A/N: Didn't beta so spot me any errors you come across. Was supposed to be ready for Kat's birthday but alas, my muse had other plans. My dedication still stands though:)
"I think I'll start here," Cal trailed his fingertips up Gillian's calf.
Her eyes fluttered lightly as his touch kept her from drifting off to sleep. She was naked and spent in his bed, after having devoted the entire evening to devouring each other in every way that they could. Taking advantage of the empty house, the lovers had systematically moved from the kitchen, to the lounge and then the staircase to finally end up in Cal's bedroom, leaving the remains of their unbridled passion in their wake.
"They will be punished," he continued as he brought his mouth to her leg and nipped lightly at it. "For taunting me in those heels all these years." He moved his attention all the way up her leg, blazing a trail of fire at every touch of his lips, and ended at her inner thigh.
"For torturing me with their look-but-can't-touch attitude." Cal bared his teeth and the nipping became biting.
It was hard enough to cause pain but not hard enough to stop the pleasure from circling in a warm pool between Gillian's legs. She let out a low, drawn out moan and the sound made Cal's already hard cock throb with yearning.
"And this," He heard Gillian's breath catch suddenly at the feel of his warm breath on her clit. "-will get the biggest punishment of them all."
"Oh god, Cal," her voice was wrought with desire.
"Shhh," he quieted her. "No talking."
Cal used his thumb to tease at her swollen nub, while he let a finger play at her entrance.
"What?"
He removed his hand from her and Gillian groaned in dismay at the sudden loss of sensation.
"My game; my rules." He eyed her mischievously.
Gillian started to protest but changed her mind when Cal straightened. She pursed her lips tightly to keep from speaking and watched him. Waited. A smile crept slowly onto his face and he nestled between her legs again, feeling himself get considerably harder as he breathed in her sweet smell. He brought his thumb to her clit again and started stroking it lightly. Without further fuss he slipped two fingers inside her - her wetness making the act an easy one. Gillian rocked her hips and pushed down on his hand, the increase in pressure sending her to new heights. Cal taunted her with a flick of his tongue and felt her writhe in response. Then he stopped.
"I think I'll leave this one for last," he teased and moved on. He needed to retain control and being that close to her deep pink presented a challenge that Cal wasn't quite ready for.
"Now these hips," he drew small circles with his finger, eliciting a quiver from Gillian. "They must be punished," Cal placed a kiss on her pelvis. "For mocking me in their perfectly tailored dresses."
He took a piece of her creamy skin between his teeth and Gillian ran her fingers through his hair, careful not to make a sound as she tilted her hips to him - beckoning him back to the swollen, hungry confines of her candy kiss.
"For screaming at me about the secrets they kept hidden," he ignored her, "the skill they could pleasure me with."
Cal traced wet kisses all along her abdomen up to her full breasts and heard Gillian's breathing get heavier when he reached her hardened nipples. His aching cock throbbed against her thigh and it was all he could do to not have his way with her right then. But he persevered; he had to keep to the game plan.
"And these," he let his moist lips graze her nipple and felt as her hips started their rhythmic rocking against his groin. She was driving him crazy.
"The biggest teasers of them all." He taunted her with his tongue, all the time aiming to elicit a sound from Gillian but the doctor didn't give him the satisfaction. Her lesson had been learned.
A soft glow of perspiration had formed on Gillian's forehead as she concentrated on staying silent – her mind disciplined but her body moving of its own accord, urgently rubbing itself against any inch of Cal it could find. His kisses moved slowly up to her collar bone and then her neck, where he lingered to drink in her familiar honey almond smell. Gillian felt his breath on her cheek as his mouth made its way along her jaw. She parted her lips in anticipation and lifted her head, her tongue hungrily darting out for him. But Cal was too quick in his retreat and she ended up barely brushing his lips.
"Dammit, Cal," her frustration was clear as she fell back onto the pillows.
In one swift movement Cal had positioned himself on top of her and, supporting his weight on one elbow, brought his cock to Gillian's already trembling entrance.
"What was that, love?" He dared her to speak. Gillian held his gaze unwaveringly, he was having too much fun with her. She needed to get a hold of herself. At the same time, she was not willing to sacrifice what was about to happen and knowing Cal, he really would stop what he was doing. So she met his gaze - defiant but selfishly silent.
Cal, his eyes not leaving hers, slipped his head into the slick warmth and pulled it out again. Gillian's body shuddered beneath his and he could feel that he was slipping further and further away from the measured control he had started with. Again, he slowly slipped in his tip. This time he kept it there, letting the feeling of almost-but-not-quite send Gillian over the edge. She clawed at his back as she tried to push him deeper but her efforts were in vain.
"Easy does it, Love," he whispered. "All good things come to those who," He slid into her completely then and she accepted him easily - her walls immediately contracting around him.
