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  “Let me go, baby, and I’ll give all to you.”

  When she stood, he wished he’d never spoken as he watched her pull the tight leather skirt down, covering the part of her he’d most like to suck on. Her beautiful tits were swollen from his over exuberance, the tender skin around scraped pink from his stubble.

  “We’ve made a mess here,” she said before heading to the bathroom.

  A few minutes later after leaving him alone to wallow in his predicament, she resurfaced.

  “I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed one of your t-shirts.”

  Mind? How could he mind when she’d never looked sexier. Her long blond hair slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed, those long lovely legs bared, the hem of his shirt only just covering that delicious hairless box. Not to mention it gave him some weird sense of possession to see her in his clothes.

  But it was what she did next that made him tumble ass over teakettle. She knelt, took a damp cloth, and bathed him, washing his cock and cleaning his own jism from him. She held him tenderly, almost sweetly. But of course, he jerked and started to swell and harden from her nearness and the attention.

  Setting the cloth aside, she looked up at him. “Now that is impressive. It hasn’t even been ten minutes.” She grinned.

  “That has more to do with you than me.”

  “That is a handy little trick.” She ran her fingers over the soft skin until he was as hard as he was before. Then she bent and kissed the tip. Opening her mouth, she took just the tip, sucking softly.

  Haines tried to angle himself in the uncomfortable chair. His arms and ass had long since gone numb.

  Callie opened wider and, inch by incredible inch, his cock disappeared into her hot mouth. He voiced his pleasure as she took her other hand and held his boxers down while stroking the underside of his balls softly with the back of her finger.

  Picking up the pace, she went a little deeper, working her lips down his shaft until she was swallowing as far as she could take him, his cock bumping the back of her throat. She stroked him in tandem, her mouth and fist working as one to drive him ever closer to another devastating orgasm.

  Haines strained and tensed, attempting to prolong his delicious agony. His breathing turned harsh, the only other sound in the room besides the exquisite slurping noises coming from the woman giving him the best head he’d ever experienced.

  He was about to explode, but Callie chose that moment to pull away, her eyes heavy with arousal, her lips swollen.

  “Don’t stop,” he begged. “Talk about a magic mouth.” His cock bobbed and jerked, demanding completion. It seemed she had other plans. She stood, wiped her mouth, then picked up the drink she’d poured earlier and finished it off.

  Feeling his juices churning just under the skin, he just needed that last little suck or a stroke of her hand that would release the built up pressure. God, he needed to move!

  As if she had all the time in the world, she strode over to his bed and perched on the side. What the fuck was she doing? He was dying.

  She opened his nightstand and took out a condom, giving him a surge of hope and adrenaline. Either she intended to keep manually stimulating him or better yet, maybe she’d roll the rubber on him and then sit on him and put them both out of their sexual misery.

  Instead she set the foil packet on the edge of the table and then rested her hands on her knees, sliding them slowly over her thighs, higher until she reached the juncture of her thighs and then she opened wide for him to see her pussy. He groaned at the sight. She then swirled her finger around her clit, then slid lower, her finger vanishing into the dark recesses. “I’m still wet for you, Hainsey,” she said, her husky tone going straight to his painful cock.

  Leaning back on one arm, she brought a knee up, securing her foot on the edge of the mattress, affording him another excellent view. She ran her finger through the centre of her glistening slit, from pussy to clit, and she began to jill herself off in front of him.

  “Fuck, Callie! Free me!” He rocked the damn chair.

  “Why? I’m doing just fine.” She made a hissing sound through her teeth. “It feels good.”

  “Let me.”

  She seemed to think about it for a moment, but kept pleasuring herself. The image would forever be burned in his mind. “Callie!”

  “I can’t, Haines, I found a…”she trailed off on a moan. “Sweet…spot,” she choked.

  “I’ll find it, come here!”

  Reluctantly, she hopped off the bed and moved to him. He expected her to uncuff him.

  “I’m not releasing you yet.”

  “Oh fer fuck! Don’t you know by now I’m not going retaliate or overpower you? I just wanna fuck you!”

  “Fuck me with your tongue.”

  His dick bobbed so excruciatingly, he gritted his teeth. Haines moved his knees to the centre of the chair, trying to make room for her, which wasn’t easy with his ankles trapped.

  Stepping up onto the chair carefully, Callie stood over him. He tried to scoot down in the chair and was thankful when she released the belt holding his chest. When he looked up, he moaned at the sight of her pink flesh waiting to be licked.

  Bending her knees slightly, she hovered just within his reach. If his hands were free, he would grab her and pull her right down on his face.

  Reaching with his tongue, he touched her and she gasped, lowering father onto his upturned face. If possible she tasted even better than she had the other night. He lapped at her thirstily. The memory had haunted him, especially when he thought he’d never again have the chance to be this close to her.

  “Ohh, Haines…I can’t…ahh, aww.”

  Wiggling his tongue against her clit, he tapped lightly. She grabbed his chin and pulled his tongue inside the searing heat of her pussy. He fucked her with it, just as she’d told him to, until he felt the vibrations inside squeeze.

  “Sit on me, Cal. Put that condom on and ride me!” he begged, needing to feel it on his cock.

