Only, he found himself being aggressive because of how easily Astrid took situations. She was submissive when he had met her, but he saw changes in her. He liked her insecurity. It had been part of her charm. Sure, Astrid still avoided eye contact, asked somewhere insecure questions about why he wanted her, but she had changed.
Remy had been about to blow his wad when Arlo interrupted. The hand he clamped down on Astrid's mouth had been instinctive. He loved the way Astrid sounded while she came and he didn't want to share her. Calder obviously had already experienced her sexual sonnets, and that alone made his preservation of Astrid utterance even more hard-handed.
When Astrid had come, so unexpectedly, he held onto her voluptuous body in rapture. He would never tire of her body. But, he had to deal with Arlo, so ordered her to stay put, as if she were one of his subs. He had tested her verbally about Arlo in the car, seeing if she would be promiscuous and he still hadn't decided. Astrid was a sexual minx.
He shoved Arlo into the man's own bedroom, slamming the door. It was across the hall from his own. Arlo grinned at him knowingly as Remy buckled his belt.
"Why the fuck did you knock?" he growled.
Arlo held up his cell phone, "Well, I enjoyed her moans, but you DO have a call man. Sometimes you need to fucking relax."
Remy snatched the phone from him, "Sometimes you need to get your ear away from my fucking door. Hello?"
"Remy!" his boss, Teena Ludwig purred over the line, "Sooo glad I got hold of you. I tried your cell, but it's off."
Remy glared at Arlo. The snake was supposed to cover his night calls so he could spend time with Astrid. Arlo shrugged, still smiling.
"Teena," he ran a hand over his face, "Yeah, I let the battery die out. So, what's up?"
"Actually, I need both of you. Tell Arlo he's needed here when you hang up. You will see Mrs. Cleavers."
Clients picked their own fake names. Remy had been to Mrs. Cleavers two times already in the last week. The woman was too rich, too bored and too nasty when it came to sex. She had a beautiful body and face at least.
"Mrs. Cleavers has gotten a little too much this week," he hinted, "I recommend-"
"She insisted," Teena interrupted in her boss voice which reeked of venom, "You will be there by ten. She even added an extra five-hundred for you. Remy, she's a terrific client. Don't fuck with my money."
Remy wanted to throw the phone but replied, "I'll fucking be there but when her husband sees-"
"That's not our business," Teena ranted, "Your fucking job is to do what I tell you to do Remy. Fucking stab the bitch if she wants, just as long as she pays! Bye-bye now."
The bitch hung up on him.
Remy tossed Arlo the cell, "You dick! You were supposed to cover for me."
"I was! She said we both have to work!" Arlo shouted back, getting his things together, "Don't take it out on me, man. Teena is a conniving bitch and we both know it. Just because you get paid more it doesn't mean shit."
"I fucking hate Mrs. Cleavers," Remy grumbled.
Arlo chuckled, "What I wouldn't give to do what you do Remy. All those hot, horny babes just begging for me to teach them a lesson," Arlo sighed as if fantasizing, "but YOU! You want to bitch because who you really want is Astrid."
Remy ran a hand through his hair, "Okay. I get it, bro. Let me take her home, then I'll drop you off at The Armor on my way to Mrs. Cleavers."
Arlo shrugged, "Sounds groovy. Betcha Astrid won't like it though."
Remy gave him a superior smile that meant trouble, "Astrid will like it just fine. She's easy to manipulate when horny, which is ALL the time."
Arlo rolled his eyes, opening the door, "If she's so easy to control, why follow her around then?"
Remy smacked him on the back of the head hissing, "Watch what you say, asshole. She can't know."
Remy rejoined Astrid. She laid on her belly, totally relaxed, gazing beautifully up at him with warm, sensual eyes. He gazed down at her, his heart aching from emotions she had no right to stir in his heart. He wanted to protect and hurt her all at once.
Remy loved Astrid. He loved her so fucking much when he shouldn't.
