Page 21 of Calling the Shots

Following his lead, I shimmy out of my oversized sweatshirt and drop it on the floor. Reach behind my back and unhook my bra, letting the silky fabric fall on the pile of clothing.

“Fuck me, Firecracker.” Mack lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening in appreciation as he takes in my naked body. “You are absolutely stunning.”

Every inch of me flushes at the compliment and my confidence buoys.

“Thanks. You’re not half bad yourself.” I run my palm over his broad chest, appreciating the hard lines, the wall of muscle beneath the light smattering of hair.

“Not too shabby for someone my age?” He tips his head, flexing his pecs.

“I didn’t say a word about your age. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not all that concerned about numbers right now.”

Winding my arms around his neck, I press my mouth to his. Kissing him long and hard, getting lost in the moment. Everything falls away—all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, our relationships outside of this bedroom, the boundary we’re about to cross.

The only thing that matters, right here and right now, is what’s happening between us.

I want this man.

I want him to touch me, kiss me, do dirty things to me until I can’t take any more.

And then I want him to do it all over again.

His hands slide from my hips to my ass and he squeezes.

“I love your ass.” His deep, husky voice makes me believe him. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. So round and juicy.”

Warm happiness blooms inside me, all those cycling and bootcamp classes I skipped suddenly validated. He squeezes hard and gives my backside a light slap, then rubs the spot tenderly.

A soft moan escapes my lips, wetness slicking my thighs. “Mack—” His name comes out strangled. I barely recognize my own voice, so desperate and needy.

Dropping a hand between my legs, he trails a thick finger through my pussy. “So wet for me.”

He pushes inside me and I groan. “Oh my god, that feels amazing.”

Sliding another finger in, he thrusts gently in and out. I spread my legs wider and he adds a third finger, moving faster and harder. Pressure builds in my core and I’m bucking against his hand, seeking more.

More friction, more heat. More Mack.

“I love how ready you are, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. A hot bolt of desire zips through me and I shudder, nipples peaking.

His lips quirk up as he watches the effect his words and actions have on my body. He’s in total control right now, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Thumb brushing lightly against my clit, he slows and pulls out. I bite back a whimper, my pussy throbbing.

“Lay down.” Mack hooks a thumb at the bed and I quickly do as he asks, getting comfortable against the mountain of pillows.

Bending down, he retrieves a foil packet from his pants and rips it open with his teeth. Then he casually drops his boxer briefs, his hard shaft springing free.

“Wow.” I take in the length and size of him, doing mental gymnastics trying to decide if he’s going to fit inside me. “That’s, um…you’re…big. Not that I’m not game, it’s just…do you think you’re going to fit?”

“Don’t worry, Firecracker.” He strokes his dick a few times before rolling on the condom. “It’ll fit.”

It’s gonna be a tight squeeze, that’s for sure.

Grinning, he straddles me. Laugh lines crinkle around his eyes and up close I notice a sprinkling of gray in his sandy curls. Other than that, I’d guess he was my age or maybe even younger.

“You’re really gorgeous.” I stroke his chest, taking all of him in.

“Thanks, baby.” He smooths his thumb over my cheek, leaning in and kissing me. “You’re beautiful.”

Trailing from my face to my chest, Mack caresses my breasts with both hands. His light touch sends flutters straight to my belly and my nipples pebble. He rolls the sharp points with his thumbs and a fiery bolt rips through me.

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