Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Penny
I t wasn't until Calvin tugged my shirt and bra off and began undoing my jeans that I got nervous.
Maintaining my figure hasn't exactly been my highest priority for the last few years. Suddenly I'm naked and spread out underneath a man who might be sixteen years older than me, but looks like he was carved from granite by Michelangelo.
The sun was low when we got here and we turned lights on as soon as we arrived. Now I'm feeling self-conscious.
Still desperate for Calvin's touch, still hoping I'm not imagining the emotional pull between us, but feeling very much like I should run twenty miles and do four hundred sit-ups before letting him see me naked in full light.
Calvin vehemently disagrees; answering my meek confession by stripping every last stitch of clothing off of us both.
"You're fucking perfect, Penelope." He kneels between my legs and takes his shaft in his hand, giving it a long stroke that makes it clear how large the thing is, and how hard he is-- for me.
"This is for you, baby; because of you. I've been imagining these curves filling up my hands since you followed me into my garage, soaked to the bone, with your clothes transparent from the rain. "
His voice goes ragged, like the memory is enough to drive him over the edge.
"This body--" he falls on me, ravenous, "was made for me from my dirtiest fantasies. Understand?"
It's not his heated words that convince me though, it's the callused hands roaming over my curves and the hot mouth kissing, licking, sucking-- ohmygosh biting -- every contour, that steals all the fucks I had to give to the light overhead.
Those strong hands and wicked lips make their way down my body and by the time Calvin's blunt fingertips slip between the slick folds of my sex, the only thoughts left in my in head are about how badly I need him.
Calvin's knees edge back, giving himself more room to work his wide shoulders between my thighs. I feel the mattress shift and hear the thump of his weight hitting the wooden floor, then he grips my hips with those large, leathery hands and pulls my body toward him.
With one strong yank, I'm suddenly at the edge of the bed. My feet dangle briefly until I find purchase against Calvin's muscled back. He only stops pulling me toward him when my pussy is positioned firmly against his mouth.
It happens so fast, I don't have time to second guess or get self-conscious again-- I can only lose myself in the sensation of Cal's hot mouth working some kind of magic.
His fingers brush lightly along my thighs, one hand drawing down to my knee and back along the tender flesh inside. Up and up until those fingers slip against my dripping center.
At that touch, Calvin releases me from his mouth and groans long and low as he presses one thick finger deep inside my core.
"You're so fucking wet, baby, is that all because of me?"
I try to say yes, but the sound that comes out of me is more of a strangled, gurgling, moan.
I roll my hips, seeking the wet warmth of his mouth, hoping to coax his agile tongue back to my clit while I rock against the delicious feel of being stretched over two of his talented fingers now.
Cal laughs, angling the stroke of his fingertips to hit someplace inside me that makes me arch my back and beg out loud.
"That's my girl," he coos darkly, "telling me what you want."
His mouth is against me again, running his tongue through my slick folds and then suctioning over my clit and adding pressure.
He hums-- I think it's meant to be words, but he doesn't release my clit to say them.
The vibration is enough to put me over the edge, sending me tumbling into space until my vision slowly returns and I find myself still spread out on the mattress of this unfamiliar cabin, my legs tangled around Calvin's neck and back, my hands in his hair, my heart beating wildly with this reawakening.
"I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to doing that again.
" Calvin purrs darkly, kissing along the inside of my thigh before rising back to his feet.
He looks down at me with a grin, like he's feeling very satisfied with himself for rendering me only half conscious, and licks the fingers that were inside me only moments ago.
"But your next orgasm is going to be on this."
Standing between my knees at the foot of the bed, Calvin towers above me. His hand wrapped around a thick cock that's so hard it looks painful.
Pre-cum seeps from the slit and my mouth waters.
It's been so long since a man touched me. And Calvin Murdock is more than enough man to make up for it.
He kneels on the edge of the mattress, and I scramble back to give him room.
My brain goes off line as he closes in on me, moving that big, strong body over mine like he's stalking prey, but kissing me so deeply when he's eye to eye with me that I can't wait to be devoured.
Calvin
I 'd ask again if she's sure about this, but Penny reaches between us and wraps her hands around my shaft with purpose.
Her fingers don't meet, and a fleeting expression of shock flashes her pretty brown eyes. Then she squeezes, and moves her hand along the length of me.
It's been so long since I've felt anyone's hand on my dick but mine that just her touch is enough to have me nearly spilling across her soft belly.
