Unconditional

by Tyler, Q. B.

  “Cal, before you fly off the handle, let me explain—” Her voice wavers and I notice she begins to crack her knuckles. I’ve worked with Aria for over a decade so I know when she’s rattled and all of her telltale signs are starting to show but I hope she’s not expecting mercy.

  “Explain what? How you’re stirring up trouble for no fucking reason?” I cross my arms and look down at her, continuing to stand to further assert my power and rattle her further.

  She points at the chair across the table. “Can you sit down?”

  Typical power play. “No.”

  “Cal…”

  “Tread lightly if you still want a job.”

  She makes a face of confusion and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t fire me, boss,” she snaps. “This is what’s best for Maddie.”

  “Staying with me is what’s best for her.”

  She slaps her hand against the table. “You say that now! But you both need some distance from each other.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “It means she is far too dependent on you, and you feed off of that. You feed off of her needing you. The more vulnerable she is the more you feel it’s your job to fix her. You’ve always been this way.”

  “She doesn’t need fixing, Aria. She’s perfect.” I immediately regret my choice of words. That didn’t particularly sound like a guy that is proud of the girl he raised. It sounded more like a man that is proud of the woman he is currently fucking.

  She sighs and shakes her head. “Maddie’s feelings for you are…changing, Cal. And the only way to help her get over it is distance. She can’t live here and be in your space. She’s confused and she’s just going to get hurt or…” she swallows and I can tell where she’s going, “you’re going to get hurt.” I hear the implications as loud as if she’d spoken the accusation aloud. If you touch Maddie, and people find out, you’re fucked.

  “I know that you love her, Cal,” she continues, “and anyone with eyes can see she’s crazy about you. But that’s the point I’m trying to make—you two have history and it’s just not right.” She crosses her arms. “You shouldn’t even be thinking of Maddie like that.”

  “Who said I am?”

  She shrugs. “Years of police training.”

  “Aria, look. Nothing is going on so—”

  “And it needs to stay that way. Maddie is moving out.” She points at my door and I have to take a breath before I explode.

  “You don’t have a fucking say. She’s eighteen in less than two days and last I checked I am her legal guardian.”

  Aria stares at me for a beat before she stands up with a long sigh. “You’re right, Cal. You are.” She begins walking towards the door before she stops and lets her head drop. “She’s already lost the people that were supposed to love her unconditionally. You do something…you go down a road you can’t come back from…” She turns around just as a large tear slides down her cheek. “It would break her to lose you too.”

  A sniffle breaks the silence after the door shuts and anxiety creeps up my spine as I think about Maddie sitting on the stairs, having heard everything that was said. I make my way to the stairs and stand at the bottom, watching Maddie sit in her usual spot when she eavesdrops. “What did I tell you about that?” A stream of tears is flowing down Maddie’s face, her blue eyes almost as clear as the ocean.

  She gives me her middle finger and then she’s bounding down the four remaining steps and into my arms. “I don’t want to leave. Please don’t make me go.”

  I think about Aria’s arguments and I feel them weighing on my chest. I could see the judgment in her eyes. The fear. The devastation. I hadn’t admitted anything but the words left unsaid hung in the air and cloaked us in tension.

  My body tightens around hers as I carry her up the stairs. I move into my bedroom and set her on the bed before dropping to my knees in front of her. “I’m so sorry,” I tell her and she frowns. “I should have been better prepared.” I shake my head, thinking about all the ways that this could have gone. “I knew it was coming, and it’s as if I didn’t even think to deny it. Deny us.” I drop my head to her lap and wrap my arms around her midsection, clutching her like she’s a life raft floating towards the treacherous waters of the future. “I acted like a man crazy in love with a woman.”

  She gasps and grabs my face, bringing her gaze to mine. “Don’t apologize. Never apologize for trying to protect…us. I love seeing that side of you.”

  “I only have one side, Madeline, and it’ll rip anyone apart who thinks they can take you from me.”

  “It’s been that way for a while, I think.” She licks her lips and it makes me want a taste of her tongue. “I’m eighteen, Cal. She can’t make me. I can’t leave you. I can’t…be away from you.”

