Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 3

Well, here's Chapter 3. This is dedicated to Jan. Thanks and I hope you feel better soon. Hugs. Thanks, Cosmo, a really big help on the research. Paz, Topaz and Deevah will know what that means. LOL.

Chapter 3

Calla grumbled as she heard the faint ringing of her cell phone. She raised her head and looked around. Trace’s arm was wrapped around her waist and her head was on his chest. She was tempted to snuggle up against him and fall back asleep, but she couldn’t let whoever was calling her get her voice mail, especially if it was Nora. Calla reluctantly crawled out of the makeshift pallet on the floor. She shivered as the cold air hit her. She glanced back at Trace who was now awake and looked at her with curiosity. “What’s wrong?” He asked his voice deep and husky from sleep. “My cell phone is ringing, it could be one of my friends calling, worried about me.” Calla said. “After you finish come back to bed, it’s cold without you.” With that Trace rolled over and went back to sleep.

Calla smiled and found her purse lying on the couch where she had thrown it when she had entered the room. She dug out her cell phone and answered it. “Where the hell are you!?!” Nora practically yelled into the phone. Calla winced, Nora did not sound happy. “I’m stuck at a bed and breakfast down the road, due to the storm.” She heard a sigh of relief. “Sorry, I’m a bit on edge. Quitting smoking you know. Are you alone?” Calla debated on whether she should tell Nora about Trace or not. “No, the stable master is with me.” She heard Nora chuckle. “He better be hot. I’ll call you later. My boy toys need me.” Nora hung up and Calla felt some relief. If and when Calla finally reached the beach house, Nora would demand she fess up. Of course, Nora would conference Martie in so she would hear all the details too.

Calla placed her phone back in her purse, turned and made her way back to the bed. She crawled onto it and snuggled against Trace. It felt so right being here with him. Calla smiled and placed a kiss on his shoulder. She pulled Trace onto his back. His jade eyes darken, giving her a wicked smile. “Ready to make love?” He asked. Calla doubted they would be making love from the way Trace was smiling at her. She shook her head. “My turn!” she said as he raised an eyebrow. “Your turn?” He queried. She nodded. “I want to do something before we make love.” Saying ‘make love’ didn’t sound weird or scary. Calla had only known him for a few hours yet she was more comfortable and relaxed with him than anyone else, besides Nora and Martie. Trace made her feel complete and safe.

“What do you have in mind?” Trace asked. Calla smiled mysteriously and crawled off the makeshift bed, finding his jeans. She slid the belt out of the loops and held it up grinning. She folded it into quarters and snapped it. Trace raised his eyebrows, “I’ll only allow you to spank me if I’ve been naughty. And I haven’t been naughty so there is no need for that.” Calla raised an eyebrow of her own and crawled back to him. She let the end of the belt slide lightly against his chest. “You don’t think you’ve been naughty. Is that right?”

Trace nodded and watched as she positioned herself so she now straddled his chest. She looked down at him and he looked up at her. Calla looked like a sexual goddess ready to ravage her lover. “Well, not enough to warrant a spanking.” She said. Trace ran his hands up her sides. She shook her head. “Not for spanking. I want to bind your hands over your head and explore every inch of you.” She watched him shiver, his eyes darkened and he stopped caressing her, he looked intrigued.

“Couldn’t you have just used handcuffs?” Trace drawled with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“I don’t normally carry handcuffs around with me.” Calla replied.
“Too bad, you never know what naughty men may be lurking about, needing a good spanking.” He paused, “I have some in my room but I want to use them on you later.” She laughed. “Okay, later. I’m not going to ask why you have them though.” He pouted and she laughed. He raised his arms over his head and she leaned forward to secure him. There was a side table near where they were. His hands were directly underneath the table, his hands separated by the table leg. Calla leaned forward and wrapped the leather around his wrists as he groaned. Her breasts were so close to his mouth and yet if he raised his head she would lean away from him. “Lean closer, you have such lovely breasts, I want another taste.” She shook her head. “No.”
“But . . . “
“This is payback.” She said
“And payback’s a bitch?” Trace countered.
“You’re damn right. This is for the ice cubes.” Calla replied.
“I can’t wait to get you in my bed to exact some of my payback. You’d look sexy handcuffed to my bed on your stomach with your sweet ass in the air.”

