Calendar Girl (2 page)

I did. He kissed me, pounding into me and then letting the sounds of his release loose in my mouth while he kissed me. I swallowed his cries and held him tight until he let me go.

‘Wow.’

‘Yes, wow. The bathroom is to the left. I’ll be in after you’re done.’

I started to turn. Had I just been dismissed? I mean, what was it that Jeffrey had said?
Absolutely no expectations
? I could live with that. Good sex was good sex. He caught me by the wrist. His big hand trapping me again so that my insides went warm and wet for him all over again. ‘Merritt?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Meet me downstairs, I’ll buy you a drink.’ He grinned.

‘I’ll be there,’ I said. I didn’t even consider saying no.

‘Girl, he is one of those Doms,’ Jeffrey said. We’d hit the diner after Marilee’s party. Stefan had offered to take me home but Jeffrey had swooped in and carted me away. Stefan and I had traded numbers, he’d pinned me to the wall for a kiss and then
poof!
went the handsome man who had fucked me silent in the guest bedroom.

‘I don’t think so,’ I said. ‘I can’t picture him in leather boots with a whip.’

Jeffrey choked on his coffee, and shook his head. ‘Are you serious?’

I shrugged. ‘What?’

‘I didn’t mean Dom
inatrix
. Same concept, wrong sex, and they’re often for hire. He’s dominant. He gets off on being top.’

‘We were against the wall,’ I explained. ‘No one was on top.’

‘Merritt,
hello!
’ He pretended to knock on my forehead. ‘Topping you. Not being on top. He wants to run things. Gets off if he says jump and you say how high. Or if he spanks you and you ask for more.’

‘Spanks me!’ I clapped a hand over my mouth and about three old ladies with varying shades of lavender hair turned our way, frowning. A red frown, a coral frown and a frosted mauve frown. Who wore lipstick at three a.m.? And why were they here at three a.m.?

‘Oh, he’ll be spanking you.’

I smiled at the three women who looked like birds on a wire at the counter. ‘He will not be spanking me,’ I hissed. I took a swig of coffee and a bite of my Western omelette. ‘There will be no spanking.’

‘Spanking, whipping, caning, tying up, tying down, gags, handcuffs. Whatever he’s into.’ Jeffrey grinned like a kid at Christmas. He was enjoying this way too much.

‘No and no and also ... no! I’ll just call it o–’

‘Oh, no, no, no you will not, Miss Merritt. He has January. Ride it out. Hell, honey, ride him out.’ Jeffrey threw his head back, laughing. He clapped like a drunken teenager though he was sober as a black suit. His pink lip-gloss glimmered in the diner’s neon. The birds on the wire frowned harder. Pretty soon they were going to burst into flames.

‘Jeffrey, I did not say–’

He cut me off again. ‘He gets January. No cheating.’

‘But–’

‘Was the sex good?’ he said a bit too loud and this time a murmur ran down the line of women. I blushed so hard I expected to simply dissolve.

‘Well, yes, it was ... amazing! But–’

‘Have you got anything to lose?’

‘No, not really. Unless he’s a serial killer and wants to make a suit out of me but–’

‘Then no buts. Unless it’s your cute, little pale butt all red and rosy from spanking.’ He threw his head back again and roared.

God. He was so lucky I didn’t just dump my coffee in his lap.

‘Jeffrey.’

‘Trust me. Give him a month.’

‘Fine,’ I sighed. ‘But if he tries to spank me, then I’m holding you responsible.’

‘OK. Can I watch?’

I threw a grape at him and he smiled. ‘No. And he won’t do that. You’re wrong.’

OK, so he was totally spanking me.

And I liked it.

I gripped the pillow, the lower half of me draped over Stefan’s lap as he talked softly like we were at dinner. We weren’t at dinner. I was naked from the waist down, save for some fuzzy snowflake socks he’d bought me to wear around the house. My head was on a pillow, my bare ass raised across his lap as he landed another blow and said. ‘You didn’t come have lunch with me like I wanted.’

‘I’m sorry. I had a client who wanted to pick out extra wallpaper and that means a–’

‘No excuses, are there?’

