Unconditional

by Tyler, Q. B.

  “You done?” he asks, taking a step forward and I look at him questioningly “Ogling my dick?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Well, show’s over for now because I need my mouth on your pussy.” He lifts me into his arms and then up even higher, pushing me against the wall and letting my legs rest over his shoulder.

  “Oh my God, Cal!” I squeal, just as his tongue licks up the wetness that has trickled down my thighs. The tip of his tongue traces the trail, stopping just shy of my sex before moving to the other leg. I’m just about to ask him to put his mouth where I need it, when his lips find my folds. His hands are under my butt and his tongue is everywhere. It’s crazed, frenzied, and borderline insane the way he’s tasting me. Like a starving man that’s been placed in front of food for the first time in years.

  But Jesus, he knows what he’s doing.

  I can almost touch the ceiling with how high up I am, and when I look down, I realize just how far I am off the ground. “You’re so…strong…you’re a god, Cal Grayson. Holy fuck.”

  “You make me feel like a god,” he murmurs against my sex, slowing his wild movements to slow controlled ones. His tongue snakes from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit, before he sucks it into his mouth and I let my head fall back against the wall. “And I’ve been dying for a taste of you since last night.”

  “Oh fuck.” The sounds that Cal and my pussy are making are so erotic and sinful that it makes me blush, and when I look down and make eye contact with him, I detonate. His eyes never leave mine as I come, and somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open the entire time. Watching him, watch me. Our eyes locked together for what seems like an eternity during this intimate moment.

  He pulls away from my sex and allows me to slide down his body, to the point where we are face to face. I wrap my legs and arms around him and he presses me back against the wall. His lips are wet and smell of my arousal, and I watch as he licks me off of them. “I love you,” he tells me and my heart flutters just as it always does in these moments.

  His ability to swing from this possessive caveman to this sweet lover is one of the things I love about him. “I love you, and I hate being away from you. Thank you for coming to get me,” I whisper.

  He walks us into the living room, leaving our clothes by the door and sits on the couch with me in his lap. His cock is still hard as granite so I line myself up with the tip and slide down on his shaft until he’s completely sheathed inside. “Fuck.” He grips my hips and begins to bounce me on his cock, sliding me up and down, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. He lets go of my hips to grab both breasts, bringing me closer to his mouth and flicks his tongue against the hard nubs as he continues to fuck me.

  “Cal!” I throw my head back as he fucks me deeper, harder and faster.

  “You’re so perfect, Jesus Christ, Madeline.”

  My full name sets my body on fire. My eyes snap open and I quirk an eyebrow at him. He must sense where I’m going because he lets his head fall back and a growl leaves his lips. “Say it, baby.” He grabs the back of my head and presses our foreheads together. “Say it.”

  “Daddy,” I breathe out.

  “Fuck.”

  “Daddy, please.”

  “Please what, baby. Tell me what you need and Daddy will take care of it. Whatever it is.”

  “I need you to come, Daddy…” I press my lips to his neck before flicking my tongue out and running it along his pulse point. I nibble on his ear. “Come inside me.”

  His thrusts get erratic as he chases his orgasm. He pulls my face away from his neck and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth at a speed that matches our movements. I know he’s close, which is why I’m shocked when he switches our position to me on my back and my leg over his shoulder. But in this position, he can fuck me so much deeper.

  My eyes roll back just as his dick hits that spot that only this position allows and I begin to spasm in his arms.

  “That’s my good girl.” He groans. “Come for me, baby.”

  “Oh my God, yes, yes…” I shut my eyes, but they fly open when I feel a hand rubbing my nipple again.

  “Sweet girl,” he mumbles. “So fucking sweet.” He reaches down and grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss, all the while my leg is still over his shoulder.

  Thank God, I was a dancer or I’d be fucked later.

  Our tongues battle for dominance, but he wins. He always wins. His tongue strokes mine slowly and I feel my body beginning to build again. I pull away from his lips. “Cal, please,” I moan.

  I stretch my toes, flexing and pointing my feet as hard as they can go as my body craves the imminent release that is seconds away. “I’m there with you, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine as I dig my nails into his back, my body shaking under the force of his thrusts.

  “Oh my God, I’m going to come,” I cry out. He groans out my name from the bite of my fingertips and I feel his cock swell and release, flooding my insides. I’m a few seconds behind him, the moment his finger finds my clit. After two rubs over the swollen bundle, I’m shattering around him and screaming his name. My body is wound so tight in expectation of the release that the relief is so delicious it makes me feel as if I’m flying. My eyes flutter closed as my body, now loose and languid, floats back down to Earth. “Holy shit, Cal.”

  He’s still leaning over me, his cock still inside of me as he slowly pulls out. He taps his dick against my clit and I twitch and squeal in response to his touch on my sensitive flesh.

  He moves up my body and nestles in behind me. Pulling the blanket over us and spooning me. “Do you want to continue this upstairs?”

  Several hours later, I’m sliding out of bed trying not to wake the sleeping man who’d just fucked the life out of me not even an hour ago, when familiar warm hands encase around my middle and pull me back to bed. “Where are you going? I’m nowhere near finished with you.” His lips find my neck and suck at the space that never fails to send a sizzle through me. I close my eyes reveling in the feeling of that sinful mouth. His erection presses into my backside and the space between my legs throbs with need.