  The thought of her being away from me makes my heart slam against my rib cage. I get off the floor and sit next to her on the bed and her body immediately reacts, as if it knows what it means to be in bed with me. She’s in my lap before I can reach for her and I hold her in place to prevent her from squirming against my dick. “I don’t want you away from me. Ever. I need you by my side every morning, every night, and when I get home from work.” I cup her cheeks and rub my lips against hers. “I just got you…I can’t give you up.” I look down at her and the pain in her eyes is a direct reflection of mine. Blue eyes that I could spend a full day getting lost in are filled with sorrow and guilt.

  “Promise I can stay,” she whispers as she rubs her fingertips over my lips. Her eyes are fixated on my mouth as if she’s hypnotized by it. I’m thankful not to be looking in her eyes, knowing I can’t refuse her anything when she bats them at me. It gives me a second to collect my thoughts.

  Is it the worst thing for some space? Maybe not permanently. But maybe for a month or two just while we gain our footing? Maybe just till the end of her school year?

  As if she can hear my thoughts and the fact that Aria’s words affected me more than I want to admit, her eyes jerk upwards and narrow into slits. “You’re gonna make me stay with Aria and Henry? Your brother who knows the truth?”

  I let out a breath knowing that this is going to be a battle getting her to agree. I’d never let her go with Aria and Henry. Henry is a wild card, and I know Maddie wouldn’t feel comfortable living there knowing that he knows the truth. She’s already nervous to be around him tomorrow. “Would you be open to staying with Margie?”

  “I can’t believe we are even discussing this!” She begins to move off my lap when I tighten my grip. I need her close to me. I want her to feel that she’s not the only one that’s hating this idea. That the idea of living without her under this roof like she has for the last ten years guts me.

  “Stop moving,” I order her but she doesn’t listen and continues to try and break free of my grip.

  “No, let me go, Cal.” She makes it off my lap and stands in front of me with her hands on her hips in that sexy as fuck way that makes me want to drill into her cunt until she loses the fucking attitude. “This is bullshit, and I don’t agree with it.”

  “Can we take it down with the attitude? You’re being a brat.”

  She stamps her foot and I almost chuckle at the beginnings of this tantrum. “How am I being a brat because I want to stay here?”

  “Because that’s not how it works!” I snap. “It’s not how any of this works.”

  “And that means…?”

  I drop my head into my hands and sigh. “Things are different between us and you living with me while we explore whatever this is…may not be the best idea.”

  Her bottom lip trembles and she wraps her arms around herself, rubbing her arms, and I wish I could have her back in mine. “How can you say that?”

  “Because I don’t want to get you pregnant for one. And the way we’ve been going at it the last week, if we keep this up, you’ll be knocked up by graduation. We aren’t using condoms and nothing is a hundred percent effective. I just mean…this much access to each other m
ight be…dangerous.”

  She crosses her arms, defiantly. “And the second thing?”

  “I don’t regret where we are or how we got here. But we need space to navigate this. Living together this early on in our relationship…is just too soon.” I trail off, and my eyes roam around my bedroom. Maddie’s room is just down the hall and yet it’s as if all of her stuff has moved into my bedroom. Her charger on the other side of my bed. Her laptop on my nightstand. The hair ties and pins from her dance buns that litter every surface of my room. She’s even left her toothbrush in my bathroom despite the fact that she has her own down the hall. “I’ve never lived with a woman. For years I just had…Well, you. But living with you now is different.”

  “Like…moneywise?” She winces. “You’ve never let me have a job but I can get one.”

  She can’t be fucking serious. I roll my eyes and move off the bed to pull her in my arms. “When have I ever not taken care of you?”

  “Well, it was different before…” I wince. “Before I was a dependent and now, I’m an equal…” She trails off as a blush paints her cheeks, like she isn’t sure if that’s true. “I can…pay for things,” she squeaks, and if I wasn’t so pissed off at her questioning my willingness to take care of her, I’d find her comment endearing.