‘No, sir,’ I said dutifully and my pussy fluttered hungrily. I had come to appreciate a good spanking. The feel of Stefan’s hands stinging my flesh as he scolded me for something real or imagined. Then he would dote on me. Smooth those strong hands over me and push into me and fuck me. Fuck me until I screamed and cried and begged, and yes, sometimes damn near spoke in tongues.

‘No, sir, what?’ He landed the sharpest blow yet and my body quivered but inside I went wet, flickering around nothing, wanting the feel of his cock thrusting high into me and making me come.

‘No, sir. May I have another?’ The punch line was, I did want another. And then another. And then I wanted to spread my legs for him and beg him with my body.

It had become a craving. To be submissive to his kinks and his wants. Because now, I wanted a lot of it too. Especially the days where my mother called and got me on the phone to cry and cry over Jack being gay. Jack being gay was not the end of the world. Hell, Jack being gay wasn’t even news to me. Jack had always been gay and that wasn’t going to change. He’d just finally said it aloud and good for him!

‘You’ve wandered again, Merritt,’ Stefan said softly and a shiver skittered up my back like a butterfly creeping up my spine.

‘Sorry.’

‘We can’t have that happen, can we?’

‘No sir.’ A flurry of blows landed then. A sharp, hypnotic rhythm that made me think of marching soldiers and jack boots. In these instances I did not have to count. I simply had to endure.

A single tear slipped out and then a rush of endorphins that made my ears ring and my head spin.

‘Are you more focused now?’ His fingers traced my outer lips, flicked at my clit and I sucked in a breath while uttering a ‘yes’.

‘Good girl. And look at this, Merritt has found pleasure in her reprimand.’ He always feigned surprise to find me wet and aroused.

His fingers slithered along my slit and then he pressed the pads of his fingers into my opening, drawing it out, making me squirm. The fingers were gone as fast as they arrived and I yelped, a precursor to the rain of blows that filled my head with the sharp report of his palm on my warm, flushed skin.

I didn’t cry or beg or any of that. That always delays the pleasure. I’d learned to take the bite of pain – to relish it, even – and then bask in the warm attention and severe pleasure that followed.

Stefan flipped me, breathing hard, his cock tenting his jeans so that I imagined being trapped that way was painful. His clothes were off, the condom on before I could wiggle my way to the middle of the bed, both for comfort and to feel the flickers and nips of pain on my bottom. The soothing soft white sheets sliding over my flushed hot skin. He didn’t speak. Instead he spread my legs wide and licked the inside of one thigh, then the other. I squirmed like I could make him do what I wanted. I couldn’t. Finally, though, he settled his mouth on me – sucking and nudging my clit with his tongue just enough so that I held my breath, wanting to come, but not wanting to come.

One more good suck and I jittered on the bed even as he raised, pinned me and slipped inside. His upper body trapping me flat, his hands under my ass tilting me just so. Because Stefan liked me just so. His cock driving home in a slippery hot race to make me come. I’ve welcomed every single orgasm, especially with the stress that had suddenly blossomed in my life like some late winter flower. January had been a rush of calls from a heartbroken, worried mother and my newly announced gay, out-of-the-closet brother. Who was unable to understand why our mother was distraught.

Stefan bit my nipple just hard enough to make me jump. ‘Focus, Merritt. Stay in the moment with me.’ He pushed his fingers to the hot and throbbing flesh of my ass and I gasped.

‘Right. Sorry. There’s just so much in my head sometimes I can’t – oh–’

He did that thing with his hips that hits all the right nerves and spots and I bit into his shoulder without thinking. He hissed and fucked me harder and just like that I was coming in a great, gripping release of spasms and soft cries. Sometimes the noises he made me make almost caused me to want to love him.

Almost.

Stefan pinned me flat, pulling my knees high so that I was opened wide and bare under him. He fucked me slow then. His eyes catching and keeping my gaze so that I couldn’t look away or drift. He rocked and thrust and ground to his content until he lost that fierce focused look of his and his jaw went taut, his eyes darker. And he made me come with him. But he always does that and it makes me grateful.

He had just handed me a glass of nice Pinot Noir and a plate of cheese when the phone rang.

‘Leave it,’ he sighed. He knew what was going on. He had, in fact, been very patient as more than a few phone calls had stalled our evenings together. He might be a bit Dom but he had a good heart. And as far as non-commitment boyfriends went, he was a champ.

