Swap Meets (Volume 1): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  Damara ignored his remark and readjusted her dress. “Caleb is probably wondering where I disappeared too, so I need to get back.”

  Blaine leaned against the doorknob. “And what exactly am I supposed to do while you’re playing house with husband number one?”

  Fuck. Damara forced herself to look away. Blaine was topnotch stock with smooth mahogany skin and a charismatic smile. His bedroom brown eyes were murderous, his unconditional love vast and delicious. He’d opened himself to her and she’d delighted in the freedom he gave her to know and love him. And then there was his remarkable physique that left nothing to the imagination. Strong and chiseled, he was tall with broad shoulders and looked edible in anything he wore even if it were nothing.

  “Answer me, Damara.”

  There was nothing she could say to soothe the anger erupting inside him. “You know what you are, who you are and how I feel about you. Let’s not have this argument again.”

  “You still can’t say it, can you?”

  “Blaine, damn it! Stop talking crazy.”

  He opened the door and reached out for her hand. “Maybe one day you’ll convince me I wasn’t a total idiot to marry you,” he whispered as she passed him on her way out.

  When they rounded the curtain again, Caleb was making his way toward her and stopped when he recognized the imposing figured trailing behind her. His eyes narrowed and he wondered if they’d disappeared to catch a quickie in the broom closet.

  “Blaine Wolf, I’m surprised to see you here. Especially since my wife didn’t tell me you were in town.”

  “She didn’t know I’d be here. It was a surprise.”

  “No, I mean here. What are you doing here at the gala?” Caleb asked, sizing up his competition. He hadn’t expected their affair to end after he and Damara exchanged vows. He did however expect the two of them to be sensible about keeping it a secret. Not everyone needed to know his wife kept her superstar lover on speed dial.

  “Damara informed me of the gala when we last spoke.” Blaine answered quickly. He had prepared himself for any scenario Caleb Woodson could throw at him and anything else if it came to it.

  “Maybe you two should think about keeping a low profile. I wouldn’t want people talking.” Caleb didn’t altogether approve of his wife’s continued affair, but he wanted to ensure her happiness even if it came at his own expense. “Damara, we need to mingle.”

  Blaine’s intense predatory stare carried many meanings and Damara thought it best if she went with Caleb. “Blaine, it was nice seeing you. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

  “Save me a dance, Damara.” Blaine grabbed a flute of champagne from the waiter’s tray and tossed back all of it. “I’ll be here all night.”

  * * *

  After the party, Caleb and Damara climbed into the back of limo not saying a word to one another. Blaine hadn’t caused a scene, though he’d fulfilled his promise of getting one dance before the night was done. It was awkward being in his arms while others watched on with curiosity. Blaine Wolf wasn’t your ordinary guest. He was a major soap-opera star on a primetime serial and his presence would certainly keep the churn of rumor mill going for weeks.

  “Why does he have to be a part of our lives, Damara? Christ, already. He shows up uninvited and you let him do whatever the hell he pleases.” Caleb debated. It was a bold statement and one he needed to make. Damara was his wife and Blaine’s presence only complicated matters.

  “I didn’t imagine he would fly cross country to be here.”

  “Of course you didn’t.” His voice was dark and gruff. For years he’d dealt with Blaine’s blatant interference and now he was making another move against him. Damara had chosen him, married him and sooner or later Blaine would have to accept it. If only his wife would make him.

  “You’re acting as though this is my fault.”

  “It is. You encourage his insulate behavior.” Caleb blew out a deep sigh. He didn’t want to argue with her. Not tonight. He wanted to end the night making love to her and thanks to the nuisance they were at odds. “This has to stop, Damara. I don’t care how. Make it stop.”

  Damara knew what he was asking. It was selfish of her to continue carrying on like her actions didn’t have consequences. Blaine was more than a fuck buddy. He had rights to her. Rights Caleb had no idea existed.

  “Do you want to hear I fucked up? Is that what you want?”

  “No.”

  The sudden swerve thrust Damara into him and he gathered her in his arms. He caught her chin and forced her to look at him. She had full control over him, his decisions and her actions defined him, their love even their marriage.

  “Damara, I don’t want to fight. I want to love you. Let me love you.”

  She was well aware of Caleb’s fear of losing her. Meanwhile, Blaine was intent on keeping her. It was a double-edge sword cutting both ways. She’d resisted for as long as she could and now she was trapped in a tug-o-war between two men, her heart the grand prize.

  “Blaine wants to see me before he leaves.” Damara confided. She trusted in the loyalty she shared with her husband, despite the ugliness their sorted dilemma produced. Being honest with him was key to their success and she wanted to keep it that way.

  “What!”

  “I told him I was going home with you.”

  Caleb stared out the window, a million thoughts traveling through his mind at top speed. He was angry, but what good would it do to take his frustrations out on her. “I love you, Damara. I hope you know how much.”

