Unforeseen Riot

by Karen McKeown

  My mother was leading my father out of the living room when my dad asked, “Okay, Kath. You using the bathroom first, or me?”

  I turned to Cal and said, “Okay, well, I’m sorry and embarrassed that my parents showed up unannounced. I’m also sorry the evening took a sharp left turn because of that, but on the plus side it seems they like you. Um, I guess I’ll call you Sunday or something after they leave.”

  Cal moved two steps to me, put his hands on my waist and said, “Your mother said she’s looking forward to getting to know me. Your parents are here because they’re worried about your security, and that’s a blessing. In life, you take all the blessings you can get, big and small. Your father may not have said it, but he indicated he liked me the minute I said ‘smartphone access.’ It’s nine o’clock. They’re hittin’ the sack; are you so exhausted you need to do the same?”

  I felt like there was something Cal wasn’t saying, but rather than asking, I said, “Yeah, I’m pretty beat. I’ll walk you out, and we’ll talk later. Okay?”

  His hands on my waist moved to my ass, and Cal said, “Let me rephrase. We’re gonna go into your room –”

  My hands went to his hands on my tush and I said, “My parents are here, man!”

  Cal’s grip would not relent, and he chuckled at me, “I know that, sweet cheeks.”

  I tilted my head. “Then you know it’s time for you to scat.”

  Cal started walking me back toward my bedroom. My hands went to his chest in a different attempt to break away from him. Cal decided to step up his tactics, and his hands on my ass lifted me off my feet and we were in my bedroom in less than ten seconds.

  He put me down, and then he turned to quietly close the door when I said, “Callous! Seriously, you should go. We’re not having sex with my parents in the house, and there’s no way you’re spending the night.”

  Cal put one hand behind his neck and pulled his shirt off his torso and arms in a distinctly male fashion. This put a chink in my mental armor against him. He was stalking toward me.

  “You’re a funny girl, Mal.”

  I arched a brow at him, “Oh, now I’m a girl, am I?”

  He shrugged, and it was a marvel to watch his broad shoulders and his pectoral muscles all move with such grace. There was another dent in my mental armor. He grabbed my waist again and said, “You’re acting like a girl, aren’t you?”

  I had a feeling about where he was going with this, so I didn’t respond.

  “Who owns this house, baby?” he asked.

  On an eye roll, I said, “Me.”

  Cal gave an almost sarcastic sounding “Mmmm.” Then he asked, “And who’s over thirty in this room?”

  I put my hands on his warm shoulders. “Me, and I suspect, you, though I couldn’t say definitively.”

  He dipped his chin to me with a grin. “I’m over thirty, sweet cheeks.”

  I realized belatedly that Cal’s fingers at my waist had unbuttoned my jeans, and had now unzipped them. He moved his hands to my ass inside my jeans, “And who still has their virginity in this room?”

  I said, “Not me.”

  “Well, I’d be flattered if you’re concerned about my virtue, baby, but that cherry got popped almost two-and-a-half decades ago.”

  My eyes got huge and I pushed back on his shoulders, “What? Two-and-a-half, you can’t be serious. You would have been‒ what‒ a pre-teen?”

  Cal’s hands moved inside my sweater to rub my back; it was an expert strategy, since it forced me another inch closer to him, “Fourteen, Mal. I was –”

  “You can’t be serious,” I interrupted.

  He sighed, “I was in the foster-care system. Lotta bad shit goes on in the system. There is some good, but plenty of bad. I looked into that Michael Franti guy you played at the pool hall. If you’re a big fan of that song of his, he’s right about not believing in ‘the system’. No truer words, baby. Whether it’s the educational system, the prison system, foster-care system, you name a system, it’s more than likely fucked up.”

  “I’m sorry, Cal. I had no i—”

  He kissed my lips quickly, then said, “No, you couldn’t have any idea. But we’ve digressed. It’s your house, you’re not a virgin, you’re an adult, I’m an adult, and your parents are both aware of those facts. So, let’s start with where we were when we were so rudely interrupted, hmm?”

  “There’s no couch in here,” I said, but Cal saw through my tactics.

  His hands had moved back into my jeans, and he said, “Aware of that. The couch can wait its turn.”

  It was like Cal was a strange hypnotist. His hands had been on my ass and up my back, and I knew he had undone my jeans, but when his hands went back into my jeans I did not expect him to suddenly force my jeans to my ankles. Well, shit! He pulled on my waist forcing me to step out of the jeans. Time for a new tactic. Maybe we could skip sex, and Cal could just sleep next to me. Like two Fridays ago.

