by Tyler, Q. B.
“I’m not wearing panties.”
“Oh God.” He grits his teeth. “Do not show me your pussy, Madeline Shaw, I fucking mean it.”
I whimper at his use of my full name. I pinch my clit and I shudder in his arms as my body begins to climb. “Holy shit, Cal. Oh God, touch me. Please.”
“Please don’t ask me to do that.” His voice is hoarse and just as pleading as mine.
My mouth falls open as I throw my head back, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I climb higher and higher towards the climax. I add another finger fucking myself with two while my thumb continues to stroke my clit. “Caaaaal.” My eye twitches behind my lids just as it always does when the orgasm brewing is particularly powerful and for a second, I feel like I’m paralyzed. Nothing works except for the three fingers inside of my pussy. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I’m not one hundred percent sure I’m even breathing. I’m vaguely aware my left hand is digging into his thigh and my hips are moving on their own against my hand. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, you fucking are,” he groans in my ear, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he’s been talking this whole time and I’ve just missed it. “Is it my fingers inside of you? My tongue? Or my cock? Tell me, Maddie. What are you thinking about?”
“Your…t—tongue. Oh God! Yes!!” I scream as visions of Cal’s tongue flicking my clit pushes me over the edge. His lips are on my temple, trailing down my cheek and I vaguely hear him tell me that I’m a good girl. That I’m perfect. And nothing in the world is more beautiful than me. I feel exhausted with it being my third orgasm that day when I feel him pulling my hand out from between my legs. I barely catch a glimpse of it, glistening with my juices when his lips wrap around them.
“I knew I shouldn’t have tasted you. But I couldn’t help it. I had to know.” I hear him still sucking on my fingers and that bundle of nerves between my legs that is still pulsing suddenly intensifies. Holy shit, am I not done?
“Cal…please touch me.”
“No, Maddie. If I touch you, I’ll want to taste you and if I taste you, I’m going to want to fuck you. I can’t touch you. I can’t fuck you.”
“But…”
“No, Madeline.” He tenses beneath me and I briefly wonder if he’s coming to his senses and is about to make me move from his lap. I turn to face him and sit between his legs.
“Can I touch you?”
He swallows and shakes his head. “Please don’t.”
“What if…just like earlier?” I ask as I place my hands on his thighs. I slowly move them up higher until they are bracketed around his dick. I squeeze and I see his cock jump. “What if I just sat on it right now…and rubbed on it for a while. Would that be okay?” He swallows and I don’t take it as a no so I make my move, climbing into his lap and straddling him. “This isn’t wrong.”
He rolls his eyes shut and puts his hands over them before scratching his beard. “This is all kinds of wrong, Maddie.”
“We aren’t having sex.” Yet, my mind adds and I pray on all that’s holy that my subconscious is correct. That eventually we’ll get there.
“You rubbing against my dick until we come is pretty high up on the list of things we shouldn’t be fucking doing.” I can hear the hesitation in his voice but I also hear the lust.
The want.
I can see the war behind his eyes over what to do, so I push him just a little harder.
“Shhh.” I begin to rub against him and I can feel the juices from my orgasm getting all over the inside of my leggings. The seam of the fabric grazes my clit with every swipe and I wonder if I’m going to come again. “You’re so hard. God, Cal. Is it all for me?” I wrap my arms around his neck as I begin to move faster against him. His hands find my hips and begin to control the speed, pushing and pulling me harder on him.
“Yes.” He hisses. “It’s for you.” His face tucks into my neck and I feel my nipples hardening as I brush against him. “Please don’t hate me one day for this,” he whispers so low that I almost miss it.
But I don’t.
I pull him away from my neck and shake my head. “What?” I stop moving and look him square in the eye. “I could never hate you. Jesus, Cal, I love you. This isn’t a crush or infatuation or some bizarre hero complex. I am full blown in love with you. Don’t you get that?” His eyes trail my face, my guess is, looking for a sign that I’m serious or that I’m unsure. I grab his face in my hands. “I know you may not be feeling what I’m feeling but…”
His lips cut mine off with a kiss so scorching I want to rip my clothes off. I begin to move again, to match the movements of our mouths. “I’m right there with you,” he whispers against my lips.
