Page 100 of Close Contact
My voice was breathy, wrecked. “Punish me.”
He groaned, and then—CRACK. His palm landed against my ass, firm and just shy of cruel. I cried out, more surprised than in pain. He rubbed the spot, then spanked me again. And again. Alternating cheeks, fast then slow, until I was moaning into the grass, panting.
“You feel that?” he said between strikes. “How your pussy gets wetter every time I spank you?”
“Yes!” I gasped.
“You’re my little fuck toy.”
“Yours,” I whispered.
“That’s right,” he murmured, and slid his hand over my ass, slipping his fingers down my crack, teasing my entrance, then lower.
I froze, breath catching.
He hummed. “Your pretty cunt is already wrecked,” he murmured. “But this ass?” He squeezed, slow and deliberate while his other hand dipped into my pussy before sliding back up. “This is untouched. And tonight, it’s mine.”
“Callum…”
“Shh,” he soothed, circling my tight rim with a slick finger, coated in my arousal. “Let me play. You’re so worked up, you’ll come just from this.”
And then he pushed in slowly, his finger pressing past the ring of muscle until I gasped, nails digging into the grass, head spinning from the stretch, the pressure, the absolute filth of it all.
“You take it so fucking well,” he said. “Like you were made to be played with. I fucking love it.” I moaned, the sound erotic in the night settling around us. “You want more?” he rasped.
“Oui, s’il te plaît, mon amour.”
He moved his finger with shallow thrusts, curling just enough to have me trembling in seconds. His other hand worked between my legs again, fingers teasing my clit, pushing me to the edge with filthy precision. He was right—I was going to come from this alone, and it wouldn’t take long.
The pressure was already building, my blood heating. I was already reeling from my last orgasm, then the thrill of being chased, getting spanked, and now this. Fuck, maybe exhibitionism was our thing. The sneaking around, the possibility of anyone seeing us… it made it all hotter, naughtier, headier.
“Come for me,” Callum ordered in a deep timber that sounded like sex on its own. “Just like this. Full of me. Ruined in public.”
And I did, harder than before. My body convulsed, the pressure from his finger tipping me into an orgasm that made my vision blur. I sobbed his name into the night as he kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “That’s my girl.”
Callum tuggedmy panties back into place with a gentleness that stole my breath all over again. I didn’t open my eyes yet, just let the fabric slip over my skin. The soft pull of his hand coaxed me to roll over in the grass. I let him guide me, still dazed, limbs loose and uncooperative.
There was no way I could make it through this photoshoot now. I probably looked like a disaster. I was supposed to be ready when I walked in there, and I just had to go fuck around.
When I blinked my eyes open, the stars above were blurry. Maybe it was from the orgasm, maybe from the way he looked down at me as if I was something sacred. I didn’t care either way, because all I felt was bliss and peace.
He pulled me to my knees until I was falling into his arms, both of us kneeling on the grassy hill, flushed and breathless beneath the Spanish night sky. The views of the track were spectacular from here, illuminated by track lights that didn’tquite reach our hidden spot. I curled into his chest, heart still racing. His scent wrapped around me—sweat, cologne, sex—and made me feel like I was home. His pulse thudded under my cheek, steady and sure.
I felt… safe. Even with everything working against us—our teams, the PR nightmares, FIA regulations—I felt like a woman in the fullest sense. Soft, feminine, ravished,worshipped.
Callum held me tighter, resting his chin on top of my head, and for a long, breathless moment, neither of said a word. We basked in the quiet of the night, for once not surrounded by the chaos of this life, and soaked in the privacy. It felt like being in public without all the pressures, and I caught a glimpse of what a future with him could look like.
Some day.
Then I heard the faint tick of his watch, and we both shifted until we could see the glowing hands.
“Merde,” I cursed, laughing under my breath. “Time’s almost up.”
“Mm,” he hummed. “What a way to spend half an hour.”
I giggled. “Such a good boy for always running to me, mon amour.”
“Don’t test me right now, Aurélie. I’m about two seconds from making you a no-show to your photoshoot.” That was when I noticed he was deliberately bringing his hips nowhere near me. I stifled a laugh. Before I could pull away, his arms slipped under me—one at my back, the other beneath my knees. “Come on. I’ve got you.”
