Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape (6 page)

“Fuck,” I screamed, my back arching uncontrollably.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to move, but he had done this to me. His fingers were in my pussy and his thumb still circled my clit, and another orgasm rolled through me. His eyes were heady with desire, and I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his mouth to mine.

But then a bell rang, and interrupted my next move.

“Shit,” Liam said, moving his hand slowly from my heat. “Another client.”

“Oh,” I said, disappointed, but also a bit worn out. No guy had ever gone down on me like that. “Do you have clients all day?”

“You want more?” he asked, that smooth, sexy smile returning.

He crossed his arms and his pecs flexed under his cotton tee. I wanted to rip it off. I wanted him to pick me off the table and pin me against the door.

“I need you to tell me what happens next,” I begged. “I need you to tell me where you want my pussy.”

“Mmmm, you are a good, submissive lover.”

“Is that what you like? Telling women what to do?”

“I like telling you what to do.”

I closed my eyes, letting his words fill the space for a moment. He knew the exact right thing to say.

“So what you are going to do, Callie,” he began, “is put your clothes on, and walk out of here. You’ll go to your room and take a nice long nap, because when you come back here tonight at eight, I’m going to need you to be able to listen. And I also need you to have stamina, because I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Is that a demand?” I asked coyly, standing in front of him, pressing my hand on his cock, which began to grow hard again.

“Hell, yeah, it’s a demand. I know what you need, and it’s my job to take care of you.”

“Just your job?” I asked, playing with the idea that this could be more.

“Not a job like being a masseuse; it’s my job to make you come. It’s my job to teach you how to fuck my cock.”

With that, he turned and slipped out the door, leaving me alone to dress. To walk away with shaking legs and a fast beating heart.

I would come back tonight. I needed to.

I had no choice.

R
eturning to the cabin
, I couldn’t suppress the smile on my face. The day was brisk, but the sky was clear, just like my mind. I had clarity for the first time in what felt like months—maybe even years.

I was done holding the reins so tightly that my skin cracked and my heart turned cold. I wanted to be filled with the warmth that had blossomed in my core.

Obviously life couldn’t be all ecstasy and orgasms, but it also didn’t have to be bitter and judgmental. I didn’t want to be so rock-solid that I forgot what it felt like to have waves wash over me, breaking me down so I remembered that I was alive.

This was my life. My one precious and wild life.

I had been too rigid, for too long.

Liam had broken me free.

And fuck, I was going to do it all again tonight.

Opening the door to the cabin, I knew that for now my story would stay my own.

“Hi, Courtney,” I said. “Your day go okay?”

“Yeah, I mean, I wish I had splurged on going on a kayak trip or something, but it’s been okay,” she said briskly. “Quiet, but fine. What are you so smiley about?”

“I just had the best massage of my life.”

“That’s great.” She pulled Brie and grapes from the fridge. “Wine?” she asked, holding up a bottle of Chardonnay.

“Yes, please,” I said, realizing that I had stepped away from my regular role of making the food, and the world hadn’t ended. Court got a knife for the fig jam and put the crackers in a bowl. “This all looks so yummy.”

“Good,” she said. “Well, I’m glad the massage was nice. It’s the worst when you get a crappy masseuse. This one knew what they were doing?”

“Yeah, he definitely knew what he was doing,” I say, hiding my smile with a gulp of wine. “Actually, I booked another one for later tonight. I figured what the hell, we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Right, what the hell,” Court said, turning her back towards the sink. I could tell something was up with her, but before I could ask Willow walked through the door. And maybe it was for the best; my body was in a state of bliss and I couldn’t really get caught up in Courtney’s mood.

Willow was smiling, and flush from the fresh air. She plucked a grape from the platter and popped it into her mouth. “I’m famished! My body’s sore from head to toe.” She sat on her bed and began to unlace her hiking boots.

“After we eat do you want to head to the soaking tubs?” Courtney asked. “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,” Willow said, pouring herself a glass of the Chardonnay and stripping off her hiking clothes. “It’s a full moon tonight.”

I didn’t say anything; my mind was suddenly exhausted. Liam was right. I needed a good, long rest. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander away from the conversation taking place in the cabin—something about thongs and soaking tubs—and instead went to dreamland.

Imagining Liam telling me what to do, I fell asleep.

A
fter my nap
, I took my time getting out of bed. The cabin was so warm and cozy, and I stretched my arms over my head, delighting in my decadent day.

“Good rest?” Willow asked. She sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel, rubbing lotion on her arms.