  Damara looked into his ocean-blues and smiled. “Prove it.”

  “How about you prove your alliance to me?”

  It was a challenge and one she wouldn’t pass on. Damara reached for his fly and unzipped his slacks. His thickness fell into her hands and he groaned his excitement. She licked her lips before sliding her tongue up his shaft to his mushroomed head. He tensed, precum dripping immediately. His salty taste was heaven against her lips and she fisted him from top to bottom.

  Caleb grabbed the waistband of his slacks and boxers and pushed them down to his knees. Naked against the cool leather, he rocked his hips against her kneading hands. It felt so good. He watched with pleasure, knowing how much to give and when. Damara dictated her pace when blowing him and he wouldn’t dare rush.

  Damara kissed up and down his length before easing her mouth over him and taking him fully into her mouth. She used her tongue and lips in unison, her hands massaging his engorged ball sac. He hardened against her touch, the thick veined member throbbing against her kisses and sucks. She hollowed out her cheeks, taking him deeper into her mouth.

  “Fuck, baby!” he gasped, his hips thrusting forward as the tip of his dick slammed against the back of her throat. “Your mouth feels so good.”

  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of pleasing him. Anything to get his mind off their troubles for the night.

  “I want to fuck you so bad.” Caleb breathed through clenched teeth.

  Damara exulted in his delight. Her mission was to take him over the edge and she was nearing completion. His hips elevated, her hot wet strokes increasing. He would come. A violent shiver jerked him upward confirming what she’d already known. He was ready.

  “I’m coming!” he shouted a primal roar, his thick white milk exploding all over her lips and tongue. He growled again when she took him in her mouth and sucked. “Oh, shit,” he murmured and collapsed against the seat.

  “How’s that for proof?” she asked, her gaze fixed on him.

  Caleb’s mouth twisted into a grin. “I’m a believer.”

  It was her turn to clean him up and she did before helping him back into his slacks. She cuddled next to him, determined not to let Blaine Wolf ruin their evening.

  “I want you to take me home and fuck the shit out of me.”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  Damara buried her head in his chest, thankful Caleb hadn’t question her crude remark. Damn you, Blaine. Damn you
to hell for making me want you.

  * * *

  The rest of their night was filled with wild fire and explosive passion. Violently they ripped at one another’s clothes, leaving a mass of fabric from the front door to their bedroom. Hungry mouths slid over each other, tongues fused as Caleb tossed her to the bed and climbed on top.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” Caleb whispered. Skin to skin they were immersed in jungle love, his mission to erase any memories of her encounter with Blaine during their disappearance.

  Anxious and furious with desire, Damara spread her legs and summoned him to touch her. He cradled her legs against his powerful thighs and tongued her cunt viciously. His licks were hard and furious between her slick folds, his tongue a fiery dart of lust. Before she could recover, he positioned himself over her and drove his cock deep inside her with one powerful stroke.

  Damara groaned at his brutal intensity. Her legs high on his shoulders, his forceful thrusts brought tears to her eyes. She bit her bottom lip, the delectation she derived from his resolve to satisfy her sending her body into a heated frenzy, her orgasm exposed like a dangling live wire.

  Caleb shuddered, his cock taking her to brink and snatching her back with every thrust. If only he wouldn’t be overthrown with her. Every time he sank into her, her beautiful warm cunt sucked more out of him and he whimpered, throwing his head back when she pinched his nipples.

  “Shit, babe. Not yet. I don’t want this ride to end.”

  Her supreme lover. Caleb was showing a side of himself she hadn’t seen or known existed. Perhaps it was the silent challenge of Blaine’s sudden appearance that lit the fuse that triggered his flaming explosion. Whatever the reason, she was loving it.

  “Fuck this pussy, baby. Yes!” Damara moaned, raking her nails down his back to his ass. Harder. Faster. Deeper. That’s what she wanted and he obliged. “Caleb. You’re fucking me so good baby.”

  Pleased with his swerve, Caleb basked in the glow of her ecstasy. The sweet purrs of her submission the driving force behind his fire. He wanted to tattoo his love, his name all over her so she would never forget who came first in her heart. She belonged to him.

  Her pussy clamped onto his cock, squeezing the life out of him. “Ahh fuck,” Caleb growled and pushed her legs back, opening her pussy to him.

  “Did you fuck him tonight?”

  “No,” she admitted breathlessly.

  “Do you want to fuck him?” She opened her mouth to speak, but he hushed with a greedy kiss. “Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “I want to fuck him.” Damara confessed and he slammed down into her again. Truth is, she wanted them both to fuck her. Together. Her toes curled and she screamed. “Shit!”

  “Yeah, baby. Take Daddy’s cock.” Caleb breathed deep, grasping her ass for deeper penetration if it were possible. He pounded into her with ferocity, his balls slapping against her ass. Her loving drove him insane. “Oh, Damara. I need this. I need you. Tell me you’re mine.”

