“Leave her.” Donovan stands beside me watching her.
“I thought you wanted her again.” I clench my fist trying to stay put instead of walking over to them and wrenching her free before pounding my fist into his face.
“She still wants you. Why, I’ve no idea, but she does.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t start anything with him if I were you though.”
I stay silent, refusing to meet his eyes. “What do you think my chances are?” I clamp my mouth shut on the words, but it’s too late, I already said what I didn’t mean to. After staring through me, Donovan replies, “I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Dal, but whatever it is, it has to stop. If you’re unable to do that, then you need to leave Callie alone because she deserves someone who can offer her their undivided attention, and not someone who drops everything, even in the middle of the most intimate act to rush off to another woman.”
I’m so fucking screwed because there is no way I can let Dal out of my life. I’m all she has. Getting rid of Dal isn’t going to work, but…
“Hey, you want to go outside?” Her voice purrs in my ear and I turn to see the chick from earlier.
Do I? Do I want to go outside and let out all my frustration out on the chick from before?
Looking across to Callie again, she’s still engrossed in conversation with him. Probably hasn’t glanced in my direction since I was on stage with the guys.
“Let’s go.” I wrap my arm around her neck as her arm slips around my waist and into the back of my jeans where she pinches me on the ass. Yeah, my dick starts to come to life again. Perhaps, all isn’t lost.
I ignore the scowl on Donovan’s face as we walk past him toward the back exit. There’s more people than normal back stage with Rebel Walking being here, but I manage to shoulder through them and all the equipment lying around not to mention the security that comes with them.
Finally punching out through the door, I drag…um, whatever she’s named with me away from the lights on the building to a secluded wall where I start to become – nervous. I’m acting like a total dick and I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to follow through. Christ this chicks already sucked me off once tonight without asking anything else from me. What kind of bastard does that make me? You can do it – think of Callie.
Inhaling, I push her up against the wall, drop to my knees and slide my hands up, inside her skirt. I can do this. What the fucks wrong with me? I’m a guy.
Stroking around her ass, she’s wearing a black, lacy thong, which I move to the side, sliding a finger between her pussy lips. Hearing her groan, she grips my head in her hands. Letting her push me toward her pussy, I place a kiss on top of her mound and inhale her. Aroused woman. My dick wants its freedom now. Wanting to get off after getting aroused as fuck on stage.
Growling, I rip her thong from her body, lift one of her legs over my shoulder and start to work her over. She’s average, nothing like Callie, but she’s a hot, wet and willing woman and I’m not going to pass up. Not anymore.
Licking and sucking her clit, she writhes against my mouth, pressing into me, wanting more, which I give her by shoving two fingers inside her. She comes apart, and I’m about to burst. Shooting to my feet, I free my erection; quickly wrap it before turning her around and replacing my fingers in her cunt with my dick.
Grabbing her hips, I close my eyes, and imagine I’m inside Callie. I’m feeling Callie’s wet heat surrounding me. It’s Callie whose cunt is fluttering with spasms up and down my cock. Callie who has my dick hard as rock, seconds from exploding into orgasm.
Clamping my jaw shut, I start to move in and out of her soaked channel the way I did back in Alabama. She’d been a tighter fit then, because Donovan had been in her ass, but she’d wanted me in her cunt, holding her against me. She never moved her eyes from mine. The whole time it was all about us despite the fact that Donovan was there. Even when I raised my head and sucked her rosy nipples into my mouth, our eyes never left the others.
She’d shaken apart, squeezing my cock so fucking hard my orgasm had shot out of me, before I could even think, without warning.
Feeling the tingle at the base of my spine working its way through to my balls, I release into the condom – groaning. “Callie,” I whisper into her neck and feel her freeze.
“What…did you call me??
?
My eyes snap open and everything comes rushing back, ready to run me over.
“No...”
The sound is a strangled whisper, but it feels like a scream to me. I whip my head around and fuck me! Of all the people to catch me inside another woman it has to be Callie. I meet her eyes, and watch them fill with tears. She covers her mouth with her hand before yanking the door open, and disappearing back inside.
I withdraw my shriveled cock from inside the woman I’ve just used. Yanking up my jeans, I fall to my knees and lose the entire contents of my stomach. The girl I’m so fucking screwed up over has just caught me fucking an unnamed chick. I finally finish retching my guts up and use the dumpster in front of me to help hall my ass up from the ground.
Finding my feet, I throw the condom into the dumpster, tuck my junk away before facing the girl I’ve just used. The pain in my gut is telling me to go after Callie, but my heads telling me to stop being a dick and apologize to the girl in front of me. The one standing there, her skirt still crumpled around her waist, with a hurt look on her face; holding back tears. Calling out someone else’s name as you climax is a fucking shit thing to do. I’ve never done it before. Then again, I’ve never been screwed up over someone else before, either.
Rubbing my head, I finally meet her eyes. “I’m really sorry.” I start to walk toward the door, but turn back at the last minute, and say, “C’mon, back inside. Let me buy you a drink.”
She takes a minute to decide before placing a smile back on her face. She takes a deep breath, yanks her skirt down and walks toward me as though nothing has happened.
“A drink would be good.” She stands back while I open the door for her. “She’s the one from before, isn’t she? The one whose name you called out. Why aren’t you with her? Then again, never mind. You probably screwed it up.”
Shaking her head, she leaves me and wobbles into Simon, the club’s manager who shows some interest by taking her arm and leading her out to the front of the club.