Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape (3 page)

T
he afternoon was long
, and I didn’t really want to leave the cabin and come face to face with the guy who I now realized had bailed on me. If he’d wanted me to touch him, he would have stayed around and let me.

I waffled between horny and humiliated all day. When Callie came back from her massage she was more cheery than I could remember ever seeing her, and her attitude from the day before had vanished.

Apparently letting someone rub her down bode well for her soul.

“I’m actually getting another massage tonight, like around eight.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised, as I took a wedge of Brie from the fridge. After adding some fig jam, some crackers, and a few bunches of grapes to the platter, I poured both of us glasses of wine.

Callie just sat with a dazed look on her face, watching me move around the kitchen.

“It was the best massage of my life,” she sighed. “And since we’re leaving early tomorrow, I figured why the hell not?”

“Right, why not?” I said under my breath, regretting that I hadn’t stepped out of the cabin earlier, to at least see if my guy was lingering around looking for me.

Willow walked through the door, flushed from all the fresh air on her wilderness hike. Her smile was wide, and she walked straight to the food, plucking a grape.

“I’m famished!” she said, popping it in her mouth. “My body is sore from head to toe.” She sat on the bed to unlace her hiking boots.

“After we eat, do you want to head to the soaking tubs?” I asked, feeling restless all of a sudden. My friends seemed to have mellowed after their days out. I should have splurged and gone kayaking or something. “It would probably feel really good after the hike.”

“Actually, I’m going on a night hike. I promised the group I was with today I’d join them; it’s a full moon tonight.” Willow poured herself a glass of wine and stripped out of her layers of hiking clothes. As she slipped off her coat, a thong fell out of the pocket.

“Umm, forget something?” I asked, hating how reprimanding my voice sounded as I held up the pink thong, which I knew for a fact was hers. We’d done laundry together enough to know every item of clothing the other person owned.

“Oops,” she said, not offering any more information.

Callie crawled under her covers in a blissed out, post-massage state. She’d closed her eyes, seeming unaware of the exchange between Willow and I.

“They must have, um, gotten misplaced,” Willow said, repressing a smile.

“Right,” I said, knowing she wasn’t telling me the entire story.

“I’m gonna clean up. It might be a while; I’m in the mood for a bath. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No,” I answered, annoyed. “Actually, I’m gonna head to the tubs right now.” I forced a smile onto my face, not wanting to stick around while the two of them geared up for the night. I had been waiting around all day—for what, I didn’t know, but I was going to find out.

My friends had taken control of their days and I needed to get my shit together, take control, and get what I wanted ... like I had last night.

I was gonna get the cock I should have taken hours ago.

I
t was
dinnertime and still light out, so I didn’t grab a flashlight as I walked out of the cabin, wrapped in my robe. Passing the empty serenity garden, I felt a mix of relief and annoyance. If he had been standing here, I didn’t really know what I would say or do, but I liked to imagine myself doing something besides walking away.

I liked to imagine taking hold of what I wanted.

The soaking tubs were mostly empty. A couple of girlfriends chatted in one, and a man and woman sat in another, but they weren’t doing anything that would make me blush.

Their clothing was off, and my ears rang with Callie’s unexpected words:
Why the hell not?
Smirking, knowing I was the only one holding myself back, I decided I had nothing to lose.

I hung the robe on a hook and then discreetly removed my one-piece suit. My bikini, now tied to too many memories, was stuffed at the bottom of my suitcase.

I walked to the outdoor shower, which was enclosed by cedar paneling, and turned the water on before I stepped in. I let my brown hair down from the tie that held it back, and warm water washed over me, rinsing me off. When I turned the faucet off, goose bumps immediately pricked over my skin as the cool evening air swept over me.

I stepped out of the shower. While I was still hidden by the cedar walls, my eyes took in the scene in front of me. Three of the guys from before were now in the tub. Where had they come from?

They must have come from the dressing room. The guy from the sauna was there, flanked by his friends. His head leaned back against the edge of the tub, and I wanted to straddle him and rub my hands through his wet hair—even if he had ditched me post-hookup.

Another woman came up to use the shower, and I was forced to step aside. Not wanting to stand there in the cold looking stupid, I walked towards the soaking tubs. I didn’t know what to do. I could sit with the other couple, who were now much cozier than they had been a few minutes before, or sit with the girls who were laughing together at inside jokes I didn’t have energy to learn.