“Yes. Exactly what the doctor ordered.”

Well, not the doctor, exactly. More like Liam. But I wasn’t going to get technical.

“I’m so glad. My bath was fantastic. This weekend has been just what I needed.”

“The hike was pretty good then?” I asked. Lying on my side, I propped my head up with my arm.

“Yeah, I mean the hike was good….”

“But?”

“Well, the two guys on the hike, they were the guys from the lobby.”

“That’s cool. My masseuse was one of those guys, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked. “Was he like … you know, open-minded?”

My mouth dropped open. “Willow, what are you implying?”

“Well, these guys were really … umm, horny.”

“Okay, so if they’re horny all their friends are?”

“I don’t know. I mean … I guess I wondered.”

“Did you
do something
with the guys on the hike?” I asked.

“What, like, besides hike?” she asked, feigning innocence.

I chucked a pillow at her and, ducking her head, she laughed. “Okay, yes. I did
do something.”

“You wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t want to spill the beans.”

“I know.” She covered her face for a second. “Okay, if I tell you, no judgment, promise?”

“Promise.” As if I would judge. I’d just gotten on my knees and sucked the cock of a guy I didn’t know.

“Have you ever had a threesome?” she asked.

“No. Have you?”

“Almost. Today. Like, in the woods.”

“That’s pretty….”

“Pretty what?”

“Pretty hot. I mean, it’s totally hot. You and two guys—and,
those
guys? That’s like every girl’s wet dream.”

“Wow, Callie, I’ve never heard you talk that way, or expected you to. You’re always so, so….”

“Bitchy?”

She laughed. “I was going to say
uptight
.”

“Did you tell Courtney about this?”

“No, you know how she gets. For one, she assumes I’m some sexual deviant, when really I’m just a twenty-two-year-old woman who likes to have fun. She doesn’t get that it’s not always fun. A lot of times it’s lonely. Dating. One night stands. Guys who don’t call you back.”

“Boyfriends who mooch off you for a year and then break up.”

“I’m sorry, Callie. I know you liked Blaine.”

“Honestly, I think I just liked being the one in charge. It’s always been my default. It’s safer that way, when I call the shots.”

“But now?”

“Now maybe there are other things I want. Like someone to take care of me.”

“You’ll find someone,” she said, scooting over to my bed and squeezing my hand. “I know you will.”

“So, are you going to meet up with those guys later?” I asked.

“We planned a night hike,” she said, scratching her head nervously.

“You should go and, like, be all-in.”

“You think so? I mean, I want to, it’s just I’ve never done this. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Honestly, if two guys asked you for a threesome, I don’t think there’s much messing up you can do.” I laughed.

“What are you doing tonight? Courtney went to the soaking tubs.”

“I have another massage.”

Willow raised her eyebrows, but didn’t press.

“What?” I asked. “It’s just a massage.”

“Sure it is, honey,” she said, winking. “Call it whatever you want.”

W
alking
across the property toward the cabin where Liam worked, I felt an unfamiliar rumbling of excitement course through me.

Willow had stoked the fire of my desires by revealing her plans for the evening. I could, and would, reclaim what I needed out of a lover. Just like she was going out of her comfort zone and exploring two partners tonight, I was going to be vulnerable.

I would do what Liam asked without question.

Stepping in the waiting room, I heard the bell chime, announcing my arrival. The space was different from this morning. Earlier there had incense burning, but that had been replaced with dozens of candles, filling the room with a sensual glow. No lights were on, but instrumental music strummed in the air. My senses were awakened as I waited for Liam to appear.

He walked into the room and handed me a glass of champagne, and clinked his glass against mine.

“What’s all this for,” I asked tentatively. “You do this for all your clients?”

“No, you are singular.”

I nodded, slightly unnerved at his lavish attention, and took a sip. Letting the bubbles slide down my throat I wondered how much of that was true.

“What, you don’t believe me?” he asked.

“I never said that,” I said, hiding my inner dialogue.

“But you thought that if I’d go to this extent for a woman I just met, I must be a player.”

“I didn’t—”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his finger to my lips. He kissed me then, soft and slow, letting his tongue swirl against mine passionately. He pulled back and spoke firmly. “I’m not a player. I just saw you yesterday, and couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then the stars aligned by bringing you here earlier today.”

“So this is destiny, not some one-night stand?”

“I don’t know what it is, but I like it. I like you.”

“That’s just because I’m polite,” I teased.

“True. Earlier you gave me the best thank-you of my life.”

