Callie, Unwrapped Page 6

  But she still froze at the idea of saying out loud what she wanted from them.

  Who fucks who first.

  Kate spoke from beneath Callie’s chin, her mouth moving against the thin skin behind Callie’s ear.

  “She’s off the hook for that one. Especially after taking on those dickheads with her fine, fine display just now, just so you wouldn’t get your ass kicked.”

  Callie saw Gabe’s thick wrist braced against the edge of the table and remembered the twisting muscles of his arms from years of wrestling with steel and casting bronze. Yeah, Gabe wasn’t worried about a bunch of kids whose parents were still paying their rent. But he nodded at Kate’s words and let them slide off him like water. The younger woman definitely liked acting the tough chick who gave him shit, and he obviously didn’t mind accommodating her.

  “Fine. So, before I come in my goddamn pants…” He stood along the long side of the table and potted the one in the corner pocket. “One.” He’d hit the ball with enough backspin to pull the cue ball back towards the midline of the table. It was a short angled shot to sink the six and leave the cue ball inches from the side pocket. “Two.”

  Gabe dropped the cue on the table and turned to Kate and Callie.

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Three

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  Outside The Rack Room, they flagged a cab and got in, Gabe sliding across the seat in the back first, Callie and then Kate following. Callie was attempting to keep her skirt from rucking up around her hips as she squeezed in the middle seat. She heard Gabe give the cabbie his address.

  “So you’re still in the same place?” she asked.

  “They’ll have to burn the warehouse down to get me out of there.”

  She remembered Gabe’s place as a vast, echoing space with a concrete floor and thick glass block windows running in a stripe, higher than she was tall, all around the building. The one room was huge, big enough that Gabe actually welded his larger pieces there, his equipment taking over the nearest right hand corner. Piles of scrap metal and oxy-acetylene tanks lined the walls, and his living space was tucked away in the corners to her left. It smelled like metal and flux and was impossible to heat or cool. In the summer, it was dripping-sweat hot and in the winter…well, she imagined that any number of Antarctic explorers who’d frozen to death in their canvas tents would recognize the climate. From about mid-November on, they used to climb into bed fully clothed, strip while they hid under the covers, and then fuck with their socks on under three blankets until they were a sweaty mess. They would stick their heads out into the frosty air for a few minutes, just to cool down.

  She double-checked the view outside the cab as they sped down Clark Street. Not a leaf on a tree to be seen. The occasional pedestrian was collared with a scarf or had a jacket zipped up over her chin.

  Yup. Still December. No snow yet this year, but it was hella cold.

  She shivered, and this time it wasn’t sexy.

  Gabe dropped his hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. She was immediately distracted from her memories.

  “It’s a little different than the last time you were there, Cal.”

  She moved her left hand on top of his and squeezed back. It had been years. Things must have changed, although Gabe himself seemed not to have, which made her a little sad. She would wish more for this man than what he allowed himself. “I’m sure.” She tilted her head and smiled at him. Cold or not, there wasn’t an inch of her that Gabe hadn’t touched with his hands, his mouth, his cock, and her body remembered that just fine, too.

  She felt a smaller hand land on her right thigh, higher up than Gabe’s was on her left.

  It seemed Kate didn’t like being left out.

  “Oh, are we playing already?” she asked and pushed the fabric of Callie’s skirt between her thighs as she curved her fingers down around Callie’s leg.

  “I wasn’t. But now that you mention it…” Gabe tugged on Callie’s thigh, pulling it closer to him. “Spread your legs, Callie.”

  “What? Shhh.” She pulled her legs together reflexively, but with Gabe on one side and Kate the other, she had two people moving her limbs and she let them. “The driver.”

  His voice was low but clearly audible.

  “Then don’t make me say it louder. Spread. Your. Legs.”

  She inched them open a little, staring at the rearview mirror and trying to figure out exactly what the driver could see if he looked back.

  When Gabe slid a hand under her knee, lifted it, and hooked her thigh over his leg, she gasped. Loudly. Her hands were already pushing down against his when Kate did the same on her right. The overlapping edges of her wrap skirt still covered her as she sat spread-eagled and draped over the two of them in the back seat of a Checker taxi, but she could feel cool air hit the crotch of her panties, making it clear that she’d soaked through them in her arousal.