Gillian's climax was hard and consuming (and quiet). She clung to him as unspeakable pleasures swelled and surged through her entire being to find her nerve endings, where they enjoyed a scintillating repose. Her body mapped a mold around his shaft with no intention of release - wanting more, wanting him to fill her entirely, not being able to get enough. Cal pulled out again but before she could protest, he drove into her with such force she cried out. She stiffened as her own voice surprised her and expected her lover to stop what he was doing. But he didn't. Intsead, the motion was repeated, he thrust into her again and again until they found their rhythm; grinding hips and searching mouths telling of the love and lust each held for the other.
"Cal," she breathed the word, grateful the game had been abandoned and allowed herself to drown in him and the sensations he was orchestrating throughout her body. His movements became faster at the sound of her voice; more urgent.
"Harder," the moan was barely comprehensible but she grabbed at his butt and pulled him into her with added force to drive the message home.
Cal lifted himself for leverage, balancing on outstretched arms; flat palms on either side of her head. He was close. Gillian wasn't. He followed her cue and thrust into her harder and faster; bringing his fingers to her center, he worked an urgent kind of magic. Gillian felt the familiar tingling in her core and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her body start its ascent toward another climax. Cal's breath came in short, hot bursts in her neck and she felt him relinquish control as he emptied himself inside her at the precise moment she was sent into ecstasy.
He was still in the throes of his climax when, "Dad!" Emily's voice rang through the house.
Cal's head shot up from the spot in Gillian's neck where he had buried his face to muffle his call to god not a minute before. Taking for granted the fact that they were alone; the bedroom door was left ajar.
"Dad?" She was closer now. Cal quickly rolled from Gillian.
"Dad, are you-"
He had just about managed to cover himself with the sheet he had to scavenge from the floor when he looked up to find a wide-eyed Emily staring back at him. Out of breath and glowing from his recent workout, he decided that feigning anger would be the quickest way to get rid of her.
"You make a habit of just walking into people's personal space without knocking?"
"The door was open." Emily's shocked gaze moved from Cal to the defined bundle under the sheets next to him. "Who's that?" she asked innocently enough.
They hadn't really discussed the openness of their relationship but for the past few weeks, Cal and Gillian had pretty much existed in their own little bubble. The sneaking around added to the passion that was already seeping out of their pores. Stealing meaningful glances when others were around; moments of lust and hunger stilled in the confines of his study, bedroom, kitchen, staircase, car, her bedroom, shower, kitchen, car. They could not get enough of each other, as if they had to make up for all the years they were not together. It was thus, upon hearing Emily's voice, that Gillian's knee-jerk reaction was to pull the sheets up over her head.
Cal followed Emily's gaze to the conspicuous form next to him and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, as if he too had just learned of her presence. In his flurry to retain his dignity before his daughter walked in on them, he had missed Gillian's duck for cover.
"It's just my pillow, sweetheart," he said as he tried to hide his amusement.
"Did you find him?" A terrifyingly familiar voice came from behind Emily and the smirk on Cal's face fell away.
"Oh, nice Cal, really." Zoe chastised from beside Emily, arms folded across her chest.
"What?" Cal gave an innocent shrug. "It's my pillow."
"Em, go downstairs."
"I want to know who's under there." Emily's protests fell on deaf ears as she was ushered from the bedroom by Zoe, who closed the door behind her.
"Coast is clear, darling," Cal spoke to his sheet.
Gillian's arms exited first and she freed herself from her makeshift hideout. Cal laughed at the sight of her - face flushed and hair .
"I'm glad you think this is funny," she said, delivering a slap to his arm.
"You worked for the Pentagon and that's the best you could come up with?" He was really laughing now, reveling in Gillian's humiliation.
"How am I going to get out of here?" Gillian jumped up and started clutching at her clothes on the floor.
Cal licked his lips hungrily as he let his eyes feast on her while she hurriedly dressed herself.
"Looks like you're missing something." Gillian looked up to see him motion toward her crotch as her bare lady parts disappeared behind the buttons of her jeans.
"Cal, your wife and daughter are downstairs. How am I going to get out of here?"
Her panicked state did little to rattle Cal, who reclined comfortably, his sheets abandoning their original purpose as his hip flexors peeked seductively from their cover; a light trail of hair on his pelvis drew Gillian's eyes to the promise beneath the white covers. She shook her head to restore her focus and started pacing the room.
"Firstly, she's my ex," Cal corrected her, "and you could aways shimmy out the window?" he proffered. Gillian walked over to it and looked out.
"I was joking," he laughed again when he realized that she was actally considering it.
"It's not so bad," she said, ignoring him. "I can make it. Sure I can." Gillian spoke more to convince herself than him. "Tuck and roll, right?" She turned to find an astounded Cal looking back at her. "Don't just lay there – go downstairs and keep them distracted."
Cal rose slowly and started getting dressed under Gillian's impatient gaze.
"Some time today would be great."
"I'm going, I'm going," he said and planted a quick kiss on her cheek before he left.
"You," Cal started as he walked into the kitchen where Emily and Zoe were seated, "were only supposed to be back tomorrow." He grabbed the pack of crisps Emily was eating and made them his own.
