Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
APRIL
“ I t’s not what you think. Cal came over when I entered the bar. We were talking. Why the hell did you invite him to join us?”
Samuel looks over, his face serious for the first time since he entered the bar.
“Because, baby girl, when I walked in here, I saw your face. It was animated, and you were smiling, I mean really smiling. I don’t see that look often and want to see it more.”
His eyes wander over to where Cal is on the phone, and he inhales deeply.
“Have you looked at tall, dark, and stunning over there? If he wasn’t as straight as a rod, I’d be stealing him out from under you. Or over you.”
Before I can say anything else, Cal returns.
“We have access,” he says, putting his phone away.
I recognise the look in Samuel’s eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
I say nothing. Instead, I follow them out of the hotel, listening as they chat like old friends .
Who am I to complain? This whole trip is courtesy of my bestie.
A flight to New York is a little out of my current budget, with all my money pumped into my dance school.
The doorman calls us a taxi. Cal helps me into the cab before giving the address of the club.
When we pull up, the queue is around the block. Like a gentleman, Cal climbs out and extends his hand, which I accept. My fitted dress and killer heels may look the part, but they make it hard to manoeuvre with any finesse. He grips my hand, interlinking our fingers, before guiding us towards the doorman. Samuel motions to his group of friends, who all step forward, their excitement palpable.
Cal murmurs something to the doorman, who smiles before nodding and stepping aside, allowing us to pass.
The music is thumping inside the club, and the dance floor is alive with movement. We find ourselves ushered towards the VIP section and a reserved table.
“O. M. G. Who have you pulled?” Samuel says close to my ear.
I hiss at him as Cal pulls me further into the area.
“Champagne?” Cal asks, his breath tickling my ear, sending butterflies loose in my stomach.
“Yes, please,” I reply, my breath hitching.
As I turn my head, our lips are millimetres apart. I refrain from running my tongue over my lips as his eyes sparkle.
Oh hell. Who is this man, and what has happened to my restraint?
I weigh up what I know. Cal exudes power and confidence, and he clearly has influence. He gets us entrance to this club with one phone call when the queue is around the block. I watch him ordering our drinks. He looks away for a second and motions to one of the waitresses working in the area, pointing to the group and giving her our order. She smiles, and her cheeks flush. I’m clearly not the only one affected by this man’s presence, although I’m a little unnerved when his attention immediately returns to me. He exudes charisma and charm, a lethal combination. I doubt he’s ever been turned down in his life.
I find myself smiling at him. Something is intriguing about him, aside from his drop-dead good looks.
The man is hot, and he likes musicals, ballet and F1.
Maybe it’s the romance of New York. My last night before reality takes over. My work-imposed dry spell. For some reason, my usual rationale sounds weak. I must be losing my mind. I return my gaze to Cal, only to find myself drowning in his dark eyes.
Oh hell, I’m done for.
I’m here with the most gorgeous, attentive man I have met in a long time. We may be surrounded by beautiful people, but his eyes haven’t strayed once.
I look over at Samuel, who is sporting an enormous grin. He shoots me a wink and blows me a kiss. This is our last night together for another three months. I'll miss him, but I also want my bestie to have the best night.
A hand touches my arm, warmth spreading from where it connects with my skin.
“Do you want to dance?” his voice says close to my ear.
I turn to face him, our faces close. “I’d love to.”
The elevator doors close, and Cal has me backed up against the wall before I can think. His mouth crashes down on mine, my lips parting, allowing him access. From the moment his lips touch mine in the club, I’ve known where the evening will end. My body is hot, my clothes are too tight. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this desired or turned on .
His tongue tangles with mine, his hand sliding down my thigh, lifting it against his hip. He rocks into me, leaving me in no doubt of his desire.
I moan at the sensation.
When the door pings, Cal pulls away, his eyes never leaving mine as he clasps my hand in his and leads me across the hall and towards a door. His keycard is already in his hand. The light flashes green as he pulls me into the room, the lights coming on. Illuminating the space.
My jaw drops as I take in our surroundings.
Before I can say anything, Cal is in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks, drawing my attention back to him.
“Now,” he says.
His mouth drops to mine, and his tongue teases the seam of my lips, which I’m happy to give. He moans into my mouth, pulling me closer, his kiss becoming more desperate and demanding. I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist, as he walks us into another room, kicking the door closed behind us.
“Now, little dancer, the fun begins.”
He lowers me to the floor, and I feel the zip on the back of my dress give. His lips find my throat, his mouth working its magic as a thousand butterflies take flight low in my stomach. Strong fingers tease the straps on my shoulders until my small breasts spring free as he lowers it, my nipples tightening in the cold air.
He lifts his head, his gaze connecting with mine as he teases the sensitive points with his thumbs. Dark eyes lock on mine as they harden further at this touch. He bends, drawing one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and lavishing it with his hot tongue. The warmth is a sharp contrast to the air-conditioned room. I clench my thighs as a wave of pleasure shoots south, and I let out a low moan .
