Wicked Fall (11 page)

I lean forward, placing both of my hands against the concrete wall on either side of her head. Brushing my lips at her temple, I whisper, “Squeeze it, Callie. And don’t be gentle.”

Her breath gushes out and she squeezes me, rubbing her thumb over the tip and smearing the pre-cum that’s leaking out. And Christ… such a simple move shouldn’t feel that good. I’m almost afraid of what it’s going to do to me when I’m sunk balls deep inside of her.

I move a hand to the back of her head, grab a big chunk of her hair, and pull on it until her head tilts back. Her eyes are clouded with lust, and she licks at her lips again while her breath comes out in short pants. I kiss her softly even though every hormone in my body is demanding I go hard. I kiss her gently so I can hopefully get my racing heart under control.

Her hand moves up and down on my dick, and it only takes two strokes and my hips are pumping against her touch, seeking and then demanding more. And while letting Callie Hayes jerk me off is indeed a nice idea, it’s not as great as fucking her. And like I told her just a few moments ago, I do intend to fuck her.

Speaking of which…

“Hold on,” is all the warning I give her when I reach down and grasp her under her ass, lifting her up. Good girl that she is she doesn’t even let her hold of me go, but she does bring her free hand to my shoulder to steady herself. I lift her up higher, pull her in closer, and then start to let her settle. She instinctively guides the end of my cock right to her hot, wet entrance and at the first touch against that beautiful place of pleasure, I hiss through my teeth.

This is going to be a brutal fucking. I can already tell that there will be no holding back.

“You’re too big,” she pants out as I push just a fraction of an inch into her.

“Damn right I am,” I huff out as I tilt my head and graze my teeth along her neck. “But it’s going to feel good… promise.”

She seems to accept me at face value because she releases her hold on me, brings that hand to my opposite shoulder, and gives a tentative circle of her hips. I slip in just a little further.

Callie is so fucking tight, and I’d like to imagine this is how her virginal body would have felt to me eleven years ago. Although my need to invade her swiftly is almost painful, I take tiny stabs into her body. Inch in, inch out. Working my way in increments, letting her body adjust to me. Callie helps me along by undulating and circling against me.

My face tilts forward until my forehead is pressed against hers. Our breaths mingle with each other’s, ragged and heavy. My fingers press into the muscles of her ass, and I bite down on my lower lip hard to center myself for a moment. Otherwise, I might slam into her.

Callie moans as I work in a little deeper. Her body grips me like a glove. Feels better than any other pussy I’ve ever fucked, and I’m not even all the way in.

“Woolf?” Callie says in a hoarse voice.

“Mmmmm?”

“Please,” she gasps as I push in a bit more.

“What do you need?”

“I need—”

I pull out a few inches, feeling her get wetter and wetter.

“I need—” she gasps again as I push back in even further, almost to the hilt.

“Tell me, Callie,” I urge her with my lips against her neck as I pull back out again.

“I need—”

I slam all the way in, breaking past the last of her tightness and she gives a strangled sob, her head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. For a brief moment, I think I’ve hurt her, but then she chuckles as she lifts her head back up.

“That’s what I needed,” she says with a sly smile.

I can’t fucking help it. I’m not one to be playful and flirty during my fucking, but she draws a smile out of me anyway as I rotate my hips and push her hard into the wall so I can grind against her. She gasps, eyes roll back, and I’m satisfied.

Then…

I fuck her.

Hard.

I piston in and out of her with long thrusts, aiming to hit her deep. I know I hit the mark because she cries out at the end of every stroke. She’s amazing. All around me wet and tight and hot. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and our skin makes beautiful music as it slaps against each other.

I go faster, desperate to get her off, get me off. Feels so goddamn good that I don’t ever want it to end, and at the same time, I’m dying to orgasm inside of her.

Mark her.

“Woolf,” Callie gasps, and her nails really bite down into my skin. “I’m going to come.”

I bend my knees slightly, giving a better upward angle, and rock into her deeper than I’ve ever been in a woman before… metaphorically. I hold still for just a brief moment, relishing this closeness I have with Callie on such an intimate level. Just a second or two, and it feels almost sacred.

