Unconventional

by Isabel Love

  I feared his reaction when we left my parents’ place. I thought I’d see pity in his expression, but when he pinned me against the front door and kissed me with that brutal kiss, it was like he knew exactly what I needed from him.

  He positions his cock, nudging my hole, and stares into my eyes.

  “Relax, Red. Give me a deep breath, and let it out nice and slow.”

  This is not my first rodeo with anal, but I love the care he’s taking to make it good for me.

  I nod, taking a deep breath and trying to remain as relaxed as I can.

  The pressure is intense, his dick so much bigger than his fingers. I inhale sharply when I feel him pop through that ring of muscle.

  “God, Quinn, you’re so fucking tight.” Sweat beads up on his forehead and upper lip and he grimaces, as if it’s all he can do to stay still right now—but I don’t want him to stay still. I want him to sink the rest of that gorgeous cock into me. I tilt up my pelvis, relaxing my asshole as much as I can.

  “More, Charlie. Give it to me.”

  He opens his eyes, trying to gauge my expression, and what he sees must convince him I’m ready for more.

  He drizzles more lube around his cock for good measure, pulling back and forth in shallow strokes to get his erection as slippery as possible. Then he wedges it in, pushing forward forcefully, holding my gaze as he buries himself in me until I can feel his pubic hair against my skin.

  Holy fuckity fuck.

  “Ahhh,” I cry out, unable to keep it in.

  Concern takes over Charlie’s face. “Are you okay?”

  I take a deep breath and try to acclimate to the intrusion. “Fuck, your cock is big.”

  He begins to back out and I stop him, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Don’t you dare. I just needed a second. I’ve never had a cock as big as yours up my ass.”

  He stills. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m not fragile, I promise. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my ass like it’s never been fucked before.”

  He relaxes and smiles at me, giving me that sexy, panty-dropping smile.

  “That I can do.” He removes my legs from around his waist and motions for me to hold my knees back like I was before. “I need to play with your sweet pussy. I want to feel you come while I’m buried in your ass.”

  Yesss. Typically, the only way I come from anal is with a vibrator against my clit, but we’re at his house—no toys here. However, Charlie is well versed in how to make me come.

  He holds my thighs open wide and slides in and out of my ass, keeping his movements smooth and controlled, allowing me a moment to get used to the feel of him burrowing into me then pulling almost all the way out. He watches the spot where we’re connected and I wish I could see too.

  Then he moves his hands in toward my center and swipes a finger up my slit, flicking at my clit.

  “Yesss,” I moan, closing my eyes as I take in all the different sensations.

  A sudden smack to my pussy has my eyes flying back open.

  “Did you just slap me?” I ask, incensed.

  His response is another slap, this time landing right on my clit. The pain surprises me initially but then morphs somehow into pleasure. A deep moan escapes me without permission and he chuckles.

  “You like it.”

  “No I don’t,” I huff.

  Slap.

  “Fuck!”

  “Is that why you’re so wet? Because you don’t like it?” His finger pumps into my cunt, and the pressure of his cock in my ass makes my pussy tighter and his finger feel so much bigger than ever before, not to mention the sensation of his piercing rubbing up and down my sensitive flesh.

  His cock is pumping faster now, and his finger matches the rhythm. I feel my orgasm start to build.

  “Your pussy doesn’t lie, Red. You like my cock in your ass, and you like when I slap your clit. Are you going to come? Give. It. To. Me.” The last words are punctuated not only with his thrusts, but also with a slap to my clit.

  “God,” I sob, trying not to let go of my legs. My body is bouncing with the force of his thrusts and I’m hanging right on the edge. I look up to Charlie, desperation in my face. “Please,” I whisper.

  He holds my gaze as he snaps his hips and pinches my clit all at once. The two sensations at once push me into bliss and I scream out, falling apart with blinding pleasure. I feel my pussy spasm around his finger, and I also feel my ass clench around his cock.

  Then he shouts and follows me, his cock pulsing inside me.

  Maybe it takes minutes to come down from my orgasm, maybe hours, but when I’m conscious again, I register that Charlie is wiping me clean with a warm washcloth. I hear the water running in the bathroom as he washes his hands then a warm body cocoons mine and I drift off to sleep.

  I wake up to the sensation of being watched, like a tickle on the back of my neck. Sure enough, when I open my eyes, cobalt blue eyes are staring at me.

  “Hey sleepy.” Charlie smiles.

  “Hey sexy. Sorry I conked out. How long have I been asleep?” I stretch languidly, feeling a twinge in my nether regions.

  “Not long, maybe a half hour or so.”

  “You couldn’t sleep?” He seems so serious right now.

  “Just thinking.”

  “About?” I prod.

  “Us.” Oh fuck. Are we going to talk about us? What if he doesn’t feel the same things I’m feeling? What if he tells me we need to back off? My heart rate kicks up a notch and I’m instantly wide awake.

  “What about us?” I swallow, needing more spit in my mouth.

  He looks at me warily. “I know we started this thing not wanting anything serious.”

  “We did.” I nod and hold my breath.

  “It seems like we’ve gotten a bit carried away.”

