His Kind of Trouble

by Terri L. Austin

  Monica felt self-conscious when Cal watched her eat the chicken leg as daintily as she could manage. Covering her mouth with a napkin, she laughed. “Stop staring at me. You’re making me nervous.”

  “It’s fun, making you blush. You’re comfortable being totally naked in front of me, but if I watch you eat, you get embarrassed.”

  Monica froze for a moment as the truth hit her. She not only didn’t mind being naked in front of Cal, she loved it. Loved the way his eyes grew a deeper green and remained glued to her body, taking in her slightest movement. She felt sexy and alive. She wanted to feel that way again, right now.

  She’d been chastising herself since they’d scuttled out of the office, and while it had been a stupid move—fucking in front of a picture window—it had felt incredible at the same time. The fear of getting caught and the feel of Cal buried deep inside her—it had been the best sex of her life. Carefree. Daring. She thought she’d put all that behind her, but Cal opened the door to her bad-girl ways. And she liked how he made her feel. So how was Monica supposed to mesh her old self with her life now?

  God, she was tired of going around in circles, overthinking. She simply wanted to shut down her brain and feel again. Cal did that to her. And as scary as it was, Monica wanted it one more time. Just for tonight.

  She threw her napkin on the table and glanced back at the French doors. “Is your butler coming back?” She wanted Cal to take her again, here in this setting, this garden.

  “Not unless I tell him to, why?”

  “Then I’m going for a swim.” Monica kicked off her shoes, then with exaggerated movements, she stripped out of her jacket.

  That got Cal’s attention. He licked his lips as she held up one arm and unbuttoned her cuff. She repeated the movement with her other sleeve. When she reached up to unfasten her blouse, she paused. “Should I keep going?”

  “If you don’t, I’ll do it for you,” Cal said.

  Monica wagged her finger. “Uh, uh, uh. This is my show.” She turned her back to him, and with painstaking progress, undid one button at a time. Occasionally, she glanced over her shoulder and shot him a grin. When she was done, she clasped the edge of her blouse and eased it, ever so slightly, down her shoulder.

  Cal’s eyes were fixed on her. He held his body motionless. “Don’t stop now.”

  This was what she wanted. To captivate him. To be powerful and sexual and let herself go. She could do this with Cal.

  She slipped the other side down the opposite shoulder, but not very far. Monica only revealed her upper back, then turning to the side, she shoved a hand through her hair and watched Cal’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

  With a wiggle of her hips, she slipped the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall on the patio. Then raising her arms above her head, she undulated her torso. Monica stopped when his eyes met hers. She hadn’t done this in so long. Monica felt more at ease with Cal than any man she’d ever been with.

  Next, she unzipped her frumpy skirt. Nothing about her clothes was sexy, but the way Cal watched her, she felt like the hottest woman alive. “Want to see more?”

  Scrubbing both hands over his face, Cal groaned. “You’re tormenting me on purpose, aren’t you?”

  “Does that sound like something I’d do?” With exaggerated movements, she slid the skirt over her hips before kicking it aside. Thrusting her shoulders back, she reached behind her and released the hooks of her bra. First she let the straps fall but kept the narrow cups in place with her hands.

  Cal leaned forward, his gaze glued to her breasts. His breathing picked up speed. “I’m right on the edge, darling. Do you want me to beg?”

  Monica affected a pout as she slipped off the bra. With one finger, she circled the areola of her right breast until her nipples grew hard. “Maybe later.” She fingered the front of her panties. “See how wet I am? All for you, Calum.”

  He scraped his chair back and stood then, tearing at his shirt in his haste to remove it. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He strode forward and stretched out his hand to palm her breast, but Monica moved out of reach.

  Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. Her hair whipped around her jaw. “You keep torturing me, I say turnabout is fair play. Mate.”

  “Ah, but you want my touch.” Cal shed the rest of his clothes and stood there, staring at her, his cock hard, ready. Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a long stroke. Monica watched, captivated at the sight of Cal moving a hand up and down the length of it.

