Chapter Five
Calla
We had finally gotten over the jetlag and were settling into a happy routine. Jake had gone out early to get in a run. The poor man was going a little stir-crazy. He wasn’t used to so much leisure time. At the cabin, he had plenty of things to do to keep him busy. And when he wasn’t chopping wood or doing whatever it was he did all day, he went running on the various trails. He claimed he was working by checking out the trails. I knew he enjoyed the peace and quiet he found on his runs. I liked a little peace and quiet as well.
I sipped my coffee while I waited for my email to load. I had taken a full three days off, but now it was time to check in. I didn’t necessarily need to do any work, but with the upcoming press tour and the new book deal, I had to keep up with things.
Opening the email from my editor, I started reading. A smile spread across my face as I read the glowing accolades about my last book. The pitch for the book I was going to start writing had been very well received as well—with one caveat. They wanted it to contain more of the hot and steamy stuff that filled my last book.
That gave me a very good idea. I quickly replied to the email, promising to include plenty of pussy-drenching material, and then closed the laptop.
Grabbing my notebook, I tapped the pen against the blank page. I needed to get my creative juices flowing and there was only one way to do that. I grabbed my notebook and sauntered down the path to the beach, finding a seat on one of the empty lounge chairs.
Within seconds, I’d found my creative muse. I would recognize his body anywhere. He was jogging along the beach, weaving around the various beachgoers. I stared at the way he moved, his arms pumping with each easy stride. He loved to work out and I was glad he did. His stamina was phenomenal. I was certainly appreciative of his love of exercise. It made me a very happy and satisfied woman.
I started jotting down various notes and ideas. It was kind of a bucket list. A list of the many ways I wanted to have sex with Jake. I considered it research for the book, so I could write from a place of experience and authority. I knew Jake was the perfect man to check off each of the items I had written down.
So focused on my list, I didn’t see him until he was back and sitting next to me, breathing hard.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Writing.”
He chuckled before ripping it out of my hands. “Hey!” I protested.
He used a towel to wipe his brow as he read my list. “Holy shit. What is this?” he asked, his eyes growing huge as he read.
“Research,” I quipped.
“Research? This looks more like a list,” he said, giving the notebook back to me. “A very naughty list.”
I giggled, “I’ve been instructed to spice up my next book with more steamy sex scenes. I wanted to be creative. These are some ideas I had. Want to help me do some research? I need to get an idea of the dirty details, if you know what I mean.”
“Woman, you are fucking crazy,” he grinned. “Hell yeah, I’ll help you with this kind of research any day.”
I glanced around, noticing a somewhat isolated area on the beach. “There.”
“What?” he said, looking at the area.
Jumping off the chair, I grabbed one of the towels and pulled him with me.
“Calla,” he protested.
Ignoring his protest, I stuck my hand down the front of his shorts. His cock sprang to life and I knew he was ready to play along. I leaned up on my tiptoes, kissing him gently at first before pushing against him and demanding more.
“How?” he whispered.
I knew exactly what he was asking. “Hold on,” I told him, walking back to the more public area and grabbing a lawn chair. I dragged it across the sand and gestured for him to sit down.
He sat down, looking at me expectantly.
I sat on the opposite side before lying down on my side, facing away from him. “Don’t you want to take a nap?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
“Fuck, yeah.”
He laid down behind me, his mouth hovering above my ear.
I wiggled my ass against him. “What are you waiting for?” I prompted.
“You sure?”
“I am very sure.”
He grabbed the towel and stretched it across our lower bodies. His hand moved over my bikini bottom, pushing it to the side. I bent my knee, giving him easier access. His fingers slid up my inner thigh before finding my core and probing deep inside.
I bit back a moan, not wanting to draw attention to what we were really doing.
“You’re wet,” he breathed into my ear.
His fingers delved in and out, teasing over my clit. The danger of being where we were was heightening my pleasure.
“Are you ready? You can’t scream,” he warned.
I quietly panted. “I won’t scream.”
“Cum for me then,” he whispered.
My legs stiffened as the orgasm rolled over me. He stopped moving his fingers. My thighs tightened and squeezed his fingers inside me. I gasped as my body vibrated around his fingers.
“Shhh,” he whispered, the sound brushing across my ear.
I felt him moving around behind me and then within seconds his dick was rubbing past my cheeks. He pulled out his fingers and pushed my leg forward.
“Open up,” he grunted, pushing his dick against my pussy.
I wiggled on the chair, doing my best to give him total access. A little boy ran by. We both froze.
“Shit,” he said on a laugh.
“Shh,” I giggled.
The little boy grabbed his ball and paused to look at us.
“Get out of here,” Jake growled.
The boy’s mother appeared, looked at us and gasped. “Let’s go, Joey,” she said, grabbing the boy’s arm and pulling him away.
