Once Upon a Daddy: A Romance Anthology

by Kelli Callahan

  I’ve never felt this flirtatious, but I just can’t control myself around him.

  “What are you going to lick if I do that?” I tilted my head slightly. “Should we get some broccoli to go since you don’t like sugar?”

  “I don’t need to be coaxed.” He shook his head back and forth.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” I lifted the last bite of cake to my mouth and slowly ate it.

  The desire was starting to get a little stronger. The nervousness seemed to have faded. If Walker had suggested that we go right back to his place after dinner, I wouldn’t have been able to turn him down. It didn’t seem like he was quite ready—despite the sexual tension brewing between us. He suggested that we take a walk in Griffith Park, which was normally a hub of activity on a Saturday night. I didn’t mind taking a walk. It would probably help the food settle. My eyes were bigger than my stomach, and I definitely should have stopped before I finished the molten lava cake. I wasn’t overly stuffed since I skipped lunch, but I ate more than I normally did. We walked outside, and Walker held my hand while we waited. The tips of his fingers traced my knuckles, and I started feeling the same simmer I felt when he put his hand on my arm at LA Dark.

  “Are you sure that a walk in the park is a good idea?” I looked over at Walker once we were in the backseat of the car. “Won’t people recognize you there?”

  “They might.” He shrugged. “I’m used to it at this point. I doubt we’ll be bothered. Most fans are pretty respectful. I can’t say the same about the paparazzi, but they don’t normally stalk Griffith Park looking for a random celebrity to wander by.”

  “I would hate that kind of attention—even if they didn’t approach me.” I turned and looked out the window.

  “There is definitely a love-hate relationship between celebrities and fans.” He chuckled under his breath. “I’m thankful for every fan that I have, but I do miss being able to sit down at a cafe downtown and enjoy a meal without someone snapping a picture of me—that’s why I go to LA Dark when I want to drink in peace.”

  “Then some random person like me walks in and takes a picture of you anyway…” I looked at him and smiled.

  “Yeah.” He squeezed my hand and laughed. “Now I’m breaking one of my rules, and I’m on a date with a fan.”

  “Wait, you don’t normally date fans?” I tilted my head slightly.

  “No.” He shook his head back and forth. “Then again, most of them aren’t as pretty as you are.”

  “Stop it…” I felt my face blush. “If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it.”

  “You should learn to take a compliment.” He squeezed my hand. “You’re going to get them a lot while you’re with me.”

  I’m definitely not used to compliments…

  I wasn’t sure what made me different from the other fans that had approached him in the past. I never felt like I was anything special—certainly not the type of girl that could tempt a celebrity. Walker could have had his choice of beautiful starlets in Hollywood—which was fairly obvious by the fact that he married three of them. Maybe we were both searching for something different than what we were used to—perhaps that was what drew us together in the first place. I could deny my attraction to him. It wasn’t starting to turn into more than that—I actually liked him. He was so charming and entertaining—a lot different than I expected after our encounter at LA Dark. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that I was going to be more than a conquest, but at least he was going out of his way to make it a little more special than a quick trip to the bedroom.

  That just makes me want him even more than I did last night when my desire got out of control.

  “Do you want to go to the observatory?” Walker pointed to a building on the top of the hill in Griffith Park. “You can see the stars a little better from up there.”

  “Sure.” I shrugged and nodded.

  I had been to Griffith Park once when I first arrived in Los Angeles, but the observatory was packed, so I didn’t even bother. I didn’t mind waiting to see the sights if I got to spend more time with Walker in the process. I wanted to look at him more than I wanted to stare at the stars, but I couldn’t deny that they were beautiful from inside the observatory. They had a telescope that followed the moon in the night sky, and you could even see the International Space Station if you knew what you were looking for. We spent some time in the observatory; then we walked out onto the deck. The stars weren’t the only thing you could see from there. I could see the city of Los Angeles against the skyline, and when Walker pointed it out, I could even see the iconic Hollywood sign in the distance.

  “I guess most of the girls you date don’t appreciate this view.” I leaned against the railing.

  “Who knows—I’m not thinking about any of the other girls I’ve dated right now.” He reached out and put his hand on mine.

  I turned towards Walker, and I realized he was going to kiss me a split second before his lips crushed mine. Fireworks went off in my head immediately. The desire that had been simmering practically erupted inside me. I had been kissed before, but never like that. He put everything into it like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. It was passionate—a little rough—and when his tongue intertwined with mine, he practically ravaged my mouth. I was gasping for air when he pulled away, and I wasn’t seeing stars in the sky anymore—they were right in front of me—so bright that they were almost blinding.

  “I’d ask—your place or mine, but you have a roommate.” He squeezed my hand and smiled.

  “Obviously we can’t go back there.” I tilted my hand slightly.

  “My place then?” He pulled me closer.

  “Yeah.” I nodded quickly.

  That’s the only place in the world that I want to be right now.