  What does that mean? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

  “You’re probably right.”

  He takes a deep breath, preparing to say something else, and my lungs all but freeze up. “The thing is, you’ve gotten under my skin, Quinn. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His expression is so sincere.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I tell him, blowing out the breath I was holding.

  “I want you to be mine.” Vulnerability shines in his eyes, and I immediately want to soothe it.

  My smile is hard to contain, but I try. “Yours? That sounds kind of barbaric.”

  “Yes, mine—mine to fuck, mine to talk to, mine to protect.” He kisses my lips so sweetly I could cry. “And I’ll be yours.”

  “Mine?” I like the sound of that.

  He nods.

  “Mine to fuck and talk to and protect?”

  “If you want.” He studies me, looking from one eye to the other, trying to gauge my reaction. “You’re killing me here, Red. What do you think about this? About us?”

  “I…” How do I explain this? “I’m not sure I ever want to get married again, Charlie.”

  “Whoa, whoa.” He chuckles. “That was not a proposal.”

  “I’m just saying, I was married before and the contract did nothing. Saying vows in front of a judge or a priest, it doesn’t mean anything other than making it a very expensive breakup. A relationship has to be a commitment between two people. If you want to get married someday, I’m not the one for you.”

  “I don’t need a promise of marriage, Quinn.”

  “What do you need a promise of then?”

  “What if…” He ponders this for a second. “What if we make up our own rules?”

  I raise my eyebrows in question. “What?”

  “What I’m saying is that I want us to be together. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, but we can define our own relationship, Quinn. If we’re both on the same page, we can do whatever we want.”

  His gorgeous blue eyes pin me with their intensity. I can’t look away, but I’m not sure how I feel about what he’s saying.

  “We can decide if we want to
play with someone else. As long as we both want it and no one is getting hurt, I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

  “I was cheated on once before, and I don’t think I can go through that again,” I tell him.

  “I don’t want to have sex with anyone else unless you’re there—unless you want to play with someone else together. Do you consider what we did with Tobias cheating?”

  “Well, no…” I drift off, trying to gather my thoughts. “You want to be like…swingers?”

  “I don’t know what the definition of swingers is, but I think that’s more like swapping partners, and I don’t want to swap. I want you all the time. I only want to include someone else if we both want to.”

  “But, what if you want to have sex with someone else and I’m not there?”

  “I haven’t had sex with anyone else since that night at Club Bailar with Miss Double D when you watched me—if you call that sex. I haven’t wanted to. When I went to New York for my work trip, someone tried to pick me up at the bar and you know what I did?”

  Oh no. My stomach drops at the thought of him fucking someone else while he was away. “No, what?”

  “I blew her off to text you.”

  The knot in my belly loosens. “You did?”

  “I did. When’s the last time you had sex with someone else?”

  “Well, Tobias.” That was just the other night.

  “I mean without me there.”

  I think about this. “Not since before that night at Club Bailar either.”

  He raises only his right eyebrow as if to say I made his point.

  “So let me get this straight: you want to be in a relationship with me, but we can decide to have sex with other people and as long as we’re both there, it’s okay?” I’m skeptical. “What if I don’t ever want to have sex with a third person?”

  “Then we won’t. The only reason I would want to have sex with someone else would be to have you watch me, if it turned you on to see me, or to play together. If you weren’t there, I’d rather just be with you.” He shrugs as if this is the simplest thing and I’m being a dunce for not getting it.

  “And you’re okay with me having sex with another guy as long as you’re there?”

  “I’m saying that we talk about it, as a couple, and decide if we want to play with someone else. If I don’t like the guy or you don’t like the girl—or vice versa—then we don’t play, no questions.”

  “That sounds a bit…unconventional.”

  “Yes. Be unconventional with me, Quinn.” His eyes plead with me to take this chance with him.

  I waver, unsure if I want to give Charlie the power to hurt me.

  He sees my indecision and pulls me into his arms. “If you don’t want this, just tell me. I know I just sort of sprang this on you. I’m going to go take a shower and give you some time to think, okay?” He kisses my forehead, a sad, resigned smile on his face, and starts to get out of bed.

  My heart jumps into my throat at the thought of him leaving right now, thinking I don’t want him. “Wait.” I grab his arm, tugging him back to me. Hope seeps into his eyes, but he’s hesitant, and I can see I have the power to hurt him, too. “Don’t go. I’m afraid of the whole third person thing, afraid there’s a thin line between playing and cheating, but I’m willing to try.”

  “I promise we’ll only do it if we both want to. If you don’t want to share, my cock is all yours. I won’t ever cheat on you, Quinn. I know that’s a big deal.”

  “Okay. And I promise I won’t ever lie to you, Charlie. I know that’s a deal breaker for you.”

  His smile breaks across his face, as bright as the sun. I think mine must match his, because my cheeks hurt.

  “So, we’re going to do this? You’re mine?”

  I laugh out loud at his boyish excitement. “And you’re mine. What shall I do with you?”

  “I can think of a few things.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

  “So can I.”

  I guess we can be a little late.