  I grip her jaw and her cheeks turn even pinker. “It’s not different in that regard. I’ll always take care of you. You’ve never needed to worry about money before and you still don’t, okay? Now, I don’t want to talk about that again.” I tell her and she nods knowing not to push me. “It’s different because it is. I shouldn’t have to say this, but our relationship isn’t what it was. I know Maddie, the young girl who I met years ago. And now, there’s this woman, who I want to be with…” I pause and shoot her a hard glare. “I have to think of you as two different people, Maddie, or I won’t be able to live with myself. I can’t treat you the same way I’ve treated you in the past. We’re transitioning into new roles in each other’s lives and I think it’ll be harder under the same roof.”

  She lets out a breath and her lips form a pout, but at least she’s not crying. “I guess I can stay with Margie.”

  I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep when a warm, wet feeling engulfs my lower half. I’m vaguely aware that I’m naked, after spending the better part of the evening fucking the life out of Maddie and that was before I pinned her down and made love to her until she couldn’t breathe. The tears leaked out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks as I professed that nothing would change between us if she moved. We didn’t break contact once as Christmas Eve turned into Christmas Day and now, I wonder if we are gearing up for round whatever.

  It’s pitch black when my eyes open, and sure enough, I feel weight on top of me and hands on my chest. “Fuck.” I groan when I find her hips. I’m not inside of her, she’s rubbing herself against my dick, essentially using me to get off. My dick is hard and resting against my stomach as she rubs against me, letting me slide between her lips to rub her clit. “Baby, let me get the lights.” I turn on my lamp on the nightstand illuminating the room and she winces at the flood of light. I lick my lips, seeing her bare tits, her nipples pebbling and begging to be sucked. I trail my gaze down her stomach to where my cock is pressed against her cunt and my mouth drops open at the erotic sight. Her lips are stretched on either side of my dick and I can see that my cock, that’s leaking precum from its head is already glistening with her juices.

  I swallow, and all I want to do is impale her on my dick. I’m about to suggest doing just that when she opens her mouth. “I was thinking…” she whispers. She bites her bottom lip, and for a second, I’m so concentrated on that juicy fucking lip I want to bite that I forget she is still talking. “About what you suggested earlier?”

  “I’m sorry baby, what did you say?”

  “About…umm…sixty-nineing?” In the light of the room, her cheeks are almost bright red, and under any other circumstances, I might ask her what about this makes her so nervous. And maybe later…way later…four orgasms later, I’ll do that. But right now, all I care about is getting her pussy on top of my face.

  “Get up here,” I demand. I’d gone down on her no more than two hours ago. Her sweet, tangy flavor is still in my mouth, and yet I was fiending for another taste. I am so starved for that feeling of her quivering around my tongue when I suck her clit into my mouth, I am practically salivating. I want her to ride my face, take the orgasm and whatever else she wants from me all while she’s gagging on my cock. Taking more than she can handle as I fuck her mouth, bucking my hips against those pink, wet lips that never fail to make me lose control when she wraps them around me.

  She does as she’s told and just when she settles, with one leg on either side of my head, I grab her ass, bringing her lower. “Don’t be nervous,” I mumble against her pussy that’s already wet from her earlier rubbing. I press my lips to her sex, sliding my tongue between her folds and flicking her clit once with my tongue causing her to cry out. She grabs ahold of my cock and squeezes hard as the lust ebbs and flows through her. “Lick the tip, but don’t put me all the way in your mouth, Maddie. Just rub it against your tongue,” I tell her, wanting her to taunt and tease me, while I wring as many orgasms out of her sweet tiny body before I erupt down her throat. She does as she’s told, and I go in for the kill. Spreading her cheeks and digging my nails into the soft flesh as I lap at her sex indulging in her sweetness that tastes like home. Her arousal flows out of her, and I miss some of it as it trickles down my chin and onto my chest.

  Of all the women I’ve been with, Maddie undoubtedly gets the wettest. She’s the most responsive. The most eager to please. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a lover. She craves her own orgasm, chases it, tells me what she wants, and I’m thanked for my efforts with the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever witnessed.