Astrid propped her head up on a hand, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" he refocused on what had to be done, "Like I love you?"
Adorably her cheeks reddened. She dropped her gaze asking, "Is that what that looks like?"
Her small, child-like voice touched him. He knew she had a hard time with love. So did he, but he knew what it felt like. What happened when love turned sour and spit in your face. Love was a fickle emotion Remy knew all too well.
"Sit up," he lowered his voice, "Spread your legs baby."
She grinned, bouncing up. Her wonderful tits swayed, the nipples poking out of her lacy bra. He loved every inch of her body, how she fit against him when he held her. He stood in front of her, looking down on all she offered. Her chocolate eyes were wide as she tilted her head back to watch him.
"Do you like it when I tell you what to do?" he asked, cupping her flushed face in his hands, "I think you do Astrid."
She parted her lips, "Yes. It turns me on in a way I never thought it would. Do you do this to those women? Boss them around?"
Questions? Always with the fucking questions! Remy didn't want to ruin what they had by exposing Astrid to the details of his work. She would never look at him the same. She'd ruin what he needed from her.
He stepped away, "Get dressed. I have to go to work. It was my boss that called. Sorry, babe."
Astrid looked insulted, "What?"
He looked away, picking up her discarded clothes, "I said I have to go. It's my job, Astrid. I may or may not get calls from preferred clients at night. I'll take you home."
She jerked her clothes on, then seeing his own low simmering anger, softened, "It's alright Remy. I guess if we're going to make this work, I have to accept what you do."
He frowned, "Doesn't it piss you off? I'm surprised Astrid that you so openly accept this."
She finished putting on her flats, "Well, what do you want me to do? You didn't tell me for three months! Yeah, I'm a little crept out by the fact we just fucked and now you're going to some other woman for money."
He hated that, "Astrid, I'm not a fucking prostitute."
"I didn't say you were!"
"It's a different concept than sex for money. I don't always fuck," he shook his head, not wanting to get into it further, "Come on, let's go."
"Remy!" she protested as he took hold of her arm, pulling her out of his bedroom, "I want you to know I'm supportive, not judgmental."
He chuckled, still pulling her down the hall, "Thanks, babe. That's why I told you. I know we'll be fine."
She looked puzzled but stopped talking. Arlo had the front door open, ready to go. He winked at Astrid as Remy pulled her pass him.
Remy just wanted to get Mrs. Cleaver over with. His night of debauchery was just starting and he would go with Astrid smell on him.
* Four nights later *
Astrid angrily pushed end on her cell phone muttering, "Asshole!"Remy had canceled their date again. They were supposed to go to an expensive French restaurant since he insisted on making up the other two dates he'd called off.
She looked down at the pretty white dress she wore. It had a revealing cut for breast teasing and a cute sash that tied in a bow sideways, the material skimming to the end of the dress which fell above her lower thighs. Her nude heels were new. Money, she'd spend before quitting her job.
Grinning, she called Calder. She hadn't talked to him since seeing him last. They had decided to play it by ear. No commitment. Well, Remy had her all dressed up, so now was the perfect time to call on her other lover.
Calder answered right away, "Well... Hello, Astrid. What have you been up to?"
She fell into his sexy tone, her nipples hardening, "I've been up to nothing. I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go."
"Why's that?"
"Remy. He's canceled on me twice now and I already planned on seeing you except he promised that if I didn't, he'd take me out. Well, he hasn't."
Calder was quiet.
She sighed, feeling her honesty maybe had been too much, "You're not second best Calder. I wanted to see you last night," she lied, "Remy just doesn't-"
"Don't," Calder snapped, "Don't explain your relationship. I don't care. I'll pick you up. Okay? I'm coming now."
Astrid couldn't help but get excited, "Alright."
He hung up on her.