  Kate’s fingers were the first to slide under her skirt.

  “Thanks for picking up the tab, Gabe.” She traced a line up and down the inside of Callie’s thigh with her nails. It tickled, and Callie jerked her thigh in reflex, but Kate had one hand holding her down.

  “Any time, lady. Watching the two of you is worth every penny.”

  Gabe’s hand was mimicking Kate’s, teasing back and forth on her thigh. But where Kate had slipped her hand beneath Callie’s skirt, Gabe was pushing it out of the way, bit by bit, exposing a little more skin each time his hand stroked back and forth. Her leg was already bared to mid-thigh and as soon as she spotted what he was doing, Kate made sure to catch up on her side.

  Their fingers were drifting closer to Callie’s panties and the ache in her cunt was threatening to turn into actual pain. She looked down and watched their hands, Gabe’s larger, scarred fingers and Kate’s paler, more delicate ones, moving over her body. Her skirt was pushed back to her hips and if she hadn’t been wearing underwear, her pussy would be on display. She saw her hips move and wondered how long she’d been rocking them, pressing her cunt into the seat, trying to get some pressure on her clit where she needed it. She heard a moan slip out and bit her lip to try to keep it from happening again.

  She dropped her head back on the seat and stared at the ceiling of the cab, the neon lights and streetlamps of Clark Street casting arcing streaks on the fuzzy fabric. Callie thought her tormentors were still talking, something about Gabe being a bastard at cutthroat, or just a bastard all around, she couldn’t figure it out. The words didn’t make sense anymore, and she gave up the struggle and just concentrated on not. Making. Noise.

  As if they’d planned it, their fingers hit her pussy at the same time. Gabe pushed her panties to the side and slid his fingertips through the slick wetness between her legs. Callie opened her mouth and tried to pant quietly. He teased her with one finger for a moment before shoving two fingers up her cunt without warning.

  “Ah!” She couldn’t contain her gasp, high and breathy. She knew the cab driver had to be able to hear her, so she kept her eyes shut, feeling Gabe’s thick fingers moving in and out, so slow. So good. Heat flooded her body. Her face felt like a furnace. Her nipples were tight, hard, and she was moments from dragging Kate’s hand up to her breasts when she felt a hand slip down the front of her panties and one finger head straight for her clit, circling around it over and over. Kate was busy.

  “Oh god, ahhh, god.” She couldn’t help it. Her hips were still rocking as Gabe fucked her with his fingers and all she needed was for Kate to touch her fucking clit, please, right now. Her breathing was harsh and loud and she didn’t give a shit who was watching.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted beneath her breath.

  Kate shifted her hand, suddenly rubbing hard on her clit. She pulled on Callie’s knee again, stretching her legs even further open. The movement tugged on Callie’s groin muscle, pushed her pussy forward onto Gabe’s finger so she was fucking herself even harder against his hand. Callie snapped her head back, swallowing a cry as
heat spilled over her and washed her climax from her pussy to her toes to her ass. Lightning fast, Gabe pulled his free hand off her leg and pinched her nipple hard. The sharp pain shot up her spine and blew the top of her head off, a second pulse of climax. She clenched her cunt around his fingers, beating her fist against his thigh.

  At last, she slumped forward, dropping her head. They’d melted her spine. Kate pulled her fingers from Callie’s underwear and from beneath her curtain of hair, Callie saw the pale hand slip from her lap. Callie turned her head in Kate’s direction, giving an exhausted puff of breath to blow her own hair out of her eyes. She was just in time to see Kate, looking right back at her, lift those fingers, and put them in her mouth.

  Kate sucked for only a moment, her lips pursed. The wet pop of suction breaking was audible in the cab. Callie saw the driver’s head twitch and knew if he’d heard that, he’d heard her climax, too. The same way she knew Kate’s mouth would taste like her own pussy.