Why and how is it that this man can arouse her like no other? She laughed resisting the urge to unwind the belt and demand that they head to his bedroom.
“You’re wet aren’t you?” Trace already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her. “Yes.” Calla said her voice breathy. “No other man will get you as wet as I can.” He growled. Calla nodded knowing that to be true. “I know.” She lowered herself onto his chest and slid down his body, teasing them both. She let him feel just how wet for him she was. He groaned. “Let me taste you. I want you to ride my mouth.” She bit her lip. “No, it’s my turn…. Later.” He swore and struggled a bit before calming down. Her face hung above his and she leaned down to kiss his lips, lightly, not giving him too much.

He growled. “No, no more than that. It’s my turn and you’ll answer some questions while I explore you.” He mumbled something about her being a tease and said, “Okay.” She leaned down and placed kisses and nips along his jaw line. “Where are you from?” She asked. She felt him tense and start to withdraw from her. She looked at his face and watched emotions like candlelight flicker across it. He didn’t seem to be willing to answer that question so she proceeded, letting him have a pass on this one.

“Okay, you don’t have to answer that.” Trace relaxed and Calla went back to exploring his jaw with her lips. Then she started to make her way down his neck. She inhaled his scent; his cologne was so faint it was almost nonexistent. She kissed the pulse point of his neck and gently nipped it. “What’s the name of the cologne you use?” She licked the point and made her way down his neck. Trace’s skin was hot and slick with a light sheen. “Strength, it’s called Strength.” He said. She kissed her way across his collarbone and up his neck. She nipped his ear and then started to suck on it. “Favorite color?”She whispered and he shivered. She traced the tip of his earlobe with her tongue and then kissed her way back down his neck and across his shoulder.
“Red.”
“Fiery, passionate, seductive and bold. It suits you.”

Calla placed kisses on his bicep. When she got to the inside of his elbow, she nipped the sensitive skin and then licked the light sting. “What’s the tattoo on your bicep mean?” She asked as she kissed her way down his forearm. Calla repeated the action on the arm. “Baby, I can’t remember my name, you’re torturing me with these light kisses and nips and licks.”

She kissed the pulse point on his wrist and licked the sensitive skin there as well. “The one on your right bicep. What does it mean?” She kissed her way back up his arm and started to feather kisses on his chest. His back arched slightly. “It’s Sanskrit. It means ‘Warrior’.” His voice was a husky growl. She looked up at his face and saw his forehead and upper lip was covered with beads of sweat. Trace swallowed and she could see he was holding himself, resisting the urge to take control.

When Calla got to his nipples, she gently pinched one and his hips bucked and back arched. She leaned forward and kissed it and then licked it. “Baby . . .”was all he could say before she started to suck the hard nub. She paused and raised her head, “Did you always want to work with horses?” She then went back to sucking his nipple. She gently rolled and plucked the other. He let out a cry of frustration. She stopped and he groaned. She repeated the question and watched him swallow. “Yes, I love horses, always have and I’m good with them.” Trace murmured between clenched teeth. She continued her torture, transferring her affections to the other nipple.

Calla started to trail kisses down his abdomen. “How old are you?”She asked before swirling her tongue in his navel. Trace let out another groan. “I’m thirty-nine.”His teeth were still clenched. It was a heady feeling having control over him. She continued to reek havoc on him as she kissed his hips and then his right thigh. “How tall are you?”She asked as she dusted kisses on his lightly haired thigh, he bent his leg and she nipped his inner thigh. He let out a frustrated breath. “I’m 6' 3"He replied. She paused when she got to his knee.

