by Jaci Burton
“Oh my God!” she cried, the waves of orgasm tripling in intensity as he thrust and retreated and pounded again, grabbing on to her climax and lifting her right into another one. She clutched his shoulders as he rode her hard, capturing her lips as he came with a groan, spilling inside her with a wild shudder, his tongue sliding over hers in hungry possession.
It wasn’t until they caught their breath, until the racking spasms had calmed and finally ceased, that Callie realized she hadn’t even paid attention to the other people around them, hadn’t noticed whether they’d been watching or not, hadn’t looked to them to see what they’d been doing the entire time she and Jack had been engaged in their play.
She didn’t even care if they’d watched, if they’d gotten off on what she and Jack had done.
He kissed her again, withdrew, and helped her right her clothing.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded and smiled. “Oh yeah. More than okay.”
And she had been worried about tonight? What the hell had been wrong with her? She trusted Jack. She trusted her heart and her instincts where he was concerned. When she was with him she felt warm, safe, and cared for.
She was falling crazy in love with him. Damn. How had that happened? Well, she knew how it had happened. He was gorgeous, successful, kind, generous, good to her, fun to be with, and shared the same interests. He catered to her sexually like . . . well, even more so than Bobby ever had. When she was with him, she felt whole.
She was having the best sex of her life with this man. Her heart was happy for the first time in a very long time. She might never let him go.
Ever.
six
“Jack. You got a minute?”
Jack looked up from his desk and nodded surprised to see Bob in the office on a Sunday. Jack had popped in to do an hour’s worth of work, thinking he’d have the place to himself. Guess not. But he always had a minute for Robert Walters, one of the senior partners in the firm. “Sure, Bob. Come on in.”
In his early sixties with no plans to retire anytime soon, Bob was still fit and still a go-getter, still at the top of his game in the legal field. Every one of the partners aspired to be just like him. The man was dynamic, successful, and well-respected, if a little bit stuffy and conservative, but Jack had always worked well with him.
“You did a great job with the hospital benefit the other night,” Bob said, taking a seat across from Jack’s desk.
“Thanks. They raised a ton of money. Even surpassed the goal.”
“That should make our client happy,” Bob said with a grin.
Jack smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Well, that’s what we like to do. Make our clients happy.”
“Though you didn’t make any of our club ladies happy by blowing them off that night.”
Ah, word traveled fast in Silverwood social circles. “Well, I was busy that night. And I had a date.”
Bob arched a brow. “Anyone I know?”
As if Bob hadn’t already gotten the details of who Jack had been with that night. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Is she a club member?”
“No idea. I didn’t check her membership card before I asked her out.”
Bob’s gaze narrowed. “I don’t think I need to remind you how important it is that you find a woman within your social circle, Jack. As a potential senior partner in this firm, I trust you will choose wisely in that area. There are many women from the appropriate families who would be a fine fit for you.”
He so wasn’t having this conversation. He grabbed a pencil and clenched it tight in his fist. “I’ll keep that in mind, Bob.”
Bob stood and nodded. “Anyway, good job on the benefit. As always, we know we can count on you to do the right thing.”
Bob left the office and shut the door. Jack broke the pencil in half, then flung it into his trash can.
What. The. Fuck. Had Bob really just come into his office and told him his choice of date for the benefit had been socially unacceptable? They didn’t even know Callie, yet they had already passed judgment on her because she wasn’t a member of the club, wasn’t from their social circle.
Anger seethed in his gut like a hot poker had stabbed him. They knew nothing about her. She came from the same background as him, so what made him acceptable and her not? Bullshit double standard was what it was. And he wouldn’t tolerate it.
They could dictate his work but never his private life.
He loved Callie. What he did with his private life was none of their goddamn business.
Whoa.
He loved Callie. He’d been lonely for so long he couldn’t believe he’d found a woman like her. Kind, generous, with a beautiful heart, a hot body, and a wanton sex drive that made him crazy. She was nothing like the gold-digging women he was used to escorting around town. How did he get so lucky to find a treasure like her? And she shared his voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies. The more he dated her, the more he realized she was exactly what he wanted in his life, how lacking his existence had been before he’d met her. No wonder he looked forward to stopping in her shop in the morning for coffee. She’d been the brightest spot in his day for a very long time.
Isn’t that what love was all about? He grinned as he replayed that thought over and over in his head. Yeah, he was in love with her. She was perfect for him.
The senior partners could take that and shove it up their asses.
He’d do whatever he wanted with his life. Maybe it was time to make some serious changes.
* * *
* * *
“I thought we might take in a movie tonight.”
Callie looked up from the sink in her kitchen where she was washing up the last of the dinner dishes. Jack had barbecued chicken kabobs and she was doing the cleanup. They’d had another wonderful night together. Callie couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to find someone like Jack. She kept wondering where the flaw was in this relationship, but so far she hadn’t found one. They meshed perfectly, came from very similar backgrounds, had the same values, and they sure had the same sex drive.
