Unwrap Me Daddy

by Natasha Spencer

  Candice settled to her knees between Alex’s thighs. She reached up and opened his pants. While he shrugged out of them Candice took off her shirt and unfastened her bra, letting her breasts spill out. Alex massaged them with his hand as he stood over her.

  Candice looked at his stiffness and smiled. “I love your cock,” she said.

  She slowly swiped her tongue over the head keeping her eyes locked on Alex’s as she slipped the head into her mouth. The way that she looked up at him with absolute adoration turned him on painfully. Alex could tell just how much she loved sucking his cock, and it showed.

  Her mouth slid up and down over his cock. Each movement took him deeper into her mouth. She kept a steady tempo, not too fast. She wasn’t trying to jackhammer his dick or churn butter with her mouth. It was a soft motion of making love with her mouth. She stopped at times to hold the shaft lightly in her hand. She made an okay sign with her hand and lightly stroked him up and down. After a few moments, Candice put her hands on Alex’s thighs and began to work him with her mouth again.

  Alex could feel the softness of her tongue on the underside of his cock, slowly licking back and forth on his shaft. Alex leaned back and groaned. Candice could tell that he loved the feeling of her mouth on him. There was a tremendous heat coming from his cock and it was beginning to pulse.

  “I want you to cum in my mouth,” Candice said, taking her mouth off Alex’s cock for a brief moment.

  Alex nodded and ran his fingers through Candice’s hair.

  His cock began to swell in her mouth and his orgasm came. An intense stream of his semen shot into her mouth and Candice swallowed it. As he came she continued to suck his cock with a soft gentle motion, caressing him with her lips and tongue. She continued to slowly massage his dick long after he had orgasmed in her mouth.

  Alex lay dead on the bed for several minutes. Candice went to the bathroom and Alex could hear the shower run. He shut his eyes and fell into a half sleep. The shower turned off and Candice walked out. A light mist of steam rose off her skin, giving her a marble texture.

  “Beautiful,” Alex said.

  She turned in a circle showing off her ass. It was like a peach, soft but perky and definitely juicy. Her legs were firm and muscular. Alex swallowed hard as she moved close to the bed.

  “Fair play,” Candice asked.

  “Fair is fair,” Alex said.

  He slipped the tip of his index finger across her vagina lightly touching her clitoris and her canal. Her pussy was wet already. Alex kept his finger by her entrance and then gently slid it in.

  “That feels good,” Candice said. She stood in front of Alex, her pussy facing him.

  Alex could feel her vaginal muscles clamping around his fingers. Candice spread her legs a little wider as Alex gently made a come-hither motion with his fingers. With each stroke, Candice got wetter and wetter. The curve of his fingers was gently massaging her G-spot, and Candice was very happy about it.

  Her juices started to flow down his hand and Alex was soon able to fit his middle finger along with his index finger into her. When he had both of his fingers in, she groaned and then leaned back. Alex had to catch her with his other hand, so she didn’t fall back too far. Her pussy began to make sloshing noises as Alex continued to stroke her.

  Candice leaned forward and kissed Alex’s head and then pushed him onto his back. She put her legs over him and slowly lowered herself onto his face. Alex moved his hands to her naval then down to her lower abdomen. Candice spread her legs and Alex took one hand and spread apart her labia showing her clitoris. Her clit was not big but was a pearl. Alex took his right index finger and thumb and gently circled her labia. He gently rolled it in between his fingers gently dancing around her clit. Candice was becoming more and more aroused and was dripping juices onto Alex’s face.

  “Oh god,” Candice said. “Lick me. Just fucking lick me.”

  Alex lapped at her pussy with his tongue. His tongue caught all of the wetness that was coming out of her. He stuck his tongue deep into her and she squealed with glee. He moved his tongue in and out of her as she sank lower and lower onto his face. He could smell her. It was rich, musty and tangy. He lapped at her some more and he could feel her begin to convulse with pleasure.

  “I’m going to cum,” Candice said. “I’m going to cum.”

