CHAPTER 14: Lady in Red

Marcus’s eyes stayed on the brooding Calvin and his lips twitched. What was the need of coming here, if they were not allowed to have some fun!

Marcus, ever the instigator, walked closer to him with his perpetual smile widening as he nudged Calvin's arm.

"Come on, man. You can't keep pining over whosoever girl. Look around, plenty of women are here tonight who could make you forget her.”

Calvin gave him an exasperated look, downing the glass of alcohol, “I'm not in the mood.”

“You don't have to be. She will handle that,” he winked.

Calvin's gaze drifted across the room, as the whiskey burned a path down his throat, trying to focus on his friend's words, but his mind kept slipping back to Penelope's blue eyes and her amazing figure.

Then, amidst the throng, he spotted her — a woman with long wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her body moving with hypnotic grace to the beat. She seemed to embody the raw energy of the night, her tight red dress hugging every curve, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the sway of her wide hips.

Calvin stared at her for a while feeling a sensation stir within him and drawn like a moth to flame, he set his glass down and approached, the crowd parting just enough for him to catch her eye.

Their flirtation ignited instantly; she smiled, pulling him closer with a finger hooked into his shirt, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered something playful about his intense stare.

Calvin smirked, “Care to give your name, Gorgeous?”

She giggled, “You can call me Olivia.”

Within moments, their bodies pressed together, as his hands explored her body with urgent need. His fingers traced the soft skin of her waist, sliding up to cup the firm weight of her breasts through the thin fabric, while she ground against him, her arousal evident in the way her bum pressed teasingly against his hardening bulge.

Marcus watched them with a sly grin, satisfied with the match and then focused on the three women entertaining him.

As Calvin and Olivia stumbled into a dimly lit private booth, the world outside fading to a distant throb, her lips found his in a fierce kiss, her tongue delving deep as she unbuckled his pants with swift hands.

Calvin groaned slightly as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft, stroking with a rhythm that matched the club's bass, her own moans mixing with his as he slipped a hand under her dress to find her wet and ready.

He thrust a finger inside her slick folds, feeling her tighten around him, the raw heat of their connection pulling a moan from her lips. But even as pleasure surged, Penelope's face crept in, a shadow over the moment, making him question if this frantic coupling was just another hollow escape.

He didn't like it and the reaction caused him throw Olivia roughly unto the bed. She squealed, thinking she was the cause of the ferocity and she spread her legs wider.

“Ahh, just like that….”

She arched beneath him, her breasts heaving as he entered her fully, their bodies moving north and south in harmony, yet Calvin's was mind fractured, torn between the exquisite grip of Olivia's pussy and the unresolved ache of thinking of Penny.

For a moment, as he thrusted into Olivia, he saw Penny in her. With her thick hair sprawled on the pillow, her blue eyes staring at him with a sensual glaze as she moved under him and moaned his name.

Cal…vin.

That seemed to make everything worse.

Olivia's nails dug into his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his thrusts with a fervor that should have consumed him entirely, but then, she heard a whisper from him,

“Pene…lope, Penny..”

She frowned, but didn't stop the up and down movement.

Calvin felt the slick heat of her pussy clenching around his cock, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, her breasts bouncing with every movement as he leaned down to capture a hardened nipple between his lips, sucking greedily.

But the continuous intrusion of Penny into his thoughts made his rhythm falter. He pictured her elegant form, the way she might tilt her head as she stared at him and the contrast hit him like a wave, turning the raw physical bliss into a hollow hitting of wet skin.

Sensing his distraction, Olivia pulled back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gripped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice a mix of frustration and hurt.

Her eyes, once hazy with lust, now sharpened with annoyance, and he froze, still buried inside her but the warmth of her body suddenly felt like a trap.

"You're here with me, but you're not. God, you're somewhere else entirely. Is this just a game to you?" Her words stung, and he stared with a frown.

Shit. He was hopeless.

With a muttered apology that felt inadequate even to his own ears, Calvin withdrew, his cock slipping from her with a wet, reluctant glide that left them both exposed and unsatisfied.

He sprang to his feet, pulling up his pants hastily, feeling the cool air hitting his still-hard length and he gritted his teeth.

Olivia laid there, her dress disheveled, and a look of bewildered anger crossing her features as he turned away, walking away from the room and her.

The fuck?! Her jaw fell watching him leave.

As Calvin walked back into the noise of the crowd, he found Marcus and instantly drew him from where he sat.

“Hey-hey man! What's up? That was a quick one. Did you like –”

“We're leaving now.” Calvin deadpanned as he dragged Marcus to the entrance.

“But, we are not –”

“No buts. Get into the damn car. We are leaving.” Calvin hissed and Marcus rolled his eyes.

He thought meeting with the woman would calm his tense nerves, but it seemed it even worsened.

What the hell happened between them in there?