by Frankie Love
“Fuck, you are wild,” he said, to my thrill.
I took the towel from the couch and wiped my face.
“Now it’s your turn.” He deftly moved me to the floor, where the bearskin rug sprawled out in front of the fire. He kept me on my hands and knees, and knelt behind me. His tongue licked my asshole, as he nuzzled his face in my ass.
He spanked my ass, causing me to laugh in pleasure. This was everything I could have imagined. It was like that Fifty Shades girl had nothing on me. Tonight I felt unstoppable. My inner goddess was a fucking animal.
“Yeah,” I moaned in pleasure. “But that’s not where I want you.” I turned back around and forced him down on the rug. “I want to sit on your face.”
I scooted my ass over his mouth, wanting his tongue to lick my pussy, his fingers to graze my asshole again, but this way, so I could look at his cock as it grew hard again.
I still needed that massive cock inside of me before I would be through with him. I had imagined it breaking through me all last night, as I’d struggled to sleep. I wasn’t leaving until I got what I came for.
His tongue lapped over me, slowly and then faster. He knew what he was doing. He steadily circled my clit, as my come poured over his open mouth. I whimpered as I released myself all over him. He pushed my ass in the air a bit, and began using his fingers to hit my g-spot like the night before.
My legs were slick, and he slapped my ass with his wet hand. Deeper and harder, and I heard sounds escape my mouth that never had before. He was so deep inside me, his fingers pounding me like I wanted. My jaw got tight and my shoulders tensed as an orgasm rushed through me.
I screamed out in pleasure and then leaned forward, his fingers still buried in me. My lips found what they wanted and I began sucking him off again, this time moving up and down as I took his whole cock at once, while he stretched my pussy nice and wide.
I was ready for him to fill me. His thick, pulsing rod was in my hand, and my clit was throbbing for the friction I knew was coming.
Grabbing my waist, he pulled me to the side, and then we were standing—panting, eager for what was going to happen next.
In front of the fire, I looked at his muscular arms and legs, his rock-solid chest. His eyes swam over me hungrily. He took hold of my face and whispered words that made me feel like the person I had never believed myself to be until then.
“You are the sexiest woman alive.” And then he kissed me hard and deep, remembering how I liked it. His hands found my tits, and he squeezed them well and good.
His cock pushed between my legs, so hard and massive that I knew I would never be dry again. All I would need to do for the rest of my life was remember how hard he was right now, and my pussy would be wet.
“Fuck me,” I said, pulling his lips away. “Fuck me now.”
Without hesitation he pushed my back firmly against the wall, lifting me to waist level.
“You like that?” he asked, as he lowered me onto his cock.
I whimpered, biting my lip, clawing at his back. “It’s too big,” I murmured, dizzy.
“No, your pussy wants it, and I’m gonna give it to you.”
My arms wrapped around his neck as he guided me down his shaft. He was right: I did want it. I wanted him to fill me up in a way no cock ever had. Last night, I’d been scared sex like this would make me dissatisfied for the rest of my life, but now I didn’t care. Now I wanted to be ruined.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me, baby.”
He looked in my eyes as he rocked me up and down, his strong arms holding me against the wall in a position I’d never known I could manage—but right then, I felt like I could do anything. “I wanna make you come,” he said.
“I’m so close,” I screamed, running my fingers through his hair. Then I grabbed hold of his shoulders, and the walls of my pussy tightened, over and over and over again as the orgasms rolled through.
“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, as we came together.
My eyes were hot with tears as my ideas of sex and myself were demolished.
I was capable of getting what I needed.
He set me down, and I looked at him dreamily, my state of ecstasy reached. I pulled my robe back on while he watched.
“You are fucking insane,” he breathed. “That was so hot.”
I took a few deep breaths as I cinched my robe tighter against my body. It was time to go. If I stayed I would become a slave to his body.
And all I wanted right now was to claim myself as my own. I had a power within me I had never harnessed. I was ready to see where else it could take me.
A shadow crossed his face as I reached for the doorknob.
“Don’t leave.”
“I got exactly what I came for,” I said, putting my hand on the doorknob.
“Tell me your name. Where you live. So we can do this again.”
“Hmmm,” I teased. Looking in his sincere eyes, I reconsidered my stance. Maybe I could be in charge of my own sexuality and save some room for his cock, too. “How about you leave your name and number in an envelope at the front desk? If I feel like it, maybe before I leave I’ll take it with me. But I have a feeling this was a one-time only thing.”
I walked away, with him shaking his head—walked away from his perfectly dimpled ass, his perfectly delicious body.
Knowing I’d never forget this perfectly decadent escape.
The next morning, I sat with my friends on the ferry ride home, taking in the gorgeous views of the waves crashing around us. An eagle soared overhead and I watched as he dipped to the water’s surface.
Then with a fish in his mouth, he flew up fast, and took flight with his spoils. He got what he wanted.
I smiled.
“What are you so happy about?” Callie asked. A serene softness, one she rarely showed, seemed to cover her.
“I just had an amazing weekend,” I said, keeping my story clean of the details I wanted to hold close.