  Alex didn’t stop his tongue-lashings and continued to lick her pussy. He felt her body shake as her orgasm ran through her body. Alex grabbed onto her hips to keep her upright as her body wanted to fall apart. She leaned backwards and Alex moved his face forward to continue to lick her. She fell backwards on the bed and let out a heavy sigh.

  “That was good,” Candice said.

  Alex emerged from her legs and licked his lips. He could still taste her on him. She was delicious. He moved up to her mouth and he kissed her. She liked the way she tasted on his mouth. She loved the way their juices mixed together. Alex lightly stroked her body. His hand moved over her breasts, squeezed her ass, and then drifted onto her thighs. His touches were soft and steady and soon she was lulled to sleep.

  Chapter 10

  The two slept through the night. Again, Candice had the dream again. Alex was running up the lighthouse stairs. The boat was coming in. There was the storm. This time though, she was on the ship. She could see the secondary boat coming in. In the front of it, on the bow, was Mitch. She could see him. He was laughing maniacally. The ship continued to speed towards her. Candice could hear the tear of wood cracking wood as his ship plowed into hers. The two ships collided against the rocky shore. Everything was falling apart. She tasted salty sea in her mouth. It was all darkness.

  She woke up sweating. There was no light in Alex’s bedroom. She walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. Alex was still asleep in bed. She took a few breaths and tried to go back to sleep.

  The dream came back. Again, the boats. Again, the crashing. Again, the feeling of drowning. This time when Candice woke, she couldn’t get back to sleep. She lay there and looked at the room as it grew lighter. The sun’s rays had somehow come in. The whole house began to brighten. As the light intensified, Candice was able to shut her eyes and fall into a light sleep.

  Candice at some point had shifted under the covers, and she woke to feel Alex’s arms around her. She lay there for a minute and wondered how she had gotten here. Things had changed quickly for her. There was the abortion, then Mitch, then more Mitch. She knew she had to put a stop to him somehow but wasn’t sure what to do.

  She pulled her phone off the bedside and looked at it. Tiffany had texted a few hours ago. It was ten o’clock in the morning. Candice had slept for more than twelve hours. There was the physical exhaustion from the sex with Alex, but also there was the emotional exhaustion. She didn’t want to admit to herself how much what Mitch was doing impacted her.

  How are you doing? Tiffany had texted. No updates from work. Sam is fine with you taking the rest of the week off. We have your work and projects covered. Don’t worry about that at all.

  Candice sighed. She didn’t know what to say. So she said nothing. She looked at her phone for a few minutes and then could hear Alex begin to wake. He rolled over on the bed. He touched her lightly and kissed her back. It felt nice but she felt like she was cheating herself somehow. She’d never told Mitch about the abortion until it was too late. She felt like maybe she should have. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was regret or just general anxiety. She wondered if there was anything that she could have done to stop all of this from happening. A small tear began to form in the corner of her eye. She felt its wetness drip down her face. She dabbed at her eye lightly with a piece of the blanket. She wasn’t sure if she was being loud.

  “What’s the matter?” Alex said. He stroked her shoulder. He wiped away some of her tears. He got up and went into the bathroom and came back with some tissues. He handed them to Candice and sat back down on the bed next to her.

  “Nothing,” Candice said.

&n
bsp; “You’re lying,” Alex replied. He sat up in the bed. “I can see that you’re crying. Usually when people cry, they are upset about something.”

  “It’s nothing.” Candice took the tissues and dabbed at her eyes with them. She dried away the tears and took a big inhale. She didn’t want to cry in front of Alex like this. It was embarrassing for her. She felt weak.

  “Well, you can tell me anyways.” He kept his voice calm and neutral. She didn’t feel pressured by it and that reassured her for a moment. His eyes showed obvious concern.

  “I’m not sure I want to.” Candice looked away from Alex. She didn’t want to meet his gaze. She worried that looking at him would make her cry even more. He’d been very patient and kind with her. Things had happened fast between the two, and Candice wanted to hold her cards close to her chest still. She didn’t want to expose herself too much to him yet.