Cal recaptures my lips with his, nipping and teasing. He walks me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
He steps back and drops to his knees, sliding my dress down my thighs, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties.
“Beautiful,” he says, gazing up at me.
The look in his eyes makes me believe him. This is one night. What harm is there in allowing myself to go with the fantasy? Being swept off my feet by a handsome stranger.
He stands up and drops his mouth to mine. He gently pushes me backwards until I find myself lying across the bed. The back of his finger traces a line from between my breasts to my stomach. My muscles contract at his touch.
“A fine wine,” he says, making me giggle. A sound alien to my ears.
I wrap my hand around his neck, my fingers grazing the soft, short hair at the nape. Cal moves over me and deepens the kiss. I pull him down on top of me, loving the hard feel of his body against mine. My naked skin against his clothes. I can’t believe I’m here doing this. Not that I have a sex issue. I like it. I don’t go for one-night stands, choosing some connection to none. But in a few brief hours, Cal has breached my barriers.
I drop my head back as he works his way down my neck, finding every sensitive spot until I am squirming beneath him.
I clasp his head in my hands as his mouth once again finds my nipple, his hands snaking lower.
Cal pulls my panties to one side, his fingers trailing through the evidence of my desire.
“So wet,” he murmurs against my skin. “Do you like this? Are you wanting to ride my cock?”
My hips undulate beneath his fingers, and I let out a groan .
“I take it that’s a yes,” he says, sliding first one, then a second finger into me, pumping in and out, stretching me before curling against my g-spot and almost making me come on the spot.
“Ahhh,” I manage before Cal’s lips crash onto mine again.
“Clothes off,” I say, breathlessly against his mouth.
I feel him grin as he pulls back.
“If you want them off, then you need to take them off,” he says, standing at the foot of the bed.
I rise onto my knees, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as I move forward before resting my hands against his chest.
My fingers move to the buttons, relishing the firm muscles I’m about to uncover, feel pressed against me. The shirt parts under my hands, and I smooth it away from Cal's shoulders, loving the expanse of toned olive flesh.
This is a man who clearly takes care of himself.
I push it down over his shoulders, surprised to uncover a tribal tattoo circling his left bicep. I let my fingers trail over the black-and-white design.
Cal grips my chin in his fingers, tilting my head up before recapturing my mouth, stealing my breath again. His hands drop, and it’s only then I realise he’s dropped his trousers.
I press a hand against his chest and tilt my head, my tongue moistening my lips.
His boxers stretch as the tip of his hard, swollen cock almost pops out of the top, revealing a damp patch of pre-cum.
“Like what you see?” Cal asks as I raise my eyes to his.
I lick my lips at his words. I don’t think I have ever wanted to taste another person as much as I do the man standing before me.
I drop my hands to the elastic, never moving my eyes from his. I push them down, and our gazes lock as my hand travels up and encircles him.
Holding his gaze, I climb off the bed and drop down onto my knees, letting my tongue lap at his tip before stretching my mouth over the end.
“Fuck,” he hisses before letting out a deep groan.
His hands sink into my hair. His fingers lock against my scalp but allow me free rein to savour and tease. I look up. His eyes are almost black, his cheeks darkening with my ministrations. I swallow around him, eliciting another groan, before I find myself back on the bed and flat on my back, his body covering mine, his hard cock, still wet with my saliva, nestled between my thighs, its impressive length pressing against my most sensitive place. I tilt my hips, rubbing myself against him, coating him with my desire.
“Do you know how easy it would be to slide my cock into you right now?” he says breathlessly, pressing himself against me. “You’re dripping for me.”
“What are you doing to me?”
I moan, my hips undulating against his. I’ve never been this carefree and easy with anyone. It’s like he’s cast a spell. My body is no longer my own. It’s a slave to passion, to everything this man is making me feel. His words make me reckless. I spread my legs wider, sliding myself up and down his rigid dick.
Cal moans, his hips pressing against mine. Taking his cock in his hand, he torments my clit with his tip, sending sparks of desire through my body, a telltale pressure building low in my pelvis.
“God, Cal… please,” I hear myself beg, making him chuckle.
He moves to one side, and I hear foil tearing before he’s back.
“I need to taste you first,” he says against my mouth .
His lips slide down my neck and body before he positions himself between my thighs.
He presses an open mouth kiss to my pussy. His tongue laps from my entrance to my clit. He drinks me down. His lips, tongue, and teeth send my body soaring higher and higher. My hands fist the sheets as my body spirals towards the edge as Cal teases my entrance with the tip of first one, then a second finger.
“Cal,” I yell.
One hand fists in his hair as he uses his tongue and fingers to drive me higher. He presses in and curls his fingers against my g-spot, the burn of his invasion skyrocketing me higher.