‘I can’t.’

‘We can eat and then we can fuck and then I can tie you up with those scarves you love. Then we can fuck again. And we can drink wine, watch movies and sleep because tomorrow is Saturday.’

The phone continued to shrill and I sighed.

‘I’ll even throw in the flea market. I know for a fact that the guy who sells the retro pinup girl stuff will be there. I know because I have his card in my wallet. He gave it to me last time.’

He was bribing me. Maybe men had a sixth sense when it came to stuff like this.

‘Stefan, it’ll just be a minute.’

He frowned. ‘Merritt,’ he said. His voice was full of disappointment and a touch of anger.

‘Just one minute.’ I held up a finger to prove it.

He groaned, sipped his wine, leaned across the white sheets and navy comforter and kissed my bare shoulder. I shivered and my nipples poked the shell pink nightie I’d pulled on.

‘Yes?’

I expected my mother. Or my whining, bitchy, diva brother. But no, Jeffrey said, ‘Guess what day it is?’

‘Um ...’ My mind raced. It was not his birthday. He was born on Valentine’s Day. Shocking, I know. The world’s biggest male slut born on the day of love. It wasn’t anyone’s birthday or a holiday or ... I had nothing.

‘Give up?’

‘Yes,’ I said. Stefan had moved his hand to idly rub the back of my thigh as he watched the History Channel on my bedroom television. The touch was enticing and comforting and most of all, at this point, familiar.

‘It’s January 31
^st
.’

Silence.

Stefan leaned down and kissed the spot right where my ass met the back of my thigh. My body responded instantly with a contraction and a rush of warm fluid between my legs. ‘ I said impatiently.
And?
’

His fingers stroked my other ass cheek and my face flushed with empathy for my bottom. He tickled at my clit with a fingertip and laughed softly. I heard the drawer. The crinkly sound of the condom wrapper. The smell of latex tickled at my nose.

‘And it’s time to say goodbye to Stefan the Spanking Dom,’ Jeffrey said, laughing.

‘But–’ One finger slipped into me and I swallowed a trembling sigh so that Jeffrey wouldn’t hear.

‘But nothing. I told you, no strings. No effort. And absolutely
no expectations
.’

‘But–’ Stefan was fucking me with his fingers, moving on the bed so that he could position himself behind me. My voice told him this was not an emergency, but he had no idea that this didn’t bode well for him. I didn’t stop him, I parted my legs even as Jeffrey spoke.

‘But nothing. Now get that last pity fuck out of the way and cut him loose. It’s only January! No getting wrapped up in any guy. This is your year to work it, Merritt.’

I didn’t even get another
But –
in. He hung up.

Stefan, grasped my hips, thrusting high into me, but holding me stable. Fucking me from behind in a way that never failed to turn me on. There was something primal and animalistic about a man taking me from behind. His fingers, slick with my juices, rubbed greedy, firm circles on my clit. ‘Stefan–’

‘Shh.’ He palmed my ass with one hand, gripped me tight with the other, thrusting into me fast and eager.

‘But we have to talk.’ I hung my head, an orgasm already swelling in my pussy. Glowing in my womb. I bit my lip, trying to stave it off.

‘Later. After,’ he said, his voice held no room for argument.

So I let him take me, make me come. I let him turn me, tie me up and fuck me slow. I let him do it all until he finally came, his face gorgeous and determined.

Then we talked. And he wasn’t happy. When he left I thought about crying. But just couldn’t manage it. I called Jeffrey.

‘Done.’

‘Good girl.’

‘I feel like shit.’

‘It’ll pass. This year is about you. And just being untethered. Like a balloon.’

‘Balloons are usually tethered,’ I said, pouring more wine. I’d finish the bottle and go to bed.

‘OK, a runaway balloon,’ he said. I heard someone in the background. One pretty boy or another. Jeffrey always had company.

‘Yep, that’s me. I’m a rogue balloon.’

Chapter Two

‘I
DON’T KNOW WHAT
she is so upset about,’ Jack said. Jeffrey was at the bar ordering our drinks. Sea Breezes for the boys and a Boiler Maker for me. Trust me, I needed it. And it was what my grandfather used to drink, so it had the nostalgia factor.