"I want to taste you too," she whispers. "I want to wrap my lips around this--" she tugs all the way to the crown, "and feel you come down my throat."
That dirty mouth is going to get its wish, but not this time.
"Not this time." I manage to grit words between a jaw clenched tight in a fight for self-discipline that I am losing fast. "I'm coming in this pussy, first. Making it mine, so you remember who you belong to now."
It's Penny's hand that has me notched against her opening before taking her touch away from me so I have full access to slide deep inside her.
Both of us groan.
She's tight and wet and warm and the way she bends her knees and angles up for me lets me go so deep I'm lost in the feel of her body as it accepts me all the way to the hilt.
Penny's mouth hangs open on a silent cry, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before coming back to focus on my own.
I give her a second to adjust. She's so damn snug around me, and I know I'm more than average. Even before I see the slight nod and feel the shift of her hips, I feel tiny muscle contraction massaging my shaft-- her body begging me for my thrusts even before she can articulate her need.
Moving inside this woman is every bit the torture I was looking forward to.
Penny's earlier self-consciousness has been forgotten.
If I have anything to do with it, she'll learn to never doubt her beauty again.
Every curve, every place where her body dips or bulges, is a testament to her feminine sensuality and her body drives me mad with lust.
Feeling it moving beneath mine now, all the ways she twists, bucks, and contorts to grip me, to meet my thrusts, to pull me deeper inside her, it's beyond my threshold for self-control.
I'm barely able to get my thumb over her clit, determined to help her find her friction that we're both seeking.
Penny comes hard for me with the slightest bit of my help.
Her face locked in ecstasy, as she whimpers my name while her slick tunnel latches on to my cock and pulls me deeper, muscles contracting around me, begging for me to release deep into her womb.
A womb I didn't bother to ask about protecting from pregnancy. A womb I hope isn't protected, because I don't want anything preventing my seed from taking root there.
Pulling her against my chest, I wrap Penny in my arms and kiss her softly about a million times.
"We should get up and make some dinner," I whisper, making no move to untangle our limbs. "It's getting late... and I definitely plan to take you up on those filthy promises you were making earlier."
"Meet you in the kitchen in a few."
Penny kisses me while I reluctantly let her go. I love that she doesn't try to hide her body from me as she disappears into the bathroom while I slip my jeans on.
We brought up some things from my place, but taking Clint's KTM meant limited ability to pack. Frost said the place is stocked, but it's all going to be non-perishable shit. Hopefully we don't have to wait too long for this guy to take the bait.
He doesn't profile like a guy who has the balls to follow through on his threats. Especially if he knows Penny's with me-- and who I am. But there's something off about him that has me on edge. He’s crossed the line from cyberstalking to cyberbullying to putting boots on her territory.
There's no indication he's military himself, or has ever tried to be, so I'm guessing he falls into that fringe of guys who think they're something more.
He's got a deep sense of patriotism-- even if it's a twisted version from the one I learned from the Constitution-- he believes what he believes and he's serious about it.
Why he's targeted an innocent widow is beyond me.
Harlan would likely say it's rooted in misogyny, but I don't have Harlan's profiling skills. I understand radio waves and algorithms better than I understand people. Especially unhinged ones like this guy.
Reaching into the case I brought with my laptop and other gadgets. Opening the app I need, I trace the activity on Penny's phone to get a read on how close this guy is really going to try to get to us. Sure enough, he's made it to my house.
I haven't heard from my brother or Cypress McAllister-- men who stayed there to intercept the guy. So I'm guessing he didn't bother trying to get past the front door.
Moonshine Ridge is full of ex-military. Most of 'em Marines, like my brother. Cypress is the only other spec ops I know of-- even if he is just a green beret.
I hate having him helping out on this, he's got a family of his own to protect, he sure as hell doesn't need to be sticking his neck out, risking bringing my trouble back to his own life. But I'm grateful he was willing to step up.
God knows I'd do the same for him.
Our madman's trail goes cold back in Moonshine Ridge. No indication that he's following the trail of breadcrumbs I so carefully laid out for him.
Hopefully he decided it wasn't worth the trouble trying to get past me or any other the other men willing to stand beside me. That would mean Penny and I would get to spend a few days enjoying Frost's hospitality, while we fuck on every surface of the place without having to keep our guard up.
Or...
I smell smoke that isn't coming from the fireplace.
He could be smarter than I give him credit for.