Or I could sit with the guys—one of them being
my
guy.

He still hadn’t noticed me standing here.

Not wanting to meet his eyes, I made a decision, one that I could live with. Callie was right: tomorrow I would leave and I didn’t need to leave with regrets. If I wanted something, I needed to ask for it.

I had nothing to lose. If I wanted to have sex with him—and I did—I needed to tell him.

I walked to the tub where the three guys were, and stepped in.

“Hey,” I said, my breasts bobbing in the water. There were four of us in the tub now, one on each wall, with my guy directly in front of me.

His eyes went wide, and his mouth gaped for a moment before he recovered. “Hi,” he said, before quickly glancing at his two friends in the tub.

“I’m Jude,” one of his friends said. He had an angular face—not my type, and serious in a way that intimidated me.

“And I’m Ashton,” the other guy said, smiling wide. I still didn’t know the name of the guy straight in front of me, and honestly I didn’t really care. As his friends introduced themselves I couldn’t help staring at my guy some more, and he stared right back at me. His eyes seemed to be trying to tell me something, but I didn’t know what.

What I really wanted to know was why he’d left me last night. What I really,
really
wanted to know was if he wanted a round two.

I didn’t respond and tell them my name, and I think they thought I was rude, because they raised their eyes, then shook their heads. But I didn’t care. The cold air mixed with the steamy water left my skin awake.

“Ok, I’m headed out,” Jude said, looking at me like I was a weirdo—and maybe I was. I was sitting in the hot tub, silently staring at their friend.

“Me too. You coming?” Ashton asked the guy I was eye-locked with.

“Nah, I’m good right here,” he answered slowly, not looking up at them as they left the tub. I knew they were both chiseled and naked, but my eyes weren’t for them and the guy in front of me knew that.

Now it was just the two of us in the soaking tub, and I could press him for an explanation.

But I didn’t need to because he started talking first. “I’m so sorry about last night. After I left the sauna I was so hard, so turned on, I didn’t want—”

“Want what?” I asked. “Me?”

He groaned and pushed his palms to his head, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he moved. “No, that is
so
not it.”

“Then what was it?”

“If you had so much as touched me I would have—ugh, this is so embarrassing.” He shook his head then raised one eyebrow in my direction. “Basically I would have lasted two seconds. You’re sexier than any girl I’ve ever been with.”

His explanation softened me. I’d never heard a guy say that I turned him on so much. It gave me the confidence I needed to really get things going with him. He hadn’t ditched me to be mean; he had left to save face.

“And then I saw you this morning, and I swear to God you look just as sexy with clothes on, and I was so embarrassed about leaving like I did.”

I didn’t answer. I wanted whatever I said next to be exactly what I meant.

He mistook my pause, thinking I was still mad. “Ugh, I screwed it up, didn’t I?” he moaned quietly, not realizing how sexy he was, naked before me.

“That depends,” I said, walking towards him in the chest-deep water.

“On what?” Having piqued his interest, I stood in front of him with my globe-like breasts close enough for him to grab. The cold air had hardened my nipples, and I felt a rush as I made a move toward what I wanted.

“It depends if you’ll last longer than two seconds now,” I said, pushing myself between his legs. He released his breath, his pent-up nervousness, and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. In a fluid, sure movement, he pulled me onto his lap, taunting me with an already stiff cock.

I looked around and saw the couple of girlfriends had left. The only people in the soaking tubs were the other couple, and they were going at it pretty hard. The guy massaged the woman’s breasts, and she moved her hand in a steady motion under the water, clearing getting him off.

It turned me on in a way I would never have guessed, though I’d watched enough soft porn over the years to know that people pleasuring one another turned me on. My guy could tell, too, and he let his fingers trail up my thigh.

Not wanting to tease him any longer I leaned in and pulled his face to mine. His lips were soft and full, and when they pressed against mine I could already feel my pussy tighten in delight.

There was something so hot about not knowing his name, his job, his past. The only thing that mattered was the present, and presently his tongue met mine, causing me to moan in delight, without a thought to censoring my volume.

I wanted him, and I wanted him to know it.

His kisses were aggressive and needy, desperate just like mine. I knew I could jack him off there in the water, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to give back like he had given to me. I wanted to fully enjoy the length of his cock, and the only way to do that was to put it in my mouth until I gagged. I wanted his come in my mouth, on my tits, on my face.

And I wanted it now.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, pulling away from him.