February 1
^st
had dawned nipples-fall-off cold and snowy. We met up at The Corner Bar for a drink. Me to regroup over the man thing, Jack to spout off about mom (my father was deceased so we didn’t have to deal with the father aspect) and Jeffrey because he was damn nosy.

‘She’s worried about you, Jack. You have to remember, we’re a different era. Mom and Dad watched lots of people go through lots of bullshit and even some scary stuff because they were gay. She’d be worried about you if you became a cop or joined the military or swam with sharks. She’s worried because she’s seen some bad stuff happen to good people who happened to be gay.’

‘Who’s gay?’ Jeffrey said, setting down our drinks. What a shit, he knew damn well.

I laughed. Pointed. ‘This is old news to you so don’t stir the pot. The gay is, the man, the myth, the brother.’

‘I knew you’d take her side,’ Jack said pouting. He could be such a fucking brat.

‘I’m not taking a side! I’m trying to explain. She’s worried because she loves you, you moron.’

He blinked and Jeffrey snorted. He wore peachy lip-gloss today with faded, surely expensive, jeans, a black sweater and a white beanie with a skull on it pulled down over his shaved head. His fingernails were painted black in a punk rock, kick ass style. ‘Listen to your sister,’ Jeffrey said to Jack.

Jack turned, frowned but then smiled. He’s always had a little crush on Jeffrey. Hell, who didn’t? I’d seen it forever. But now my radar lit up like Christmas tree lights. ‘And you two! No hooking up! That would just be too, too eew. Yuck and also bleh!’ I dropped my shot of whisky in the beer and drank it down. My grandfather would’ve been proud.

Jeffrey shuddered and Jack blinked, looking mildly offended. ‘Girl, don’t even go there.’ Jeffrey swigged his Sea Breeze, pinky up. But that was just to taunt Bruce the bartender. It drove him mad. Bruce swore that men, gay or not, did not drink with their pinkies raised. Jeffrey only did it at The Corner Bar and it always made me laugh.

‘What? Am I that gross?’ Jack balked, his face red. He drank his drink, pinkie down, and I chomped some on the stale, over salted, complimentary popcorn.

‘Yes, you have cooties,’ I said, resurrecting a favourite taunt from childhood.

Jeffrey shivered in mock disgust. ‘Agh! Cooties?’

Jack looked fit to swallow his own tongue with indignation when a voice said, ‘Who has cooties?’

Jack looked up, then was on his feet, shaking the man’s hand. ‘Hey, man. What brings you to our local hole in the wall?’

The stranger smiled. Thin and tall but broad like a football player, he looked like he could snap Jack in half if he tried. His square retro glassed winked at me in the low bar lights. ‘My sister lives up the street. She just had a baby. I went to visit my new niece.’

‘Well, child, let us buy you a drink!’ Jeffrey raised his pinky at Bruce who promptly frowned. ‘Get this man a ...’ He pointed to the newcomer.

‘Beer?’

‘Get this man a beer! He’s an uncle! And none of that watered down sex-in-a-canoe beer!’

‘Sex in a canoe?’ the newcomer asked, sitting when Jack pointed.

‘Fucking close to water!’ Jack and Jeffrey said in unison. I raised my finger to Bruce for another beer of my own. Shook my head when he waved the whisky bottle my way.

‘Just a beer,’ I said.

Jack was clearly enamoured. ‘Guys, this is Alan. We work together. He just started, in fact. He moved here from ...’ Jack shook his head.

‘Michigan,’ Alan said, his brown eyes on me, he grinned. ‘Who’s this beautiful woman?’

Jack’s face fell, Jeffrey uttered a disgusted but amused ‘unh’ and I flushed bright red. Had I already found Mr February? He reached out and took my hand, shaking it lazy and slow and somehow intimately.

‘Merritt,’ I said, my voice a little watery and high.

‘My sister,’ Jack practically spat and then waved his empty glass at Bruce.

Jeffrey was too busy chuckling. ‘Foiled again. It’s OK, you’re a newbie. Your gaydar will improve,’ he whispered.

Alan looked confused and I quickly changed the subject. ‘So, you work with Jack?’