“Favorite food?”She asked as she repositioned his leg so she had more access to slip her head underneath his knee. He sucked in a breath when she licked the back of his knee and then started to suck the flesh found there. “Oh, god!”She stopped what she was doing when he didn’t answer. “Waffles! I love waffles!”He cried out. She kissed her way down his calf and then up the other and repeated her actions with the back of his other knee. “I like breakfast food too. But I prefer desert.”She continued her path up his thigh and paused.

She had ignored his erection until now. He was large, long and thick. Veins roped his flesh and her mouth watered at the thought of exploring every inch of him with her mouth. But she resisted the urge. He was now breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I love desert too, especially if a woman is covered in whip cream.”She smiled. “Later, boxers or briefs?”She leaned forward and kissed his hip. “Boxers or commando.”She grinned. “Easy access, I like that.”

Calla spread his legs further and surveyed his testicles. “I like that too, please honey, touch me, please.”He begged. She smiled. Trace was begging her to touch him. She surveyed his cock again. Standing proud and hard away from his body. She returned her focus back to his testicles. “In time.”She repositioned herself on her stomach. She took hold of the base of his cock and moved it gently so she could see his balls clearly. His hips jerked and she shook her head. “No, moving.
Favorite movie?”He let out another frustrated cry. “How the hell can I concentrate when you’ve got your hand around me. Baby please . . . ”But his words were cut off when she moved forward and licked one testicle. She then took it into her mouth, sucked and licked it. He jerked again and moaned.

Calla stopped and pulled back. She didn’t make a move to continue further. Trace gulped and took a deep breath. “Lawrence of Arabia.”She moved forward and continued her torture, transferring her attention to the other ball. She traced the perineum with her finger and felt him buck. She, flicked his scrotum with the tip of her tongue and then lightly licked his raphe. He was groaning; she then gave his balls one last suck. She raised her head and surveyed his cock now. Precum glistened from the slit at the tip of his cock by the light of the candles. The fire had burned down and the storm raged outside.

All she could hear was the storm and his breathing. She watched as an opalescent drop of precum formed and made a milky trail down the side of his shaft. Trace was beautiful here just as he was all over. Calla licked her lips and repositioned herself to a more comfortable position. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, pulling back she licked the traces of cum on her lips. She moaned but brought herself under control. Starting at the base, working her way up, she kissed and licked him. His hips bucked as he moaned. She licked the trail of his desire, savoring the spicy, salty taste of him.

“Calla, please . . .”She understood what Trace was begging for, but she wouldn’t give it to him. Not yet. When she got to his cockhead, she took it into her mouth; just that and nothing else. She sucked on him as her tongue flicked him. His hips bucked. Trace wanted her to take all of him, every inch of him into her mouth. Yet she wasn’t going to do that now. She let go of him with a popping sound and licked and kissed her way down his shaft. He was so hot and hard, yet soft. She loved the contradictions. “Calla please, I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”He pleaded.

“I’ve never done this before,”She said as she kissed her way back up. “I’ve never had the desire to until you. I . . .”Trace stopped her confession. She looked up at him. The look in his eyes overwhelmed her. There was tenderness, heat and desire there. She swallowed as he said tenderly, “You don’t have to do this. If you . . . ”She interrupted him, she looked down at his shaft. “I want to. Please, let me, I may not . . . ”He shook his head. “Calla look at me.”She looked up into his eyes. “Just fuck me, take me inside you. You don’t have to suck me off. Taste me some other time, but for now . . .”

Trace was cut off when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. As much of him as she could take. She wrapped her hand around the base of him. She let herself relax and get use to the feeling of him in her mouth. Panic rose inside of her and she shoved it down. She started to breathe through her nose. He stretched her mouth. He was so wide and long, he soon hit the back of her throat even though she hadn’t taken all of him inside her mouth.