“Relax, beautiful,” he says against me, gently easing his fingers in and out, twisting and stretching me, heightening my desire.
I drop my head back, biting down on my arm, the pressure of my orgasm rising.
“I’m going to…” Cal removes his fingers before I can finish my sentence, and I growl in frustration.
“Oh no, when you come, I want you strangling my cock. Not my fingers,” Cal says, his lips finding the space below my ear that has me squirming beneath him. “I want your tight little pussy wrapped around me. Is this what you want?” His deep voice whispers next to my ear as he presses the tip of his cock to my opening. I spread my legs wider.
God, yes, this is what I need.
My hands slide around the back of his head, pulling his mouth back to mine. My eyes widen at the taste of my own desire on his lips.
He presses forward, the swollen head of his cock breaching my entrance. The size of him burns and my muscles clench. I now understand why he used his fingers to prepare me. He was big in my mouth, but… I moan as he pr esses forward, my body stretching to accommodate him. My desire makes it easy for him to slide into me, but still. It’s been a while. With work and my lack of funds, socialising and sex have been low down on my priority list.
I moan at the sensation. My arms wrap around Cal's back as my fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Breathe, baby. Take a deep breath in,” Cal whispers against my lips, allowing my body to adjust to his presence. “That’s it, relax for me.”
As soon as he feels me relax, he presses forward until he’s fully seated.
“Little dancer,” he murmurs, gently nipping my lower lip.
“Cal,” I whisper, pulling his lip between mine and sucking.
I wrap one hand around his head, the other sliding down to his tight ass. My fingers dig into the hard muscle. I groan as he moves, my fingers tightening.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers, burying his head in my neck.
“It’s been a while,” I admit, wrapping my legs around his hips.
He sinks deeper.
I whimper at the invasion, my senses in overload. Cal kisses my nose, eyes, and cheeks until my body relaxes, a distinct pressure building. One that has me moving.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers against me. “Feel how you’re hugging my cock. I can’t wait to feel you coming all over it.”
I moan at his words, not usually turned on by dirty talk but his husky voice and the way his dark eyes are drinking me in. I would do anything for this man at this moment.
Cal slides his hands under my ass and flips us. My legs bent on either side of his body, his cock buried so deep within me, I’m surprised I can’t feel him in my throat .
“Oh… wow,” I moan, grinding down on his cock when he chuckles.
He lets out a long and deep groan before he draws me up, allowing me to move against him.
“I need to come on your cock. Make me scream, Cal,” I shock myself by saying.
“That’s my girl,” Cal says, his hands gripping my ass.
I draw up, my hands behind me for balance, as he once again thrusts home. We move, creating our own dance, his cock finding sensitive places I didn’t know existed until now. When he finds my clit and pinches, my body explodes. My back arches and I throw my head back, letting out a scream as my body contracts and pulses around his. My hands fist the sheets as stars flash behind my eyes. He growls and continues to pump in and out of me, drawing out my orgasm.
“That’s it, little dancer. Ride me.”
I move my hips, sliding up and down Cal’s rock-hard cock. He picks up the pace, grabbing my hips and driving in and out. Pressure begins to build again, and as if sensing my needs, Cal shifts position slightly, finding that perfect spot deep inside and sending us both over the edge. He freezes, his cock jerking as my muscles once again contract around him. He buries his head in my neck as he pants, his body stretches taut, his muscles twitching. I wrap my legs around his back and hold him close as I run my hands up and down his back.
He pulls back, his eyes staring into mine.
I smile at him shyly.
“That was…” A frown forms between his brows, both of us panting. “Amazing,” he says eventually.
I lift, letting him pop from my swollen pussy.
His cock stands proud between us, the condom full of his release .
Cal tilts his head and gives me a panty-melting smile.
“Let me get rid of this,” he says.
I uncurl myself from his lap, moving next to him as he gets up and moves to what I assume is the ensuite.
He returns naked, without the condom. His eyes sparkle, and he takes me in, lying used and dishevelled on the bed, my muscles still quivering.
“Hmm, now what should I do?” he moves back to the bed, dropping next to me, his hands trailing down my stomach, causing my muscles to jump and contract. He lowers his head, his mouth following, kissing and suckling. No one has ever worshipped my body like this man is right now.
He finally reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers touching my engorged and swollen flesh. “So… Perfect.”
His fingers slide over my sensitive skin, my hips jumping.
“Cal, I can’t…” I pant.
“There is no such word as I can’t.”
I watch as Cal lowers his head, his hands spreading my thighs as his mouth once again finds my core, his tongue lapping at my clit and then my entrance, spearing me with his tongue.
“Now I need another orgasm from you, only this time you will be quivering on my tongue,” he says before setting his mouth to work.
Who am I to complain? This is one night.