  “Okay… Well, if you want to tell me, I’ll listen.” Alex gently rubbed her shoulder.

  Candice closed her eyes. She wanted to fall back to sleep. She wanted to feel the warmth of the covers. She wanted to feel the softness of Alex’s thousand-thread Egyptian sheets again. Alex had money. She could tell. He didn’t flaunt it, but he didn’t work either. She’d found out how her father and Alex had met from her mother the night before last. Alex brought one of his cars to the shop. Her father had fixed it. The two had chatted and then became good friends. Alex obviously had money, but her father wanted for nothing. His grass was green, he liked his home, and Alex appreciated the friendship. Money couldn’t solve Candice’s problems though. Her problem had a name and its name was Mitch.

  “I think I need to go home,” Candice said. She sat up in the bed, and then threw the covers off.

  “Hey, is everything okay?” Alex picked up the tissues from the bedside and threw them away in the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom as Candice walked in.

  “It’s just, just this thing at home.” Candice said. She turned on the shower. She got under it and felt it on her skin. She took Alex’s loofah and scrubbed her body.

  “If you don’t talk to me, I can’t help you,” Alex said. He stood outside the shower. He’d put on boxers. “Is this something about me? Is it about your dad? Your mom?”

  “No. No. And no,” Candice said. She stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. She walked into the bedroom and found her clothes. The nightmare had spurred her on. She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to go home. She had to confront the problem.

  “Can we talk?” Alex said. He put his hands on the bathroom sink to steady himself. He was visibly upset. He didn’t know what was going on and seemed confused by the situation.

  “Listen, Alex, you’re great. You’re sensitive, you’re handsome, you’re well off. Fuck, I don’t know why I’m doing this right now, but I have problems back in Oakland. I need to figure it out. I need to take care of it,” Candice said. She started to cry. Tears began to flood down her face. Her face turned red and her shoulders heaved up and down like a boat on erratic waters.

  Alex moved forward, and Candice didn’t resist when he put his arms around her. He held her tight. Her breathing slowed down, and eventually Candice’s tears slowed as well. The storm of emotions had subsided and became a smooth sea, but there was still a violent undercurrent. Candice could feel it. She knew she had to do something.

  Candice put her arms around Alex. She held him close. The scent of his body filled her nostrils. He still had a woodsy smell to him. Fresh pine and leaves. He smelled like autumn. She liked it. It calmed her. It reminded her of better times. It gave her a feeling of nostalgia and comfort. There was security in his arms.

  “You going to be okay,” Alex said. His words were at once a statement and a question. “If there’s anything I can do for you…”

  “I know,” Candice said. “I know. You’ll help me.”

  “I will.”

  “Thank you. I should get going.”

  “Okay,” Alex said. He let go of her, ending the embrace. “Will you let me know when you get to Oakland and what’s going on when you get there?”

  “Sure,” Candice nodded. She put on her clothes and found her keys. “Listen, I had a great time. It’s just this other thing. I don’t even want to talk about it.”

  “It’s okay,” Alex replied. “I can wait.”

  “Thanks, Alex.”

  It was Alex’s turn to nod. He watched as she walked out the door of his place. He walked to the front lawn and watched as she got into her car and turned the ignition. She pulled away.

  The drive back to her parents’ house took twenty minutes. The highway didn’t have much traffic. She listened to the radio on the way, trying to distract herself for the looming confrontation that she knew she would need to have with Mitch. She didn’t know how to confront him though or what to say. She just knew that she had to say something.

  When she got back to her house, her father was in the driveway working on a car. He nodded at her and wiped his hand on a dirty rag. His hands were greased black with oil.

  “How are you?” he said to her.

  “Yeah, all right. Listen, I think I’m gonna go back to Oakland,” Candice told her dad. She walked into the house and into her old bedroom.

  Her father followed her inside and leaned on the bedroom door’s frame. He watched as she packed her clothes. She was stuffing her clothes in quickly. She picked up her phone and began searching for the soonest flight back to Oakland.

