“Will do.” Sin gave a pinkie-wave. “Have fun, you two.” She closed the door behind her.

  Silence reigned for about twenty seconds. Ross went to lock the door and then thought better of it with his hand on the knob. “Do you still want to…”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she declared.

  Sex, Calla reminded herself. Hot, adult sex. That was what this was all about. He flicked the door lock into place. The click sounded loudly in the vast room. Calla squared her shoulders. She could do this. Her last sexual encounter a couple of years back had been all about the sex. The guy had been cute; she had been tipsy. It hadn’t been that good, but a zipless fuck had been what she’d needed…just like now. Right. That’s what she needed. Calla was going to take complete advantage of her fireworks-like attraction to Ross and swim with it. The only problem was, the one-night wonder she had imagined Ross to be and the profile she’d uncovered from Sin didn’t seem to jibe.

  She’d enjoyed everything about Ross’s sister, and over a prolonged dinner had gotten bits and pieces of what his family life had been like growing up. His had been nothing like Calla’s, hers being that of an only child from a fairly austere military family. Calla envied him the closeness of mother and siblings even though Ross’s father had died when he was barely out of his teens.

  The Ross whom Sin had described had taken over the family lobster business and supported his mother and three younger sisters until all were secure in careers or marriages of their own. Ten years ago, his mother had met and married a retired Canadian Mountie who thought she walked on water, and Ross had, ever since, been responsible only for himself.

  Sin had hinted at a lucrative business that had grown from Ross’s lobstering but hadn’t gone into detail. Calla figured she’d never find out. She’d be long gone before any more interesting life tidbits could be shared. Following that line of reasoning, Calla loosened the top buttons on her dress shirt and kicked off her shoes. “What do you say we get this party started?”

  Ross ate up the distance between them in five fast strides.

  “Wait.” He stilled her hands where they were reaching for the third button and brought them to her sides.

  Calla was puzzled, but only for a moment. His hands reached to her hair, and loosened the pins holding it up. Her lush brown waves fell down over her shoulders. He picked up a lock and inhaled the scent of her lilac shampoo. His hands then took over where hers had left off, unbuttoning to reveal a bra that matched the garter belt she’d teased him with earlier.

  Calla rocked back on her heels as Ross pulled her shirt free. He groaned at the sight of her breasts, pushed up by the nearly invisible scrap of pink lace, and she grew wet. It was a sound of appreciation she hadn’t heard in a long time. Her light brown nipples hardened visibly as he looked his fill, and she wanted him to hurry. She needed his fingers, his touch along with the caress of his dark smoky eyes.

  “So beautiful.” Ross dropped his head and reverently kissed each peak through their scant covering. His thumbs took over, flicking her hard nubs as his head lifted to capture her lips. God, yes. His bold mouth moved possessively over hers. This was what she wanted. Calla molded her lower body to his, feeling the bulk of his erection and thrusting her hips forward to force him into her greedy contours. A small whimper came up into the back of her throat. She had to lose the skirt…and Ross had far too many clothes on.

  “Take off your clothes,” she murmured around his seeking lips and felt, rather than saw, his laugh.

  “That’s the second time you’ve told me to do that today.” The humor and want in his voice were unmistakable.

  “And look where it got you the first time,” she reminded him.

  “You’re absolutely right. But this afternoon it was a mind-numbingly gorgeous authority figure who had me stripping. It’s fueled my fantasies ever since.” He stepped back, and Calla was momentarily bewildered, wondering what the hell he was doing leaving her hot body, until he raised his arms and clasped both hands behind his head. “I think I’d like to play that out.”

  She caught on right away. Oh my God. A rush of moisture flooded her pussy. Ross was going to let her be in charge. Only a male who was very sure would dare put himself in such a situation. It was a huge turn on. Her slight frame shook with excitement. She could play this game.

  “Eyes forward, sailor,” she barked in her best command voice. “Spread those legs two feet apart.”

  Ross complied and the bulge in his jeans grew exponentially.

