by Jaci Burton
“We’re monopolizing,” Blair said.
Abby nodded. “Get going. We’ll wait. But we want details after the weekend.”
Callie grinned. “Love you guys.”
She turned and was about to head back to the ballroom when Jack pushed through the doors. He spotted her, grinned, and headed her way.
“Thought you’d run off.”
She shook her head. “No, got waylaid.”
“Ah, so I see. Couldn’t wait for the blow-by-blow?”
Blair brushed by him and shrugged. “Hey, we’re nosy. But Callie won’t give, so I guess we’ll have to be patient. Y’all have fun.” She winked at Callie, and she and Abby headed back into the ballroom.
Callie turned to Jack. “Sorry. They dragged me away.”
He laughed. “That’s what I’m about to do. Go get your things, and let’s get out of here.”
Sounded like a really good idea to her. She slipped back into the ballroom and grabbed her purse, winked a quick good-bye to Abby and Blair, then met Jack out front.
No car, since he lived so close to the club. He grabbed her hand, and they strolled down the wide street. Quiet, with quaint lampposts embedded in the sidewalks instead of glaring overhead streetlights, they walked along the middle of the road, and Callie had a chance to check out the neighborhood.
Nice space in between houses allowing for privacy. Tall redwood fences between each house, too.
“No one can see from one house to the other,” he said as though reading her mind. They rounded the walk toward his house, an enormous, at least by Callie’s standards, single-story home. It had cream-colored brick with a dark brown tile roof and a wide, full-length, covered porch. Callie found it absolutely charming. She loved the porch. Open and yet private enough a couple could sit outside and—
Jack pulled her toward him and covered her lips with his. Heat enveloped her, an instant rush of wet desire pooling between her legs as he wound his arms around her and pressed his hips against hers.
The rigid length of his erection rocked against her pelvis. She loved that he could get hard again for her, right there on the front porch. When he walked with her, his lips still connected to hers, and the back of her legs hit the ledge of the porch wall, she moaned against his mouth.
Yes, she wanted him to fuck her right here.
He dragged his lips from hers, his gaze a mix of stormy blue and gray.
“There’s going to be fireworks outside tonight. The crowds should be milling about soon.”
“Really?” Her heart pounded, her body throbbing with the need to feel his hot cock inside her.
“Yeah.”
True to his statement, she heard the sounds of laughter and conversation and turned to see the crowd from the club pouring out all the doors.
“The park behind the club will be shooting off the fireworks. Everyone heads out into the streets to watch. We can see from here.”
And people could see them. “What are you saying, Jack?”
He pulled her toward him and wrapped his arm around her waist, his cock nestled against her ass. She heard the zipper of his pants draw down, his hips undulating against hers, then he lifted the back of her dress and jerked her panties over her hips and thighs. She shimmied a bit until they fell to her ankles, then kicked them off.
“I’m saying I’m going to fuck you while we watch the fireworks.”
Her pussy clenched in excitement. Callie gripped the brick column next to her for support, spreading her legs a bit to give him access.
“You want that, Callie?”
He swept her hair to the side, the warmth of his breath tickling the back of her neck. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want you in me.”
The first boom of fireworks exploding from the launching point in the park made her jump. Jack tightened his hold on her, kicked her legs apart with his knee. The loud applause drowned out her gasp as his cock thrust inside her, hot and thick, sliding with ease inside her wet cunt.
“Damn, honey, you’re sopping wet down there. Does it make you hot to know all these people could turn around and see me fucking you?”
“Yes,” she panted, clutching the column. Her legs were shaking as she surveyed the crowds. Another explosion of fireworks brightened the night sky, lit up the porch, putting a spotlight over them. Anyone who wanted to look in their direction, who scrutinized the couple watching fireworks from the porch, could see what they were doing. Her dress was raised over her ass in the back, her legs spread, Jack’s thrusting motions propelling her hips forward.
Oh yes, anyone looking could tell she was being fucked from behind. A rush of fluid escaped her pussy, delirious excitement obliterating her reality once again. Now she felt only the pleasure, the forbidden, the anticipation of someone discovering them.
The sky was awash with exploding colors, every thunderous boom pounding through her body as Jack powered inside her to the same rhythm. The crowd screamed with every burst, and so did Callie, not bothering to squelch her voice as Jack drove hard and relentless, digging his fingers into her hips.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back against him. “I’m going to come in you,” he said, his voice tight, harsh with tension as he thrust deep. “You ready?”
She was as ready to burst as the finale of exploding fireworks above them, the cacophony of sounds drowning out her screaming “Yes!” But her body gave the answer, gripping his cock in a tight vise as she climaxed, gripping him in a squeezing spasm as she came. He jerked her head back and took her mouth, hot jets of come spurting inside her as he ground his lips against hers, his tongue stroking hers in a frenzied rhythm, finally settling as they shuddered and slowed.
Jack pulled out and turned her around, his kiss gentling, his hands roaming over her body in soft, pleasurable strokes. Callie panted against him, then breathed again, murmuring moans of sated pleasure as he held her against him and caressed her back.
