by Kelli Walker
Then, I reached for her hand and turned my body to face her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Callie said.
But my eyes continued to drill into the profile of her face as my thumb caressed the skin of her hand.
“It’s just the first time in a long time I’ve been taken somewhere I didn’t absolutely hate and worn something I wanted to wear and felt beautiful,” she said.
It boiled my blood to hear those words come out of her mouth.
“I guess I just wish it didn’t have to end, is all.”
I watched Callie shrug. Like she had spoken some nonchalant wish she knew would never come true. What kind of relationship had she had with that pathetic little boy? Had he treated he with absolutely no regard as to the incredible woman she was?
“I can make that happen, if you want,” I said.
“Really?”
“Anything for you, Callie.”
Her eyes whipped over to mine and I held my breath. Hung onto her silence. Cried out for her lips to mutter the one word that would give me full power over our evening together. The things I could show her. The things I could treat her to simply by uttering my name were astounding. There were things Matthew would have never been able to treat her to that I could have in front of her at the snap of my fingers.
And as if the heavens above decided to grant me my one wish, Callie nodded her head.
I released her hand and sat back into my seat. Time to work my fucking magic. I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, quickly dialing the one hotel in the city I kept on speed dial. It was the only place I ever put clients. People traveling overseas to come sit down and have meetings with us. The amenities were the best in Los Angeles, and Callie deserved nothing less than the best.
“Grand Oaks Resort and Spa, this is Camille speaking. How may I help you this evening?”
“Camille. This is Colton Roper.”
“Mr. Roper. How nice of you to get in touch with us. Another client on the books?” she asked.
“Not this time, I’m afraid. I’ll need your penthouse suite along with a bucket of iced champagne.”
“Sounds like a wonderful evening, Mr. Roper. Will you be needing any spa services for your stay?”
“The situation is ongoing,” I said.
I peeked over at Callie and saw how wide her eyes had gotten. I enjoyed being able to shock her speechless. She deserved that type of treatment, especially when it came to the finer things in life.
“Anything else I can help you with?” Camille asked.
“Put a spa kit on the bathroom counter as well, please. And make sure we’ve got a late check-out. I don’t plan on leaving until up in the afternoon.”
“Of course, Mr. Roper. I’ll make a note of everything. When can we be expecting you?”
“In twenty minutes.”
“I’ll have someone up there right away to prepare your room for you.”
“Thank you, Camille. You’ve been a wonderful help this evening,” I said.
I hung up the call and slid my phone into my pocket, then turned my gaze back out the windshield. I buckled myself in and slid the keys into the ignition of my convertible, allowing the top to fall down on us again. I cranked up the car and put it in reverse, then slid my hand behind Callie’s seat.
My eyes met hers, and a comfortable grin settled in my features.
“Ready for the next leg of our adventure?” I asked.
Her neck flushed a gorgeous shade of red that offset her pink dress wonderfully. She nodded her head, and her silence gave me more than her words ever could have. Speechless was a good look on her, but after tonight I’d have her screaming out my name. Only this time, I wouldn’t have to clamp my hand over her mouth.
Not unless she wanted me to, of course.
Because whatever Callie Roper wanted, Callie Roper would get.
Callie
Colton took my hand and led me off the elevator into the most incredible penthouse hotel suite I’d ever seen. The view of the ocean was spectacular, and the waves lapped at the surface of the planet for miles. I felt him leading me across the living room, my heels clicking along the floor. I kept my eyes trained out the windows. The sprawling wall of glass that didn’t seem to have a hiccup in its crevices. I heard the sound of something popping open before liquid poured against crystal. I knew that sound well. It was a sound I had grown up with my entire life. I watched the ocean crash against the sandy beach as the stars’ murky reflection teased my eyes.
“Champagne?”
Colton’s voice ripped me from my trance. I looked over at him, watching as he hovered a small crystal flute in front of my face. I took it softly, nodding my head in thanks before I brought it to my lips. Colt slipped his suit coat off and tossed it over his forearm, then turned away from me and slid his free hand into his pocket. I watched him walk away. I watched his towering form slowly recede into a bedroom off in the corner. I heard his shoes fall away from me, and I listened as he backtracked into one of the rooms and began running what sounded like water into a tub.
Was he drawing me a bath?
My eyes glanced around the expansive room and I decided to walk around a bit. The place was extravagant. More than I had ever become accustomed to. I found my way into the kitchen and saw a set of double doors that led out onto a balcony. I pushed one of them open and gawked when I saw the private hot tub. It sat there, bubbling and steaming in the darkness as it looked over the beautiful expanse of the beach. I wanted to get in it. I wanted to lose myself in its warmth and soothe my soul with the sound of the crashing waves.
But, I resisted the urge. Though I wasn’t sure why.
Closing the balcony doors, I turned around and surveyed the kitchen. It was full of stainless steel appliances that looked like they had never been touched. The floors underneath my feet were a deep cherry mahogany. A beautiful color that made me bend down and run my fingertips along its shining surface. I poked my head into one of the bedrooms, surveying the massive four-poster bed with silk-laden sheets folded at just the right angles on top of the mattress.
