Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) Page 11

Rubbing the cigarette burns on his arms, he desperately tried not to go there. Callen had to trust Elizabeth. There was no way she’d plan something that would hurt his heart.

  This was just fear trying to control him.

  Okay, he didn't understand, but he opted to just do what she said. Obviously, this had taken a hell of a lot of planning on her behalf.

  Who was he to question it?

  Tucking his sidearm into the picnic box, he wasn’t willing to take any chances that there wasn’t some hungry animal out there waiting for a snack. He locked up his truck and grabbed the cooler full of beer.

  Walking through the slowly darkening woods, he tried to keep his heart from pounding in his chest. Callen knew she was nearby, and he couldn’t wait to find her.

  When he saw the light up ahead, he hurried toward it. Once through the clearing, he found something he didn't expect to find.

  A camp site.

  There was a tent and fire. Yeah, Callen was incredibly surprised. Granted, he didn't expect to spend the night out in the woods, but now he was excited about it. He loved being out in nature and camping was one of his loves in life.

  Simple men tended to like simple things.

  It was the essence of who he was. It probably had everything to do with his pure Native American blood.

  Putting the cooler and dinner on the ground, he tossed his long hair over his shoulder. “Lyzee angel, are you here?” he called, waiting for her to appear.

  It didn't take long for him to hear the zipper on the tent being opened. He grinned until he saw her.

  Goodbye smile and cognizant thought.

  Elizabeth managed to wipe it right off his face in a matter of seconds without saying a damn word.

  There she stood,

  Callen had to swallow.

  “Lyzee?” he said, finally finding his voice. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There stood his woman, and she definitely wasn’t dressed for camping. Instead, she was in her cheerleading outfit from high school. The short pleated skirt, tight lettered sweater, and long bare legs had him swallowing.

  God! He’d longed to see this since hearing about it from his brother. Apparently, his wildest fantasy was about to come true.

  “Hi, handsome. Are you ready for our beer infused camping trip?” she asked, moving toward him.

  The sway of her hips, the tight sweater, and red glossy lips were enough to undo him.

  “You always said you wanted to score with a cheerleader in high school, so consider this your opportunity. We’re going to pretend that we told our parents that we’re at our friends’ houses sleeping over. In actuality, I’m going to be shacked up with my sexy Native boyfriend, behind my daddy’s back.”

  He didn't know what to say.

  Well, he did, but it just wouldn’t come out at that moment.

  “You get to play the role of the boy my daddy warned me about, and I get to be the girl you’ve wanted to get naked all of your senior year.”

  Hell, yeah, this was going to be amazing.

  When she stood in front of him, she went up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you ready to have hot sex with an easy cheerleader?” she asked, rubbing her body wantonly against his.

  “Yes,” he managed, as she pulled his lips down to hers. The second they touched, her mouth invaded, and it was a full on tangle of tongues.

  Callen was so turned on at that moment. Immediately, his hands went to her ass, and he pulled her roughly against him. Every red blooded male in high school had one woman who was the object of their lust. Generally, it was the head cheerleader who they all knew was just out of reach.

  Callen was no different growing up. There was this one girl in high school he lusted after, just because she was easy. He would picture sex with her all the time. In fact, she was his favorite masturbatory fantasy. All through his senior year, after Ethan had left, he’d lie in his bedroom jacking off to that one girl.

  Now, he was a ‘married’ man, and he was being given that same fantasy, but with a woman who owned his heart.

  The need drove him, as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. All that separated them was the thin layer of whatever was under her skirt and his jeans.

  When he set her hair free, it cascaded down her back in a long tangle of black curls.

  “Ethan was right,” he muttered, pulling his mouth away from hers to run his lips across her throat. “In that outfit, you’re so damn hot! How did your father keep the boys in school from trying to get in your pants?”

  She grinned, knowing that she was making him happy. Callen had a tough life, and this was just one more way she could ease a little of his past hurts. Staying in character, she spoke, “Ethan who?” she asked. “Is he in our chemistry class?”