“So you liked me on my knees?”

“Mmhhmm,” he hummed in my ear, pulling me toward him by the waist. “I liked you on your back, too.”

“Where are you going to put me now?”

“I was thinking we should start by reminding you who’s in charge.”

I liked the sound of that. Putting his cock in my mouth had gotten me so wet; I wanted that again.

“But not like before. You need to strip and get on your hands and knees. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, already getting hot as he commanded me. I unbuttoned my sweater and then pulled my thin camisole over my head. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out, leaving me in my bra and panties, another matching pair I had thankfully packed. This set was sheer and the teeny bottoms kissed my skin, leaving little to the imagination.

I began to unhook my bra from behind, but he swept my hand away. “Let me,” he said gently. “I want to do that.” His hands skimmed over my collarbone; he kissed my shoulders, biting softly at the skin on my neck. Breathing me in, he slipped off my bra easily, and he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his hardness pressing against my ass.

One hand caressed my breast, hardening my nipples. The other hand trailed over my stomach and into my panties. It was sexy watching his hand run underneath, past my mound, and lower, until his fingers were hidden. All I could see was his strong forearm, flexing as his fingers rubbed against my pussy.

Against my neck he whispered, “Now you’re good and ready. Get on your hands and knees.”

Silently I lowered myself to the ground, submitting to him. He stood in front of me and pulled off his shirt, his pants, and his boxers.

I had never seen such a hot guy in my life. Every muscle rippled over his six-pack. I had seen his cock before, but not like this. I had more clarity than after my relaxing massage; I could see that when hard, he was easily ten inches long. His girth, though, was what made me drool.

He was way hotter than any star in those videos I’d watched on my phone. Liam was certifiably the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen. My thighs were slick just looking at him.

“I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to make you scream, do you understand?”

I could barely squeak out a yes, because I couldn’t imagine anything I desired more.

From behind me, he licked my ass and then pressed his face in my pussy for a quick, teasing, tongue graze. Then he spanked me hard.

“Oh, yes, please,” I groaned, liking the hard slap of his hand against my flesh. “Give it to me.”

“You want me to give it to you?” he asked, as he rubbed my breasts from behind.

He lowered me onto his lap, my pussy right against his cock. I wanted him to press inside me, but he didn’t rush to get where we were headed.

I wasn’t facing him, but I could feel him nibbling against my ear, breathing softly into it, causing a shudder of anticipation to course through me.

Pushing me back onto all fours, he held my waist as he continued to kneel behind me.

“You’re so fucking hot, Callie,” he said.

The position itself was vulnerable—him looking at me from behind, staring straight at my ass. Somehow the mantra that usually ran through my head, reaffirming my negative self-talk, vanished. All I could think as he began positioning himself into me was that I was desirable and wanted.

My hands dug into the carpet as he guided himself into the folds of my pussy, inching in slowly as I held my breath. I couldn’t imagine he would fit, and was grateful he was gentle.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he said, grabbing hold of my ass. “You like that?”

“I need that,” I told him, remembering to breathe.

“Yeah, you do, but you aren’t in charge here, you understand?” His voice calmed me. I believed he was in charge, and trusted him to take good care of me.

“I understand,” I said, panting as his cock fully entered me.

My elbows braced me as he thrust in and out, rubbing against my g-spot harder and deeper than I’d ever imagined possible.

It was amazing. I’d never felt so filled in my life.

“I’m going to make you scream, remember?” He pushed himself in fully, and this time he was right. I did scream, because an orgasm washed through me, rippling through my walls, crumbling my old ideas about sex and love and being fucked.

This was more than any of those things. This was chaos awoken; this was consuming passion. I knew what I needed, what I wanted. I was saying yes when it was before me.

This was about being the woman I wanted to be.

He came, too, and when he pulled away, I collapsed on my back, the final rush of the climax sweeping through me.

He lay down next to me, right there in the candlelit waiting room. He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. Raising my hand toward his lip, he kissed the back of it. For some reason, this gesture caused my eyes to prick with tears. Not because I was head over heels or felt some sort of love at first sight; no, my eyes pooled with tears because Liam had given me a gift.

“Thank you,” I whispered, turning my head to look at him. He met my gaze; he didn’t turn to hide.

“Do not thank me. I’m not finished with you yet.” His eyes filled with the hunger I’d seen earlier. “But first I need to get you all washed up.”

He stood and reached for my hands to pull me to him. Surprising me, he pulled me up into his arms, where I fit perfectly. Then he carried me out of the room toward the shower.