  I moved my hands from his shoulders, down his chest, and said, “Fine. How about we repeat two Fridays ago? You just sleep in my bed, and I sleep in my bed, and all’s well that ends well.”

  Cal exhaled a silent laugh, “Oh, all’s gonna be well, and it will damn sure end well, woman.”

  “Don’t. Call. Me –”

  Cal planted his mouth on mine to kiss me hard and deep. He moved my hands back up to his shoulders, and I should have recognized all of this for the attack that it was. Once my arms were up, he broke the kiss and his hands whipped my sweater over my head and off of my arms.

  My hands immediately found my hips, “You called me ‘woman’ on purpose, dammit!”

  A wicked smile ghosted Cal’s lips and his hands went under my armpits and he tossed me onto my king-sized bed as if I weighed next to nothing. Let me tell you, I don’t eat muffalettas at Jason’s Deli to maintain a healthy BMI, so I’m no rag doll. Being tossed about as such surprised the hell out of me, and I stifled a squeal when I remembered my parents were in the house.

  Cal was standing at the side of the bed in between my legs. He pulled off my socks and tossed them aside. He put a knee to the bed, leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I told you earlier, you’re gonna let me in that fortress. What I should have said is, I’m getting in that fortress whether you let me in or not. You won’t let me in, I’ll barge in. If riling you up by calling you ‘woman’ gets that guard down, I’m gonna do that. Now, are you loud?”

  My eyes slid to the side, and back to Cal. He pushed up, then turned around to lean his ass to the bed and took off his motorcycle boots. I asked his back, “What do you mean, ‘am I loud?’”

  I heard his boots clatter on the floor. Cal stood up and turned back to me, undid his jeans and shoved them down along with his boxer briefs. If Cal thought calling me ‘woman’ got my guard down, I wasn’t about to tell him that seeing his fully-erect cock dropped my guard entirely. I hadn’t had many lovers in my time. Greg was decently endowed, and we enjoyed each other, but Cal was maybe an inch longer and possibly half-an-inch larger in diameter. I wasn’t sure my va-jay-jay was going to allow Cal entry. Shit. Faced with him in all his glory, I suddenly felt inadequate. I suppose this was one way to move Cal along. No way could I compare to the multitude of women he had experienced. This had all the makings of a one-and-done experience. I just hoped I could survive the aftermath.

  Cal kissed his way up my legs. When he got nearly to the top of my thighs, he ran his nose directly in between my legs. He kissed my belly just above my panties, swirled his tongue in my belly button. He dragged his lips up to the underside of my bra. Then he put both forearms in the bed on either side of my head, and he said, “Whatever is in your head. I mean it, whatever it is, no matter what, you shut that shit down. You looked like a deer in the headlights, which I can understand. Then you looked like you were going to a funeral, which is a blow to my ego, Mallory. Lucky for you, I’m pretty damn tough. This goes like I intend for it to go, this isn’t some one night stand. I don’t k
now if that was what your funeral look was all about, and I don’t care. I want you. I’ve wanted you since you nearly plowed me over while trying to hunt me down. Need to know if you’re loud? Are you a moaner, screamer? We’re doin’ this tonight, and I don’t particularly care that your parents are here, but you do. If you tend to get loud, you get loud in my mouth or on me. Deal?”

  I was pretty sure I was looking very deer-in-the-headlights again. I hadn’t had sex in nearly eighteen months, and I couldn’t remember if I was loud or not. Greg and I didn’t want Landon to hear us at night, so any noises I might have made would have been stifled or held in check. I shook a little with laughter, and said, “I don’t remember if I’m loud or not. How pathetic is that!”

  Cal shook his head, then put his forehead to mine and said, “Not pathetic, baby. Means what you got for me is gonna be that much better.”

  He gave me more of his weight as his arms slid around my back and unhooked my bra. He slid the straps down my arms then tossed the undergarment aside. Cal grabbed both breasts with his hands and gave them a reverential squeeze. He sucked on my left nipple and quickly did the same to the right nipple. I squirmed a little and a glint came to Cal’s eyes, “I’ll give these girls more attention a little later. See how squirmy I can really make you.”

  Then Cal slithered down my body, and yanked my panties down my legs forcefully saying, “Normally, I don’t mention other men when I’m in my woman’s bed, but Vamp’s had me curious about this since you offered us lunch.”