Callie doesn’t let me feel it too long though as she swivels her hips again, silently urging me back into the game. I reward her with a steady, deep pace, and we both start racing toward release again.

I’m vaguely aware of the door to The Silo opening and the fall of heavy footsteps on the slate paver. Callie’s out of it, her moans cutting through the cool Wyoming air, oblivious to our audience.

I personally don’t care because I’ve fucked in all kinds of public places before, and besides… anyone coming out of The Silo has either watched me fuck or has been fucked by me, so I keep right on hammering inside of sweet Callie Hayes. I do, however, want to protect her identity to some extent, as I know she probably would freak out if she realized we were putting on a show right now. So I kiss her, because I haven’t done that since my cock slammed its way inside, and she melts further around me. Our tongues move slowly against each other, even as my hips continue to drive brutally against her. My breathing is out of control, my skin is prickling, and my balls start to tighten.

Without warning, Callie’s hands go to my hair and her entire body stiffens. She jerks hard, causing my scalp to tingle, and bites down on my lower lip. It’s when her body starts shaking that I realize she’s coming.

Violently.

Her pussy grips my cock hard, squeezing it from every single angle, and when she rasps out, “Oh, God… Woolf… so good,” I fucking lose it.

I have the quickest firing of an orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. Normally, there’s always a slow buildup and I work my way methodically toward it, but this release catches me so unaware that my legs begin shaking as I start to unload inside of Callie. I come so hard my balls actually ache from the force, and I can do nothing but hold myself inside of her with my head on her shoulder and let it overtake me.

My body quakes as my orgasm thunders through my body, and if I were to die in this moment, that would be just fine with me, because how can life ever be good again after feeling this?

I seem to come forever but finally my cock stops twitching and Callie’s body relaxes against me.

“That was fucking hot,” I hear from behind me, and I recognize Cain’s voice. He’s my head of security at The Wicked Horse as well as a very active member of The Silo. Callie jerks in my arms and starts to raise her head, but I cup a hand behind her neck and press her face into my shoulder to save her the shame of seeing Cain there.

“What do you need?” I ask as I suck in a deep breath, keeping Callie pinned to the building.

“Catherine’s organizing a quick gang bang inside. She wants you to come play,” he says casually as I turn to see him leaning up against the door.

His request isn’t unusual. Even though he just saw me just fucking Callie, he knows I would ordinarily be up for another round before too long. And Catherine doesn’t come to visit often. She’s from Las Vegas. A young socialite who married a man fifty-two years her senior. He can’t get it up anymore but he wants his wife to be pleased, so he gladly pays her membership here. He sometimes comes to watch, sitting in a wheelchair and sucking down oxygen. Catherine is one of the few “single” members here that can really take a hard gang bang. She loves it getting rough, and she’s never put a limit on the number of men. It’s always a fucking treat to participate in that. So yeah… Cain wouldn’t think twice about coming out here to see if I’m interested.

Except I’m not.

Not even the slightest… and that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with the annihilating orgasm I just had, but everything to do with the woman in my arms right now who has just gone tense all over from Cain’s invitation.

“Offer my regrets. I’m leaving for the night,” I tell Cain, and he knows he’s dismissed. He walks back inside without another word.

“Who was that?” Callie asks as she pulls her face back. Her words aren’t given in anger or condemnation. Just mere curiosity.

“That’s Cain Bonham. He’s my head of security here.”

“You can go back in if you want,” she says confidently. Almost too confidently, but I can see a different story in her eyes. It would actually destroy her if I did that, and I don’t like how that makes me feel. Callie has no hold over me. What we just did… that was just fucking. I plan to be right back here tomorrow night, and I won’t give her a second thought.

Fucking liar
, my subconscious pipes up.

“Nah,” I say casually. “I’ll walk you to your car and then I’m going to call it a night. I have to be up early tomorrow.”

Callie wiggles a little, pushing against my shoulder, and I give into her silent demand to be let down. My half-hard cock slips out of her, and I lower her to the ground where she bends over to pull her panties back up.

“Oh, jeez,” Callie says as she gazes down at herself.

“What?” I ask as I tuck myself in and button up.

