Chapter 19
CALLUM – FUN IN PUBLIC
Nom nom? I don’t know if I want to know what that means, so I pretend I don’t hear it. I order my salad and find a seat in a booth near the back corner. From where I’m sitting, I can see part of Everlee and I can’t help but watch her. She seems happy.
Lizzy’s a big personality—easy to overshadow anyone around her—but Everlee holds her own. And whatever Lizzy’s saying is making Everlee laugh. A lot. One can only wonder.
Pulling out my phone, I flip through the news headlines trying to stop myself from watching Everlee, but it’s hard. Her laugh is infectious.
I’m halfway done with my salad when a shadow descends on my table.
Everlee stands there, full of sass, with the slightest hint of pink on her cheeks.
“May I sit, sir?” she whispers with a shimmy of her shoulders.
My jaw clenches and my heart flutters in my chest. She flashes a smile, obviously satisfied by my reaction.
“You may.” I pat the seat beside me and slide over. When she sits, I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles before whispering, “You don’t need to do that in public.”
“Maybe I want to,” she says before she mouths sir.
I lean over so my lips brush against her ear. “Careful or I’ll bend you across this table and fuck you in front of everyone.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she fires back without hesitation.
Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, with a hint of uncertainty dancing behind them.
It seems like she’s trying to be more adventurous.
Maybe because she thinks I want it, or maybe she realizes how much she liked it last night.
When she was riding my cock, she was performing.
Not just for me, but for them. I saw a change in her.
She liked the others watching her. It turned her on.
It wouldn’t surprise me if that was her first time.
And that’s what’s dangerous. I want to be her first for all of these new things.
Just the idea of watching the others fuck her.
I’ve always enjoyed watching, but there’s something about her.
It’s like I get to experience it all again for the first time, through her eyes.
She’s staring at me. Waiting.
This woman.
My voice drops to a flirtatious tone “Oh, really?”.
Is she trying to get me hard in a salad shop? Let’s see how much fun we can have. “Turn your body towards me some,” I command, excitement bubbling under my skin.
She hesitates for a second, glancing around. I can’t figure out if the hesitation is for fear of getting caught, or fear of liking it too much. If I had to guess, I would say the latter.
My fingers direct her chin towards me. “Use your words, Everlee.” My tone is low and commanding.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I slide my phone back into my pocket. “Now stay still.”
She nods, but I tilt my chin down at her in expectation. “Yes, sir.” Her skin radiates heat, and her pulse flutters wildly in her neck.
My left hand falls on her leg by her knee, and I give a gentle squeeze. She likes this. Her teeth run across her bottom lip, I’m sure to stop the sound that’s begging to float past them.
My fingers start to slide up her thigh and her eyes flicker to mine with a hint of something I can’t place.
Humor? Mischievousness? Curious, my hand continues to slide up, the blood pumping through my fingers like a steady drum until I slip them under her skirt.
I take another bite of salad and keep pushing my hand up until—
My eyes shoot to hers at the same time my fork clatters to the table.
Fucking hell.
My lips part and I’m nearly robbed of breath.
The look on her face is pure fucking gold, like I just found the end of the rainbow. She knew. She knew what I’d find, and she was waiting. Watching. She could have said something, but she didn’t because she wanted to see this reaction.
“Everlee,” I hiss through set teeth.
"Yes?" she manages, her voice trembling with barely contained excitement.
“Explain to me why you aren’t wearing any panties?”
She bites her bottom lip and I grab just under her jaw and hold her there for a second, trying to talk myself out of bending her over this table and fucking her right here. My heart is beating out of my chest and this woman. That look in her eyes.
The humor.
The defiance.
I want to fuck it out of her and show her who is in control. Not her. Never her. Me.
I am in control.
Though someone could argue right now that I am very much not in control.
“Goddamn you.” My mouth crashes to hers, my tongue pushing its way in, not waiting for permission. Taking what I want. What I need. This kiss is fire. Blue flame, hot as fuck fire. Burn you to your core, so you’re nothing but a pile of ash when it’s done kind of fire.
I pull away, captivated by the bewildered look in her eyes.
“We’re going. Now,” I command, nearly pushing her out of the seat.
“Where are we going?” She stands with a dazed expression spread across her face.
Glaring at her, I grab her hand and pull her outside, aware that my movements are frantic and hurried. Very fucking much aware that I’m losing control. She makes me lose control.
Brady looks up at me as we approach the car and I ignore the smirk smirking across his smirking smirked face. I’m hot. With lust, fire, and anger. Anger that I’m allowing her to do this to me.
Swooping into the car, I pull her in with me. Brady shuts the door and stands on the sidewalk, waiting.
“Take your shirt off now before I rip it off.” My voice is rough, husky.
Without hesitation, she pulls it over her head at the same time I pull down my pants, freeing my already hard cock. I reach into my pocket and curse.
“I’m clean and on birth control,” she says, not giving me time to change my mind. At least I can take some solace in knowing she needs me as much as I need her.
“Me too. Clean.” Without another thought or word, I grip her hips and lift her onto my cock.
She’s so wet, so she slides down. The feel of her pussy stretching around me causes my stomach to tighten.
And that look on her face. Her eyes close and her breath patters as I fill her up.
“Damn you,” I groan out, unhooking her bra with one flick of my fingers.
The clasp is in the front, so all I have to do is push the bra and it slides down her arms behind her back.
Before she can shake it off her wrists, I squeeze her breasts before taking one in my mouth. Control is gone. I need her like a fire needs oxygen. My teeth scrape over her perfectly pebbled nipple, and she lets out a moan, arching her back.
