Unconditional

“We aren’t having sex.” Yet, my mind adds and I pray on all that’s holy that my subconscious is correct. That eventually we’ll get there.

“You rubbing against my dick until we come is pretty high up on the list of things we shouldn’t be fucking doing.” I can hear the hesitation in his voice but I also hear the lust.

The want.

I can see the war behind his eyes over what to do, so I push him just a little harder.

“Shhh.” I begin to rub against him and I can feel the juices from my orgasm getting all over the inside of my leggings. The seam of the fabric grazes my clit with every swipe and I wonder if I’m going to come again. “You’re so hard. God, Cal. Is it all for me?” I wrap my arms around his neck as I begin to move faster against him. His hands find my hips and begin to control the speed, pushing and pulling me harder on him.

“Yes.” He hisses. “It’s for you.” His face tucks into my neck and I feel my nipples hardening as I brush against him. “Please don’t hate me one day for this,” he whispers so low that I almost miss it.

But I don’t.

I pull him away from my neck and shake my head. “What?” I stop moving and look him square in the eye. “I could never hate you. Jesus, Cal, I love you. This isn’t a crush or infatuation or some bizarre hero complex. I am full blown in love with you. Don’t you get that?” His eyes trail my face, my guess is, looking for a sign that I’m serious or that I’m unsure. I grab his face in my hands. “I know you may not be feeling what I’m feeling but…”

His lips cut mine off with a kiss so scorching I want to rip my clothes off. I begin to move again, to match the movements of our mouths. “I’m right there with you,” he whispers against my lips.

I HAVE OFFICIALLY LOST MY mind.

That is the only thing that would give plausible reason for my behavior the last three days.

Touching Maddie

Kissing Maddie

Tasting Maddie.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It wasn’t enough for me to touch her or kiss her or let her rub against me until I came in my pants like a fucking horny teenager, but I had to suck her orgasm off her fingers. I had to run my tongue over each of her tips, my brain memorizing the sweet taste of her arousal.

That was three days ago, and I can’t get that taste out of my mind. She tasted salty but sweet and I swear I keep running my tongue over every inch of my mouth in search of any hint of her flavor that may have lingered.

I knew it was a mistake to taste her even if it wasn’t from the source because all it did was unleash this beast lurking inside of me. One that wants to devour her. Pin her to the mattress and fuck her till she doesn’t know her own name.

Till she doesn’t know mine.

Till she calls me Daddy.

I wanted that precious gift she has tucked between her legs and I wanted to claim it as mine. I know from Aria—and because no guy has the balls to be sniffing around the police chief’s “little girl”—that she’s still a virgin…and I want to be that man that has the first taste.

I want to drive my cock so far into her sweet cunt that she’ll never want anyone else but me.

That’s the dangerous man that I’ve been trying to keep at bay. The one that has the power to ruin everything.

Ruin her.

Maddie, however, seems to be more than willing to spar with the beast and is doing her best to bring him out of hiding, which is why her warm body is pressed against me and wiggling against my morning wood.

Her soft sighs are doing nothing but making me harder and just when I’m ready to kick her out of bed so I can get some hold on my self-control she spins in my arms and stares up at me with those soft blue eyes.

She blinks several times, like she’s trying to convince herself that she’s in bed with me at 6 AM. “Morning.”

I try to pull out of her grasp but she holds tighter and snuggles closer to me, sliding her leg through mine and bumping my cock with her thigh. Her lips find my neck and she leaves feather-light kisses all the way from the back of my ear to the top of my shoulder and then back again.

I grip her around her waist and pull her closer despite the voices in my head telling me to put space between us. “Why are you up so early?” I turn my nose into her hair and breathe in her scent. Her shampoo smells like coconut and lime and I’ve grown accustomed to smelling it all over my pillow.

“Your mom will be here soon…” she trails off, “to start cooking.”