I couldn’t believe my father and him put clients up in this kind of place for business.
The weathered leather furniture called to me from the living room, and I went to perch on the edge of the couch. I sipped my champagne slowly, my eyes dancing along the walls. There was an electric fireplace with a flat-screen television mounted on the wall above it. The cream-colored walls offset how dark the floor was, providing an open atmosphere to the dark expanse of the penthouse. I slid off the edge of the couch and drew in a deep breath. I allowed a smile to cross my cheeks as the cool crystal sat against my lips.
“You look beautiful in the moonlight.”
Colt’s voice caught me off-guard and I spun around. I found him standing in the bedroom doorway, his hands slipped into his pockets. But that was all he was wearing. His shoes and socks had been cast off somewhere and he had rid himself of his shirt. Giving me a wonderful view of the strength hidden underneath his suit during dinner. My eyes lingered on the divot of his chest. They trailed down to his abs and I traced the rings of them with my gaze. I mindlessly drank down the rest of my champagne, allowing my gaze to slide along the leather belt that seamlessly held his tailored suit pants up.
Then, I set my empty glass down and walked towards him.
Without a sound, I reached out for him. I placed my palms against his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles twitched for me. I slid my hands up his torso. Allowing my fingertips to rumble and flutter as they memorized his peaks and valleys. I slid them all the way up to his chest before my eyes rose up to his, taking in the thunderstorm his face had turned into. His hands fell to my hips. I felt my knees growing weak. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip and I watched the action as heat rose up the back of my neck.
“We don’t have to do a damn thing you don’t want to do tonight, Callie. I simply thought you could use some
time out of town and a little bit of spoiling.”
My heart slammed against my chest. Heat pooled between my legs. My fingertips curled into his chest as his heart beat hit faster against my palms. I felt his breath on my lips. Felt his gaze on my face. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me on my toes as I closed the distance between the two of us.
Then, my lips hovered over his and my eyes found his fiery stare.
“I want all of you, Colt.”
“Don’t say anything you don’t mean, Little Callie. Because I’m not asking you for anything you can’t promise.”
Little Callie. He always called me that. It was a nickname that had followed me all throughout my life. A nickname only he called me. A nickname he pulled out of his hat whenever I needed a reassuring ear or a stern opinion to take into consideration. I knew he meant business when he brought it out. Just like he meant business now.
But so did I. And I was determined to show him.
I took a few steps back from him and reached up the back of my dress. His eyes held my gaze, unwavering and stoic. I slid the zipper down my outfit and slipped the fabric over my chest, allowing it to pool on the floor at my feet. I watched Colt’s eyes widen. I watched them drop down my body, taking in the navy blue lacy underwear set I had on just for him. He took his time with me. Devoured my curves with his eye as I stood there in my heels. His stormy gaze darkened. His eyes turned almost black. His fists clenched at his sides and I watched the imprint of his thick cock appear against his silken trousers.
“I want all of you, Colt. Tonight.”
He rushed my body, his arms cloaking my back as he bent me over backwards. His lips crashed to mine as he held me close, gripping me with all the strength he had. I stumbled on my feet. Our tongues collided as he moved, pressing my bare back into the glass. I gasped against his lips as his nibbled on my bottom lip, his hands exploring every inch of me.
His skin slid down my waist. I toed myself out of my heels as my hands fumbled with his belt. I slid it from the loops of his pants as his hand fisted my panties, ripping them clear away from my body. I whimpered at the sound. At the way his lips devoured my neck. My head fell off to the side, exposing myself to him as his hands rushed around my back. Goosebumps fled along my limbs, rippling my skin as my bra slid down my arms. He kissed down my chest. He took my hands and pinned them above my head. My nipples puckered to painful peaks as I stood there, naked for him and pressed against the oceanview of the Los Angeles shoreline.
I breathed Colt’s bated breaths and watched his eyes flutter open.
“Care for a bath?” he asked.
Without waiting for me to answer, he scooped me up into his arms. He carried me into the bathroom and settled me into the tub, turning on the jets so they could create more bubbles. I watched him strip himself of the rest of his clothes, his thick cock coming into view. He settled into the bathtub next to me and I turned to face him, straddling his lap. My lips fell against his. I couldn't wait a second longer to have him. I needed him more than I needed air. Or water. Or bread.
And he didn’t try to push me away.
His hands guided me to the tip of his dick before I sank down on top of him. I trembled in his grasp, feeling my body become full with him. I sank to his hips. My forehead fell against his as the jets jostled the water around our bodies. My nose nuzzled against his as I sat there, adjusting to the thickness of his intrusion.
He captured my lips softly, breathing life into my body and causing me to rock against him.
I rode his dick. I followed the motions of his hands. He guided my body, swiveling my hips as my arms threaded around his neck. His grunts were music to my ears. Water poured over the edges of the tub as I picked up my pace, wanting to meet my end against his body. Electricity poured over my form. Fire curled the tips of my toes. My jaw quivered while my pussy fluttered around his cock and I felt all of his muscles twitching against my skin, working for my pleasure.
But before I could bring him to the pleasure I wanted him to feel with me, he flipped me around and bent me over the edge of the tub.