She hurried to look at herself once more in the mirror. With Calder, she found herself more self-conscious. He had a certain vibe that made her wonder if her hair was okay. That there was nothing in her teeth. Remy used to elicit that type of reaction. She stopped fiddling with her hair, realizing she had become comfortable with Remy's opinion of her.
Calder scared her when she heard the purr of a motor. Was Remy showing up after all? She yanked the front door open, surprised to see Calder climb out of a black Porsche. What had he done with his truck?
Calder looked amazing. He always did. His Armani suit fitted his buff form, his blonde hair slicked back. He strolled up the walk, smiling at her with sexy half-masted eyes. She licked her lips, turned on by his very presence.
"Hi," she hated that her voice came out breathless.
He pushed up on her, kissing her lips softly at first. Then, as she put her hands on his fine jacket, he deepened the kiss sweetly. He walked her backward into the house with his hands gripping her hips. When he stopped kissing her, they stared into each other's eyes.
"I missed you," he murmured, running his hands up and down her bare arms, "You looked like a vision when you opened the door."
She melted, "Thank you. You look great. Smell great too."
Grinning, he reached into his inside jacket pocket to produce a little jewelry box. Her heart skipped a beat when he opened it. A pair of teardrop diamond earrings shone.
She shook her head, "Oh, Calder! No. No, I can't."
Calder kissed her left cheek, "Yes you can. I want you to have these. I bought them yesterday."
She had never received jewelry from a man. The gesture was terribly sweet and intimate. With shaky hands, she took the tiny box. "Thank you, Calder," her voice was thick, "You are too generous. Too sweet."
"It's the least I can do for what I did," he seemed embarrassed now, "Go put them on. I'll take you to dinner."
Smiling, she went into the bathroom. The earrings went perfectly with her cute little white dress. When she rejoined Calder, he told her how beautiful she was. She felt beautiful by the way he just looked at her. Calder made her feel special.
Astrid kissed Calder in a way he had to stop or they would never make it out of the house. She was surprised, thinking all he wanted was sex. Calder ushered her out to his new ride with a knowing smirk.
"Where's your truck?" she asked as he drove.
He sheepishly shrugged, "Chris convinced me to buy this. I've had that truck since high school. I guess it's time to act the lawyer type by driving this. Do you like it?"
"Duh! Every girl likes fast cars," she giggled, "But I also liked your truck. Your truck made me see you as a guy, not a Lewis."
He frowned, "I am a Lewis."
"But not like Chris," she growled, "Thankfully."
"Chris had a lot of pressure put on him growing up," Calder admitted, "He's not all bad. Just taught to be a hard-ass."
"Okay," Astrid let it go, "Do you like your car?"
He grinned, "Hell yeah."
Calder took Astrid to the French restaurant Remy was supposed to. Astrid didn't tell him that. Calder had made it very clear he did not want to discuss Remy. The men didn't like to share, but she was just happy they did for her.
After a fabulous meal, Calder asked her where she wanted to go when they sat in the car. She leaned provocatively over, "What do you really want to do?" she whispered, touching his upper thigh.
Calder turned to her, licking his lips. He hadn't started the car yet, waiting for a destination. The hunger in his expression made Astrid lean forward even more. "I want to dance," he told her, "I want to fuck you on the dance floor."
She giggled, "That's illegal you know. Sounds fun though."
He started the Porsche, "Yes, it fucking does."
When they got to Bounce, he escorted her inside with a possessive hold on her left hip. She saw her friend, Tom, introducing the men. Tom looked shocked Astrid wasn't with Remy, but with another good-looking man. Astrid didn't explain she was dating both men before Calder tugged her away. Tom looked jealous. He was cute, but they'd only ever been friends.
Calder pulled her towards the back of the club, near the wall. The lights were lower, even though the flashing red, blue and purple strobes still shone. He turned Astrid, so she pressed her ass to his hard-on as they moved to the music. The song "Daydream in blue" started, and they swayed together sensually. There was quite a crowd and Astrid felt naughty as Calder sly hand slipped up her dress, the other on her hip.