Calla resisted the urge to throw up. She closed her eyes and focused on how Trace felt in her mouth. He was hot and heavy. She could feel his pulse and it awed her. His heart was beating so fast. Once she had gotten herself under control, she moved her head up. His soft flesh slipping between her lips. He held himself in check, not moving. She knew he wanted to thrust forward, but didn’t. She moved her head down and moved her hand up keeping a firm grip on him. He groaned. As she moved up and her hand down, she experimented with caressing him with her tongue.


She continued to move her head and hand in opposite directions. Next she had them work in unison. As her head moved up her hand followed, she even threw in a twist of her wrist when her hand got to the underside of his head. Calla squeezed him and licked the cum at the tip of his shaft. Trace was fighting for control. She didn’t want him to hold himself back, so she increased the speed and suction. “Oh God Calla!” He groaned as he bucked a little, but not enough to her liking. She removed her hand from him; reached down to massage his balls, rolling them gently in her hand. She used her other hand to take the place of the one that had been moved. She now hallowed her cheeks as she slid up his shaft.

His hips started to move more now, he couldn’t resist. She increased her speed and grip of her hand, his thrusts increased and finally he tensed. He cried out as his orgasm burst forth. His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed every last bit of it. Calla licked and sucked until not one drop was left. She let his flaccid penis slip from her mouth and looked up. She felt so proud of herself. She had made him cum. She silently thanked Cosmo and studied his face. Trace was breathing hard and his body was covered in sweat. Her jaw felt stiff and ached, but she didn’t care she was feeling too good. When he finally got his breathing under control, he said, “Untie me.” His tone was a command and a chill ran through her.

She scrambled to undo the belt. He had come so why wasn’t he happy? He didn’t like it? She worried. Don’t, guys like being sucked off? What had she done wrong? She scrambled back to the edge of the blankets and licked her lips and swallowed. She watched him bring his arms down slowly and shake them, saying nothing. He didn’t even look at her and she held back tears. He sat up slowly, his expression unreadable. He didn’t like it. He came but he didn’t like it. “Come here.” Trace said softly. Calla hesitated, but moved forward. When she got within distance of him, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. His lips came down on hers. Her mouth opened in surprise and his tongue slipped in and swirled and explored. His kiss was dominating and possessive.

Their tongues duelled and she moaned. She pulled away, blinking, she looked at him confused. “You liked it?”She asked cautiously. “I loved it,” He said gently. Trace reached out and brushed her hair away from her face, such a gentle action. She turned to his hand and he cradled her cheek in his hand. “You didn’t have to do it.”He shook his head to keep her from speaking and slid his hand into her hair. Trace brought her head forward. He kissed her gently, licking her lips as he pulled away. “I know you wanted to but still . . .” She smiled at his concern and consideration. “You sounded angry.” She said still hurt by his tone.

He beckoned her to get closer and took her in his arms. “I’m sorry. I wanted to be untied very badly. I wanted to hold and kiss you and thank you for what you did. It came out harsh I know. But all I could think of was getting feeling back in my arms and holding you close. I’m sorry I hurt you like that. I’m apologising for being a bastard.” She snuggled against him. “You’re forgiven, but if you do it again, no nookie.”He laughed loud and long, his body shaking against hers as she grinned. Calla reached up and brought his head down to hers. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and dueled and slid against his. She then started to suck his bottom lip and he groaned. Trace pulled back. “I love the way you taste.”She smiled. “Most guys wouldn’t kiss a woman who’s just given them head.”He shrugged. “I’m not most guys.”He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

Trace pulled back as Calla’s stomach growled followed by his own. “First one to the kitchen has to do the dishes.”He hopped up causing Calla to fall back without his support. She jumped up to follow him, but stopped when she watched Trace disappear into the darkness. Calla had no idea where the kitchen was. “Cheater! I don’t know where the kitchen is!”She yelled into the darkness. A loud devilish laugh was her response. “Cheater! No nookie for you!”She yelled and flopped down on the blanket silently laughing.