  HAVING A GIRLFRIEND IS…AMAZING, but I think it’s only because the girlfriend is Quinn. Friday arrives in a flash and I realize we’ve seen each other almost every day this week. If we don’t see each other during the day, we end up in each other’s bed, and sex with her just keeps getting better and better.

  I love that she isn’t clingy; she has her career and understands that I have mine. I love that she creates amazing art. Last night, she told me she was going to try to get some work done before I got there and left the door unlocked for me. When I arrived, I found her in the studio, wearing a paint-splattered shirt with the music blaring and a look of pure focus and concentration on her face. I must’ve taken 30 pictures of her while she was painting before she noticed I was there. I’m going to edit the photos and see if she wants to put them up on her website. Hell, maybe I’ll even put them up on mine.

  Tonight is happy hour with the boys and Max asked if the ladies could join us. This used to be annoying, but ironically, I’m glad he asked. I’ve seen Quinn all week long, but I can’t wait to see her again. This will be the first night we’re around our friends as a couple and I know Max and Logan are going to give me shit about it.

  In fact, I’d rather get this over with now than wait until later.

  Me: Okay boys, I have news.

  Logan: You jack off again? That’s not news.

  Max: What’s your news?

  Me: Fuck off Logan. Like you don’t jack off.

  Logan: Tate takes good care of me. You jack off less when you have regular amazing sex, but you wouldn’t know about that.

  Me: Actually, I would.

  Max: ??? Are you saying you have a girlfriend?

  Me: Yes, that’s what I’m saying.

  Logan: Are you kidding?

  Me: I never kid about sex.

  Max: Who is she? Are you bringing her tonight?

  Logan: Yeah, I have to see it to believe it.

  Me: It’s Quinn.

  Two beats go by with no response. No jumping dots indicating that someone is writing a message, nothing, and I know it’s about to start. So, I set my phone down and return some emails while they get their reactions out of their systems. Then I pick it back up and scroll through their responses.

  Logan: I fucking told you, Max! You owe me $50.

  Max: Quinn? Monica swears she isn’t the relationship type.

  Logan: I called it.

  Max: Quinn Fitzpatrick?

  Logan: Mr. I don’t need a girlfriend when I can fuck a different girl every night.

  Max: I can’t believe Monica didn’t tell me.

  Logan: Charlie! Where the fuck did you go?

  Max: He’s ignoring us.

  Logan: Maybe he’s making it up.

  Max: Nah, he isn’t making it up. Why would he?

  Max: Besides, this is awesome. The girls all get along. It would have sucked if he started dating someone like Candi.

  Logan: Oh God, that laugh.

  Max: Quinn is perfect for Charlie. She’ll keep him on his toes.

  Me: You guys done yet?

  Max: She coming tonight?

  Me: Yes, she’ll be there.

  Logan: This I have to see.

  I chuckle as I pocket my cell. Moments later, I hear a knock at my door.

  “Come in.”

  My boss, Jason, peeks his head through my door. “Got a sec?”

  “Of course, what’s up?”

  He opens the door up all the way and takes a seat on the other side of my desk. Jason is a heavyset man with salt and pepper hair. Laugh lines are carved into his face, framing his mouth with parenthesis, and his brown eyes are kind.

  “Just wanted to touch base about New York. Roger emailed me that he was so pleased with your last meeting. Thanks so much for taking care of him.”

  “That’s what I’m here for.” I smile at him. Jason is a fair boss and has given me such support since I started working here. “I’m working on some design concepts for his marketi
ng campaign now. I’ll send them to you when I’m done.”

  “You’ve handled this new acquisition well, Charlie. There may be a spot in management coming up, and your name is at the top of my list to fill that spot. I’ll recommend you for the job if you think it’s something you want.”

  My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “A spot in management?” I’ve never wanted to go into management, but I’m thrilled he has me in mind for a promotion.

  “I think you’d make a great manager. The staff all respect your talent and you can make people do things while making them laugh.”

  I chuckle. “I appreciate you letting me know.”

  He stands up and heads toward the door. “I’ll keep you posted on the opening, and I look forward to seeing your concept. You’ll be going back to New York next week to finalize plans with Roger, right?”

  “You got it.”

  “Have a good weekend, Charlie.”

  “You too, Jason,” I say as he shuts my office door.

  Huh. I’m still in shock. He thinks I’m management material.

  Managers don’t take pictures though, and I don’t know how I’d survive without taking pictures. I know there are photographers in the company that start in my position and work their way up to management, but I could see myself keeping the job I have forever. I like working on projects, coming up with concepts, taking the pictures, and putting together the ads.

  Still, it’s flattering to hear that Jason thinks I could be a manager if I want to be.

  The clock tells me it’s time to leave, so I power down my computer, grab my cell, and head out. My mind is still reeling from that brief talk with Jason. As I exit the door, I find it’s raining outside. Spring is in the air and though it’s wet, I stop, tilt my head up to the sky, and close my eyes. I love the smell of spring. The frigid chill of winter is gone, replaced by a warm, fresh scent full of spring blossoms and new beginnings. Most of the people around me are dashing around, trying not to get wet, but I take my time, relishing the feel of the raindrops on my skin.