Jake and I burst into laughter. “That was close,” I said in a hushed voice.
“I don’t think that counts as close. She knew.”
“She couldn’t know for sure. She assumed,” I argued. “Now, you were about to stick that lovely cock inside me. I’m waiting.”
“You’re crazy,” he said, before pushing against me once more.
The thrill of being caught heightened the excitement. I never considered myself one for public displays of affection or voyeurism, but having his dick pressed against me in the middle of the day on a very public beach was thrilling.
He massaged my thigh before guiding his dick to my hole. He pushed in far too slowly for my taste. Our position made it difficult for him to get where I craved him most. I shimmied against him and curled forward, hoping to ease his passage.
“Relax,” he murmured. “We’ll get there. Enjoy the ride.”
His words were meant to soothe, but they only heightened my frustration. His hand wrapped around my front as he slid down the chair a fraction and thrust upwards.
“There,” I moaned. “Again.”
“Shh, I’ve got this. I know how to fuck you the way you need.”
He worked his finger between my legs, finding that sensitive nub he knew just how to strum to make me hum with pleasure.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Shh,” he whispered, slowly sliding in and out, raking his cock over my sensitive nerves.
My position, legs closed, squeezed his shaft as he moved in and out. It was a glorious sensation.
“More,” I whimpered, feeling the climax, but not able to reach it.
“I’m giving you exactly what you need. Let it wash over you. Ride it out, Calla. I will fuck you over and over, right here, anywhere you want me.”
I could hear voices in the distance, but blocked them out, concentrating completely on his heavy cock between my legs.
“Jake,” I pleaded for something, but I didn’t know what. “Jake, it’s too good,” I whined. “Too slow.”
“Slow and easy. I like this, Calla. I can’t wait to get you back to the room, so I can slowly fuck you all night. You’re so tight. Your pussy is strangling my cock.”
I rocked against him, craving that release, but wanting to take the slow ride with him. My body was quivering, begging for release.
“You’re almost there,” his words washed over the exposed skin of my shoulder. “Are you ready, Calla? Don’t scream. I’m going to slide my finger in. You’re going to want to thrash and cry out my name, but you can’t. You have to swallow the words. Are you ready?”
I was nodding, shaking, whimpering in anticipation. His finger slid over my stomach, disappearing under the towel and going to where he was joined with me. He ran his finger over my stretched pussy lips before slowly nudging in, pressed hard against the sensitive piece of flesh.
I felt as if I had been shocked. My body jerked. As he pushed his finger in a little deeper, running it over the hard nub while completely stretching my pussy to a point of sweet agony.
My toes pointed, and my hand went over the towel to stop his assault or push him deeper, I didn’t know which.
“Fuck me, Calla. Your pussy is tight.”
I nearly blacked out when the finger slid in deeper and caused an eruption inside my body.
The moan burst out of my throat before I had a chance to stop it. My body stiffened as one of the sweetest, most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced in my life gripped me, refusing to give me any relief as one lightning bolt after another slammed into my body. I grabbed the chair, holding on for dear life as the man behind me continued to rub his finger in and out of me above his throbbing cock.
I heard him grunt and groan before his dick jerked inside me. My own orgasm dragged on to the point I feared I would faint. I couldn’t draw air into my lungs.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, “I think so.”
He chuckled behind me, sliding up to spoon against my body. He adjusted my bathing suit bottoms before pulling up his shorts.
“You are an amazing woman, Calla.”
“You’re just saying that because you almost killed me,” I said, breathlessly.
He kissed the back of my neck. “I would never do that.”
“I saw the light. Literally. I’ve never had that long or that powerful of an orgasm in my life. I don’t know if I ever want to again. I thought I was dying. It was a sweet death, but it was intense.”
“Baby, I am going to give you about a million of those slow deaths in the coming years. Get used to it,” he promised.
My body shuddered at the thought.
“I don’t think I can move,” I mumbled, closing my eyes and doing my best to steady my shaking nerves.
“Don’t. We can stay here as long as you like.”
I sighed and let myself be cradled by his body. I could hear the people all around us and broke into laughter.
“What?” he asked.
“I can’t believe we just did that, like that, with people everywhere.”
He laughed with me. “You said you wanted public sex. You got it.”
“I think I was expecting more of a quickie.”
“Baby, don’t you know by now I don’t do quickies. Your body isn’t satisfied unless I make you cum at least twice.”
I grinned. The man was right. “We should probably get out of here before someone reports us.”
“Alright, I could use something to drink anyway.”
He stood and used his body to shield my own as I adjusted my bikini. We walked hand in hand back to our bungalow. I kept looking up and smiling at him. I couldn’t believe the man was my husband. I had hit the husband lottery.