It had gotten hot and heavy fast with Alan and I. He was all the normal, calm, non-polished, big lug man that Stefan hadn’t been. Stefan had been soft spoken and in control. Very self assured, very in control. Alan had a big booming voice and an easy nature, and really, you just wanted to hug him after the first 30 seconds of knowing him.

For our first date we went to Fisherman’s Fancy, a small local eatery where they served the best hush puppies and fried fish. Some cold beer, a lot of flirting and some stolen kisses.

‘So your brother is gay and he liked me?’

‘I think he still does.’ We’d spoken on the phone a few times, Alan and I, and his voice did weird things to my insides. It was a deep, dark voice that almost made you feel dirty. Like listening to him say filthy things would be good. His hand slid a bit higher up my thigh and I knew I had to decide. First date. Fuck him or not?

‘That’s nice. He’s a nice guy. Things like that don’t bother me. People are people, right?’ He laughed, leaned in, kissed me with his soft lips. ‘That was a song, right?’

‘Depeche Mode,’ I said, letting his tongue rim my lips before opening for him to kiss me harder. That was it, I’d sleep with him. He didn’t care that my gay brother wanted to hump him like a horny monkey. That sealed his adorableness for me.

‘Right. I remember now.’ He started to hum even as he kissed me and the vibration of it worked through my chest, down into my belly, lower still to rumble softly in my pussy.

‘Take me home,’ I said, sliding my hand high on his thigh, letting the tips of my fingers graze the hard cock secured in his khakis.

‘Christ,’ Alan said more to himself than to me. He raised his finger at the waiter in the universal ‘cheque please’ signal. ‘Are you sure?’

The fact that he even double checked made me want him that much more. ‘I am so sure I could burst into flames,’ I said, and leaned in nipping his throat with my teeth while the waiter finished our cheque. His cock was hard and long under my hand and I was feeling rather excited to see it up close and personal. It felt different than Stefan’s and Stefan’s had been way different than Drake’s. Before my husband, I’d only been with one other guy and his had been ... well, his had been unfortunate. This did not feel unfortunate.

‘While you take care of that, I have to powder my nose,’ I said. I didn’t really have to powder my nose. I wanted to make sure my panties were straight and my stockings looked good and that I didn’t have any toilet paper stuck to my naughty bits or God forbid, my dress. My cell rang in the short, dark hall to the bathroom.

‘Hello?’ I whispered.

‘Where are you?’ Jeffrey whispered back. Why was he whispering too? I told him. ‘Ah, shama-lama-ding-dong!’ he cried and I rolled my eyes. I knew where this was going. ‘You will have hot, mad, insane monkey sex with this man before the evening is through,’ Jeffrey said in his best fake psychic voice.

‘No shit, Sherlock,’ I hissed, pushing into the rest room. An elderly woman with hair dyed the colour of a brand new penny looked up, alarmed. Then she frowned at me. I smiled and gave her a pinky wave while Jeffrey yammered.

‘He’s into something dirty. Kinky, dirty fun is what he wants from you. Mark my words. He’s got something up his sleeve. OK, so I’m lying. It’s in his nightstand.’ He laughed at his own joke and I checked myself in the full length mirror.

‘What man doesn’t?’ I growled.

‘True, but I sense something that will make even you, my lovely Merritt, go hmm.’

‘Hardly.’

‘Mark my words. Now I’m off to take your brother to the Pink Elephant.’

‘What?’ I yelped and penny-head gave me another glare while she ran a hot pink lipstick over her thin mouth.

‘We’re going to–’

‘No. Diddling. My. Brother,’ I managed.

Miss red hair, pink lips yelped and scurried out of the ladies’ room like whatever I had was catching.

Jeffrey cackled madly and tsked. ‘Merritt, do not be that way. Honey, he’s your
brother
. Which makes him nearly my brother. That would practically be incest for goodness sake!’ Then he hung up.

I sighed. Damn, damn, damn. What was I going to do with him? With Jack? With them both? The phone chirped and I read it.
Moms
(Jeffrey had programmed it). I hit the button to silence it and then turned it off. This night had been enough of a mindfuck. I did not need to add a conversation with my mother to the mix.

‘Ready?’ Alan asked, his face aglow with pre-sex expectations. A little shiver ran up my spine as I thought of the orgasms I planned on having at the hands (and lips and tongue and cock) of this man.