  His brain went haywire. She was fully emerged in the fantasy, and he was going to stay there with her. “Yes,” he muttered, needing to get her naked. It wasn’t that the cheerleading costume wasn’t hot, but what was beneath it was far sexier.

  “As for guys trying to get in my panties, my daddy specifically told me to stay away from boys with trucks. He warned me what they liked to do in them.” Her mouth found his ear, and she whispered other things her daddy warned her about.

  Callen wished he could have met Charlie. Yeah, the man was dead on there. He’d already molested Elizabeth in his pickup and done half of those exact things.

  Once or twice.

  Okay, maybe five times.

  “Where?” he muttered, running his hands up under the sweater and across delicate flesh, even as she stayed locked around his hips.

  “We can skip dinner and start in the tent,” Elizabeth offered, as she enjoyed his hands sliding across her body. When they slipped under her bra, grabbing handfuls of her breasts, she moaned in pleasure.

  There was nothing like being manhandled by one of her Native men. Holy shit! She was getting hot.

  Callen knew he needed to get them inside, and soon. Then, he could work on getting her completely naked. As he carried her to the tent, her mouth was working on his ear and neck. It was driving him crazy.

  When she whispered in his ear, Callen nearly dropped her.

  “I want you to fuck me silly. If you only get one night with a slutty cheerleader, you need to make it count,” she purred, right before nipping him on the lobe.

  He nearly dropped her. If she was bringing out the words she knew drove him crazy, it was going to be a free for all.

  “I want you take me over and over,” she continued, trying to make him wild. Climbing into the tent, she was still wrapped wantonly around his body. When he finally extricated her from his torso, he stared down at her lying on a sleeping bag.

  “Lyzee,” he muttered, his breathing already labored.

  Off came her shoes as she waited for Callen to make his move. “You need to get out of your clothes, Cal. It seems I’m curious about what’s under them,” she whispered. “I’ve seen you at school, and you’re pretty sexy.”

  His brain was having a hard time focusing. It was torn between sex with his woman and insane fornication with some high school hellion.

  “I know you’re watching me in gym class. I’ve seen you following me around the halls.”

  Hell, he absolutely would have. Unfortunately, back then, he didn't have a snowball’s chance in hell of scoring a babe this hot. Callen was well aware that he had hit the mother lode with Elizabeth.

  When he didn't answer, she pushed on. “You know you want me. I can tell how embarrassed you get when you’re caught. I’ve seen that hard on before,” she said, pointing at his jeans.

  Callen loved how she got into character. Well, when in Rome…

  “You’re a dick tease.”

  She laughed, running her bare leg across his jean clad one. “You don’t say?”

  “Why don’t you shut up and show me what you have?” he said. If his girl wanted to play cheerleader, he’d go along with it. Since he could only draw on his own past, he thought
back to the easy girl who flounced around his and Ethan’s high school as head cheerleader.

  Yeah, he knew what he needed to do.

  When she sat up, he helped yank the sweater over her head, setting her free. When she was staring up at him in surprise at his urgency, Callen continued with the lacy bra.

  “You’re such a dirty girl,” he muttered, staring her in the eyes. “I’ve heard you slept with a lot of guys.”

  She grinned wickedly. “You know how rumors are, Callen. They’re mostly talk and very little action. How about you show me how dirty a girl I can really be?”

  His body reacted to the idea that she’d be naughty just for him.

  “Tell me what you want, Callen. I’ll give you anything you ask for. Better yet, order me around.”

  He didn't have to think twice. “Take me out of my jeans and use that mouth of yours to make me very happy.”

  Elizabeth didn't hesitate in the least. Dropping his zipper, Callen popped out into her waiting hand. It always astounded her how amazing his body was, especially this part of his anatomy. She could spend hours focused on it.

  Yeah, she knew that for a fact because she already had multiple times.