  She was still breathing hard when her brain started to process words again. Kate had pulled her skirt down just a little and one of Gabe’s palms was rubbing firmly against her thigh, anchoring her back in her body.

  “See what I mean?” Gabe was asking. His voice was conversational, as if two of his fingers weren’t still up her cunt.

  “Oh, yeah. She’s so easy to play with. And she gets so wet.”

  They were talking about her. Out loud. In a cab.

  God, she just couldn’t be bothered to give a shit. Her bones were still reforming beneath her skin.

  “Don’t you wanna know, though? What she’d have said if she won?”

  “Mmm, yes. Now I do.”

  Callie lifted her head and looked from Gabe to Kate and back again.

  “Holy shit. Do anything you want to me.”

  Kate lifted an eyebrow.

  “I’m serious. I no longer have an opinion. Just put me where you want me and tell me what to do.”

  She shook her head and laughed a little. How she’d thought she’d be the one in control in this trio was a mystery now. She was unsure and hesitant and they…were not. And although Callie had thought she wanted to reignite the brash, adventurous version of herself from so long ago, letting these two take charge was so much easier.

  And hot.

  Says the girl who just got finger-fucked in a taxi by two people at once. Yes, it’s fucking hot. No shit.

  “I so like a submissive girl.”

  Gabe chuckled. “See, now, Kate says that like she doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body. But just watch.”

  Gabe lifted his chin in Kate’s direction, his eyes heavy-lidded and a hint of a smile on his face. Callie turned to the woman at her side. The woman who’d just had her hand down Callie’s panties, her finger on her clit, listening to the sound of Callie panting and making little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat as she and Gabe pushed her to orgasm.

  She felt the point of Gabe’s chin press into her shoulder. He was looking at Kate, face alongside Callie’s, mouth next to her ear.

  “Unbutton her shirt.”

  Callie lifted her hand and waited for Kate to protest. Kate’s eyes were locked on Gabe and she didn’t look pleased.

  But she didn’t say a word.

  Callie started pushing buttons through buttonholes. After two, she paused. A tiny black satin bow was visible where the cups of Kate’s bra met between her breasts. She braced her right hand against the thigh next to hers. No softness there, but a quadriceps that distracted her for a moment with its strength. “Shit. Your thigh’s like a rock.”

  “Kate’s a runner. Legs of steel.”

  Callie dragged her hand down Kate’s thigh and squeezed the hard muscle that flexed under her palm. Pictured her flying down the lakefront running path, feet pounding the trail, face flushed, skin damp with sweat. Gabe’s voice in her ear was low. “Keep going. All of them.”

  Kate’s shirt was untucked. When Callie was done, she could see the pale skin of Kate’s stomach and the wink of her bellybutton above the low rise of her dark jeans. The glint of a brass button at the top of the zipper caught Callie’s eye, a temptation that made her nervous—she knew what came next—but Gabe had other plans.

  “Touch her.”

  When Callie hesitated again—Kate still hadn’t moved an inch, her shirt hanging open, her black lace bra clearly visible—Gabe’s voice in her ear deepened and grew curt.

  “Her tits, Callie. Put your hands on her tits.”

  She knew they were close to Gabe’s place. They’d been in the cab long enough to drive to Chinatown, it felt like, but she didn’t know how much further she could push this game of public exposure. It had felt dangerous enough when Gabe and Kate had their hands up her skirt, but she’d been able to tell herself that the cab driver couldn’t see anything down that low. Kate, on the other hand, was sitting up straight, chest thrust proudly forward, even as the open folds of her cherry red shirt fell slightly to the side, revealing so much of her bra that Callie could see the darker circles of her nipples through the lace. Those nipples were hard and pointed and Callie couldn’t take her eyes off them.

  Anyone looking in the back seat, from the cabbie to a car pulled up next to them at a stop light, would see Kate.

  Kate, who wasn’t saying a word. But hadn’t flinched either.

  Callie cupped her hand and lifted it beneath Kate’s breast. The soft round weight was heavy in her palm, the lace vaguely scratchy against her skin. She disliked the thought of it being uncomfortable for Kate. Kate’s nipple was just above the knuckles of Callie’s index finger, and she dragged her thumb across the tight bud. A sudden lift as Kate inhaled sharply was the only reaction.