‘You betcha. Let’s go.’

‘You look gorgeous,’ he said, escorting me out.

‘Oh, you sweet talker, you.’

‘Is this weird?’ Alan whispered, fitting me into the harness. I blinked, considering blurting,
yes, it is weird! Of course it is weird!
but we’re all weird in some way when it comes to sex.

‘Not so much weird as new,’ I said, and then he pulled the strap a bit tighter and the hard rubber knob inside the harness rubbed my clit. I sucked in a breath. OK, so I could get used to this.

He smiled at me, his face excited but anxious. ‘I like it when you go slow,’ he said to my ear and his hot breath made my nipples spike. A curl of excitement wound around inside my stomach and my pussy grew wetter. I was going to fuck a guy. Me! Merritt Evans! I was going to fuck this handsome, strapping guy with this turquoise-coloured cock. And if I did it right, the ‘pleasure nub’ (as Alan had described it) would get me off. Then he’d fuck me. Apparently, a good dose of dick in the ass turned Alan into a stallion. At least according to Alan. We’d see.

‘One more should do it,’ he said. He kissed my ear and then my forehead. His lips found mine and he yanked the belt so that it slid one more notch. The nub rubbed my clit and I felt a flickering in my cunt that meant in no time at all I would come. Just the thought of doing this to a big, strapping guy like Alan had me ready to go. ‘And if you like it, next time we can use the other.’ He kissed me one more time and opened the nightstand drawer. He handed me lube and I took it with shaking fingers.

‘The other?’

‘The double dong. A dildo outside for me, one inside for you. You’d be fucking us both at once,’ he said and turned his broad freckled back to me. I had never had a man prostrate himself before me this way and part of me was a nervous wreck, the other part of me was so turned on I was damn near vibrating.

‘Oh,’ I breathed.

‘Just use the lube and ... open me up,’ Alan said.

I did as told, using damn near all the lube in the bottle. To be perfectly frank, I’m shocked that Alan didn’t shoot off the bed. But he didn’t. I watched, fascinated, as his body took me in. So this is what it was like. To enter, to penetrate, to be inside another body. I worked him until he was gasping and moving back to meet me and then he made a small sound I recognised as need and I pushed the blue head of my brand-new cock to his ass and pushed just enough so that the head slipped in.

Alan sighed, ‘Yes, yes, thank you, Merritt.’

That was all I really needed, to tell the truth. I slipped into him, grasping his hips and holding him the way I had been gripped during sex, I moved into him, faster and faster. The rubber nodule rubbed and bumped and stroked my clit so that I had to bite my lip to hold on and not come.

Alan’s arms jumped and bulged as he reached under and stroked his cock. I’d seen his impressive monument to malehood and the sight of a man jacking off always did me in. I came hard and fast, biting my lip, thrusting my hips, gripping him so tight I thought my fingernails would penetrate his skin as surely as the toy was penetrating his ass. ‘Take it off, take it off,’ he chanted.

Even as fine gossamer bits of orgasm continued to trail through my pussy, I fumbled with the strap. I yanked with trembling hands, managing to drop the whole contraption by the bed. Alan groped in that drawer again, drawing a condom over the rosy length of his cock. He came at me with it then, jutting forward in a nearly malicious way that made my pulse speed up and my pussy go creamy for him.

He flipped me onto my back, yanking my knees high so they were near my ears. He slipped into me, spearing me on the full length of himself. I gasped, taking every inch as he moved in an aggressive but oddly tender way. The head of his cock rubbing my g-spot at the most perfect angle. All of me went lax. My fingers and toes and lips, even, felt heavy and slow but in a pleasant way. Like a good red wine buzz or a mild fever. His mouth found my shoulder, my clavicle, my mouth. He kissed me hard, fucked me harder.

‘That was good, Merritt. You were good. Now come for me baby, because you fucked me so good I can’t hold it much more. He pinned my arms for a second and thrust faster. He breathed in my ear, whispering sweet nonsense words until the orgasm that had coiled in my cunt let loose with warm flicks of pleasure that were so good it bordered on pain. Then Alan came with me and by the time he was cleaning his toy he was already talking about next time.

But I was game.