Spicy (5 page)

Reece

My dick’s about to punch through the zipper
of my jeans after the
hot stare
I’ve
just shared with
her
. She’s driving
me crazy and causing a dent in my social life – as in, I’m unable to
bring myself to actually fuck anyone else. My fist has had a lot of use
recently thanks to the dip or two I had between her thighs. It doesn’t want to
be inside anyone else, but Callie – the girl I screwed up with so badly.

With the images of Callie flashing before
my eyes, my dick lengthens, needing relief. Closing my eyes, I try and breathe
through the desperate throb, knowing the only way to get rid of it is in
private.

Coming back to myself when the crowd starts
to cheer and clap at the end of our gig, I leave all my gear on stage and walk
off, ignoring Phoenix and Donovan. I want Callie. I need to explain – I’m
not sure how – but I need to try and get her back, and quickly before I
fuckin’
come in my jeans like a horny
boy. I laugh –
horny boy
– I’m so turned on right now that I’ve decided to go after what or rather
who I want instead of acting like an ass every time we’re in the same vicinity.
In fact, if I grow any bigger I’m not sure I’ll fit inside her tight cunt.

Groaning, I look up and come to an abrupt
stop. I’ve found Callie and she’s with
him,
again, Luke from Rebel Walking.

“No fucking way.”

“Leave her.” Donovan stands beside me
watching her.

“I thought you wanted her again.” I clench
my fist trying to stay put instead of walking over to them and wrenching her
free before pounding my fist into his face.

“She still wants you. Why, I’ve no idea,
but she does.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t start anything with him if I were you
though.”

I stay silent, refusing to meet his eyes.
“What do you think my chances are?” I clamp my mouth shut on the words, but
it’s too late, I already said what I didn’t mean to. After staring through me,
Donovan replies, “I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Dal, but whatever
it is, it has to stop. If you’re unable to do that, then you need to leave
Callie alone because she deserves someone who can offer her their undivided
attention, and not someone who drops everything, even in the middle of the most
intimate act to rush off to another woman.”

I’m so fucking screwed because there is no
way I can let Dal out of my life. I’m all she has. Getting rid of Dal isn’t
going to work, but…

“Hey, you want to go outside?” Her voice
purrs in my ear and I turn to see the chick from earlier.

Do I? Do I want to go outside and let out
all my frustration out on the chick from before?

Looking across to Callie again, she’s still
engrossed in conversation with
him
.
Probably hasn’t glanced in my direction since I was on stage with the guys.

“Let’s go.” I wrap my arm around her neck
as her arm slips around my waist and into the back of my jeans where she
pinches me on the ass. Yeah, my dick starts to come to life again. Perhaps, all
isn’t lost.

I ignore the scowl on Donovan’s face as we
walk past him toward the back exit. There’s more people than normal back stage
with Rebel Walking being here, but I manage to shoulder through them and all
the equipment lying around not to mention the security that comes with them.

Finally punching out through the door, I
drag…um, whatever she’s named with me away from the lights on the building to a
secluded wall where I start to become –
nervous
. I’m acting like a total dick and I’m not even sure I’m
going to be able to follow through. Christ this chicks already sucked me off
once tonight without asking anything else from me. What kind of bastard does
that make me?
You can do it – think
of Callie.

Inhaling, I push her up against the wall,
drop to my knees and slide my hands up, inside her skirt. I can do this. What
the fucks wrong with me? I’m a guy.

Stroking around her ass, she’s wearing a
black, lacy thong, which I move to the side, sliding a finger between her pussy
lips. Hearing her groan, she grips my head in her hands. Letting her push me
toward her pussy, I place a kiss on top of her mound and inhale her. Aroused
woman. My dick wants its freedom now. Wanting to get off after getting aroused
as fuck on stage.

Growling, I rip her thong from her body,
lift one of her legs over my shoulder and start to work her over. She’s
average, nothing like Callie, but she’s a hot, wet and willing woman and I’m
not going to pass up. Not anymore.

Licking and sucking her clit, she writhes
against my mouth, pressing into me, wanting more, which I give her by shoving
two fingers inside her. She comes apart, and I’m about to burst. Shooting to my
feet, I free my erection; quickly wrap it before turning her around and
replacing my fingers in her cunt with my dick.

Grabbing her hips, I close my eyes, and
imagine I’m inside Callie. I’m feeling Callie’s wet heat surrounding me. It’s
Callie whose cunt is fluttering with spasms up and down my cock. Callie who has
my dick hard as rock, seconds from exploding into orgasm.