“Oh, good,” Willow said, pulling her beanie over her ears. “I kind of thought you might be annoyed that Callie and I were MIA so much.” Her cheeks were full of color, and I thought the hikes were probably just what she needed—a chance to get fresh air and a change of scenery.
“So, do you have anything on tap for this week?” Callie asked.
“Actually, I think I’m going to go for it with Kyle, and ask him out,” I said. “Enough talking, I should just ask for what I want.”
“Whoa, what happened to Courtney?” Willow asked, shocked. “I mean, that’s awesome, but a little wild, coming from you.”
“I guess this place made me wild and true, true to myself,” I said, laughing with my friends.
My hand reached inside my pocket, and I felt the white envelope I’d stuffed inside earlier that morning, after the front desk clerk had given it to me.
If Kyle didn’t work out, I always had a back-up. But I was guessing I wouldn’t need it. I was ready to take what I wanted.
Part Two
Callie’s Story
Chapter Eight
Standing at the front desk with my purse on the counter, I rooted for my phone, hoping Blaine had called.
Not that I expected a phone call—it had been a week since he’d ended things—but a small part of me held out hope that he would see the error of his ways.
I hadn’t been able to check for messages during the five hours it took to get us to the island resort, because I’d been stuck driving. Again.
Courtney and Willow had designated me as the driver for our girls’ weekend because I was the one who wouldn’t get us lost, had AAA, and had checked the ferry schedule.
Court claimed “work fatigue” every chance she got, even though she was only an intern, and Willow didn’t have a car. The three of us were recent college graduates, but I was the one they deemed a grown-up.
And at the moment, I felt anything but. Right then I felt like a fraud. Court and Willow expected me to be put-together, because I always was … but right
then I just wanted to have a good cry.
“Sorry, this resort doesn’t have cell service,” the front desk clerk said sympathetically as I pulled out my phone. “We have a land line, though, if it’s urgent.”
“Seriously?” I huffed and dropped my phone back in my bag. Not for the first time, I wondered where Willow had dragged us. She’d claimed this was an island oasis, but right then it felt like a prison. The lobby was decorated in thrift store cast-offs, with a bohemian bartender. “How do you not have reception?”
“We’re too far out for cell towers,” she said. “You know, our website clearly says that we don’t have cell service or Wi-Fi.”
I gave her a tight smile, knowing I was being the bitch my friends had accused me of being, earlier in the car—though it wasn’t my fault Willow had no sense of direction.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” the clerk asked.
“Actually, yes, I wanted to book a massage for tomorrow. Anything available?”
Flipping through an old-school appointment book, she pursed her lips before asking, “How does 11:30 work?”
“Great,” I said. I had nothing on my agenda except to find a way to forget about Blaine and the year we had been together.
“Sixty or ninety minutes?”
“Ninety, please.”
“You’re all set, then.” She handed me a card with the appointment time. “Your masseuse is Liam, and the spa cabin is easy to find on the map,” she said, handing me a paper with a highlighted cabin.
Walking toward the lobby, I saw Courtney downing her hot toddy. Must be nice, I thought. I could never let myself relax like that.
Maybe tonight—after I unpacked, made dinner for the three of us, and got in my pajamas—I’d be able to decompress with some wine. But at four in the afternoon? Not me.
“You should really stop giving Willow such a hard time,” Courtney said, her fingers circling the rim of her mug. “It was a really intense car ride.”
“She graduated with honors,” I said. “She could do anything. I just don’t like watching my friend waste her life.”
“I don’t think it’s for you to decide,” Courtney countered. “I know things have been hard since you and Blaine broke up—”
“No you don’t, Court,” I said. And she didn’t. Courtney had never had a real boyfriend. In fact, her entire life was a low-key luxury, the sort I had never known.
She’d never had a real job before. The pressures at her magazine internship were nothing like the ones at my advertising agency, especially since I didn’t come from money like she did.
I, on the other hand, had no parents to fall back on if I blew my rent money on Uggs and a new Coach bag. I had put myself through college, and everything I had now, I had earned for myself. Sure, it made me more intense about certain things, but I’d been forced into responsibility way before Courtney and Willow had.
Of course I wanted Willow to get out of her job at the coffee shop. She needed a 401k.
“We’re only twenty-two; let’s act like it,” Courtney said, and took her mug back to the bar.
I watched her walk away. Our friendship had spanned the length of college, but right now I felt so misunderstood—by Blaine, by Courtney, by Willow. I just wanted somebody to take care of me. I was tired of managing everyone else, only to have it bite me in the ass.
Willow walked into the lobby, smiling warmly.
“What took you so long?” I asked, wincing at my own words. I wanted to be nicer.
“There was the hottest guy in front of me and I couldn’t help flirting.”
“How hot?” Courtney asked.
“Like hotter-than-Kyle-at-work hot,” Willow said, knowing Court’s not-so-secret crush.
“I am so over guys,” I said tucking my blond hair behind my ears. “This weekend I am avoiding them at all costs.”
“God, you are seriously depressing, Callie,” Willow said. “I’m totally planning on getting laid this weekend.”
“No surprise there,” I said. Willow was the most experienced of the three of us, and I fully expected she would find someone to hook up with.