  Six

  Lauren

  My nervousness returned once we made it back to the car. I hadn’t told Walker that I was still a virgin—and I was on my way to his house to have sex with him. We talked a lot about my life over dinner. I told him that I hadn’t really had a boyfriend—I told him that most of the dances I attended were with friends. My attempt at flirting once he wiped the fudge off my chin probably wasn’t an indication of innocence, even though I really didn’t know what I was doing. I got lost in the moment, but when Walker started kissing me in the backseat of his car, the nervousness started to swell into a panic. He had one hand on my thigh—moving it underneath my dress—while the other hand squeezed my breast through the fabric. The desire was trying to overwhelm the panic, but I wasn’t enjoying what he was doing as much as I should have been. I was just too scared that it was going to come to screeching halt once he discovered the truth.

  “Hold on…” I pushed the hand that was on my thigh away. “I—I need to tell you something.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” He leaned back and his mesmerizing eyes locked on mine.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ve—never done this before.”

  “I got the impression that you don’t normally go home with people on the first date.” He pulled my hand close to his chest. “If you’re not comfortable, I don’t want to push you into something that you will regret. We can do something else—or I can have the driver take you home if that’s what you really want.”

  “I don’t want to go home.” I looked down and swallowed hard. “I want to be here with you right now—and I want to go home with you. What I meant was—I’m a virgin.”

  “Oh!” He blinked in surprise. “Wow, I didn’t see that coming. I haven’t met any twenty-one-year-old virgins before.”

  “That’s another thing…” I sighed. “I’m a little younger than twenty-one.”

  “What? How? I met you in LA Dark.” He tilted his head in confusion.

  “I used a fake ID.” I shrugged.

  “Please tell me you’re at least eighteen.” The look of confusion was turning to one that reflected serious concern. “You’ve got to be—yo
u’re in college.”

  “I am.” I nodded. “I’m nineteen.”

  “Okay…” He exhaled sharply.

  “I hope I didn’t ruin the mood.” I looked down and sighed.

  “Is this really what you want?” He moved his hand to my chin and stared into my eyes. “I like you—but I’m not taking you home if you think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret what we did.”

  “I’m not going to regret it.” I shook my head back and forth.

  Walker started kissing me again and all of my concern faded. If he still wanted me—despite finding out that I was a virgin, then I would be his conquest. I didn’t want to go home alone and spend another night with nothing but my fingers to numb the desire. Even that wasn’t enough—it was just a temporary respite. I needed more, and when his hand started moving under my dress for the second time, I didn’t try to push him away. His touch made my pussy ache for him, and he hadn’t even teased that part of my body yet. His finger was against the bottom of my panties when the car came to a stop. He leaned up, and I saw a magnificent mansion in front of us. It wasn’t as big as the one Jamison Thorn had on the soap Walker starred in, but it was definitely bigger than any house I had been inside before.

  “I’ll give you the grand tour—later.” He smiled and opened the door.

  “Yeah, I can wait for that.” I took his hand, and he helped me out of the car.

  The only thing I want to see right now is the bedroom.

  I clung to Walker’s arm as we approached the front door. The house truly was magnificent, and I could have probably gotten lost if I started exploring, but the need was too strong for any sort of distraction except for the man in front of me. He slammed the door and pushed me against it. His lips danced along my neck, and when they reached my earlobe, I gasped. There was so much hunger in his kiss that it felt like his lips were seared to my skin when they were pressed against it. There was no doubt that he wanted me—and I wanted him. It was hard to hide my inexperience. I tried to kiss his neck and touched his muscles through his shirt—I got his tie off and even tried to unbutton his shirt, but my fingers were trembling. I wasn’t nervous anymore, but the excitement was making me shake.

  “Just relax.” He slid the sleeve of my dress off my shoulder. “I’m going to worship your body tonight.”

  “Are you going to treat me better the girls Jamison Thorn lures into his bed?” I exhaled sharply when his hand slid underneath my dress, and I felt his fingers wrap around my panties.

  “This won’t be anything like what you see on television.” He pressed his lips to my exposed shoulder and gave my panties a tug. “I plan to savor this moment as long as I can.”

  Walker pulled my panties to my knees with one hand, while the other one started to unzip my dress. I melted into his arms as my dress hit the floor and finally managed to unbutton his shirt enough to see some of his ink. The tattoos he had on the show were real, and they were a lot more vibrant in real life. He pressed me against the door again and started to devour my lips. His hands slid along my body, until I felt his fingers against the back of my bra. He quickly unfastened it and slid it off my shoulders. I dropped my arms, and it fell to the floor beside my dress. He squeezed both of my breasts and rubbed his thumbs against my nipples which caused them to turn into hard nubs underneath his touch. His lips finally parted from mine again, and his mesmerizing eyes were burning with desire.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He slid his hands down my body until they were resting on my hips.

  Walker’s kiss silenced me before I could say anything in response. He pulled me towards the stairs, and my panties slid to the floor as I tried to walk. We made it as far as the first step before he pushed me against the wall and started to tease my skin with his lips. The excitement was still coursing through my veins, but I managed to get his jacket off, and finished unbuttoning his shirt. All of my clothes were by the door, but I kicked off my heels before we started up the stairs. Once we made it to the top of the stairs; I started to unfasten his belt. My hand brushed against his cock, and I could feel it throbbing through his pants. He lifted me off the ground and carried me into the bedroom. The instant I was on the bed, his lips pressed against my neck and he kissed down to my breasts, circling each hard nub with his tongue.