Clamping my jaw shut, I start to move in
and out of her soaked channel the way I did back in Alabama. She’d been a
tighter fit then, because Donovan had been in her ass, but she’d wanted me in
her cunt, holding her against me. She never moved her eyes from mine. The whole
time it was all about us despite the fact that Donovan was there. Even when I
raised my head and sucked her rosy nipples into my mouth, our eyes never left
the others.

She’d shaken apart, squeezing my cock so
fucking hard my orgasm had shot out of me, before I could even think, without
warning.

Feeling the tingle at the base of my spine
working its way through to my balls, I release into the condom –
groaning. “Callie,” I whisper into her neck and feel her freeze.

“What…did you call me?”

My eyes snap open and everything comes rushing
back, ready to run me over.

“No...”

The sound is a strangled whisper, but it
feels like a scream to me. I whip my head around and
fuck me
! Of all the people to catch me inside another woman it has
to be Callie. I meet her eyes, and watch them fill with tears. She covers her
mouth with her hand before yanking the door open, and disappearing back inside.

I withdraw my shriveled cock from inside
the woman I’ve just used. Yanking up my jeans, I fall to my knees and lose the
entire contents of my stomach. The girl I’m so fucking screwed up over has just
caught me fucking an unnamed chick. I finally finish retching my guts up and
use the dumpster in front of me to help hall my ass up from the ground.

Finding my feet, I throw the condom into
the dumpster, tuck my junk away before facing the girl I’ve just used. The pain
in my gut is telling me to go after Callie, but my heads telling me to stop
being a dick and apologize to the girl in front of me. The one standing there,
her skirt still crumpled around her waist, with a hurt look on her face;
holding back tears. Calling out someone else’s name as you climax is a fucking
shit thing to do. I’ve never done it before. Then again, I’ve never been
screwed up over someone else before, either.

Rubbing my head, I finally meet her eyes.
“I’m really sorry.” I start to walk toward the door, but turn back at the last
minute, and say, “C’mon, back inside. Let me buy you a drink.”

She takes a minute to decide before placing
a smile back on her face. She takes a deep breath, yanks her skirt down and
walks toward me as though nothing has happened.

“A drink would be good.” She stands back
while I open the door for her. “She’s the one from before, isn’t she? The one
whose name you called out. Why aren’t you with her? Then again, never mind. You
probably screwed it up.”

Shaking her head, she leaves me and wobbles
into Simon, the club’s manager who shows some interest by taking her arm and
leading her out to the front of the club.

Now to find Callie and explain… Explain
what though? That I fucked the girl thinking it was her? Somehow, I don’t think
that will go down too well with how upset she looked. Did she hear me moaning?
Did she hear me call her name?

Moving one foot in front of the other, even
though they feel like I’m lifting lead, I walk further into the club, trying to
find her, which is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Callie

Unable to get the image of Reece inside the
skank out of my mind, the tears flow as I try to find the restrooms so everyone
will stop staring at me. At least, I think they’re staring from what I can see
through my tears.

No matter how many times I’ve told myself
to forget him – to move on from him, there was still that bit of hope in
my heart, but now it’s died. And I’m dying of jealousy. How could he do that?
Because he’s a bastard, that’s why.

Spotting the restroom, I push my way inside
and quickly lock myself in one of the stalls. Flipping the seat shut, I collapse
onto it and let the sobs I’ve been holding out.

I’m so upset I end up on the floor, huddled
into the corner by the door, clutching my knees to my chest as my heart breaks.

It’s one thing to catch the guy you’re
crazy about kissing someone else, but it’s another to actually catch him with
his jeans around his ankles and his cock inside someone while he comes. Knowing
that she gave him pleasure instead of me.

I start to hiccup through my tears as I
hear the restroom door bang open.

“Callie? Callie are you in here?” Thalia
shouts, pushing the doors to the stalls open as she moves along. “Callie,
dammit.”

Rising, shakily, to my feet, I grab a
handful of toilet tissue to try and mop up with before unlocking the door. I
know Thalia will be standing outside waiting as I pull the door open and meet
her eyes.

Her eyes widen before she moves forward and
wraps me up in her arms. “God, Callie. What’s wrong? Phoenix spotted you
running in here and he said you looked upset.”

“Ree–.” I hiccup before trying again,
“Reece,”
hiccup
, “I caught him
fucking her.” I start to cry again.

Thalia freezes then cusses under her
breath. “Phoenix will kill him… Shit. Why couldn’t you have fallen for Donovan?
He likes you and sure as hell wouldn’t treat you like this
shitbag
does.”

I start to laugh through my tears. Why,
I’ve no idea? But I can’t seem to stop. My whole body shakes with my laughter
as Thalia stands back, stunned and watches me. My laughter soon dies though
when Donovan comes barging into the room.

“Um, what’s going on?” He takes one look at
me and says, “Why don’t we move this to the bands room.” Even through my tears
and laughter, I register the unease on Donovan’s face.