  She looked him up and down and walked slowly around to his rear. “You might be hiding some concealed weapons.” She managed to keep the quiver out of her voice but wasn’t sure how. She knelt behind him, and working from the ankle up, frisked his heavily muscled legs, slowly moving, teasing, caressing her way up to his crotch. By the time she got there, she could feel the tension in Ross’s every rock-hard muscle, but she wasn’t going to satisfy him yet. He had started this little fantasy, and she was more than willing to give him what he wanted.

  Calla moved back and gave his taut ass a hard slap. Her pussy flooded as Ross jumped. “You do not have permission to move, sailor. Do I make myself clear?” she barked in his ear.

  “Aye, aye, sir.” His voice came out rough, and he cleared his throat.

  “I think a strip search is in order. I can’t feel a thing with these jeans on.” Still working from behind, she reached her arms around him, brushed purposely across his abdomen, and headed for his belt buckle. The poor man groaned, and every nerve ending in her body became electrified, her nipples standing to attention. Calla really liked Ross’s fantasy. It was a damn-sight better than any she’d ever had, and now she had him right where she wanted him.

  His buckle came undone with ease, which was a good thing, because by this time Calla’s hands were less than steady. She lowered his zipper, but his stance didn’t allow for the pants to drop, so she took the opportunity to stand and lift his T-shirt up, over his chest. “You may move your hands to get rid of the shirt, and then resume your position.”

  “Aye, aye.” Ross gulped again, and the broad expanse of his exposed flesh flexed.

  Calla was so near that she knew he could feel her breath on his skin. Just to make sure, she kissed him mid-back and ran a sharp nail the length of his spine from his neck to where the dimples showed above his loosened jeans.

  “Very nice,” she told him, grabbing onto his side belt loops. “But I think we need to get rid of these.” His pants came down to settle around his knees, and Calla watched the muscles of his ass tighten in a pair of navy boxer-briefs that hugged every fine contour. Lord, but she needed to see that ass. Her legs were in danger of buckling underneath her, and she’d never work his pants free without ending up on the floor, but now was not the time to show weakness. Calla had better have Ross do it.

  “Lose the jeans and move forward to the couch.” Ooh. That sounded deliciously bossy. Calla knew just what her next order would be but didn’t know if Ross might balk. Obey or not, Calla quivered, completely boneless at the thought of what she had planned. Would he comply? And if he did, how long would Ross let her go on before he took over. The thought of a power shift didn’t bother her at all. Being in charge was something she did all the time, and she knew she’d enjoy Ross wresting control from her.

  When he kicked the pants away and moved to the couch, she watched the exquisite play of muscles that rippled down his flanks, and her mouth went dry. It was with difficulty that she issued her next command. “Hands on the back of the sofa, legs spread, and bend over, sailor.”

  His fists clenched and unclenched, his strong jaw tightened into a hard angle. He was obviously a man unused to taking orders, but he’d set this up. She could almost see his mind working to discern her purpose. Another delicious shiver coursed over her body. Could he see it through?

  Ross took a deep breath before doing what she asked. Oh my. He was one fine specimen of male. His hard brawny back was deeply tanned and cut, tapering down to lean hips and an ass made for squeezing. The muscles in his arms were held rigid, waiting. She could make out the heavy balls inside his briefs and nearly swooned. She had to have them in her hand.

  Walking forward, she reached her hand under to cradle his full sac, and he flinched. “Not to worry, sailor,” she said in a seductive tone she didn’t know she owned. “Just checking out the goods.” She weighed his heft in her hand and the warm globes tightened up into his body. He’d been a tremendous sport, letting her get away with far more than she had imagined. She’d never met a man quite so trusting. It was a huge turn on. She would let him back out now if he needed to.

  “How are you feeling, Seaman?” The double entendre would not be lost on him.

  “Like I’m about to come in my pants.” He laughed tightly. “We need to finish this up so I can get you naked and be deep inside you before I lose it.”

  “You don’t mind if I have a look at what you’re offering first, do you?” Gone was the commanding officer, and in her place was the lustful woman. She moved her hand from his balls and drew down the back of his briefs. Uncovering that gorgeous ass had her mouth watering and her cunt soaked. She ran trembling hands over his bared flanks and watched the play of muscles he was trying hard to control.