He pressed his fingers against her slick pussy, then tugged her panties aside. Her breathing was rapid from trying to dance and look casual. There were people all around them, but Calder had positioned their bodies in such a way no one noticed when he slipped his big, hard as nails cock inside of her wet pussy. She jerked at the sensation, tossing her head back on his chest. He held onto her, grinding a beat as the music pulsed through the air. She closed her eyes, fading into the climax he brought her. The heat of his touch was electric. Calder thrust once, deep and fierce and she covered her mouth as he jerked her closer so she couldn't pull away. He knew what he was doing, making sure her orgasm was wrung out.
"I dream a dirty dream of you, baby," he grunted in her ear.
When Calder pulled out after her orgasm, she somehow acted normal. The experience had been carnal and had her wanting all he offered. He saw the yearning on her face as she kissed him hard. Taking her hand, they exited the club. She laughed as he pushed her up against his new car, running his wet tongue over her cleavage.
"That felt amazing," she sighed, looking up at the night sky, "You know how to sneak a poke, that's for sure."
After he kissed her neck hard, he lifted his handsome face, "You too Astrid. Now what?"
She placed a hand on his erection, "I think it's time for you to come. How come you haven't? I mean, you never have with me. Am I not good enough?"
He groaned, pressing his crotch to hers as he said, "You are fucking amazing Astrid. I like prolonging the pleasure. It's called edging but when I finally do come, it's a high like no other."
"Come for me tonight Calder. I want to feel you let go with me."
He kissed her softly on the lips, "Alright. Let's get out of here."
Astrid was excited to fuck Calder again. He had a different way than Remy. Remy was rough. Calder was too, but he seemed to want something from their coupling other than sex. When Calder was inside of her, she just felt his need to please her. Remy wanted to see her moan and writhe in pain. Not that she herself didn't want to experience Remy's tough love. Both men had exceptional ways of making her fall apart. Trying to compare them was like explaining cats to dog lovers.
Calder drove them back to her house. She didn't care. As she was unlocking the front door Calder was already lifting the back of her dress to caress her ass. By the time they stumbled inside, he had his jacket and shirt half off. She kicked her heels across the darkened room, unzipping her dress as he worked on his slacks.
They came together like long lost lovers, falling on the sofa with her on top. He held her so tight she forgot to breathe.
He loosened his hold so she could sit up, "Ride me, Astrid. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before. Make my cock raw with that perfect pussy."
Astrid massaged his engorged prick before he spread her wet lips for his entrance. She didn't go slow. She rammed herself down on him like she couldn't live without him inside of her. He cursed, feeling the muscles in her pussy flutter around him. He had told her to go crazy, but now that she was lasciviously rammed him, Calder didn't know if he could last.
Astrid moaned loudly, tossing her hair back as she bounced on his thighs. Calder groped both of her tits, squeezing hard as she said his name in a breathy little moan, "Is this what you need Calder? Can you feel how wet you make me? Calder! I'm going to come for you Calder!"
"Astrid," he gasped as she tightened her velvet pussy, coming with a loud cry, "Stop! I'm... oh shit! Astrid!"
He shot his load so quick she cried out, coming again, grinding as hard as she could. They worked together until neither of them could move. Calder had his eyes closed, a dazed smile on his handsome face. With him limp but still inside of her, she rested her face against his sweaty chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.
"Good lord," he whispered, wrapping his strong arms around her, "I thought you'd pull me out."
Guiltily, she remained silent. Was it bad to want Calder to come inside of her? They hadn't used protection. She was on birth control, but who knew what could happen? She kissed his slick chest, feeling his release coating their legs.
"You felt amazing," Calder sighed contently, "I hope you got something out of it."
She giggled, "I got you."
He opened his green eyes, giving her a sexy half-masted look, "Yes. Yes, you did. You do Astrid."
She laid her head back on his chest. She felt funny suddenly. More than lustful towards Calder. She was loving Calder.
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