By now, the fireworks had ended, and the crowds began to dissipate.
Had anyone seen them fucking? She didn’t know.
Frankly, she didn’t care. She knew the possibility of discovery existed, and that was enough to heighten her excitement. That Jack also got off on the exhibition was a plus she hadn’t ever expected but planned to capitalize on for as long as she could.
“Maybe you’d like to see the rest of my house now,” he said with a wry smile, kissing the top of her head.
“Sure.”
He palmed open the door and pushed the light on, standing aside while Callie walked in.
“Before you ask, no, I had nothing to do with the decorating or furnishings. I had it all done for me. Didn’t have time to do anything other than fall into bed at night after the move, so I had other people take care of the details.”
She was going to ask, because the place was impeccably decorated and perfect for either a man or a woman. He led her through the house and flipped on lights in every room. The walls were a pale sand, the furnishings elegant and modern, some leather, some upholstered in bright, bold earth tones. He had wood floors polished to perfection, not a thing out of place on the tables in either the living room, dining room, or kitchen, which was enormous, bright, and with state-of-the-art appliances.
“Wow,” was all she could manage.
“Looks nice because I’m never here,” he said. “Plus I have a cleaning crew come in and obliterate the dust demons and mold monsters every week.”
She snorted.
“There are four bedrooms. Two of them are empty except for boxes and other storage. One is my office, the other the master bedroom.” He led her down the hall, pointing in all the rooms as they walked by. All of them were spacious, the square footage of his home at least twice the size of her modest little house. Then again, what did she expect? They were on nearly opposite ends of the economic scale.
The master bedroom was an absolute dream, wi
de open, elegant, with a floor-to-ceiling bay window in front of the bed overlooking a patio spa. She headed out the doors and onto the patio, running her fingertips over the edge of the hot tub. She peeked out through the tightly woven lattice that reminded her of the gazebo at the club. The lattice covered three sides, leaving one side open, but, of course, the fenced backyard afforded enough privacy.
“Can’t see much through there, can you?”
Jack had stepped up behind her, his fingers sliding over hers. He leaned over and flipped on the button, and the hot tub jets fired up. Callie stepped back as water bubbled to the surface of the spa, bumping into Jack as she did. She pivoted and looked at him.
Arousal blended his eyes a dark, stormy color. Kind of a mix of blue and gray, his heavy-lidded gaze raked over her body.
Bobby had been a once or twice a week sex kind of guy. She’d loved him with all her heart, but he hadn’t been an overly passionate man. Caring, yes. Loving, absolutely. But not big in the sex department. That Jack had fucked her twice and given her three orgasms already astounded her. That he wanted her so soon again was extraordinary.
“It’s actually too hot outside for the spa, but how about a shower?”
“I didn’t bring any other clothes with me.”
He cast her a sideways glance, then said, “You’ll look great in one of my shirts.”
The thought of wearing his clothes next to her skin made her nipples tighten. “Then let’s do it,” she said with a grin, pulling the straps of her dress down her arms.
Jack shucked his jacket, then his tie, hurrying through the buttons on his shirt while watching Callie peel the dress from her body.
He hadn’t seen her naked yet. They’d had sex three times, and he hadn’t seen her naked yet. She drew the dress down over her breasts, then her waist, revealing full breasts, a slender waist just made for a man’s hands, and curvy hips that he remembered gripping as he pounded his cock inside her. She had long legs, too. A perfect body. A woman’s body, not at all like those women who hounded him at the club with their stick-thin bodies fed by the latest diet craze, the ones who brutalized their constitutions with personal trainers in order to resemble the latest fashion model. He couldn’t stand looking at them.
Callie, on the other hand, he could ogle all night long. Had, in fact, been looking at her for a very long time. Her skin was warm honey, soft as butter, and he couldn’t wait to feel her full-on naked next to him. He slid his shirt off, then unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, kicking them aside.
Her look of wide-eyed appreciation as she scanned his body was good for his ego. There was nothing more exciting to a man than a woman who liked looking at him.
“Dayum,” she whispered.
He inhaled a sharp breath and stepped toward her, gathering her in his arms. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never make it to the shower.”
“Oh, like I care.”
Admittedly, the thought occurred to him to just grab her and throw her on the bed, but after what they’d done for the past several hours, a refreshing shower was needed. He took her hand and led her into the bathroom and turned on the jets, letting his hands roam over her smooth skin as the water warmed. They stepped into the shower stall.
“Wow,” Callie said, turning around to gape at the jets pouring from three sides. “This is amazing.”
She lifted her arms, and he adjusted the spray so the multiple jets sent out a pulsing massage, then stepped back to just watch her as she closed her eyes and let the water pour over her. She was a goddess, her hair soaking wet and falling over her eyes, her makeup melting down her cheeks, and she didn’t even care. There was a gritty real-ness to her that he found incredibly appealing.
When she opened her eyes and found him staring at her, she smiled.
“I probably look like a raccoon now.”
He laughed and wiped away the mascara smudges from under her eyes. “You look beautiful. I like that you don’t fuss over letting me see you with your makeup running in your eyes.”