I HAVE OFFICIALLY LOST MY mind.
That is the only thing that would give plausible reason for my behavior the last three days.
Touching Maddie
Kissing Maddie
Tasting Maddie.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It wasn’t enough for me to touch her or kiss her or let her rub against me until I came in my pants like a fucking horny teenager, but I had to suck her orgasm off her fingers. I had to run my tongue over each of her tips, my brain memorizing the sweet taste of her arousal.
That was three days ago, and I can’t get that taste out of my mind. She tasted salty but sweet and I swear I keep running my tongue over every inch of my mouth in search of any hint of her flavor that may have lingered.
I knew it was a mistake to taste her even if it wasn’t from the source because all it did was unleash this beast lurking inside of me. One that wants to devour her. Pin her to the mattress and fuck her till she doesn’t know her own name.
Till she doesn’t know mine.
Till she calls me Daddy.
I wanted that precious gift she has tucked between her legs and I wanted to claim it as mine. I know from Aria—and because no guy has the balls to be sniffing around the police chief’s “little girl”—that she’s still a virgin…and I want to be that man that has the first taste.
I want to drive my cock so far into her sweet cunt that she’ll never want anyone else but me.
That’s the dangerous man that I’ve been trying to keep at bay. The one that has the power to ruin everything.
Ruin her.
Maddie, however, seems to be more than willing to spar with the beast and is doing her best to bring him out of hiding, which is why her warm body is pressed against me and wiggling against my morning wood.
Her soft sighs are doing nothing but making me harder and just when I’m ready to kick her out of bed so I can get some hold on my self-control she spins in my arms and stares up at me with those soft blue eyes.
She blinks several times, like she’s trying to convince herself that she’s in bed with me at 6 AM. “Morning.”
I try to pull out of her grasp but she holds tighter and snuggles closer to me, sliding her leg through mine and bumping my cock with her thigh. Her lips find my neck and she leaves feather-light kisses all the way from the back of my ear to the top of my shoulder and then back again.
I grip her around her waist and pull her closer despite the voices in my head telling me to put space between us. “Why are you up so early?” I turn my nose into her hair and breathe in her scent. Her shampoo smells like coconut and lime and I’ve grown accustomed to smelling it all over my pillow.
“Your mom will be here soon…” she trails off, “to start cooking.”
“Why did we agree to have it here this year?” I groan.
She sits up and half of me is grateful that she doesn’t sit in my lap. The top half. She pulls her hair over to one side exposing her slender, flawless neck to me and all I can think about is sinking my teeth into the skin and leaving a mark. Then make her wear her hair up so the world can see that someone claimed her. She belongs to someone who is possessive enough to leave his mark on her as a warning to fuck off.
I feel the beast clawing its way up my throat and urging me towards her. I’m vaguely aw
are that she’s speaking something about Thanksgiving and how we all thought it would be fun to have it here when I have her hauled into my lap and my lips on her neck. “Cal,” she whimpers, and just like that, I’m hard as a fucking rock.
Maddie has said my name probably a million times over the course of the past ten years and now, all of a sudden, my name falling from those pouty lips has me harder than granite. “Say my name again.” My voice is so gruff, I don’t even recognize it but the shiver that moves through Maddie alerts me that she does.
“Cal,” she yelps as I bite down on her flesh. I run my tongue over the skin, doing my best to soothe the sting of my teeth. Her hands find the back of my head and she pulls at the hair as she cocks her head more allowing me further access. I love how she opens herself up to me; whatever I want from her she gives me so blindly. She feeds the beast, and if I was a better man, I’d tell her to stop. Tell her to run. But I won’t. Because the beast in me is only responding to the one in her.