  Monica slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and wriggled them over her hips, revealing her mons, a little bit at a time, until she wore nothing but the black thigh highs.

  Cal’s gaze drank her in. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

  She grinned. “Better than an Austin Healey?”

  He nodded, his expression serious. “Yes.”

  High praise indeed. She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but it was a lovely compliment. Slowly, she peeled off one stocking, and straightened before extending her arm and dropping it on the patio.

  “You’re almost there. Keep going.” Cal gave himself one more stroke.

  By drawing this out, Monica was punishing herself. She wanted his hands on her skin, his mouth on her clit. He’d promised to taste her, after all. Her backside grew cold as she shed the second stocking.

  Keeping him in her line of sight, Monica sauntered to the pool, swaying her hips with each step. As she glided down into the water, it sloshed against her ankles, calves, thighs. Cal remained on the terrace, staring after her. “Are you coming in?”

  “Most assuredly.”

  The water rippled against her stomach. “Feels good. Nice and warm.” When the water reached her chest, Monica turned and bent her knees, sinking lower as she watched Cal wade in. His delicious muscles contracted as he moved toward her.

  “I know what will feel even better.” He walked closer, and she moved farther away, toward the wall. The pool wasn’t large, and she could stand at the deepest end and still keep her chin above the water.

  Cal approached her, bracing his hands against the pool edge, and pressed his body against hers. Whipping aside her hair, he nipped the outer shell of her ear. “I like it when you’re spontaneous.”

  Monica laced her fingers behind his neck. “I didn’t mess up your plans, did I?”

  “No,” Cal growled against her ear. “Getting you naked was on the short list. I was planning on a shower too, but I’m nothing if not accommodating.” Gazing into her eyes, Cal cupped her face with one hand, then kissed her.

  This kiss felt different from the others. Over the past few days, Cal had kissed her in passion, and he’d used light, butterfly pecks, but this one…this one felt purposeful. Almost serious. As the thought popped into her mind, Monica wasn’t even sure what that meant. She pushed the notion aside. Feel, don’t think.

  She liked Cal’s hard body slick against hers, liked the way he made her hot and achy, made her breasts crave his touch. When she was with him, Monica felt wide- awake, as though she’d been sleepwalking through life these last four years.

  Chapter 16

  Cal gazed down at her flushed face. Monica’s fuller upper lip garnered most of his attention. Her tits, bobbing just below the surface of the water, were a very close second. Plunging his hand into the hair at her nape, he tilted her head back and sucked on that bloody upper lip. It drove him crazy every time she so much as licked it.

  When Monica’s hand circled his cock and squeezed, every logical thought he had disappeared.

  Cal continued to suck and bite her lip, but let go of her hair and handled those full, round tits. She liked it when he got a little cheeky with them, but Cal tried not to handle her too roughly. He didn’t want to cross the line from stimulating to painful, but he’d seen the faint bruises from the other day. He’d have to be more careful in the future.

  As he torqued her nipples, twisting them, pulling them ou
t, pinching them just hard enough, Monica used both hands to stroke his cock. The water provided added sensation. Her hands were slippery as they slid up and down his shaft. Bloody fucking fantastic, it was.

  His hands gripped her breasts one last time before he nabbed her wrists. “No more. I want to taste you.” Holding her by the waist, Cal lifted her out of the water and set her on the rim of the pool. Between the half-moon and the soft lights shining around the garden, Monica’s pale skin glowed. Her nipples hardened in the cool air. She was so slim, her waist curving inward and giving way to fuller hips, rounding down to that splendid ass.

  Cal gazed up at her. She was breathing hard, waiting to see what he’d do next. He appreciated her anticipation.

  “Spread your legs, darling.”

  Leaning back on her hands, Monica propped her heels on the concrete and spread her knees wider. Cal now had a very nice view of her pussy. Only a small triangle of hair remained on her mound, and the rest was bare. He ran a finger over the outer lips, and Monica shivered.

  “Even your cunt’s lovely.”