She shrugged. “I’m wet. Not much I can do about it.”
He grabbed the soap and washed her body, his hands gliding over her shoulders and back, fingers pressing into her muscles. She had such strength in her body, no doubt because she actually worked for a living, something else the women of the club lacked. They spent all their time being pampered and taken care of. They wouldn’t know an honest day’s work if it bit them in their bony asses. Callie knew, though, and he admired what she’d done with her life. A lot of women who’d lost their husbands and their hopes for the future would have given up. She hadn’t. She’d moved forward and done it all on her own and had made a success of herself.
She moved back against him, the full cheeks of her ass brushing against his cock. It stirred to life, and he shook his head.
“Something’s going on back there,” she said, shaking her ass against his ever-growing erection.
“Really.”
“Yes. I can definitely feel something.”
He let her take the lead, not really expecting her to want sex again, thinking she might be too sore after three times tonight. But she leaned forward, planting her palms against the glass wall of the shower, spread her legs, and cast him a look over her shoulder that made his cock twitch.
Okay, obviously she either wasn’t too sore or she just didn’t care.
“You going to fuck me or stare at my ass all night?”
He cocked a half smile. “I’m debating. Both are great choices.”
“Then do both. Stare at my ass while you’re fucking me. I want to come again.”
Goddamn. Her honesty tore him up inside. He spread her ass cheeks and speared her cunt with his cock, sliding into her wet heat slow and easy, hoping he didn’t hurt her.
Hurt her, right. She pushed back against him with forceful intent, slamming her pussy against his cock.
“Hard,” she said, her head bent down and her palms flat against the glass wall. “Fuck me hard.” With one hand she reached between her legs to fondle her clit. “I need to come again, Jack.”
He caught onto her sense of urgency and pumped his cock deep, giving her what she needed. Whatever she wanted, he’d be damn glad to provide, especially if his cock was involved.
His palms slid down the glass as she rocked backward in wild abandon. All he could do was hold on while her pussy gripped his shaft and she gyrated her ass against him. Callie was in charge here, and he let her have his dick, gripping the door of the shower as a brace and lifting his hips to bury his cock deep into her slick cunt.
“Yes, like that,” she said, her throaty whisper just about to do him in. His balls tightened, and he knew he was going to shoot a hot load inside her, but he gritted his teeth and held on, wanting her to go first.
It didn’t take long. Her pussy gripped him like a vise and she tensed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. She began to shudder, then screamed.
“I’m coming, Jack! Oh, God, I’m coming so hard!”
So was he then, letting go and pumping against her, gripping her hips tight and shooting come deep, as the waves of her climax milked his cock with solid pulses until he thought his legs might give out from the sheer pleasure of it.
“Dear, God, I’m exhausted,” she said as they finally settled. She pulled away and turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips over his mouth. Her kisses were soft, sweeping against his lips in such gentle slow motions that he finally began to feel the exhaustion of the night.
He turned off the shower and stepped out, reached for two towels, and handed her one. They dried off, and Callie dried her hair until it fell in soft, curling waves. As she moved around his bathroom, he heard her sigh several times. Deep, contented sighs.
He liked the sound. But she was tired. So was he. He led her to his bed, and they climbed in. Jack realized he’d never once had a woma
n in his bed before. Not to spend the night anyway.
Having Callie here felt right. He pulled her against him, and she threw her leg over his hip and rested her head on his shoulder. Within minutes, she was asleep.
Yeah, it felt right. Perfect. He could get used to having her around.
One night with her, and he was already comfortable with her in his bed, staying the night. Scary thought, but hey, when it was right, it was right.
And Callie was the right woman for him.
five
“A sex club?” Callie’s eyes widened.
“Yeah. You ever been to one?”
She shook her head, not sure what to make of Jack’s proposal. After sleeping in his arms last night, they’d gotten up, had breakfast, and she’d put on her dress, then Jack drove her home so she could change clothes and pack a few things. They’d spent the day tooling around Silverwood, had a picnic lunch at Rosewood Park pavilion and even played on the swings. Now they were back at his place, hiding out from the late afternoon heat.
And Jack had just suggested they go to a sex club. “No, I’ve never been to one. I didn’t even know Silverwood had those kinds of places.” God, she sounded so conservative. “What do they do there?”
“They have sex, babe. What do you think they do there?”
They were sitting in the living room having a cocktail. Callie took a long gulp of the chilled wine, shocked to her toes to discover there was a sex club in town. Talk about living a sheltered life. And now she felt naive. “Well, I guess they do have sex, that’s why they call it a sex club. I mean specifically. I’ve got this visual of leather and whips and chains secured to the wall.”
He snorted. “Not quite like that. It’s not a bondage club, Callie. It’s a sex club. Think of it as a nightclub. Music, dancing, people milling about. They just go a little further than that. There are multiple rooms where sexual activity occurs beyond the main room where everyone mingles. And anyone who’s interested can go to these rooms and do whatever they want to do.”
Curious, she arched a brow. “Whatever?”