“Oh, screw you, Callie,” Willow said. “This is supposed to be a fun getaway, not a break-up bitchfest. Oh, and you guys,” she said, her voice lowering. “That’s the guy.”
Willow pointed discreetly at a guy who did look like Kyle, but he was so not my type. Not that I knew what my type was anymore. Blaine had been a stereotypical band boy, playing guitar, notorious for driving a beer truck and forgetting his wallet.
Thanks for nothing, I’d thought when he broke up with me. I was the one who’d washed his clothes, made him dinner, and filled his gas tank when it hit E.
The Kyle look-alike was with three other guys. They could have been mistaken for cover models for an outdoor magazine, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they had real jobs that afforded their laid-back look. Annoyed with my judgmental thoughts, I looked over at Willow and Courtney, wishing I could chill out like them. I was tired of being the type-A drag.
“They’re all so hot,” Courtney said.
“We should go talk to them,” Willow said daringly.
“Yeah, right,” I said, using disinterest as a coping mechanism. I didn’t want to be rejected for the second time in a week. But, stealing a glance at the guys, I realized my friends were right about one thing: they were all super-hot. “I’m not interested, and Courtney would never make a move.”
“Fine,” Willow said, deflated, as the guys walked out of the lobby.
I instantly regretted my snappy comments, and determined to be a better friend to her tonight.
One guy stopped on his way out and turned to look my way. I smiled, but pretended not to notice. He took off his beanie, revealing close-cropped blond hair. He was much more athletic than guitar-playing Blaine had ever been. Now he gave me a full-on smile and I quickly turned my head, keeping up my charade of disinterest.
The one I was tired of. The one that put me in a box so restricting I couldn’t breathe.
“Anyone ready to get to our cabin?” Willow asked.
Courtney said yes and jumped for the keys, and I couldn’t have agreed more. I was ready to drop my bags and get in comfy clothes.
And maybe I was being a bit over the top in judging Court’s afternoon drink—because at this moment, all I wanted was to get buzzed and forget all the responsibilities I’d put on myself.
I was ready to stop being everyone’s mother, and start being my own woman.
Chapter Nine
The three of us claimed beds in the studio cabin and dropped our bags on them. The cabin was cozy and quaint, and I eyed the tub in the bathroom, knowing it had my name on it for later tonight. Willow began a fire in the wood-burning stove, and the chilly evening air dissipated quickly as the crackling flames radiated heat. I took off my cardigan and opened a bottle of Merlot.
Pouring glasses, I held mine up to offer a toast, wanting to apologize for my bitchiness.
“To Willow, for making this weekend away happen,” I said. “I know my attitude has been less than stellar, and I just wanted to thank you both for loving me despite that.”
We clinked glasses and I took a long drink, the rich wine warming my throat.
“That’s sweet, Callie, but we get it,” Willow said, and Courtney nodded in agreement. They were being way too generous with me. What I really needed was to be put in my place.
Settling in quickly, we began chopping romaine for salad and warming a baguette.
By the time we finished our Caesar salad, we had drunk two bottles of wine, and I decided what the hell and uncorked a third. I began refilling our glasses, but Courtney surprised me by announcing that she was headed off to the soaking tubs, alone.
“Which should I wear?” she asked. “My one-piece or the bikini?”
“The bikini for sure,” I said, eyeing her curves. “You’re in the best shape of your life.”
“You know the sauna and soaking tubs ar
e clothing optional, don’t you?” Willow said.
I had totally forgotten, not that I planned on spending much time there. I wasn’t really interested in a naked hot tub; I’d had enough of those in college. I wanted something a bit more grown-up when I took off my clothes.
Courtney took off pretty quickly, leaving a near-drunk Willow in her wake.
I began clearing the table and putting away leftovers as Willow watched.
“I’m not mad that you think my barista job is a dead end,” she told me. Apparently the booze had made her reflective. “Because, honestly, I just feel stuck. Like, there are so many choices and I don’t want to put myself in some box by choosing a lifetime career at twenty-two.”
I knew what she meant; I didn’t want to be in a box either. But I was living in one that I had built with my own two hands. I didn’t know how to break free.
“People change their careers and their course all the time.” I told her what I wanted to believe about myself.
“You’re right. It’s just scary, you know? Being a grown-up. We only get one shot at this. I don’t want to live with regrets.”
No regrets was easy to say but impossible to practice, I thought, exhausted. It had been a long day, and a longer week. Suddenly all I wanted to do was take a bath.
“Do you mind if I take a bath?” I asked.
“No,” Willow said, her eyes half-closed anyway.
“Get in bed, sleepy head,” I told her. “And thanks.”
“For what?”
“For being a friend, even when I make that hard.”
“Anytime, Mom.”
“Don’t say that,” I say, grabbing my toiletries bag. “I want to loosen up. I just don’t know how.”
“Do you ever watch porn? That loosens me up plenty,” Willow said, laughing.
“Oh, shut up,” I told her. I filled another glass of wine and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
“You know I love you,” Willow shouted as I locked the door with a click.
I knew she did. I also knew I needed to figure out how to love myself.