  Another pathetic sound claimed her, as she climbed down and disappeared into the bathroom, again leaving him squirming for release.

  But he was even more stunned when she came out about fifteen minutes later in a tiny black dress, makeup on, her hair pulled up in a sloppy sexy bun, high-heeled sandals hanging from her fingertips. She looked ready to go to the club.

  She rushed over and undid one of the buckles around his ankle. But instead of undoing the other, she went around back of him and unlocked the handcuffs. His shoulders had cramped and hurt so much he had trouble pulling his arms around. He massaged his red wrists.

  “Well, thanks for the amazing orgasms, Haines,” she said, heading for the stairs.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Haines growled.

  “I’m off to Brad’s. I’m in need of a good fucking. I think I could go all night long now.”

  “Callie! Don’t you dare! Stay right there and I’ll fuck you good. I’m the one who got you that riled up, I should be the one to reap the rewards.” He fought with the other ankle brace as she ran up the stairs.

  “G’night, Hainsey. Now we’re even.” And with that, she left.

  “Callie!”

  Finally able to free his foot Haines ran, half-crawled, up the basement steps, his legs so numb they barely held his weight. But by the time he made it out into the early morning gloaming, she was long gone.

  Back in the basement, he first jerked off, unable to think of anything else but finding some comfort. It didn’t take long with the images of Callie in his head. He then changed his clothes quickly and grabbed his keys. He was so freaking mad he didn’t know what to do with himself. That had been her intent all night, to get him so boned up and then to leave him without the benefit of an orgasm. Yeah, they were even. He’d left her that way last week because she just wouldn’t give in. And now to know that she’d wanted it, if he could get to her before she got to Brad… He didn’t even want to think about being too late. The thought of her in bed with som
e other guy right now made him insane.

  But when he reached the outside for the second time, he realised he had no idea where Brad lived or even what he drove, not even his last name. Haines hopped in his truck and began to drive. He had nowhere to start. She was probably already fucking him. He’d grab her by the hair and pull her out of there, but then again, if she was already with him, what was the use.

  Haines slammed his fist on the steering wheel repeatedly in frustration. For nothing better, he drove past Callie’s. Her car was parked out front. He experienced a surge of hope. It would be just like her to tell him one thing and do another. Was she inside? Or had she taken a cab. He had to know.

  He parked his truck and knocked on the door. It was really early, but he hoped someone would be up and let him in. Or maybe one of her roommates would know Brad’s address. But it would be too late now. Fuck! He looked up at the building, wondering if he could scale it. He knew which window was hers. He shook his head. She’d driven him nuts. What was he thinking?

  As a last ditch effort, he tried the door and was psyched when he found it unlocked. Looking behind him, he slipped soundlessly inside. Yeah, break and enter, much better, he thought. Staying to the shadows, close to the walls, like the criminal he felt like, he made his way to Callie’s room. If nothing else, he’d be lying in wait when she returned. And do what, he thought. He didn’t want to fuck her if she’d been giving away what was his, at least for the night as he saw it, to someone else.

  Quietly, he pushed open the bedroom door and he actually jumped when he realised she was in her bed. Completely alone. In between being both pissed and relieved, Haines stood there like an idiot watching her sleep. Typical Callie. He should have known better. She could pull him in twelve different directions at once.

  Unable to trust himself, he decided not to confront her now. He’d learned his lesson last week. If he’d only taken some time to think clearly, none of this ever would have happened. Quietly, he closed the door and sneaked back down the stairs, letting himself out into the early morning air.

  Chapter Seven

  Callie went out of her way to avoid Haines on campus all week. She still couldn’t believe she’d had the courage to antagonize him like that. But walking away from him that night was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. When in reality, she simply wanted to give in and ride him just as he’d suggested. With his arms bound behind him, unable to control the pace, he would have been her slave. She still could have punished him that way, only to give them both a reward in the end.

  This time was different. She didn’t feel shame like she had the week before, being humiliated by him. That wasn’t true either. Then, she was ashamed of what he’d made her feel. He’d made her want to give in, to finally face the fact that she wanted him regardless of what a dick she thought he was as a human being. That was why she’d crawled home, so she could clear her mind and put some distance between them and the feelings he’d awakened in her. She wasn’t sure if she could stamp them out. Or if that was what she even wanted to do.

  By the time she returned to school, she’d had a semi-plan of retaliation brewing, adding layer upon layer of delicious things that would drive him the most crazy, from the leather to the men, and the restraints, of course, as he’d done to her. And playing on the guilt she knew he would be feeling.

  But now, where did it leave them? Had she only escalated things with him? Would she need to watch over her shoulder, continually waiting to see what he might do next? Were they really even, or had she only provoked him all the more by evening the score?

  By Friday night she was almost crawling out of her own skin, she was so freakin’ horny, but she didn’t want to relieve herself. Instead, in anticipation, she’d let it build throughout the week, thinking of all the things they’d done to each other. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but she was certain she and Hainsey were not finished with this little game of one-upmanship.

  He didn’t disappoint, waiting outside the bar for her, his back against the brick wall, a serious look on his face for once. Sexy and smouldering. Her stomach twisted at the sight of him.