  Her body was ripe and inviting, every pale centimeter of it.

  She watched as Cal spread her lips apart and fluttered his middle finger over her wet slit. Pressing down on the top of her mound, he worked his finger inside her.

  “You said three.”

  “I said it was a process.” Cal slid a second finger into her tight sheath, curled both of them upward, scissoring them back and forth. Monica was getting there, her arousal evident by the moisture coating his fingers as he continued to stretch her.

  “That’s…that’s pretty good. Just like that.” Leaning her head back, Monica bit her lower lip.

  “Pretty good is for amateurs.”

  She lowered her chin to grin at him. “So you’re a professional finger-banger?”

  Cal smiled back and slithered the third finger inside of her. That wiped the grin off those pouty lips. They formed an O as he glided in and out. She was more than ready to come, but Cal would use his mouth this time. After all, he’d given his word.

  When he slowly removed his fingers from her body, Monica’s eyes popped open. “Don’t stop.”

  “I have plans, remember?” Cal lowered his head to swipe his tongue along the edge of one outer lip. Her legs twitched, and a breathy moan escaped her while he sucked on it, gently, carefully. After a few seconds, he stopped to gaze at her. “Do you like that?”

  Monica nodded.

  “Want more?”

  “Yes, please.” A hint of a smile played on her lips.

  “Oh, I do like good manners when I’m tongue-fucking. Nicely done, you.” Unlatching his arms from her legs, he parted her and started lapping her inner folds, savoring her sweet, rich taste.

  He used a steady rhythm, laving his tongue up the length of her, then swirling it around her swollen clit. As he licked her, occasionally his eyes drifted up to gauge her reaction. Monica’s face had softened in pleasure, her light blue eyes becoming stormy.

  When Cal’s tongue slid inside her, Monica’s hips bucked off the ground. She threw her head back, and he studied the long line of her neck—down to that tiny mole in the center of her chest. He continued to dart his tongue in and out of her, taking his time. Cal wasn’t in a hurry, didn’t intend on stopping until she came so hard she couldn’t walk properly.

  Monica drew gasping breaths and exhaled soft groans. When he used his thumb to rim her tight little puckered hole, her body stiffened, and she started to yelp, but stopped herself. Monica clutched a handful of his hair as she came, her pussy convulsing around Cal’s tongue. She shoved her hips toward him, pulled his head closer. From the corner of his eyes, he watched her toes curl. Good. She was enjoying herself, then. He took a great deal of pride in making her lose control.

  Cal didn’t stop until she went completely limp and her grasp on his hair loosened. He pulled his tongue from inside her and gave her one last swipe. Grazing both hands over her calves, he kissed the curve of her ass where it met her thighs, then bit down.

  “You’re killing me.” She closed her eyes, her chest heaving as she panted. Monica remained quiet for so long, he nipped her ass again.

  “Are you all right, love?”

  “I give up, okay? I admit it, you’re bloody brilliant.”

  Cal wanted to shout in victory, but he settled for a grin. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

  She laughed and sat up, stretching out her hands to rest on his shoulders. “Did you say something about a shower?”

  Cal hauled himself out of the water. “It’s enormous. Could double as a car wash. You should really fuck me there.”

  “I really will—just make sure you have a condom.”

  He bent and placed an arm beneath her knees, then scooped her up. She seemed very preoccupied with protection. “I’m safe as houses, you know—been tested and all that. You aren’t on the pill or something?”

  Monica slung her arm behind his neck. “I just like to take precautions. And I can walk.”

  “I’m aware. This is more fun.” He wouldn’t question her about the safety issue. She wanted him in a condom; he’d wear one. Hell, he’d wear two. Anything to get inside her once more.

  Cal strode into the house, leaving wet footprints along the plush carpet and the marble floor in the hallway. As he walked, Monica fingered the side of his neck. Once or twice, she bit down on his shoulder. He liked it a little rough as well. “You keep that up, we won’t make it to the shower. I like it when you bite me.”