"Mom talked me into throwing a going away party so we decided to come back early. Who's the girl?" Emily quickly and not surprisingly got straight to the point.
"So you're staying then?" Cal asked Zoe, not bothering to mask his disappointment or his blatant avoidance of Emily's question.
"Of course I'm staying. I'll head back once I know my daughter's safely on her way to Holland."
"Oh so you're staying that long?"
Zoe's response was a resigned eye-roll and then, "Who's the girl, Cal?"
He shifted uncomfortably and leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest.
"What are you two on about? I told you what it was."
A loud knock stopped Emily's retort as she was about to make it. The three looked from one to the other before Zoe finally made a move to open the back door.
"Gillian, hi." Zoe stepped aside to let a relatively flustered looking Gillian in.
Her greeting to Emily was missed as the girl jumped up and ran to her father who had subsequently started choking.
"Dad, are you okay?" she asked as she hit him hard on the back.
The coughing and whooping subsided and Cal straightened. "Wrong pipe," he croaked as he met the alarmed stares from both his past and present. The last thing he expected was to see the good doctor in his kitchen after she was supposed to have made her stealthy getaway.
"Alright, Foster?" He hoped he sounded as nonchalant as he intended.
"Actually, no," the nervousness came through as distress and did well to sell her act. "My car broke down not too far from here."
"Oh yeah?" Cal played along, remembering that Gillian had gone in to work with him that morning and now obviously, needed a ride home.
"Do you think you could give me a ride?" Gillian had her best game face on and could feel the glances from Emily and Zoe flitting between her and Cal as they spoke.
"Yeah, yeah of course, let's go." Cal shoved the crisps into Zoe's hands as he made to follow Gillian who couldn't leave the house fast enough.
"This conversation isn't over!" he heard Emily call as he closed the door behind them.
They were barely inside when Gillian saw Cal's shirt fly past her head. She turned to find him hastily undressing.
"Well come on then," he said as he unbuckled his belt.
"Cal, we don't have to have sex every time we're-" the end of Gillian's sentence faded.
Cal had stepped out of his jeans and she immediately noticed his hard on as it strained against his boxers. She inhaled deeply and forced her eyes to meet his again. What she found was the hunger and lust that she had become so familiar with lately.
"Yeah," Cal said as he moved toward her, "that's what I thought."
He swept her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. Gillian felt his hands tighten on her waist as he hoisted her into the air and she wrapped her legs around him.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!"
She didn't know what startled her more; the scream from Cal or her ungraceful descent from his arms as she hit the ground.
"Fuck!" He cursed as he doubled over and held his back. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Gillian couldn't help herself and laughed at the sight.
"Are you okay?" She got up slowly and tried to steady him. "Cal, honey?" when he didn't answer her.
"Fine. I'm fine." His voice was strained and he exhaled slowly as he attempted to come upright.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to carry yourself to the bedroom though, darling. I'll take it from there."
"Oh no," Gillian chuckled. "You're not taking anything tonight." She took hold of his arm and ushered him to her couch.
"I have to finish what I started," he protested.
"Cal, you're not exactly in your prime anymore. You can't go at it the way we've been without taking a break."
"Way to deflate a man's ego, Foster. Among other things," he added, gesturing to his fading hard-on.
"Sit," she ordered and pushed him down onto the couch. The motion clearly caused him pain as his face crumpled in a grimace.
"Easy does it, Love."
"Okay, now you stay there and I'm going to make us some tea."
"This is so embarrassing." Cal grabbed at one of the cushions and covered his face.
Gillian tried hard to bite back her laughter and patted his knee in exaggerated sympathy. "It's okay. I'm sure you'll make up for it tomorrow."
"If by tomorrow you mean in two or three days then yeah, I'll come out guns blazing," he said from under the cushion then lifted a corner of it to add, "And by guns, I mean cannon."
This time she did laugh as she went to the kitchen, leaving him to nurse his back and bruised ego.
Cal tried to remember the last time he had had to sneak into his own house. He made a noiseless entrance into the dark kitchen and started for the refrigerator when the lights suddenly came up.
"Did Gillian move to another city?" Zoe's voice drifted at him from somewhere close. He squinted as his eyes tried to adjust to the brightness.
When eventually he saw her standing right in front of him he responded, "What are you on about?"
"You've been gone for three hours."
"Believe it or not, all we did was talk." He sidestepped her and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Emily couldn't wait up for you. She wanted to talk about tomorrow night."
"I'll catch her in the morning. Not a problem." He leaned against the counter and gave Zoe the once over. "Why are you still here? If I may ask."
"I was doing laundry," she responded drily and tossed a jiffy bag at Cal. Surprised by the projectile coming for his head, Cal stumbled to catch it without dropping his beer.
"She's probably going to want that back."
He inspected the bag's contents and it didn't take him long to recognize Gillian's white cotton undies folded neatly inside. He looked up to find Zoe giving him a wry smile which he returned with an innocent shrug.