It was perfect. Scary perfect.
“A movie?” she asked.
“Yeah. You game?”
Movie. Game. Somehow she got the idea they weren’t just going to be watching a movie. She grinned. “Sure. I love movies. Drive-in or theater?”
He arched one dark brow. “Now, there’s a thought. I haven’t been to a drive-in since I was a teenager.”
She laughed. “Me either. But it’s hot as blazes outside. I vote for a theater.”
“Dark in there, ya know.”
“We could sit in the back row and make out . . . or something.”
“Or something,” he added with a sly grin.
* * *
* * *
They decided on the last movie of the night. Less crowded. In fact, they arrived a little late, and the previews were already showing. The theater was dark. Only a half-dozen couples came to see the film, which had been out for awhile. And they did choose the very back row, stadium seating, which meant they were sitting high up. And no one else sat up there with them.
“This film has won several awards,” Callie whispered as they settled in their seats. “It’s supposed to be really good.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
By thirty minutes into the film Callie was wincing. The film was terrible. And she had chosen the movie. She kept glancing over at Jack, knowing he was bored out of his mind, but he was being very nice, his gaze directed at the screen, seemingly absorbed in the movie.
Absorbed, ha! He was probably sleeping with his eyes open.
Ugh. The movie sucked. They should have gone for the action movie Jack wanted to see. It had to have been better than this pile of crap they were stuck watching.
She’d have to make it up to him. Somehow.
She loo
ked down at the other people in the theater, then behind her, then at Jack, and an idea hit her. A really nasty one, one that made her clit swell against her jeans.
Oh that would be naughty, wouldn’t it? But then, wasn’t the thought of being caught half the fun? She shifted in her seat and casually draped her hand on Jack’s thigh. He turned his gaze to her and smiled, then resumed watching the movie.
She moved her hand a little farther over, inching her fingers upward. Jack kept his gaze focused on the screen, but his lips curled into a wry grin.
Callie’s pussy quivered. She leaned over and placed her hand on his cock and began to rub. Her body heated, her nipples beading against her thin tank top. Jack didn’t look at her, but his breathing began to increase.
And his cock began to harden. In fact, it got hard fast, soon outlined against his jeans.
Sweet. She loved knowing she could get such a swift reaction from him. She rubbed her hand against him for awhile longer, totally unfocused on the movie now, then popped the button on his jeans. He leaned back in the chair. She drew the zipper down. He lifted his hips. She tugged his jeans partway down so she could pull out his cock.
Her clit throbbed now, rubbing against the seam of her jeans. Goddamn, she wanted to climb on that dick and ride him until they both had shuddering orgasms. But what she wanted even more was to suck him until he shot come down her throat.
She stroked his length, enjoying the power of him in her hands, the heat and steely strength of his cock as she gripped it and began to stroke. Slow at first, grasping it lightly and smoothing her hand over the ridges, circling the wide crest with her fingers and spiraling downward until her fist rested on his balls.
Though the noise from the movie was loud, she tuned it out, focused only on Jack’s breathing, the sounds as he inhaled and exhaled. She watched his cock, his balls, mesmerized by the pearly liquid that beaded at the tip of his shaft. Oh, she wanted to taste that. She repositioned so she was on her knees on her chair, then bent over him and swiped the head of his cock, thrilled at his sharp intake of breath when her tongue glided over the smooth crest to capture his pre-come with her tongue.
“Baby,” he whispered in the darkness, his hand cupping the back of her neck. She shivered, engrossed in pleasuring him, knowing he was watching around them to make sure no one noticed them.
Or maybe he didn’t even care. She hoped he didn’t, because she didn’t. Her panties were damp with her own excitement; she knew that Jack would take care of her needs later. Right now, this was all about him, about catering to his desires. She cupped his cock head between her lips and lightly scraped her teeth over the sensitive tissue, then closed her mouth over him and leaned down, taking him in.
He groaned, low in his throat, his fingers tightening in her hair, grasping hold of the tendrils as she sucked him deep, then withdrew, then forward again, then withdrew, establishing a rhythm. She cupped his balls, cradling them in her hands and giving them a gentle squeeze as she rolled her tongue over his cock head. He arched his hips and drove his cock against her throat.
He was close, his balls taut against her hand, his body tensing. She sucked harder, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and squeezing his shaft as she licked the crest.
She had no idea that fucking him with her mouth like this could be so intensely exciting, could make her want to come with such a wild, primal hunger, but it did. Seeing him grip the arms of the seat with his hands, his knuckles whitening as he tensed and pumped his hips to propel his cock against her mouth was so incredibly arousing she went liquid inside.
She hummed against his cock, needing his orgasm almost as much as she needed her own. With a loud groan he erupted against her tongue, spurting hot jets of come against the roof of her mouth. She closed her lips around him and took him deep, swallowing the salty fluid until he had no more to give her, until he gave a last shudder, then relaxed against her.
