I try to ignore the racing in my heart as my pulsing clit has totally taken control, and before I can stop myself, I’ve rubbed against his cock.
“Maddie, please…” His voice is pained and I was fully planning to stop—maybe, but when I open my eyes, Cal’s are closed and I can tell he’s gritting his teeth.
“Just…do this for me. Please.” I beg as the fire between my legs becomes greater with each stroke. His cock is fully hard at this point and I feel my clit peeking out between the lips of my sex. Slick and swollen and desperate to be touched without two layers of clothes.
“Maddie, we can’t…” His face is red beneath his beard, bringing out a trace of auburn in his facial hair. “Please…get up.”
“You can make me.” It’s a gamble, yes, but one I’m willing to take. His hands tighten on my thighs and I know it’s time to up the ante. I rub again, stroking his dick with my pussy up and back slowly, teasingly. “But I think I can make you come.”
“Madeline…”
“Maybe you should stop saying my name. It’s fucking with your head.”
“You dry humping me is fucking with my head. Saying your name is keeping me from leading us somewhere we can’t come back from.”
I freeze. “Like what?”
“You know what.” His voice is low and it vibrates through my body.
“Like fucking me?”
The magic F word must make him come to his senses because he’s sitting up in an instant and gripping my forearms. A familiar smell wafts around us and I wonder if he can sense it too. Sex. My sex. Arousal. My orgasm forming on my pussy and dripping into my panties. He licks his lips and his eyes darken from their usual brown to almost black.
“Cal.” My eyes drop to his mouth and I feel his gaze searching my face.
“Maddie.” His tone almost sounds like a question, but I’m not sure the answer. Is he asking me to stop? Or asking me to keep going?
“I’ve wanted this…for so long.”
“I don’t know what this is, but this is wrong.”
“I won’t tell anyone. Not even Sasha, I swear.”
“That’s not the point, Mads…I’m…”
“Not my father.” Maybe that forbidden aspect of our relationship turns me the fuck on, but it might kill Cal.
“I’m supposed to protect you.”
“Who says you’re not?”
“I can’t…like this.”
“Would you rather I let another boy do it?” I’m pushing him and I know it. I know Cal is overprotective when it comes to me. He wants to keep me in a cage until I’m married.
“You let another boy touch you and I’ll ruin the fuck out of his future,” he snaps.
“Why?”
“You know why, Madeline. No one is good enough for you.”
“What about you?”
“I’m not an option.”
“I think I get a say…” I move in his lap. “Your cock surely wants one.”
He groans and falls to his back, shutting his eyes and putting a hand over his face and I note he still hasn’t moved me. “You can’t say things like that.”