Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (16 page)

There was a little more hope now. At least they would be having a romantic dinner out under the stars. That was better than being surrounded by fans in the stands watching a game. Now, he could sneak a few kisses or maybe more.

Okay, a lot more.

After picking up dinner, he noticed the last two stops on his list. One was for ice, and the other for beer.

It threw him off a little.

Elizabeth wasn’t a beer drinker. Wine yes, but brew wasn’t her thing. When he stopped at the distributor, he noticed that she’d prepared for it. In the back was a cooler, waiting for his next mission.

He had to laugh.

If anything, his woman was a mystery.

When that task was done, it was like she had eyes on him from somewhere. A text arrived to his phone, just as he was turning the key in the ignition.

Callen,

Here’s your directions. Head there.

Elizabeth.

Callen was unfamiliar with the address
and was more than a little wary. Since he was in his truck, he had to put the directions into his phone. He didn't have the fancy bells and whistles that their other vehicles did. Before becoming part of their unit, he was a simple man living on the Rez. Who would have thought one day he’d be playing some amped up sex scavenger hunt with a woman he and his brother shared?

Yeah, certainly not him.

As he followed along, he had to admit that he was dying to get his hands on her. All this foreplay was making him a little crazy. Already, he could smell her hair and feel her silky flesh beneath the rough palms of his hands.

Yeah, he really wanted this night like nothing else.

When he turned off onto a dusty road, riddled with pot holes, rocks, and bumps, he was confused. He wasn’t quite sure where it lead, and if his Lyzee would be at the end.

Well, he had no choice but to trust her.

As he drove a mile or two, darkness was already beginning to fall. It made him nervous that she was out here alone in this. Immediately, his heart started skipping in his chest as the end of the road approached.

Again, on cue, his phone chimed.

Bring the cooler and dinner. Follow the trail. At the end is your date. You’re no longer Director Callen Whitefox. Now, you’re the boy you were twenty two years ago.

Truth be told, he had to read the text a couple of times. It was the last sentence that had him confused. Twenty years ago, he was poor, broken, and emotionally battered. What the hell kind of fantasy date was this going to be?

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 s
o 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.

S
he 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.