  She licked his earlobe. “Like this?” she whispered, then pulled the skin between her teeth.

  “Just like that, Miss Prim.”

  “When are you going to quit calling me that?”

  He stopped in the bedroom doorway. “Does it really bother you?”

  “I just wondered what kind of debauchery it takes to shake that nickname.”

  “When we’ve reached it, I’ll let you know.” He walked over to the bedside table, where he lowered her slightly. “Grab the condoms, would you?”

  Monica opened the drawer and snared a string of them. “Is this enough?”

  “It’ll do for starters.”

  As she clung to his neck, Monica’s gaze roamed over the suite. “This room is humongous. How’s the bed? Hard or squishy soft?”

  “You can try it for yourself. I plan on fucking you there too.”

  “You and your plans.”

  He carried her to the bathroom and maneuvered sideways to allow them both through the door. When he set her on her feet, Monica spun in a circle.

  “This is bigger than my bedroom.” She ran her finger along the smooth lip of the glass sink.

  Why was she so thrown by the opulence? Trevor’s house was expansive, each feature singular, and filled to the rafters with antique bric-a-brac. Using the loo was on par with a visit to the British Museum.

  “Is this how you live in London?” She glanced up at him, caught him staring at her breasts.

  “No. I have a small flat above the garage. One bedroom, no telly.”

  Monica walked into the shower and glanced at the buttons. “Do I need an engineering degree to turn this on?”

  Cal stood behind her, pressing his prick against the small of her back. After tossing the pack of condoms on the stone bench at the end of the travertine shower, he programmed the temperature and turned it on. Eight jets of pulsating water flowed over them from all directions. “It takes a little practice. You’ll have it in no time.”

  “You’re not going to be here long enough for me to figure it out. So which do you like better, the one-room flat or this place?”

  Before he could respond, she turned in his arms, ran her hands down his chest. When she reached for his cock, he forgot the thread of their conversation. In fact, he forgot to think at all.

  As he walked her backward, Monica still played with him. With both hands, he pushed the wet hair off her face.

  “Feel good?” she asked, grippin
g him firmly.

  “Very good.”

  He backed her up to a wall, and with a vice-like grip on her hair, kissed her hard, the way they both liked. His tongue wasn’t gentle now, but demanding as it tangled with hers. And she responded. Monica always responded, reciprocating in kind. Not just a willing partner, she was an active one as well. He admired her boldness.

  Monica turned her head to the side and let go of his cock. Cal kissed a trail from her ear to her neck, licking at her skin and sucking gently. Monica grabbed a bottle of shower gel sitting within a niche in the wall. As he continued to lap water from her silky skin, she poured some into the palm of her hand, releasing a lemony sandalwood scent. Rubbing her hands in soapy circles over his chest, she used her short fingernails to flick his nipples.

  Cal raised his head. “Again.”

  Monica’s laugh was low and seductive as she complied. “You like that?”

  “What do you think?” He angled his hips forward, pressing his cock against her lower belly.

  “I think your dick just got a little harder.” Her slick hands continued their journey over his pecs and down to his stomach. Her fingers caressed each abdominal muscle and darted into his belly button.

  Cal leaned his forehead against the top of her hair. “It did, and it’s feeling very left out right now.”

  “Ah, that’s such a shame. But it’s going to have to wait a bit longer, because I’m not done touching the rest of you.” She worked her fingers over the V-shaped indentions above his hips, but instead of soaping up his prick, as he wanted, she moved up to his arms. “I’ve been wanting some one-on-one time with these muscles since I saw you working on the Mustang.”

  “Is that right? I couldn’t tell. Those sunglasses you wear hide your expression.”

  “Yep. I was checking you out. Especially your ass. You looked good bending over the hood of the car.”

  Cal fought to breathe normally as her fingers trailed along his biceps. “My ass is one of my better parts.”

  “I think all your parts are equally delicious.” She seemed fascinated with the tattoo. Most of the soap had been washed off, but she lightly ran her fingers over it. “So you got this in Ireland? It must mean something.”