  “Are we done here?” he asked, the grit in his voice akin to ground up beach shells.

  She hooked her fingers into the stretchy material of his waistband and pulled his last piece of clothing all the way down. Knowing she freed his hard cock, Calla reached around and grabbed his turgid length. He was warm and solid and pulsed beneath her hand. This was going to be so much better than anything she’d ever experienced.

  ****

  Ross dragged her hand away, turned with a growl and scooped her up. As far as he was concerned, Calla had him at a distinct disadvantage. She had far too many clothes on while he was stark naked. It was something he was going to remedy without delay.

  Kicking his way out of the briefs at his ankles, he carried his little taskmaster up the stairs and into his bedroom. He laid her deliberately on the bed, standing over her and eying her like his next sumptuous meal.

  “Now who’s overdressed?” he growled. His eyes were glued to her partially clad body. Her pert breasts were heaving in her skimpy bra. Calla’s eyes glittered up to meet his. He needed to see what was under it…and the skirt. “Side zipper or back?”

  “Back,” she breathed, barely able to speak.

  “Then roll over.” It was his turn to give orders.

  When she twisted to her stomach, he moved forward and put one knee on the bed, reaching for the closure to bring the fastening down. He got a glimpse of a pink thong disappearing into the crack of her ass, and that had him even harder than he’d been before…if that was possible. He needed to see more. His cock had suddenly developed a heartbeat of its own.

  Grasping the sides of her skirt, he tugged it down. It came off easily, sliding over bared, perfect globes, and the only thing impeding a total view was the garter belt he’d wanted so badly to see earlier. He had a fine look now. Ross unglued his tongue from the roof of his mouth long enough to make an appreciative noise deep in his chest. He filled his hands with ass cheeks and pulled them apart slightly to see where the thong nestled. His breath hitched. If she were adventurous…not tonight, but sometime after they’d developed trust, he’d explore this forbidden territory more. For now, he’d content himself with her warm sweet pussy.

  He rolled her to her back. Her eyes were like the depths of the ocean—green and dangerous. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be pulled right in. Ross took a deep breath. Who was he kidding? The thought hit him like a rogue wave. It was far too late already. Her siren call had him transfixed, and he was going down.

  The tiny triangle of pink over her mound did little to hide her charms. As he lowered it all the way down and slipped it off, her soft tuft of hair was revealed. His mouth watered. Soon. Very soon. Breathing hard, Ross went to work on her garter belt, unclipping the little hooks before raising one leg, splaying it out and bending it at the knee. As he smoothed the silky stocking from her leg, her pussy glistened up at him, her moist folds opening beneath his gaze. He couldn’t get rid of all the nylon quickly enough. He needed to taste her…and now.

  With disciplined movements, he mimicked his removal of the first stocking with the second, and when she would have brought her legs together, he stopped her with firm pressure on her knees. Oh, no. She would not hide that lickable sight from him. He held her open and lowered his head.

  The first swipe of his tongue across her wet folds had her arching off the bed.

  “Ross!”

  He felt a new surge of cream coat his taste buds. God, she was responsive.

  He heard her call his name but didn’t stop to ask why. It was more a benediction, he was sure. He worked his way higher and nipped at her clit, sucking the small protrusion into his mouth. Calla whimpered now, writhing beneath him. He knew their foreplay games had set her as close to the edge as him, and it wouldn’t take much to have her crest the wave he was making her ride.

  He sucked and then brought his fingers to her core and caressed. While she pulled in a sobbing breath, he moved one work-roughened finger up into her cunt. He sent it deep, her interior muscles quivering. He joined his first with a second, burying it to the last knuckle and felt her walls contract and grab on.

  Calla screamed his name, milking his fingers with her pussy and grabbing his hand to hold it in place. Oh, yes. He loved a woman who knew what she wanted. Ross obliged, stroking the sweet spot deep inside while she continued to spasm around him. He listened to her receding mews of satisfaction and smiled, lapping at the honey around his fingers.