“Are you okay?” I ask with my husky voice.

He grins. “That’s what I should be asking
you, but right now we need to leave before people wonder why I’m in here. Don’t
want them getting the wrong idea.” He shudders.

“Give me a minute while I wash up.” Feeling
stronger now, I turn the faucet on and splash cold water onto my face a few
times before finding a huge bunch of tissue pushed into my hands to, I presume,
dry off with.

Throwing the tissue in the trash, I take a
look at myself in the mirror, and apart from my eyes still looking watery;
there are no telltale signs of my heartbreak. At least I’m not red and blotchy
like I usually am after a heavy cry.

With a deep breath, I look toward my two,
nervous friends and offer Thalia a weak smile before walking into Donovan’s
waiting arms. He sighs into my hair and holds me tight.

I shouldn’t need his arms around me, but I
do. He was there with Reece and me back in Alabama, and although it was Reece
who captured me, I’d found Donovan damn hot and sexy. I’ve lost count the
amount of times over the past weeks that I’ve wished it was Donovan whom I
longed for…but it wasn’t.

Kissing his chest, I move away from him.
“Let’s go.” I look over my shoulder at Thalia. “I’m ready, and although I’m
still pissed at him, from now on it’s about me and what I want, which is to go
and party and flirt some more with Luke.”

Turning back toward the door, I slip my arm
through Donovan’s and try and pull him with me, but he doesn’t budge. “What’s
wrong?”

He looks at Thalia before meeting my eyes
again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I let go of him and standing with my hands
on my hips, I get ready to make my stand.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t go and have
fun, but, well, Luke… Really? He’s after one thing from you.”

I’m pissed now. “Well, now. As I recall
that’s all you and Reece wanted during the summer.”

Hmm. He’s blushing.

“You got me there.” He rubs at his eyes
before looking back to me. “You were different, Callie. I felt it and so did
Reece. I still think he’s running scared for what you made him feel. It was
your innocence that hooked him.” He gives me a wolfish smile and I know he’s
thinking about how
innocent
I was in
the bedroom.

Ugh! “Well, after what you two did to me,
you can’t exactly call me innocent anymore, now can you?”

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

We all turn to look at the guy standing in
the doorway.

While I’m ‘admiring’ the muscle on show,
Donovan takes my hand. “Sorry, Ruben. Slight problem, but everything is cool
now.”

Ruben narrows his eyes, but holds the door
open as we file out with Thalia following behind us only to be greeted by some desperate
to pee women who give us strange looks.

Donovan pulls me into him, as Phoenix
appears from nowhere, wrapping himself around Thalia who turns into his arms
and practically climbs up him.

Shaking my head, I look away and continue
to put one foot in front of the other as Donovan leads me to a quiet spot close
to the back exit. The door that I walked out and felt my heart break.

Donovan takes in a lung full of air before
releasing my hand and pulling me into his arms. He feels good against me, but
I’m not sure I can do this. I know before he said he was willing to let me act
with him to make Reece jealous, but…I’m not sure this is right. He’s Reece’s
friend, he shouldn’t be caught in the middle.

Raising my head, I meet his eyes. “You know
we can’t do this, right?”

He uses his fingers to brush my hair back
from my face, ignoring my words and I feel a lump forming in my throat. God,
he’s so sweet. Not a word to be used to describe a guy, but as long as it stays
in my head, there’s no problem.

Taking his hand into mine, before he pulls
it back completely, I kiss his knuckles while I get straight in my head what I
want to say.

He really is a ‘sweet’ guy with an
amazingly hard body and he sure didn’t miss out in the looks department. I
loved being naked with him, and he did give me orgasm after orgasm with his
talented fingers and deliciously long cock, not to mention his tongue.

I start to squirm and he grins, leaning
into me. “Are you sure about that,” he whispers, sliding his hands over my hips
to my butt before pulling me against him and his arousal.

Groaning, I drop my head to his chest and
feel him kiss me on the top of my head.

“It’s okay, Callie. I know. You’re damn hot
and seeing you remembering what it was like is so fucking hot.” He laughs.
“Honestly, it could complicate my life even more than it is if I end up
convincing you to use me to get at Reece.”

Does he mean because he’s more attracted to
me than I am him or… “You’re sweet on someone?”

He laughs and pushes me slightly away from
him. “You seriously did not use the word sweet? Because trust me, sweet does
not cover what I want to do to her.” He coughs. “I mean, well…”

I interrupt him by covering his mouth with
my hand. “I get it.” I smirk and looking around, my gaze and thoughts search
for Reece. Did he leave or is he somewhere in the bar? As hard as I try, I
can’t stop thinking about the man.