The one that’s been unleashed already and doesn’t seem to want to let me go without a fight.
“Cal, as much as I want to continue this, your mom said…Ah!” I bite down and she gasps.
“Don’t talk about my mother while you’re sitting on my dick.” I’m still sucking on her neck when she finally removes my lips from her. She puts her hands on my chest and stares at me with a scolding glare, but I can see the lust lurking beneath. Her eyes are dilated, but I can’t keep my eyes off the purple mark forming on her neck. I press my fingers to the space, admiring my work and shoot her a wicked glance.
“And how am I supposed to explain a hickey?” She bites her bottom lip because I know a part of her is turned on that I left a mark. My mark.
“Make something up. I don’t care what.”
“I’m going to have to say it’s some guy.”
“I wouldn’t.” It’s a warning that I hope she heeds. “Find a scarf,” I growl at her. If she thinks I’m willing to go along with some charade where some other man gets to touch her, she better think again.
“I don’t know where this caveman side of you came from.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “But I think I love it.” She hops off the bed before shooting me a conspiratorial wink. “He’ll be much easier to break.”
By the time I get downstairs, my mother is already in the kitchen, much to my dick’s and my disappointment. I’d had plans to sneak up behind Maddie and kiss her senseless until someone arrived. But it was probably for the best. Maddie still had three more days left off from school and with the way things were progressing between us, too much time alone together would probably end with my dick inside of her.
Feelings of shame flood my brain. No. I’d drawn that line in the sand. Under no circumstances could I fuck her.
This is just a phase. A weird phase where she’s figuring out how to transition me to the next phase in her life.
And what are you doing? my voice of reason, who’d been pretty fucking quiet up till now, finally speaks up.
I’m…trying to navigate a relationship with a soon to be eighteen year old girl that no longer reminds me of the girl I rescued when she was seven.
I’m a cop, and I know the rules of fooling around with an underage girl. I cringe at the rationalizations that are already creeping into my brain: that I haven’t touched her, I haven’t seen her naked, I haven’t fucked her. Yes, we’ve kissed a lot, and I’ve made her come…and she’s made me come…
“Mom.” I smile, as I enter the kitchen, trying my best to shake off my previous thoughts. Warm brown eyes that I swear have the ability to bring world peace smile at me from behind her glasses. Her hair is beginning to gray, but she’d been dying it for the past few years to combat that, so it is still the honey amber color that I’ve seen my whole life. She’d already taken her shoes off and is wearing the slippers she keeps here and has poured herself a glass of orange juice, that I wasn’t one hundred percent sure didn’t have champagne in it…or vodka.
My mother has had an ongoing relationship with alcohol ever since my dad split, and while it wasn’t enough for Henry and me to admit she had a problem, it lurked in the shadows of all our family dinners and interactions. “Cal! Hi, honey, happy Thanksgiving!” she chirps as she pulls me into a hug and squeezes. “My darling boy, you look good.” She puts her hands on my cheeks and squeezes them together to purse my lips. “Last few times I’ve seen you, you’ve looked tired. You look so well rested. No bags.” She points under my eyes.
I keep my eyes off of Maddie who is in the corner peeling potatoes, trying to ignore the fact that the reason I’ve been sleeping so well has been because she’s been sharing a bed with me. And what we’ve been doing before we succumb to sleep.
“Thanks, Mom, you look good too. Where’s Grant?” I ask about my not quite stepfather. Grant Donovan has been my mother’s boyfriend since I was about seven years old, so for all intents and purposes, he is my stepfather.
“Oh, I sent him to the store. I forgot milk, and you didn’t have any! Mads, I could have sworn you told me you had milk?”
“We do have milk, Margie.” She doesn’t turn around to look at us, but I can already see the sassy look on her face.
“No, that is water, dear.”
Maddie spins around and puts her hands on her hips and furrows her brow. I notice her hair is down, though she’s wearing a headband to keep her hair out of her face and a scarf to cover her neck over a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“Told you,” I tell her because, quite frankly, that skim milk shit is water.