  “This about that guy?” her father said.

  Candice nodded. She didn’t want to look at her father. She didn’t know what he would say, and she didn’t know what she should say to him.

  “Well,” her father said, “I hope you give him what he fucking deserves. Make sure you don’t get caught.” He rapped his knuckles on the doorframe and walked back outside. “Let me know if you need a ride to the airport,” he yelled.

  “Thanks, Dad. Actually, I’ll take you up on that,” Candice yelled back.

  “When do you want to go?” he hollered.

  “Fifteen minutes.”

  Candice could hear him grunt, and in fifteen minutes’ time she’d booked her return ticket to Oakland and had her suitcase all set. She messaged Tiffany to meet her at the airport.

  You sure you want to come back already? Tiffany wrote back right away.

  I am. Pick me up at the airport please, Candice wrote back.

  Sure, Tiffany answered.

  The car ride to the airport didn’t have much back and forth between Candice and her father. Her father put on the radio and the two sat in silence most of the way. They got stuck in a small amount of traffic, and her father complained for a moment but otherwise said nothing. When they got to the airport, he parked and helped Candice take out her suitcase. He hugged her.

  “Don’t worry about your mom. I’ll talk to her. You take care of yourself and give ’em hell,” he said.

  “Thanks, Dad, I will,” Candice replied. A small smile crept across her face.

  “I’m sure everything will turn out all right,” he said. He clapped her shoulder and got in his car. “Make sure to let me know that you landed safely… And when you’ve taken care of that other stuff, let me know about that too.”

  Her father got into his car and started it. He turned on the radio and Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots Are Made for Walking” started to blast out. He winked at his daughter and pulled away.

  Candice pivoted on her heel and started to whistle the song as she walked into the terminal. Her father having her back meant a lot to her. She checked in for her flight, and after a forty-minute wait, she boarded. The flight was short, but Candice tried to get some sleep. She had a hard time of it. While her father had instilled some confidence in her, she couldn’t shake the anxiety. She hadn’t checked her email yet, she hadn’t been updated about the situation at home, but she knew that she would have to face something. Going to Los Angeles had been running away. She was going back to Oakland to face things head o
n.

  The plane landed. She jolted a little in her seat and it took a while to empty out of the plane. She got out of the terminal, and there was Tiffany waiting for her as promised. Her friend was wearing her running clothes.

  “I just got back from a run,” Tiffany said. “This time it was eight miles.”

  The two pulled out of the airport and headed to Oakland. There was a bit of traffic, especially leading to the Bay Bridge. As the two sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic, Tiffany began to fidget with the radio dials. She kept switching songs and increased then decreased the volume.

  “What’s up?” Candice finally said.

  “Did you check your email?” Tiffany asked.

  “No.”

  “You won’t like it much,” Tiffany replied.

  “I’ll look now.”

  Candice finally went to her phone and looked at her email. There was a collection of emails from her colleagues. Most of them were run of the mill. She hadn’t posted that she would be out of the office. People were checking up on her work. There was one from Tim. She opened it and read it.

  Candice,

  Hey unfortunately we can’t substantiate your claims. While it appears that there have been a series of negative criticisms about your performance, we need to take these seriously. We will be conducting a review of your work here at the company. I’ll have Shaudi reach out to you for further details.

  -Tim

  “Fucking bastard,” Candice said aloud. He was getting pushed around by an internet bully. He’d done no research into the accusations and instead was pushing out Candice.

  “Told you, you wouldn’t like it,” Tiffany said. “I talked to Shaudi a little. She said she would look into things as well.”

  Candice scrolled through her phone and found one from Shaudi.

  Candice,

  Hey, I’m really sorry about everything. I’m sorry about this situation and I’m sorry about Tim. There isn’t anything I can do to excuse his actions. I think he is clearly in the wrong here. We are giving you the week off work, which I think is already happening (I talked to Tiffany) while we figure things out. I’m having people look into it as we speak. Tim is writing you off. I won’t do that.