  It was a herculean task, but he let her work her way back to sanity before he considered his own raging need. When she stilled, he went to his bedside table and brought out the small foil square that earlier had been missing and had held him back. As he worked the sheath over his rock-like length, he saw Calla regarding him with lustful intensity. Thank God there was nothing that would stop him this time.

  Calla watched as the condom began to cover his perfect shaft. She licked her lips and heard Ross mutter a low curse as he uncurled it incorrectly the first time. She was glad he was as worked up as she was, even now…after she’d had an orgasm. And not just any orgasm, but one that had been so satisfying her toes had curled and her body had refused to move until he pulled back and started the condom show. Calla couldn’t draw her eyes away. He was thick and deep pink, as if all the blood in his body was now centered in his cock. She couldn’t wait to feel him fill her up. As amazing as her orgasm had been, she needed him inside her pussy…needed to feel every bit of steel that could be swallowed by her softness. He was taking far too long.

  “Ross, quickly,” she said into the burgeoning darkness of the room. “I want you in me.”

  “Darlin’,” he intoned back at her, “there’s no place I’d rather be.”

  He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself above her. She reached for him with her arms and legs, and he sank down willingly into her embrace. Holding himself up on one elbow, he rubbed his cock against her wetness and finding the perfect, welcoming spot, he slowly fed his engorged head into her slick opening. He shuddered.

  Calla tried to relax. He was a big partner, a good eight inches if not more, and she’d never had that much cock inside her before. It felt good, but he was having a little trouble working his way in. Ross was patient. He paused as she sucked in a breath and tilted her hips to better accommodate his length.

  Part of her wanted to grab his backside and just pull him in, easing the ache that had begun again at the apex of her channel, but she let him have his way, and as she settled down to simply revel in the moment, she realized that she had never experienced such a visceral connection with a partner before.

  This is what had always been missing for her. This was what women who loved sex talked about. It was as if she was Ross, and Ross was her. There was pleasure in her head and in her gut, as well as deep in her passion-soaked pussy. It was a trifecta she’d never imagined.

  As Ross finally seated and rocked within her warmth, the pulsations from earlier reignited and took over, gripping and squeezing his cock.

  Calla reached up and grabbed his ass, pulling him in closer, tighter. She didn’t even need him to thrust anymore. She could feel every inch of him deeply embedded. She arched, his shaft swelled, and then she was overcome with an orgasm that shook her to her core.

  She was so hyperaware of his cock after her explosion that she knew the very second he spewed into the latex reservoir, the heat of his release nearly defying the thin barrier. She briefly wondered what it would be like to have him bathe her in all of his surging warmth but was caught up again with delicious spasms that rocked what was left of her brain.

  Ross groaned her name and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, shuddering with his own body-wrenching finish.

  Calla nearly purred as she came back into herself. She relished his hard grip, wanting the grounding, the possession. In the aftermath of the storm, she held onto Ross like a lifeline, but reality was hard on the heels of ecstasy. Tears sprang to her eyes. What would it be like to have this connection to a man for more than one night? Calla cried out inside. She’d never know.

  Chapter Five

  Calla woke slowly before dawn. One heavy arm was draped over her waist, and Ross’s deep breathing assured her that he was still asleep. She stretched and gently inched out from under his grasp. Her muscles were sore and tender, bringing back a flood of recollection. God, what Ross had done to her the night before. A rosy glow suffused her cheeks. The man should come with a warning label. He’d satisfied her in every way and had brought her to no less than four orgasms…she, who was never multi-orgasmic.

  Calla smiled. She hadn’t done badly herself. After a couple orgasms while seated deep inside her, Calla had brought Ross to completion with her mouth, a feat that oddly enough had surprised him. Much to his chagrin, he’d blurted out that it had been a rarity. Calla had assured him she that was honored. When she attempted it again later, he had growled and flipped her onto her belly to take her from behind in the most delectable show of masculine dominance. Calla sighed. It wasn’t fair. How was she going to live without sex like this, knowing it existed?

 

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