  It’s nearing six thirty, and I know without a doubt that Sasha would make good on her promise and show up at Margie’s at promptly eight o’clock to go to Melanie’s. The last thing I need is for her to show up before I’m there as if she has no idea where I am.

  Oh, the tangled web.

  And now I have to figure out what to tell Cal.

  He fucked me almost frantically when we got upstairs, almost as if I was going to disappear any second. I know last night shook him up, possibly even more than me, and he’s trying to convince himself that I’m okay. That even though he couldn’t prevent it from happening, he could protect me.

  “It’s getting late,” I tell him as I reluctantly pull out of his grasp. I slide out of his bed, naked as the day I was born, and from his gaze, I can tell he appreciates what he sees. It’s almost dark, but the last bit of the day’s sun is streaming through the blinds and creating an orange glow on my body, illuminating the several hickeys all over my torso and inner thighs. I slide my panties up my legs, my body aching with every step as I’m reminded of where he’s been.

  He looks at the clock behind him. “Late? Baby, it’s six thirty.” He sits up, giving me a glorious view of his torso and I briefly wonder if he’s been working out more since I left. “I was kind of hoping I could convince you to stay.” He winks and stands up allowing his cock to stand proudly between us. My tongue darts out to lick my lips and I feel his hand wrapped around my jaw.

  “Was that an invitation?” he asks, and his words send a chill through me. I look up and he shoots me a wink. God, I want his dick in my mouth. Despite the fact that just earlier today, I’d been on my knees in front of him in the shower, I want it again. I would never get tired of doing that to him. The sense of power I felt, despite the fact that I was beneath him, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Ev
en though I was on my knees, I know I owned him in those moments.

  Maybe I could come back later. I roll my eyes inwardly. Fuck, I’ve become one of those women.

  That’s the last thought I have before Cal’s lips are on mine and I’m lifted into his arms. “Wait wait, Cal.” I pull back away from his lips that taste like I’m not leaving this room for another hour.

  “Wait?” He frowns. “I was preparing to put my mouth on your pussy, and you want me to wait?”

  I let out a breath and curse Sasha and Melanie and Melanie’s mom who couldn’t wait another day to bring a baby into the world. “Yes, babe…I have to go.”

  He sets me to my feet and crosses his arms. “Go?”

  “I’m uhh…” I let out a breath, “hanging out with some friends.” I grab my bra from the floor and slide it on. “It’s Melanie’s birthday and she’s throwing a party. Sasha is meeting me at Margie’s so I should probably be there when she gets there or else I’m fucked.” I look at my watch, watching as the time inches closer to seven.

  “Oh?” He sits down and immediately I regret two things for putting that look on his face. First, for agreeing to go at all, and second, for waiting this long to tell him. “Were you not going to tell me?”

  “Of course, I was. I just did.”

  “You just tried sneaking out of here, Maddie.”

  “I was going to wake you up. I wasn’t hiding anything.” I shrug.

  “Are you staying the night at this party? I don’t want you driving late at night after what just happened. Are guys going to be there?”

  I put my hands on my hips and cock my head to the side. “Who wants to know?”

  He furrows his brow and stands up pulling his sweatpants on. “What do you mean ‘who wants to know?’ I want to know.”

  “No, is the man that raised me asking? Or the one I’m currently dating?”

  He takes a step towards me, invading my personal space. “Don’t test me Madeline Elizabeth.” His nostrils flare and his eyes darken to almost onyx. I can tell he’s gritting his teeth because his jaw is sharp and taut and I resist the urge to touch him.

  “Still not exactly clear which Daddy I’m talking to.”

  Before I can move out of his reach, I’m up against the wall with his hand inside my panties rubbing the wet bundle of nerves that this small back and forth caused. “You know I worry. You’re not twenty-one, Maddie, and if you’re drinking, I would prefer you stay there, and especially after what just happened. But as the man who’s laid claim over your heart and your pussy—yes, I would like to know if boys will be there as well…” I see the jealousy and more importantly the hurt in his eyes and a flare of pain spikes in my heart.

  Every once in a while, Sasha goes to parties without Mike and it drives him insane. Sasha thinks it’s hilarious and taunts him endlessly. She’d never do anything because she loves that guy more than anything, but she enjoys making him jealous.

  Doing that to Cal doesn’t sound like fun.

  “Fine you can take me and pick me up,” I tell him, trying to appease him, but I know it’s not just about that. “And funny you say that, because it’s a good thing I don’t like boys.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I like men. One man.” I cup his face. “The love of my life.” I press my lips to his. “You know, I’ve never dated anyone seriously. Yes, here and there, but no one that has ever been worthy of my attention or my heart. I’ve kissed what, like three guys before you, and no one has ever touched me where you’ve touched me. This isn’t the first party I’ve been to where there have been guys and alcohol…so what are you worried about? That I’ll forget about you?”

  “No, I just…worry.” He grits out. “About you in those environments in general.”