  In an attempt to force him to make the first move, Callie walked right past him and grabbed the handle of the pub door.

  Immediately he pushed off the wall, his arm snaked out, and he gripped her arm, swinging her around to face him.

  Neither one of them spoke. They stared at each other as if saying all they needed to say with their eyes. Tension built up in Callie and when he took a step in her direction, she lunged at him, aiming straight for his mouth. He caught her in mid-air as their lips met and backed her against the wall as they shared an explosive first kiss. She knew it would be, which was why she hadn’t wanted it to be a part of her retaliation.

  Haines took over her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as he lowered her to the ground. She could feel he was pulling back and she reluctantly allowed him to end the kiss. “Let’s go home,” he said harshly, his breath laboured.

  For a moment, she hesitated. He obviously meant his home. Did she want to go there and take her chances? She had no idea what she might be walking into.

  “Or we can go to your place if you’d feel safer. Or a hotel, neutral ground?”

  “No,” her voice was barely above a whisper. “Let’s go home.”

  Haines took her hand and they walked together to his truck where he opened the passenger’s door for her. She hopped in and he ran around to the driver’s side.

  They didn’t speak a word on the drive to his place. When they were alone in his basement, he offered Callie a drink, but she didn’t want a drink, she wanted to fuck. She slid her arms around his waist, tilting her chin up and offering her lips.

  * * * *

  The second kiss was just a passionate as the first. Haines backed her to the bed, where they wrestled each other out of their jackets.

  Before he took her down, he wanted to clear the air. Maybe not the speech he’d been rehearsing for the last two weeks. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Callie,” he said sincerely.

  She looked into his eyes. “That’s what I’m afraid of, you know,” she said, huskily.

  The comment surprised him, that she would admit to that. Callie wasn’t afraid of anything.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t want to be just another two week deal to you. You scare the shit out me, Hainsey.”

  “I’d never hurt you intentionally, Callie. I know my actions lately don’t exactly prove that, but why do you think I’ve been moving from one nothing relationship to the next? I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for the last two years. If you’ll recall, the first few times I broke it off, it coincided with guys you were breaking up with at the time, too. But you do the same thing as I do. You never stay with anyone, either.”

  “I made myself a promise though, that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone until I got my degree. But I can’t fight it anymore, Hainsey, I’m tired.”

  It was all he needed to hear. Kissing her, he followed her down onto the bed, easing his weight as she opened her legs and welcomed him between her thighs.

  They kissed softly at first, exploring each other’s mouths, but their combined need for each other soon led to hurriedly ripping at each other’s clothes in a hot rush to get naked.

  “You’ve got beautiful tits, Cal.”

  “So you keep saying.” She chuckled huskily.

  He tried to go after them, but she directed him back to her mouth. So much for not wanting to kiss.

  Her warm breasts flattened against his chest and it wasn’t long before he was making his way down her neck, about to make use of his magic mouth when she stopped him.

  “We have lots of time for all that. I need you inside me. I feel like we’ve been waiting forever.”

  She could say that again. Haines leapt from the bed and pulled on a condom. “How ‘bout you get on top?”

  That was how he’d been dreaming about it since he’d been relegated
to the naughty chair. But she remained on her back.

  “Can we do it this way? This first time?” Apparently they’d been having different dreams, but he was okay with that.

  “This one time, I’m not about to argue with you.”

  Crawling up into the bed, Haines nudged her knees open. He reached to stroke her clit, but she pushed him away and motioned for him to move in.

  “I don’t need it, Hainsey. I’m sooooo ready,” she begged breathlessly.

  He guided as she scooted her hips eagerly.

  The heat was incredible. She was so nice and tight, hugging his cock as he slid deeper.

  “Ahh, yes,” she breathed, tilting her pelvis. “Awww!” Her eyes closed and her mouth opened on a gratifying moan. The look on her face made him feel like the best lover.

  He pumped in and out, and almost immediately Callie began to cum, her pussy walls closing, spasming, driving him over the edge.

  Haines woke first the next morning. When he looked over at the woman in his bed, he honestly couldn’t believe it. This was amazing. Callie was finally in his bed. It had seemed like forever. And what a night they’d shared, exploring each other’s bodies, finding out what drove each other crazy. It was a night he’d never forget.

  He nuzzled Callie’s neck. She slowly came awake and was immediately receptive. Obviously she didn’t mind his morning breath.

  She was the most responsive woman he’d ever been with. Every time he touched her she reacted, either verbally or physically.

  Coaxing him on top again, she moved under him. His cock, like a heat seeking missile, found her core. She was wet and ready. The tip of his penis slid right into her. It felt so fuckin’ good.

  “Ohhh God,” Callie moaned. Haines could feel her cunt already tightening. “Oh God, Haines.” She pulled her knees back and he sank deep inside her.

  He hadn’t had unprotected sex since the first time he’d had sex. It was the most intimate, exquisite sensation. Skin inside skin.

  He wanted it to go on and on, but it was just too good and Callie was burning him alive. He pulled out just in the nick of time and shot his hot seed onto the back of her thigh. She whimpered.