  Orgasms that she’s dying to have every time. Not to mention, she has this incredible need to give me one as well. Whether with her mouth or her pussy or her asshole, all three of which I’ve claimed as mine. A need so great it almost rivals my need to have one which is nothing I’ve experienced before her.

  After the first time, where she really opened up to me, I wondered if it was her age and the fact that I was the only man she’d ever been with. Or the mere fact that I’m me, and she’d always wanted to please me whether it be with good grades or good behavior. She craved my praise in all walks of life, so it was no surprise that she craves it in the bedroom now that our relationship had changed. But the more time I spend with her in this intimate setting, the more I realize how sexual of a person Maddie is in general. Although at times she’s nervous and timid, she slowly transforms into a siren who craves an orgasm like her next breath the second I touch her.

  A grip on both thighs alerts me that she’s close. Already. I insert two fingers into her pussy as my tongue floats upwards to rim her tight hole. I circle it once before probing it gently, and she loses it.

  Her hold on my cock tightens and she sucks hard once before letting me fall from her lips. “Oh my God, Cal!”

  “That feel good, baby?” I murmur against her cheek as I kiss and nibble at her through her orgasm, all the while I continue to pump two fingers in and out of her.

  “So good, please don’t stop!” she whimpers. Her legs shake and I feel her pussy clench and relax around my fingers as she drops her face to my groin. A sigh leaves her lips at the very end right before she whispers, “again.”

  I smile against her, pleased that her body is as desperate to continue the high as I am to give her another one. I flick her swollen clit with my finger. “You’re so fucking wet.” My lips, chin, neck, and the top of my chest are covered in her juices and I want more.

  “I want us to come together next time.” She turns slightly but I can’t meet her gaze. “Tell me when you’re close.”

  I slowly begin to tongue her sex again, making love to it, like the way I kiss her after a long day. Slow, long licks that make
her whimper around my dick and suck and pull so hard that I wonder if she’s trying to suck my soul out through it. Her nails are probably leaving permanent marks on my thighs and just when I’m about to tell her to dig her nails in harder, loving the pierce in my flesh, she removes her hand and begins to rub my balls, hard.

  “Oh fuck, Maddie.” For a second, I lose my way and fall back against the pillows. I squeeze my eyes shut, ready for the blast of pleasure that is moments away. I spread my legs wider, wanting more of her touch and her mouth and just her. She’s learned my balls are my weakness and she wields that power like a sovereign. She knows all it takes is her to suck one into her mouth and I’m ready to lose it, but from this angle, she settles for fondling it. She pushes herself further down on my cock and to the back of her throat and I hear her choke slightly and because I know she wants it, and God knows I do too, I push my pelvis upward, forcing myself further down her throat causing her to moan and sputter which only makes me harder. The only sounds in the room are carnal, the sounds of our mouths sucking and licking each other’s slick and swollen skin. “Close, baby.” I groan, but I know I have to get her closer.

  She is still riding the high of her last orgasm, with a sensitive clit, so I know it won’t take her long to come again.

  “Me too.” She speaks, though it’s muffled as her mouth is full of my cock. I press my lips to her again, my tongue taking a new speed as it rapidly fucks her while I rub her clit in clockwise motions. “Oh God, wait wait wait!” She stops and I smile knowing she’s close.

  “I’m there, put your mouth on my dick, Madeline.” I see that she visibly shivers above me when she hears me use her full name.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Oh, for the love of fuck.

  She puts me back in her mouth and I thrust upwards, exploding down her throat instantly, that one word pushing me over the edge. I suspect her calling me that turned her on as much as it did for me, and my suspicions are confirmed when she pushes down hard on my face as her orgasm rips through her. She’s squirming against my face, like she does when she sits in my lap, trying to hit my tongue at the right angles. At some point, I finish coming, and she sits up so she’s kneeling over my face. I immediately trail my arms up her short body, finding her breasts and squeezing, pinching her nipples as she continues to ride my face. She rests her hands over mine before pulling my right hand to her face and kissing it before sucking a finger into her mouth just as she did my cock.