  “Ah, so the parental and boyfriend Cal are ganging up on me, I see.” I pull away from him and grab my shirt, pulling it over my head.

  “Baby…” he starts.

  “No, that’s not fair. You can’t be my boyfriend and that Cal at the same time. You have to pick one.” I demand.

  “Fine. You’re grounded.”

  I can’t even stop the giggle that escapes my lips before I’m full-on laughing. “Good one.”

  “I mean it, Maddie. You can’t go.” He points at me.

  I blink my eyes a few times as I wait for him to tell him that he’s kidding. Excuse me? “I can’t? You’re insane.”

  “You heard me.”

  “So, let me get this straight: I’m grounded and that means what exactly? I have to stay home? At Margie’s? Or here? Does my grounding include fucking you?”

  “Don’t be so crass, Maddie.” He stalks past me and picks up his phone.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Calling my mother.”

  What!? “You’ve lost it.” I reach for his phone and yank it out of his hand and he tackles me to the bed in response, pinning me down and pushing my hands above my head and pushing his phone to the ground.

  “Watch your tone, Maddie.”

  “Or what?” I lift my chin defiantly and raise an eyebrow, daring him. We stare at each other for a moment, both of our hearts racing, and I can almost feel his beating in perfect rhythm with mine.

  He pushes my panties to the side and slips his digits inside of me. “I don’t want you to go,” he whispers.

  “Why?”

  “Do you have to ask?”

  “Maybe I want to hear it.”

  “Because the idea of you being around a bunch of horny guys pisses me off, okay?” He pulls his fingers out of me and takes a step back off the bed. “I know I can’t stop you from going…”

  Now that he’s acting more rational, I see more than just the possessiveness in his eyes. “Don’t you trust me?”

  “Of course, I do, it’s just…those guys can give you something I can’t.”

  “There’s nothing they can give me that I want.”

  “You can be out in the open with them…”

  “I don’t care about that.” I shake my head. “I mean I would love to be able to go out on dates and stuff with you.” I get off the bed and wrap my arms around him. “I won’t stay, but I have to go. It’s her birthday and I’ve been neglecting my friends ever since you and I got together.”

  His shoulders sink and I see the red tinge in his ears. “I know, and I’m sorry I’ve been keeping you from them.”

  “You haven’t been keeping me from anything. I’ve wanted to be with you. I still want to be with you.” I raise onto the balls of my feet and wrap my hand around his neck bringing him closer. “Every second of every day. But…that’s unhealthy, or whatever.” I press a kiss to his mouth. “I’m still figuring out who I am, and I have to be able to exist outside of a relationship with a man. With you.”

  He sighs and wraps his arms around me. “Fair. I guess,” he grumbles. “When did you get to be so smart?”

  “I don’t know. I had a pretty great father figure who taught me some pretty important shit.”

  “Oh really.”

  “Like how to fuck, for one.”

  “Madeline,” he growls as his hand grabs my ass and squeezes.

  I giggle and press my lips to his. “Am I still grounded?” I ask when I pull away.

  He sighs. “Were you going to listen to me if I said yes?”

  “No.”

  “Then go.” He rolls his eyes. “Keep your phone and your necklace on.”

  “I never take it off, and my phone is never off.”

  “Good girl.” The fire between my legs, that had cooled into a barely lit ember flickers to life at his words, and a whimper escapes my lips.

  I bite my bottom lip and look up at him. “Okay, maybe I have like ten minutes,” I say as I send my panties back down my legs.

  MY EYES FLIT TO MELANIE’S back door as it opens, and a slew of guys walk in with a billow of smoke. I’m standing near the built-in bar of her basement sipping the one beer I’ve had all night, just to keep Sasha off my case while my friends continue to take shots
like they’re immune to hangovers. Melanie’s house is enormous, but we usually stay confined to the basement after one wild party caused more than a few broken things, even more stolen things, and Melanie grounded for a full six months. Her father was a CEO of some huge company based in Portland which sent him and her mother away for galas, what felt like every other weekend, leaving a reckless Melanie to her own devices.

  Melanie had set up a beer pong table in the center of the room, where two guys from the football team are currently going undefeated for the second hour while the rest of the team surrounds them. A group of six or seven are in the corner playing drinking games that require bouncing a quarter into a shot glass, and the rest of us are in the bar area. A few people are outside smoking—cigarettes or weed—causing me to sniff my hair every few seconds. Cal will murder me if I come home smelling like an ashtray. And I do not mean that it in any way sexual.

  “Why aren’t you drinking?” Sasha asks me as Mike walks in and makes his way over to us.

  “I have a headache,” I say without even meeting her gaze. A telltale sign that I’m lying, and more importantly that I don’t care that I’m lying.

  She rolls her eyes at me, hearing the lie, but deciding to go with it. “You know what helps with headaches? Tequila.” She raises a shot to me before downing it. I roll my eyes at her when Mike approaches us with a familiar face in tow.

  “There’s the prettiest girl in all of Oregon.” He wraps his arms around her, sticking his face in her neck and she squeals as he spins her around.

  “What took you so long? I’m already drunk.” She pouts as he slips his hand into her back pocket and kisses her square on the mouth. “You smell good.”