  Damara understood his speak including the words he didn’t speak. His fear was evident in his eyes as she looked at him. “I love you, Caleb.”

  Caleb’s body tensed as he came, his thick semen hot exploding inside her. Damara had yet to come, but that wasn’t a problem. He would make sure she got off. He slipped out of her, hoping to rise to occasion again before she was done. He lay on his back, Damara on top of him sliding her pussy against his cock hard and fast.

  “Yes, baby. Come for me.”

  Damara purred with satisfaction and rode the climatic wave until her sex surged and erupted. “God, I love you.”

  Caleb smiled. “I love you back. How was that for fucking you senseless?”

  “Wonderful baby,” Damara gasped and rolled onto her back. “Just wonderful.”

  * * *

  Three days later, Damara agreed to meet with Blaine before he boarded a plane headed back to Los Angeles to resume filming. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer. When the door open, he gazed at her with a huge smile on his face.

  “I’m glad you invited me.”

  “Not yet, but you will be.” Damara stepped aside and allowed him entry into the house. Caleb had left town on business and she’d promised she wouldn’t go to Blaine’s hotel room. “Take off your clothes.”

  Blaine raised an eyebrow. “Right here in the foyer? What about the hired help?”

  “Don’t ask questions.” She warned, leisurely tapping a finger against her chin. “Do it.”

  Damara was the only woman who could persuade him to do whatever she wanted without question. He removed his shirt and jeans and kicked them to the side. Naked and confident he stood in front of her, her eyes watching his twitching erection.

  “You see something you like?” he asked.

  Damara grinned. She kicked off her heeled sandals and crawled over to him. She kissed his abdomen, rubbing her face against his body to drape herself in his scent. Her fingers trailed up and down his dick before her hand wrapped around his thickness and pumped up and down. His body jerked and he stretched his hand out against the wall for support. She leaned forward and pulled his dick into her mouth, sucking and licking until he begged her to stop.

  “Do you want to fuck me?”

  “Hell, yes.”

  Blaine hauled her against his body. “Where am I fucking you?”

  “Our bedroom.” Damara took his hand and led him down the hallway to the bedroom they shared whenever he’s in town. She stepped out of her dress and joined him on the bed. “I want you to fuck me in ass.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Very.” Damara positioned herself on all fours and waited for him to appease her wishes. He spread her ass cheeks and licked her opening. She clutched the sheets, the velvet stroke of his tongue preparing her for his onslaught. “Take me.”

  Blaine smacked her hard on the ass. Not yet ready to give into her demands, he spread her open and slid his dick into her drenched pussy. He slipped his hand beneath her and stroked her clit with his middle finger. Her pussy was so wet. She writhed against his touch and it was enough to get him off.

  “It’s been so long, baby. Fuck, you feel good. I missed you.”

  Damara bit down on her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the deep powerful thrusts of his naked dick pummeling her pussy. Days ago her husband had been there and now Blaine would deliver the knockout punch she craved. Her eyes filled with delicious tears, the sensation of his lovemaking captivating her very soul.

  “Jesus,” she whispered. “You’re going to make me come.”

  He tightened his grip on her hips, replacing their usual rugged fuck session with tenderness and she responded in kind. Her pussy drained and clutched him with smooth contractions, her name slipping between his lips.

  “Oh my god, Blaine. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.” Damara moaned. She was so wet for him, her lips swollen with desire. He thrust his hips and she croon, her body splintering into pieces. “Fuck!” she gasped.

  “Your pussy feels so good when you come.” He smacked her ass and she cried out in pleasure. He turned her over and settled on top of her. “I’m not going to fuck you in the ass. I want to make love to you, Damara.”

  Damara didn’t argue. She gave into his mandate and wrapped her long legs around his hips when he pushed inside her. He buried his face in the crest of her neck and she welcomed him deeper.

  “I love you, Blaine.”

  Blaine kissed her softly, his tongue tracing her lips with every plunge. “I love you, Damara.”

  Damara threw her head back, pleasure flooding her body. “I’m coming again.”

  Her declaration was enough to send him after her. Together they soared and shuddered in perfect harmony.

  “It should be like this all the time, Damara. We shouldn’t be living for a high-octane fuck whenever we can get away. Six months have passed and it’s time to tell him.”

  “I’ll tell h
im,” she whispered. He checked his watched and sighed. “Must you go back tonight?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “Come with me.”

  Damara considered his offer only to turn him down in the end. “I can’t.”

  “You’re my wife, Damara and I’m tired of you denying our union.” Blaine said. “It’s time to tell Caleb the truth.”

  From the doorway, Caleb had overheard his wife with her lover making love and now the proclamation of marriage nearly knocked him over. “What the fuck! You two got married and didn’t tell me?”