It’s nearing noon. Grant and I are sitting in the living room watching the Lions game when I hear commotion in the hallway.
“That’s probably your brother,” Grant says and I immediately prepare for the worst. Grant is the manager at the largest bank in the city, has no kids of his own, has never been married, and has showered my mother with the love and attention that she didn’t get from her first marriage. They’d been living together since I left home, and I’m glad that my mom has someone to share her life with. Henry isn’t as accepting as I am, and the two have butted heads on more than one occasion.
“Can you two keep your shit together today?” I grit out as I take a sip of beer, indulging in alcohol since I have no plans to leave the house today. I work Christmas and New Year’s, so Thanksgiving is the day I took off unless there is an emergency.
Grant rubs a hand over his forehead. “I don’t have it in me for your brother’s dramatics today.”
“Careful,” I warn.
“Why can’t he be as cool as you, huh?” He pushes a hand through his full head of gray hair and lets out a groan.
Henry walks into the living room and immediately sits in the adjacent recliner without even a look in Grant’s direction. “Lions were winning when we left, they still have it?”
“Yeah, but Philly is on the three-yard line.”
“Fuckers,” Henry grunts.
“Hey, Henry.” Grant nods towards him and Henry looks at me before giving him a crooked smile.
“Grant.” He nods.
I roll my eyes at his petulance. “Where’s Aria?” I haven’t heard her high-pitched giggle once, so it’s safe to assume she isn’t here yet.
“Oh, she’ll be here later, she wanted to go to the gym first.” He’s waves me off as he continues to stare at the screen, his eyes not looking at me once while he talks, allowing mine to divert to the kitchen in hopes of catching a passing glimpse of Maddie.
When Maddie and I are in the same place, I’ve always been hyper-aware of where she is at all times. In the beginning, it was because I was so paranoid that something would happen to her. Child Protective Services was around quite a bit in the beginning. Not because they thought I was a poor choice, but they wanted to make sure that I was the best choice for Maddie. With me being a police officer, as well as Aria’s constant presence, not to mention the fact that it was obvious that Maddie had formed a connection with me, eventually
they backed off, but I was still scared shitless over raising a kid.
As she got older, that paranoia morphed into a sense of protectiveness. And now I feel that protectiveness morphing again into something else.
Possessiveness.
I want her near me. I want to feel her skin under my fingertips. I want her sitting in my lap, tucked under my chin as I rub her back. I want to feel her lips tracing my neck and her hands playing with my hair.
I look at Henry and Grant who are staring at the screen, and suddenly my need to have eyes on Maddie overwhelms me and I’m off the couch. “Want anything while I’m up?”
Grant shoots me a look that says you’re leaving me alone with him? Henry shoots me a similar look but more along the lines of: I’m going to fuck with him while you’re gone. I sigh and shake my head before heading into the kitchen.
Luckily, my mom has her back to me as she prepares the pie she’s making, so my eyes are free to roam over Maddie. I trail my eyes up the back of her legs and her perfect round ass that make my hands flex on their own accord as I remember gripping it last night. I wish I could see her sweet face, her lips, that tiny dimple that pokes out, her button nose, and those blue eyes, but her back is to me as well. She must feel my gaze because she turns around and meets my eyes instantly.
“Nothing is ready yet.” She cocks her head to the side and puts her hands on her hips. I can see the smile in her eyes and the one pulling at her lips, but luckily, her voice breaks me of my trance of openly staring at her just as my mom spins around.
“We’ll be ready to flip the turkey in a few though, so hang on.” She tells me as she holds up a finger.
I’ve managed to keep it together for the most part until Maddie goes upstairs to change, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to follow her. I don’t move from the spot and actually breathe a sigh of relief when she comes bouncing back down the stairs in jeans that look like they’re painted on her and a black turtleneck. A smirk finds my face as I realize why she has to cover up her neck, and I swear she shoots me a wicked look when our eyes briefly meet.