  She flicked Kate’s nipple again with her thumb. And again. She could feel it growing harder with each touch, and Kate’s eyelids were dropping, her nostrils flaring with her heavier breathing. No sound. Callie could smell lemons again, and wondered if Kate was flushing. It was too hard to tell in the ever-changing lights from outside the car.

  “Good. But she likes it harder, our Kate does. Pinch it.”

  Hearing the words was a blood-heating turn-on, and Callie’s pussy spasmed, reminding her that Gabe still had his fingers shoved up there.

  “You like it when I make you touch her, don’t you? I can feel it.” He waited for her answer.

  “Yes.” Her whisper was harsh, a shout next to Kate’s mute silence.

  “You’re still so wet. I can smell you, Callie.” He pulled his fingers back until the tips of them just brushed the edge of her lips, and then hilted them inside her, his thumb lining up to press on her clit. He squeezed his hand against her, inside and out. Callie felt the heat gathering again in her cunt. “Pinch her nipple, Callie.”

  She kept her hand cupping Kate’s breast and brought her thumb and index finger together. Kate’s nipple was hard between her fingers as she pinched it and rolled it back and forth a little.

  Kate’s gaze shifted from Gabe to Callie. A muscle twitched in Kate’s cheek as she locked her jaw shut.

  “Harder.” Gabe’s wicked voice, still at her ear.

  The lace made it hard to feel. She moved her hand until she could work her fingertips under the lace edge of the bra cup and slide her fingers inside. Kate’s skin was warm and soft like sueded silk. The pebble of her nipple was rough and came to a sharp point. Callie pinched. Hard.

  Kate’s eyes closed in an instant, her head tilting back as she inhaled sharply, the only sign of any reaction to Callie’s touch.

  “See? She’s trying to hide it, ’cause she’s pissed that I’m making her do this in the cab, but that’s what she likes.” He flexed his fingers in Callie’s cunt, and she lifted her ass off the seat for a moment, riding his hand. “When you suck her clit, do it just like that.”

  Callie was breathing harder now, but got hung up on what Gabe said.

  “Wait, if she doesn’t like it, I don’t want to—”

  “She likes it. And she doesn’t.” Cal
lie kept her eyes on her own hand, touching and stroking and pinching again as Gabe’s low voice rumbled in her ear. “Kate doesn’t roll over for anyone willingly, but she gets off on public display and some humiliation. It’s a little kink that gives her a thrill because it’s not what she does the rest of the time.”

  “Still.”

  “She’ll tell you to stop if she wants.”

  Kate opened her eyes and looked right at her. Callie could feel her arch her back a little, pushing her breast into Callie’s hand a little more firmly.

  “If you got your hands on her pussy right now, you could feel just how much she likes it.”

  Okay, non-verbal signals. I can work with that.

  Gabe sat up straight suddenly, and Callie felt his absence at her back, like a cold spot in an otherwise warm room. She leaned forward a little as the cab pulled sharply to a halt near the curb. Before she could blink, Gabe removed his hand from under her skirt. Kate just pulled her jacket closed in front and held the lapels together with one hand.

  “We’re here.”

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  She recognized the faded red brick single story warehouse building that had been Gabe’s home since he’d arrived in Chicago fifteen years ago. It looked like the entryway was new, with a keypad for ringing up residents in lieu of the rocks she used to throw at his windows. But the graffiti on the walls and the bars on the high, narrow windows were unchanged. No one rehabbed for pretty exteriors in this industrial corridor. She felt her nerves start to vibrate again at the thought of what would happen inside.

  She slid across the bench seat and followed Kate out of the cab on the curb side while Gabe got out in the street. She pulled her wallet out of her bag, but Gabe waved her off over the roof of the cab.

  “I got the taxi. Heads up.” He tossed a set of keys on a ring and Callie snagged them out of midair. “Kate, you know what to do.”

  Callie turned to Kate and held out the keys. To her relief, the younger woman was smiling again as she took them, still holding her coat shut with one hand.