“Do you have something to help me clean up?” she says as she looks back up at me with a sheepish grin. “There’s like a gallon of um… well, you know… leaking out of me.”

Giving a bark of a laugh, I crouch down in front of her. I lift her foot up, freeing her panties that are hanging there, and use them to clean up the thick stream of my semen running down the insides of her thighs. As I stand up, I tell her, “Sorry. I haven’t had sex in a while. Must have been quite the buildup.”

I chuckle over the thought, which explains why my nuts actually hurt as I was coming. But the tone of Callie’s voice has me sobering fast.

“Woolf,” Callie says hesitantly as she pushes her dress down over her hips and smoothes it out. “We didn’t use protection.”

Fuck. How in the fuck did I—?

“Are you on the Pill?” I ask her quickly as I stuff her soaked panties in my back pocket.

“Yes, but—” she says.

“Then you don’t have anything to worry about,” I tell her with relief. “I swear I’m clean. I never, and I mean never, Callie, have gone without a condom. That was the first time ever.”

She winces and chews on her lip for a second before saying, “I appreciate that, but um… I don’t know if I’m clean. Will was the only man I was ever with, but he was cheating on me.”

“Christ,” I mutter as I swipe my hand through my hair. I just gave into overwhelming lust, stuck my dick in unknown territory, and who knows what that fucker could have passed on to his unsuspecting fiancée. It never crossed my mind to distrust Callie, and there’s no harm in that. This is Callie. Sweet Callie I’ve known all my life. But it also never crossed my mind to distrust the person she was with, and that’s totally out of character for me. I don’t give trust easily, and I’m usually very protective of myself. It’s just further proof that Callie drives me out of my mind, and that is not a good thing.

I reach down and take her hand, give it a short squeeze. “I’m sure it’s fine. And I’m sure he wore protection, but I want you to go to the doctor tomorrow and get tested.”

She nods at me as tears prick her eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have done that already, but I never thought this would happen, and I should have stopped you but I swear, Woolf… I wasn’t thinking straight.”

I pull her roughly to me and kiss her quiet. When I draw back, I murmur, “Stop. I’m sure it’s fine and give yourself a break. I’ve heard that I’m impossible to resist.”

She gives me a shy smile and blinks the tears quickly away from those beautiful eyes.

Jesus… what in the fuck am I getting myself into here? Tonight I’ve broken so many rules, I don’t even know who I am anymore.

I know one thing for sure though.

Even though my common sense is telling me to cut this shit off right now and break ties, I could no more stop with Callie Hayes than I could give up oxygen.

Callie

I glance at the clock and when I realize it’s half past noon, my stomach gives a loud grumble, reminding me that it hasn’t been fed yet today. I make a command decision to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. This decision comes easy because I don’t have a damn thing to do, and I don’t like twiddling my thumbs. Woolf hasn’t seen fit to direct any work my way, and there’s no sense in me staying here any longer. There’s no telling when, or if, he’ll show up to the office.

I log off my computer and reach into my bottom desk drawer for my purse. Just as I start to stand from my chair, the office door opens. A jolt of adrenaline spikes through me as I think that it might be Woolf, but it immediately recedes, leaving my skin tingly when I see Bridger walking in. He’s dressed in the standard western wear, but he’s not wearing a hat. It gives me the opportunity to take in his dark brown hair that he wears a little long like Woolf and golden brown eyes that appear outgoing and friendly. He’s a very good-looking man, if you just take in a quick glance. Pretty face, hard, muscled body, and confident swagger. But when you look closer, he just radiates this weird vibe that’s equally compelling and dangerous. Just when I think I could be comfortable in his presence, I realize I’m not sure I ever will be.

He’s got a toothpick sticking out of his mouth that he lazily rolls with his tongue. He gives me a short smile, and I tell him, “Woolf’s not here.”

“Know where he is?”

“Nope,” I say succinctly as I stand straight from my chair. No fucking clue where he is. Haven’t seen him since night before last when he fucked me up against The Silo while apparently one of his employees watched, and then walked me to my car where he mumbled good-bye to me. When I got into work the next morning, feeling pleasurably sore from his huge dick, I was greeted with a handwritten note that said “Meetings in Cheyenne. Be back Friday.”