  With his hand, he pushed her face toward his groin and waited for that initial sensation of hot mouth wrapping around his dick. The second there was contact, he moaned.

  Elizabeth began licking and teasing him.

  “Come on and show me,” he muttered, as she got to work. The minute Elizabeth began working him in and out, Callen realized that the wet glide of her mouth was intoxicating.

  Oh yeah! The slutty cheerleader fantasy was at the top of his bucket list, and he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Callen wasn’t quite sure what he liked more, the visual or the sounds. The wet sucking was turning him right on.

  Then, her teeth slid down the length of him and chills went down his spine.

  Yeah, he liked that best.

  With his hand, he forced her lower down his engorged erection, forcing her to swallow more of him. In the back of his mind, he recalled this fantasy. He would lay in bed at night, a horny high school boy, and picture some girl getting him off just like this. There was nothing like a girl willingly offering up a blowjob.

  And this girl was damn good at it.

  “More!” he demanded, fighting to not thrust forcefully down her throat. While he would have done just that in his youth, he now had a little more control.

  He nearly laughed.

  Yeah, not much more.

  When she cupped him and continued working him hard, he could feel his body tighten from the tip of his toes to his scalp. Every part of him was on fire and tingling.

  Yeah, he was just about there.

  “Take all of me!” he ordered. While he wanted to cum, pouring hotly down her throat, he didn't want this amazing visual to end.

  She was blowing him in earnest. This was probably the best blow job he’d ever had, and the most spectacular one she’d ever given him.

  Callen was sure it was hotter than the fires of hell.

  Elizabeth bobbed her head in his lap, enjoying the taste, feel, and scent of Callen. There was something about him that called to her on some basic level.

  She wanted him so damn bad.

  “Finish me off, so I can spend hours fucking you!” he ordered in frustration. Elizabeth was indeed being a dick tease. While the tip of her tongue did wicked things, her hand was also joining in.

  Elizabeth was so desperate with need at that point, that she would have done anything he asked. Wetness was beginning to pool in the cheerleading bloomers, reminding her how much she needed him to be buried in her body.

  She wanted him using her all night long.

  “Oh shit!” he shouted, as he stared down at her mouth, working him in and out. His dick was wet, slick, and ready to find a new place to be buried. “Not going to last long,” he muttered. When her hand began stroking him with a twisting motion, along with her hot mouth, he was doomed.

  The heat boiled up, poised to empty from his body. “Suck it like you mean it, Lyzee!”

  She gave him exactly what he wanted.

  All it took was three more strokes of hand and mouth and he was done. Callen erupted like some horny teen boy, pouring tons of pent up sexual frustration down her throat.

  His hand braced on the back of her head, refusing to let her pull away. Her swallowing was also part of his fantasy. “All of it!” he demanded, even as he fought to stay on his knees, as her mouth was attached to his body.

  Elizabeth loved pleasing her men.

  When Callen could feel the gush end, only then did he release his hold on her head. When Elizabeth stared up at him with icy blue eyes filled with need, he pushed her back onto the sleeping bag.

  “My turn. I’m starving, and I don’t feel like a picnic either,” he said, yanking her knees apart to find what was waiting beneath her cheerleading skirt.

  Already, he was pleased as a dampness was giving away how turned on she was. Oh, his slutty cheerleader wanted it. He could tell. It was the same thing he used to think when he fantasized about the girl in school. She always wanted him too, and that’s how his wet dreams began and ended.

  Now, he had the real thing.

  Oh, life was damn good.

  Running his fingers across the indentation, it pulled a moan from her mouth. His eyes flickered up to her slick red lips, and he grinned. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he whispered, right before he yanked roughly at the bloomers. They were pulled off her legs to reveal his prize. She was well trimmed and looked ready to be used over and over again. Lowering his mouth to her, his tongue began exploring, teasing, and lapping at the wetness.

