CHAPTER 31
Cal
For an instant, I worry that’s going to leave a mark.
Throwing all fifteen pool balls onto the antique Moroccan tile floor of the billiard room could result in breakage. I feel bad about that, since I always leave a place in the same or better condition than I found it.
That’s the way it is with me. Yes, I can be a wild ass. I can give in to animal lust and primal need. But that shit’s always tempered with the annoying habit of being overly responsible. Honorable. Loyal.
I’m a Navy SEAL. And a MacLaine. It’s a double whammy.
But I look down at Victoria Backlund, who’s pinned to the billiard table beneath me, and I think, Ah, fuck it. I’ll leave a giant tip for the Fairmont Hotel staff. I’ll personally apologize to Massi.
Right now, the only thing that matters is that I give the lady what she’s asking for. Because I’m also a gentleman.
“What did you say, baby? What is it you need?”
“You’re cruel.”
I chuckle, because she’s awfully fun to tease.
I grab her hands, raise them over her head, and pin them to the pool table.
It makes her whimper. I bring my lips to hers, leaving brief, gentle kisses when I know she’s hoping for something more.
She arches her back, pushing her body into me.
There’s no mistaking what she’s requesting. She’s pretty direct about it.
So then, what am I doing? Is this just teasing? Or am I stalling?
I pull away and look down at her. She’s panting. Her suit jacket is unbuttoned and falling at her sides. That little pale-green lacy bra is barely containing those delicious tits. Her thighs are spread and her legs are locked around my ass.
Her thick red hair is fanned out on a backdrop of green felt, a color that almost matches her eyes. Her beauty is otherworldly. She’s the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen.
Maybe that’s the problem. Victoria isn’t a quick fuck.
She’s complex and fun and smart and gorgeous.
I like her. I’m starting to think I may have feelings for her.
And all that’s happening while there’s still this little prickly cactus needle in the back of my brain, reminding me that I have no idea what her next move is and how it will impact my family.
Just last night I heard her tell her father that she will follow through with the Sulfur Springs deal. Really, nothing has changed.
Except for one thing: we’re about to have sex.
And the sex we’re about to have will mark the start of something, not a one-and-done.
I remember her expression as we sat on the piano bench, after she’d played my mother’s favorite song.
I’d seen a shadow of something there. A request for help, even.
I have to wonder if hours and hours of hot sex will help her.
Or hurt her further. I don’t want to hurt her.
But I do want to fuck her.
I lower my head. Her bra is one of those hook-in-the-front jobs.
I use my tongue and teeth to unlatch it and it pops wide, releasing two perfectly shaped breasts topped with little strawberry nipples.
I nibble on one and then the other. I drag my mouth down the front of her body and let my tongue swirl around her belly button.
I think I hear her growl. Or purr. Hard to know for sure.
I gaze up at her. Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing fast. Teasing is well and good, but she asked to be fucked, and it’s time to give her what she’s asked for.
I release her hands. Before she can move, I grab her around the waist and flip her over, so that her belly is against the polished mahogany ledge, her ass is lifted, and those ridiculous heels are dangling above the colorful tile.
I place one hand on the small of her back to hold her in place, then snag the condom from the front pocket of my pants and open the packet with my teeth. I unzip my fly, shove the suit trousers down my thighs, and roll it on.
“I wanted to put that on you,” she complains. Her cheek is pressed to the felt. She’s really panting now.
“Next time.”
I shove her skirt up over her hips and let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan. For such a slim woman, she’s got an ass that makes a statement. Next, I rip off a pair of panties made of nothing but a strip of light green lace.
The mounds of her ass are creamy and flawless. The pussy peeking out from between her thighs is one for the record books. Delicate. Pink and puffy. I can see how aroused she is. I inhale the unmistakable scent of a woman who’s ready to be ravished.
Slowly, so slowly, I slip my middle finger inside her. I watch the wet flesh suck me in. I slip in a second finger and move slowly, in and out of her slit.
“Oh!” It’s a brief squeal of delight.
“I apologize in advance, Victoria.”
“For what?”
I think I’ve worked the poor girl into a frenzy. Good.
“I apologize for taking you rough this first time.”
She moans.
“For the pool table.”
She gasps.
“For how big my dick is.”
She tries to look over her shoulder to get a peek, but I press my hand to her upper back and don’t let her.
“Shut up and fuck me, Cal!”
I’m overly responsible. Not stupid.
I spread her thighs. I pull her into place and line up my throbbing dick to her pussy. She’s tiny. I don’t know how she’s going to handle all of this. I slip it in just an inch and watch her spread open for me.
She sucks air. “Wow. You really are—”
I slide my dick in just a few inches more. Her body shudders, and she lets out a low groan of satisfaction. “Please, Cal.”
Holy fuck—this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. I’m losing my mind. All I want to do is shove all of my dick up in her. I go another inch.
“All of it!”
I drive it home. Her body scooches a little bit from the edge of the table, so I position her into place again, her pussy at just the right height, her hips and belly pressed against the curved mahogany, her shoes dangling.
She has no foothold. No control. And I don’t want her to. Not this first time.
It’s perfect. All of it. How she’s gripping me. How she’s grunting with each thrust of my dick. How she’s losing her train of thought as she begs me, tells me to go faster, and reaches back blindly to ease me off, only to be followed by her slamming her ass back on my dick again.
I pull out of her, grab her hips, and gently flip her onto her back. She looks at me with wide eyes. A wider smile. And then she starts laughing. Laughing hard.
I start laughing too.
I think we’re laughing because it’s already apparent we’ve found an activity in which we’re equally matched. Business negotiations? Her skills are far superior to mine. Horseback riding? The girl needs some work. But sex?
Oh, hell yes.
I shove her skirt far above her waist. I spread her thighs apart and push them back as I fuck her, then watch her pretty face as she comes all over my dick.