Satisfied and smiling, she wiped her mouth, kissed him, then sat back and let him readjust his clothing while she took a sip of soda, her body flaming with need.
He grabbed her hand and stood. “I hope you’ve had enough of this horrible movie, because I need to take you out of here and fuck you until you scream.”
She grinned. “Movie? What movie?”
He laced his fingers within hers and hauled her out of the theater in record time. She practically had to run to keep up with him. His face was grim. He wasn’t smiling.
Jack was a man on a mission.
Since she was the mission, she didn’t mind the single-minded look of utter concentration on his face. Anticipation tingled down her spine.
By the time they reached the crowded parking lot, she was out of breath. He opened the door to his SUV, and she slid inside, started to buckle her seat belt, while he went around to the driver’s side. When he got in, he looked at her.
“Don’t bother with the seat belt.”
“Huh?”
“Climb in back, take your pants off, and lay down on the seat.”
“Here?” She looked around. Wall-to-wall cars, people coming and going. Her pussy flared with excitement.
“Now, Callie. Goddamit I don’t have much patience.”
Her belly quivered. She climbed into the backseat and shifted enough to unsnap and unzip her jeans, then slid them down. Jack turned to watch her, his eyes smoky dark.
“Not fast enough. Hurry up.”
Her heart began to pound, her blood racing as she scurried out of her pants and tossed them into the back of the SUV. Down to her panties, she waited.
“Those, too. Unless you want me to rip them to shreds.”
Dayum. Her clit throbbed with a pulsing ache, wondering what Jack was planning. She drew her panties down over her hips and legs and cast them aside, too.
“Now lay down.”
She laid on the seat. He crawled over the seat and kneeled on the floor next to her.
“Raise your knees to your chest, and spread your legs apart.”
She did, struggling to find her breath. Her throat was dry. Were people walking by? The windows of the SUV were tinted, but could people see in?
“Spread ’em, Callie. Now.”
She did, inching her legs apart a little. Jack wound his arms around her thighs and drew them farther apart.
“I could smell your pussy in the movie theater while you were sucking me. You were hot then, weren’t you?” he asked, drawing his head down between her legs.
“Yes.”
“Did it turn you on to blow me?”
“Yes.” Blood roared in her ears. His hot breath tickled her thighs. She might faint.
“I’m going to eat your pussy here in the backseat of my car. I want you to scream when you come, Callie. I want everyone to hear you come.”
“Oh, God, Jack.” Could she do that? Knowing someone might walk by?
The first touch of his tongue to her pussy made her shriek. Hot, wet, he lapped the swollen slit, licking up the juices that poured from her. She arched up against his mouth, dying at the sensations. He moved his mouth from her clit all the way over her pussy, licking, sucking, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud, then teasing her by moving away from it and sliding it into her cunt to tongue fuck her over and over again until she thought she might die.
Then he started over again, swirling his tongue over her clit, taking her so close to climax that she clutched his head and began to pull his head down, holding him there, refusing to let him move his beautiful mouth.
“Suck me, Jack,” she cried, bucking her hips upward. “Make me come! Right there, oh yes, right there!”
Then it was happening, and she couldn’t hold back the screams of ecstasy as she climaxed, flooding his mouth with hot cream. She held his mouth over her pussy as she undulated against the sweet waves of orgasm, shuddering and whimpering so loud she knew anyone walking by would know exactly what was going on.
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She didn’t care. She was in heaven. Blissful, torturous heaven.
When she came down from the ultimate high, she let go, certain she was smothering him. He raised up and kissed her thigh, moving up her body, shucking his jeans in the process and thrusting his cock inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, driving him to the hilt inside her pussy.
“Tight,” he murmured before taking her mouth. She tasted her come, licked it from his lips before diving inside his mouth with her tongue to lick the velvet softness of his.
He braced himself with one hand on the window and pounded his cock against her, renewing her desire again, taking her higher and higher with every stroke against her clit.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she urged, squeezing his ass with her heels as she lifted against him, digging her nails into his back. He growled and buried his face in her neck, powering hard thrusts against her until she splintered and cried out again, this time taking him with her. He groaned, took her mouth, coming with hard, shuddering spasms against her.
She stroked his sweat-soaked back, her fingers gliding over his muscled skin, kissing his neck and tasting the salt there, too. She licked him, and he laughed.
“I’m sweating on you,” he murmured.
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t think I can move.”
“I don’t care.”
“That movie really sucked.”
She laughed. “I don’t care.”
* * *
* * *
Callie couldn’t help it. She smiled all day at work on Monday. Jack stopped by as usual, only this time it was different. They were different together. Oh, he wasn’t about to embarrass her at work, so he ordered his coffee like any other customer, but it was still . . . different. He smiled different, acted different, and so did she. She giggled. Giggled! It was syrupy sweet. She was appalled at herself.
Her employees laughed at her, but they were also thrilled for her, and so in awe that she’d managed to land someone like Jack Fellows. She still couldn’t quite believe it was real. She felt like Cinderella.