  “Oh god, that feels good…” My back arched as a sensation of pleasure shot through my veins.

  I knew my nipples were sensitive, but I didn’t realize it would feel that good to have them teased.

  “I don’t think I deserved to be called god.” He lifted his head up and grinned. “But you can call me Daddy.”

  “Oh—Daddy.” I squirmed when he started to circle my left nipple again with his tongue while the right was squeezed between his thumb and forefinger.

  It sent a tingle through my body when he said I could call him Daddy—the tingle got stronger when I actually said it myself. He might not have been the same as the character he played on Dangerous Thorns, but it seemed that one piece of Jamison Thorn carried over into the real world. I certainly fantasized about calling him Daddy when I pleasured myself. It rolled off my tongue so easily—and felt good on my lips.

  Walker kissed his way back up to my neck, teased both sides of it, and then started to move his lips down the middle of my chest. He went past my breasts, down to my belly button, and then he forced my legs apart. I felt his lips against my inner thigh, then he shifted until he was between my legs. I was ready for him—but it seemed that I wasn’t going to have him inside me quite yet. He had other plans and if his lips could make my skin sizzle, I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if he pleasured me with his tongue.

  He sank between my thighs, and I felt his breath on my pussy. Even that was enough to make my body shake. His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin on each side of my pussy—then he started to make a wide circle with his tongue—not getting close enough to touch the spot where I craved him most, but it was enough to make me squirm on the bed.

  “Do you want Daddy to make you come?” He lightly pressed his lips to my clit, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

  “Yes!” I nodded quickly.

  “Beg for it.” He made a wide circle around my clit that avoided touching the tight bundle of nerves.

  “Please…” I tried to chase his tongue by moving my hips. “Please make me come, Daddy.”

  Walker pressed his fingers to my clit and pushed the hood away. I felt his breath first, then his tongue. An instant wave of euphoria surged through my body. It was way better than my finger. There was no comparison at all. He started to move his tongue in a circle, and my hips lifted off the bed. I had never felt anything so incredible before in my life. It made my head spin, my body ache, and my soul was set on fire. I expected him to be the kind of man that just took what he wanted—and I expected it to hurt since I was still a virgin. Instead, he was introducing me to a world of pleasure I never imagined. The moment I tasted that bliss, I knew I was addicted. He hadn’t even made me come, and I was already his—he could do anything to me that he wanted. My pulse was racing, and my heart was pounding hard in my chest. It felt like my brain was being rewired to crave what he was doing to me—and the craving got stronger as his tongue got faster.

  “It feels really good, Daddy.” I put my hands on his head. “You’re gonna make me come…”

  “So many times…” He pulled his tongue away, and his finger started to push into the entrance of my pussy. “Then you’re going to give me this—you’re going to beg me to take your virginity.”

  “Yes!” I nodded quickly.

  His tongue returned to my clit, and he started to tease the outside of my pussy with his finger. I was so wet that it wasn’t hard for him to slide his finger into my tightness. Each time the pleasure peaked from his tongue; I felt my pussy squeeze his finger. I could tell it excited him to feel that—he was probably thinking about how good it would feel when he had something much thicker than a finger inside me. I cou
ldn’t focus on that—his tongue was making it hard to focus on anything except the pleasure surging through my body.

  I felt a pressure building inside me. It was the same pressure that I felt before I erupted in bliss when I masturbated—but it was a lot more intense. It was pure lust when I made myself come. Getting to that point with Walker was different—it was emotional and passionate at the same time. The pressure built and my muscles started to get tight—they got so tight that my entire body trembled. I could normally push myself over the edge quickly when I got to that point, but he was in control of my orgasm—he prolonged the climax by slowing down the rotations of his tongue and making the peak last longer than I ever imagined was possible. It made my body ache, but in a very good way. I felt suspended on the edge of true euphoria, dangling on a string like a puppet under his control.

  “Daddy please—I need to come!” I whimpered and started trying to move my hips against his tongue to chase the pleasure I craved.

  “You’ll come when I let you.” His tone was firmer than before—and that made me even more excited.

  He squeezed my inner thighs and held me against the bed so that I couldn’t move my hips or squirm. His tongue started to lightly graze my clit, move along the edge of my pussy lips, and then he pushed his tongue inside me until it was almost against my hymen. I felt like I was being tortured. Everything he did felt incredible, but it wasn’t enough to make me come. I tried to wrap both hands around the back of his head and force his tongue where I wanted it, but he was too strong for me to budge. He gave me the agonizing pleasure for what felt like an eternity. It could have been minutes—it could have been hours. I was lost in a fever with my whole body surging as I begged for the sweet release that would bring me the pleasure I craved most.

  “Please—please let me come.” I tried to buck my hips, but he kept me pinned to the bed. “Daddy, please—I need it. I need it really bad.”