  Elizabeth moaned, as his hands dug into her thighs, keeping her legs wide apart for him. “Callen,” she whispered.

  He pulled his mouth away to lick his lips. “Beg me,” he ordered. “If you want me to continue, you need to talk me into it.”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  It earned her a single lap of his tongue.

  “I want to feel you buried in me.”

  He teased the sensitive little bud with his teeth.

  “Use me,” she pleaded, knowing he wanted to do just that. “Make me scream your name.”

  It was all he needed to hear. Callen began devouring her. There was no mercy as lips, tongue, and teeth dined on the woman beneath him. When she was shaking and trying to pull away from the torture, he kept going, unwilling to forget who was getting used by whom.

  “Oh God!” she whispered, feeling her body getting ready to betray her. The shaking began, proving her need to find release. When he stopped, she stared down at his feral grin. “Why?” she asked, dying to get off.

  Callen stared at her with intense brown eyes and a smug grin on his face. She wanted him to be that eighteen year old boy? Well, here was the cold reality of it all. Back then, he wasn’t giving in bed. Callen Whitefox used women to get off and then moved on. He didn't offer them pleasure, they offered it up to him.

  Lyzee was dying. Her body was on fire, and he was the only way to quench it.

  “Callen, please!” she begged.

  He got back up on his knees and began stripping out of his clothes. “If you want to cum, angel, you’re going to have to work for it,” he stated, lying back on the sleeping bag.

  She admired his body and couldn’t help but want to run her lips all over him.

  “Did you hear me? Get naked and on top. I want to watch you pleasure yourself on my body.”

  Elizabeth was so wrapped up in the need that his wish was her command. He could boss her around any day.

  Yeah, he was that damn sexy, and she was that damn horny.

  Pulling off the skirt, she straddled his body.

  “You need to go nice and slow. I want to watch your eyes go blind with so much pleasure,” he ordered.

  Taking him in her hand, Callen was already hard again. Obviously, he wanted her just as much as she needed him
. As he was poised at her wet opening, their eyes met right before she planned on sliding down his erection.

  Elizabeth didn't have a chance. With a rough thrust up, he drove himself deep into her body, impaling her.

  She exploded at that one invasion. Her whole body shook in so much pleasure as he was fully encased in her.

  He laughed wickedly. “Yeah, you’re such a slut,” he murmured.

  When her eyes cleared, he stared up at her. “Ride me and show me how much you like my dick. If you’re a good girl, maybe you’ll get off a few more times before I fuck you.”

  She obeyed as the lust pooled in the pit of her stomach. If Callen wanted her bouncing in his lap, so be it. She’d do just that. As she began moving, his hands went to her hips. He wasn’t staring at her face, and that made her smile.

  Callen watched her ample breasts bounce up and down as she rode him hard. He could feel the need returning, but he was going to hold off as long as he could. What he wanted was her ultimately on her knees, as he took her.

  For that, he would need her worn down, used up, and still horny as hell. With Elizabeth, the more you made her cum, the more she’d give you anything you wanted.

  “Harder!” he ordered, as he could feel her gripping and tightening down on him. It was only a matter of time before she exploded again. Watching her use his body to get off was making him horny. He couldn’t wait to use her.

  She wanted the boy he was twenty two years ago?

  Well, here he was in all his glory.

  Yeah, this probably wasn’t what she had in mind when she offered up her sexy cheerleader fantasy.

  News flash- he and Ethan were a lot alike, but when it came to sex, they had different styles.

  She began moaning as she breathlessly slid up and dropped down on him.

  “More!” he ordered, enjoying the sexy show. He was so glad he got off once already, or he would be doomed. Just the bounce of breasts and feel of her swallowing all of him into her body was making it hard to concentrate.

  “Callen,” she gasped, as he thrust his hips up and hit the deepest part of her body.

  “Oh shit!” she shouted.

  “I want to see you touch yourself,” he muttered, holding onto the control. “Use your fingers to get off.”