“Colt!”
“I don’t want you just one way tonight, Callie.”
His words were hot against my neck as the jets beat against my stomach. His cock slid between my pussy folds, tickling my clit and causing me to gasp. His hands moved my body. He contorted me the way he wanted me to be. And I let him. I would have let him do whatever he wanted to me, so long as I felt him between my legs again.
“Oh, Colton.”
I moaned as he slid against my pulsing walls. He cocked my hips out, allowing him to slide deeper into my body. My head fell over the tub. I felt his hand wrap up in the tendrils of my hair. He snapped his hips against me, jiggling my ass for his viewing pleasure while my pussy swallowed down his dick. I whimpered. Moaned. Curled my fingers over the edge of the tub as he took me from behind. My jaw unhinged and I felt my end coming, but nothing could have prepared me for what he did next.
“I don’t want you to hold back this time. Do you hear me?”
His lips caressed the shell of my ear and I nodded quickly. My pussy rippled. My abs tightened. I needed him to keep going. I needed him to let me fall over. His hand slid around my body and his fingers dipped between my folds, peeling them apart as his cock slowly drew out of my body.
But then, he moved my body an inch to the right, placing my clit directly in front of the jet streams.
“Colton!”
“There it is,” he groaned.
“Holy shit!”
“Let it go, Callie.”
“Oh… my… oh!”
His cock slammed into me, over and over again. My stomach lurched against the tub as his lips fell to my neck, kissing me and murmuring sweet nothings into the nape of my neck. My entire body shook. It fell weak against the tub. My body twitched and convulsed while my pussy squeezed his cock, and stars burst in my vision as I fell over the edge. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I gasped for air as my pussy pulsed. Colt stopped his thrusts, his lips pressing into my shoulder and kissing me as I sought my end.
“Co--lt--I---it--.”
“Take it, Callie. Let me wash over you.”
“Holy fuck,” I whimpered.
I collapsed in a fit of sweat and shivers and he pulled my body into his strength. He lifted me from the soapy waters and stepped out of the tub, leaving the jets to rumble by themselves. My eyes fluttered closed. I felt light-headed. I heaved for air as electricity surged through my mind. I had no words to describe how I felt. Only actions.
And my action was to curl deeper into Colt.
I felt hot water soothe my tense muscles and my eyes flew open. The sound of the crashing waves hit my ears as bubbles popped against my skin again. The hot tub. The ocean breeze wafted against my skin as he slowly settled us into the hot tub. I lifted my head long enough to take in the beach far down below us. High above the empty sand, I peered out over the darkened waters that called to me.
“A beautiful view for a beautiful woman.”
I smiled up at Colt before he brought his lips down to mine.
I kissed him. Caressed him. Ran my fingers through his thick black hair. He massaged my legs, slowly inching them apart before his hand cupped my pussy. I sighed against his lips. I threaded my arms around his neck while the water kept me pressed to him. I sat in his lap as his thumb slowly penetrated my folds, finding that oversensitive little bud of mine that made me jump.
“Colt. I can’t. It’s too--oh, yes.”
His fingers filled me. Not once, but twice. I spread my legs for him, feeling his lips kiss down my cheek. Down my neck. He nibbled at my pulse point as his thumb slowly swirled. I felt my juices leaking into the hot tub, and I didn’t have a care in the world. My eyes fell open, taking in the sky above me. The twinkling stars that cheered us both on in the midst of our desperate pleasure. I bucked against his hand. It was too much, and yet not enough. I fisted his hair and drew his lips back to mine, wanting the taste of
his tongue. My lips swelled against his. My hips rolled into the palm of his hand. I swiveled my hips and he followed my movements, reading me like an open book.
“Cum for me, Callie,” he whispered against my lips.
And I was helpless against his command.
I spiraled into another endless abyss as his lips wrapped around my nipple. I arched my back into him, trying to get as close as I could. Everything faded away. Every sound. Every smell. Every touch. Nothing existed, but my body and Colt’s, and I found that I liked it that way. Enjoyed it that way.
Preferred it that way.
He slid his hand from between my legs and I was filled with a raw, passionate desire. I wanted him to cum. I needed him to do it. I tipped myself up and quickly straddled him, then reached down and guided his cock into my body. His eyes bulged as he slid into my tight pussy, my hips lowering to connect with his. I breathed his air. I bucked against him wildly as hot water sloshed over the sides of the hot tub. I fisted his hair and opened his neck to me, nibbling on his skin as he groaned out into the night.
“Shit, Callie. So tight for me.”
“I want you to cum. Don’t you dare make me cum alone again.”
“Then you’ll have to go faster than that, beautiful.”
His arms wrapped around me and his hips bucked up. I lost myself in him. Lost myself in the strength of his muscles and the sweat dripping from his brow. Sloppy kisses met our lips and I breathed him in. I swallowed his groans and felt his grunts in the crook of my neck. I moved however he wanted me to. His hands fisted my ass cheeks and rolled me deeper into him and I felt his cock caress every part of me. Electricity blinded my vision. My head fell back while his hands kept me against him. I felt his hips stuttering. His cock throbbing. His jaw quivering when I pressed my lips against his.