“Callum,” she pants as she grinds her pussy on my cock, arms still pinned behind her in makeshift handcuffs.
“I’m going to get into so much fucking trouble for this.”
“Then let’s make sure it’s worth it,” she murmurs against my neck before she bites.
My cock twitches inside her like I’ve been shot with adrenaline.
“Fuck Everlee.” My palms run down her back, pressing her towards me before I grab her hips and lift her before slamming her onto me. Damn it, I want to get deep inside her. Deeper than I’ve ever wanted to be. It’s like I can’t get enough right now. “Where’s your contract?”
“Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
She wiggles her arms free and digs into her purse while I rub circles on her clit. “It’s not signed yet.”
“Show it to me.”
She flicks it open with one hand and holds it up.
Looking it over, I find what I’m searching for, and a devious smile plays on my lips. “Of course you’d be perfect.” I nod, indicating she can toss it on the ground. “Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods.
“Words Everlee,” I say just before I nip at her neck, sucking her skin until she rides me faster.
“Cupid,” she pants out.
My mouth closes on hers again, mimicking the soft rocking of our bodies.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers, pressing her forehead to mine as she watches my cock disappear inside of her.
“So do you, baby.”
Needing to hear her moan, I rub my finger over her clit, and she leans back, giving me access. “You’re so wet that you’re dripping down my cock.” Pulling my finger away from her clit, I use her arousal and slide my finger against her forbidden hole.
Her eyes lock on mine as realization sets in.
I give her a moment to stop me, but pray she doesn’t.
When she bites her bottom lip and nods, I stretch my neck forward and take her lips in a softer kiss.
When my tongue presses into her mouth, my finger presses softly against her entrance.
She lets out a moan and I swallow it down as she continues to ride my cock, slow at first as she gets used to this new feeling.
After a few thrusts, she moves faster and faster as pleasure consumes her. Good. Let her feel out of control.
Her head falls back in pure bliss as my finger in her ass helps to guide us, rock us. With my free hand, I rub on her clit until she is making the noises I want to hear.
We’re rocking, moving faster and faster, as wet slaps, grunts and groans fill the small space of the car.
“If you don’t quiet down, someone will call the cops.” I didn’t intend to take her in my car on a busy downtown street, but…
“Let them come. They’ll bring the handcuffs.”
Her eyes flash with excitement, and I can’t help myself. I press my lips to hers and punch my cock into her harder and faster.
“I’m…” she stutters, as her pussy quivers around my cock.
“Yes, baby. Come for me,” I command, using my free hand to rub her clit.
Two thrusts later, with my mouth on hers, she unleashes a deep, guttural groan.
I can tell she’s trying to hold it back, so she doesn’t scream, but I don’t care.
Her pussy clamps around my cock, squeezing it, and seconds later, I’m exploding inside of her.
Our thrusts slow as we savor the delicious waves of our orgasms. When I release her from my kiss, I reach down and grab a wet wipe from the door.
“Just in case you need a good anal sesh in the back of your car?”
Her comment catches me off guard, as does the mischievous glint in her eyes. She’s happy and so am I. “Cute,” I say, playfully tossing a clean wipe at her face.
“You know. This would have been a great time to have a condom. I don’t have panties, so now I get to walk around the rest of the afternoon with your come leaking out of me,” she says climbing into the seat beside me.
“Maybe I wanted to mark you as mine.” The words are out of my mouth before I know what I’m saying.
The light in her eyes falters. “Yours for a few group fucks.” There’s a certain bite to her words that causes a pit to form in my stomach.
I know she wants more. I just don’t know if we can give it. If I can give it. My knuckles brush along her cheek and I tease, “You’re not trying to follow the rules now, are you?” I know it’s probably not the right thing to say, but I can’t let my guard down. And I miss her smile.
She’s hesitant for a second, clearly weighing what to say right now. But she doesn’t speak. She just slowly starts unbuttoning my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry.” She leans over and kisses my chest. “I missed seeing this.” Her hands run softly over my chest like she’s trying to remember everything about me, this moment.
Her fingers trace over several of my tattoos. Tattoos that I keep hidden from the world. They are pieces of me that are my story. A story I don’t talk about with most people.
“Such a man of mystery. So guarded. Hidden from the world.” Her hands fall to my stomach as she stares at me.
Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead before disposing of our wet wipes in the trash can in the back. I grab her bra off the floor and hand it to her so she can get dressed, and after she does, she just sits there, hands on her lap.
“Do you want these?” I ask, holding up her panties from last night. “I washed them for you.”
“You washed them or had someone else wash them?”
My head snaps back in defense. “I washed them. In the sink with lavender soap.”
“You hand-washed my panties?”
I playfully tap her nose. “I’m not completely helpless.”
“Hmmpf.”
“Hmmpf?” I mock, tickling her side, causing her to squeal.
“Thank you.” She grabs them and stuffs them in her bag.
“You aren’t going to put them on?”
“Doesn’t really go with my outfit.”
A low growl rumbles from my chest.
She takes a deep breath, then leans over and picks up the contract off the floor, then digs through her purse.
“Use mine.” I grab a pen from the pocket on the door and hand it to her.
She signs the paper and lets out a puff of air, as if she’s signing away her heart.
I hope not.
She looks up at me, with a playful smirk on her face. “I’m keeping this pen. It’s a good pen.”
“I can’t wait until tomorrow night.”
“For the dinner?”
“That, but mostly because we’ll get to punish your filthy mouth.”