Pulling free of Woolf, I walk up to the glass. I can feel his presence right behind me again… can feel the tension vibrating off him.
Looking inside, it’s like nothing I could have ever imagined in my wildest dream.
One couple fucking up against the wall, the man driving hard and deep into her while her legs are wrapped around his waist. His ass muscles clench tightly on every inward thrust, and damn… that’s so sexy.
Another couple with the woman bent over a large ottoman with the man thrusting in and out of her from behind.
Another couple in a chair, him on the bottom, her reverse cowgirl on the top, her breasts bouncing up and down while her head is tilted back in ecstasy.
And my breath hitches when I see a woman with two men, and I fully realize how naive and sheltered I’ve been. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible. One man lying on his back on a flat, padded bench. The woman straddling his pelvis, leaning over him and holding perfectly still. He thrusts up into her vagina from below, while at the same exact time, another man is behind her… fucking her in her ass.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper as I laser my eyes onto the threesome. I feel a rush of wetness seep out of me, soaking my panties, and I have a sudden, unyielding need to do something… anything. Something dirty. What would happen if I put my hand between my legs? Or took Woolf’s hand and stuck it there?
My hands open and close into tight fists while I watch both men pound and hammer at the woman, who is now shrieking in ecstasy. My breath becomes labored, and I shift from foot to foot as I watch. I forget about Woolf behind me and the other people having drinks and making small talk. I forget about the other people having sex all around, and I watch as one woman takes two men at the same time, and I wonder… could I do that?
The man on his back sticks a hand in between the woman’s legs, rubbing at her clit. She cries out, her muscles tightening everywhere, and she starts to shake as she has an orgasm. A tiny moan slips out of my lips in response.
“Christ,” I hear Woolf curse, and then he’s got my wrist latched into his strong hand and he’s pulling me away from the window.
“Hey—” I protest, but he pulls me along roughly behind him.
Back down the short hallway and out the door that we originally came in.
“Woolf,” I say in anger. “I wasn’t ready to leave.”
I expect him to pull me straight back toward The Wicked Horse but instead, as soon as we clear the door and it shuts behind us, his hands are on my shoulders and he pushes me back hard into the concrete wall of The Silo. The only thing that prevents my head from hitting the wall is his hand behind it as he crushes his mouth down on mine. He lets out a deep groan as our tongues meet and his other hand comes to my breast, squeezing it gently through the flimsy material of my dress and then pinching my nipple hard.
“Woolf,” I cry out in pleasure as I pull my mouth away from his for a brief moment.
His hand falls away from my breast and I think he thinks he hurt me, but it immediately drops down to my dress and he starts to haul it up as he kisses me again.
Cool air hits my legs, which nearly buckle as his hand snakes down the front of my panties. He does nothing more than rub two fingers back and forth between my legs, and I’m almost embarrassed at how easy they glide because of how wet I am.
Woolf’s face pulls back slightly, and he looks down at me with menacing eyes that glitter with full-blown lust. “I’m going to fuck you, Callie. You’re so wet and ready right now, and I know you need it. God help me… I fucking need it too.”
Chapter 9
Woolf
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell.
I don’t fucking care.
I wait just a moment to see if Callie’s going to fight me on this but instead, she ends up tilting her hips against my hand, silently demanding more.
Pulling away from her, I immediately start working at my belt buckle. I am frantic with the need to get inside of her, having never felt hornier in my entire life. I’ve seen threesomes more times than I care to count. Hell, participated in them too. And yeah, they’re a turn on, no doubt.
But watching Callie watch that ménage?
It was the most sensually erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It put everything I’ve ever seen in The Silo to shame. Her breathing became ragged, she clutched her fists tight, and her skin flushed pink. I watched her lick at her bottom lip while her eyes glazed over, and I knew… she was wondering what that would feel like. What it would feel like to have two men possess her.
Fill her.
Worship her.
But little Callie Hayes didn’t just want to know. I’m betting she needs to know.
Unfortunately, there’s just me right now but I know I can scratch her itch. I know I should be stopping myself and walking away, but that’s impossible right now. Because even as much as I’d like to think this is an altruistic move for Callie, I’m doing this for myself too. It’s been eleven fucking years I’ve fantasized about this woman.
A woman I should not have a problem walking away from. I’ve done it twice already after I fingered her to orgasm, but to her detriment—or benefit, who knows—she ended up crossing a line. The minute she demanded that I take her to The Silo, she became fair game. Because in that moment, my conscience had already decided to accept the fact that Callie may have a little naughty in her and I just needed to stop thinking of her as a virginally sweet innocent.
In fact, I think I’ll test my theory right now as my belt swings free of the buckle. “Get your panties off,” I tell her gruffly as I lift my face for a moment.
Her eyes are pinned to my hands working at my belt with an eager and expectant look. Fuck… I didn’t think it was possible to get harder, but my cock seems to swell further with a need to show off its size to her.
“Callie,” I growl at her. She jumps and her eyes fly to mine. “Panties off. Right now.”
She looks left, and then right. It’s dark outside, and there’s no exterior lighting other than the lights along the path between the two buildings. “Someone might see us,” she says in a hesitant voice.
I lunge at her and she takes a step back, right into the concrete wall. Dropping to my knees, I push the bottom of her dress up until it’s bunched around her waist. Luckily, the material is stretchy and form fitting, which is something I definitely noticed when the vixen showed up at my office door not ten minutes ago.
Jesus… in ten minutes, I’ve gone from resolve to showing her around to pulling her outside so I can fuck her up against a wall.
She’s got on a pair of white lace panties that I’d love to tear off her but that only works in the movies I think and besides… I don’t want to have the material bite into that smooth, delicate skin. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pull them swiftly down her legs. I smile when she lifts one foot and I pull the panties free, letting them drop and pool around her opposite ankle. And then I’m staring at her gorgeous pussy, and I can’t help myself. I grab her hips and pull her to my mouth, running my tongue up her center just once.
Callie’s hands slam onto my head and grip my hair as she lets out the sweetest cry of stunned pleasure I’ve ever heard. I could sit here and lick this woman for hours to hear that again and again, but we are on borrowed time. Someone’s bound to come out of The Silo sooner or later.
Standing up quickly, I dislodge Callie’s hands from my head where they come to rest on my shoulders. I unbutton my fly with a hard tug, and Callie tilts her head down to watch. My cock jumps like a bull getting ready to come out of a rodeo shoot.