, and I was rejecting. Self-preservation was a nasty bitch and her claws were in me deep. Still, the new Callie didn’t want to push away; she wanted to pull the goodness life offered toward her.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Just like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

  “Look, I’ve had fun with you—no, fun isn’t even the right word. You rocked my fucking mind. And if you’re in town sometime and want to get together for drinks, or more, I’m game.”

  “Good,” he said, pulling me toward him once more and planting a long, sensual kiss on my worn-out lips. “Because I will be calling you. No way am I going to pass this up.”

  “Well, how often are you in town?” I asked.

  “I’ll be there in two weeks.”

  “It’s a date then,” I said. “But now I need to get back to my friends.”

  He smiled like he knew more than I did.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I know for a fact one of your friends hooked up with a friend of mine last night, and he specifically asked me to not come back to our cabin until at least after midnight.”

  “Really?” I asked, my jaw dropping. Willow had been with me all night—could he mean Courtney actually hooked up with someone last night and kept it a secret? That little minx!

  “Yeah, I swear. And your other friend, Willow? She’s on a night hike,” he said, using air quotes.

  “I knew about that,” I said, the information swirling in my head. “So I guess I can stay awhile longer?”

  “Definitely, and I was thinking you did come here for a massage. I could put you on the table and keep you in this relaxed state. How does that sound?” Liam asked.

  “It’s sounds perfect.”

  “Did you have any trouble spots you needed me to work on?” he asked with a sly grin, picking me up again and carrying me to the massage room.

  The next morning Courtney, Willow, and I boarded the private ferry to take us back to my car. The three of us seemed to be equally blissed out. I knew why Willow was; she’d come back late last night, after Courtney and I were already in bed, but I woke as she cracked open the cabin door.