“I know where to go,” he said, not thinking twice. I liked his take-charge attitude, and I let him take my hand and lead me out of the tub.

I took a sharp breath as I saw his massive cock, hard and in plain view. His back was toward the couple, and I was the only one around to enjoy what he flashed. His eyes took in my naked, wet body, and he didn’t hide his dimpled smile.

Grabbing my robe, I also picked up a towel and tossed it to him. Wrapping it around his firm ass he took my hand back in his own and led me in the opposite direction of the serenity garden, to a part of the property I hadn’t been to before.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my bare feet walking across the cold stone walkway. “I didn’t put on my boots.”

“Don’t worry, I know a place right around the corner,” he said, with his back to me. “And when we get there, neither of us is running away until we’ve gotten what we came for.”

N
ot asking any more questions
, I followed him to a cabin. A fire burned, and yellow flames flickered behind a grate. I warmed instantly, my feet under a bear skin rug.

“Is this your place?” I asked, realizing it was much homier than the cabin my friends and I had rented. Piles of books sat on the coffee table, a laundry hamper was in the corner, and a sink of dirty dishes completed the home-like feel of the place.

“No, this is my buddy’s place. He works here as a masseuse, and a few friends and I came up for the weekend.”

“Oh, I see,” I said, glad I wasn’t being led back to his own house. I didn’t really want to get tangled up in his real life. Right now, all I wanted was to pick up where we left off the night before. No names. No questions. No real life. “Will they be coming back anytime soon?”

“Nah, my friend has a client tonight, and the guys you met—Jed and Ethan—have some night hike or something planned. No one will bother us, I promise.”

“So … it’s just us,” I said. Not wanting to talk about his friends anymore, I untied my robe.

“Just us,” he said, moving towards me, his towel still wrapped around his taut body. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“Nope,” I said, dropping the white terrycloth covering to ground. “And I don’t want to know yours.”

“What do you want?” he asked, biting his lip, an eyebrow raised.

“I want your towel off.”

He nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his soft lips. I wanted him to run them over every inch of my skin. He dropped the towel, and I saw his cock—not as hard as before, but that had more to do with the cold walk we had taken to get to this cabin than with my naked body in front of him.

“I wanted to thank you for last night,” I said, strumming my breasts as I spoke. His pecs flexed as he watched, his body responding to my fingers pressing my nipples hard.

“Not necessary. It was my pleasure,” he answered, wrapping his arms around my body.

My skin tingled at his touch, and I rested my cheek against his chest as his hands found themselves between my legs, at my entrance. My heat rose as his fingers brushed softly at the folds they were familiar with.

I didn’t want to be a greedy lover, though, and I knew he would make me come tonight—but not now. Now I wanted to be on my knees.

I pushed his chest away, leading him to the couch, directing him to sit. He pushed his chin-length hair behind his ears, and let his head fall back on the cushions.

Taking his shaft in my mouth I licked him thoroughly, enjoying the scent of his cock. The warm base welcomed my hands that massaged his balls, thanking me by growing harder. I couldn’t repress my smile, and I looked up at him to see his eyes closed as he enjoyed my work.

My core tightened as I realized what power I possessed. I felt in control and alive. I had always been so scared to put myself out there, but maybe that was changing.

My confidence grew, and I put his balls in my mouth, sucking them, twirling them one at a time with my tongue. His moans encouraged me, and I put his thick cock back in my mouth. He thrust as I did, but the length of him wouldn’t fit. He was too large, but I did my best, rounding my lips around him as I let him in as deep as possible.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” he said. My own fingers pressed against my pussy, which was filled with desire. The more he thrust himself in my mouth, the more I wanted his fingers to push into me until I came.

“I want you to come on my tits,” I said, shocked that I was able to say a fantasy of mine out loud.

“I’ll come wherever you tell me,” he said.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop, licking the tip and tasting the salty come beginning to rise at the tip.

“Oh, yeah, you’re so ready,” I said, pulling gently at his shaft as the come began to shoot towards my full breasts. My opening grew wetter with each spray.

I wanted to taste more and I leaned my head up, letting his come hit my face. I pumped his cock harder now, wanting every last bit to hit my body. I didn’t want to waste any of it. He came on my face and I licked greedily, as he moaned in climax.

Once I had exhausted him, I got up from my knees and straddled him on the couch, holding his cock in my hands.

“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.

* * *

T
he 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.