  He gave my legs gentle shoves so he had more room to maneuver. His tongue traced the slight arc of my left hip bone. Then he pointed his tongue and moved it from the base of my folds to my clitoris. My hips bucked and I drew in a sharp breath. I saw his eyes cut to my face, and he swung each of my ankles over his shoulders. He raised his head and said with a sly grin, “Even sweeter than sweet.”

  He grabbed each globe of my ass and went back to licking, tasting, and trying to devour me. The force of many sensations was building in me rapidly. My hands went to Cal’s head and my fingernails scraped brutally along his scalp. Cal grumbled into my sex at my brazen touch, and tingles gathered along my spine. My legs dug into his back and I spread my thighs wider. My right hand left his scalp and started toward my chest, but Cal quickly pulled a hand out from under my ass and put my hand back on his head. Then he grabbed my breast. I didn’t know how he knew that was what I was going to do to myself, or how he knew it was what I desperately needed, but he did. His thumb and index finger locked onto the tip of my nipple and gave a solid pinch that then went into a roll. I clamped my lips closed and mewed through my nose.

  Cal lifted his head about two inches in order to level a stern hazel gaze at me. His voice was hoarse when he said, “You remember telling me you should ‘come at me?’ And I made a lewd comment about it. Well, you’re gonna come at me, now, baby.” He lowered his chin and sucked hard at my clit. I reflexively ground my sex into his face while hanging on to his hair for dear life. I was so close. My neck arched. Cal slid two fingers into my wetness. He pumped once, maybe three times, curled his fingers up and I lost it. I threw an arm over my mouth to stifle my moan.

  My breath was slowing. Cal, wearing nothing more than a shit-eating grin, laid down on me to say, “You almost made me blow my wad and you haven’t even touched me below the waist. Christ, I almost feel like a teenager again. You’re a real firecracker, baby. Now, I’m gonna wrap up my dick and put a wick in your fire, Mallory.”

  I watched Cal sheath his cock with a condom, and my worries about being able to handle him came back. He grabbed the underside of my knees and gently slid me further into the bed. He looked me in the eye and said, “You know how I said, I didn’t call you ‘my’ woman? After this night, Mal, you’re my woman. So get used to it, sweet cheeks.” I tilted my head back further to give the ceiling an exasperated look and Cal licked from my jaw down to my right breast.

  The attention at my breasts made me start squirming again, and Cal lifted up and gradually slid his cock into my pussy. It was definitely tight, but my earlier orgasm prevented his presence from being uncomfortable. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but he was still holding my knees up. Cal released a groan that sounded like it was commingled with a hum of “Mmmm.” Then he whispered, “That is good. Slick, snug, and sweet. Fuck, yeah.” I grabbed Cal’s hands at my knees; he leaned forward as he grabbed my hands, and pinned them next to my head.

  He smiled wickedly at me and began to thrust. Hard.

  Like many women, I had never come during penetrative sex. It was either oral action or I had to take care of business on my own. I didn’t know if it was Cal stroking my ego in advance, or if it was the terribly long dry spell that had ended, or if it was just Cal in general, but Cal thrust into me three times and I could feel the tingle building again. My God! I was going to be ruined. I couldn’t remember any sex being this hot and so damn delicious. Cal’s head was bent low to watch his cock move in and out. I moved my head up, he caught my movement, and I managed to tug on his earlobe with my teeth. I dropped my head back, and he crushed his lips to mine. Our tongues clashed, and Cal sucked my bottom lip forward and nibbled it.

  I was pushing against Cal’s hands. He broke the kiss and said in a low voice, “We do this my way, baby. I want you pinned beneath me. You’ll get your chance to play, just not tonight. Stop trying to break my hold, or you’re gonna ache tomorrow.”

  I shot him a dirty look and tipped my hips up more, as I said, “I need more, honey. I want to touch you, bite you, something.”

  Cal’s hazel eyes shimmered as he whispered, “I’ll give you more, sweets.” Then he kissed me long and hard. He moved my hands directly above my head, pined both with one of his hands, then used his free hand to roll my left nipple. He broke the kiss, and then he sucked my right breast hard and deep, and then nibbled the nipple. I gasped out, “Gah!”

  Cal lifted his head to grin at me, then dipped his hand down between us, finding my sweet spot. He kissed my bottom lip, slanted his head and gave me a kiss that rivaled the soap-opera-esque kiss from the night before. I was grinding my hips as hard as I could in such an angled position and Cal’s thumb swirled. I felt like I could explode or crawl out of my skin. I was out of it. I released a keening scream into Cal’s mouth, and I thought I could feel him smiling even through such a passionate kiss. He thrust twice more and broke the kiss with a guttural groan.

  He released my wrists, moved my legs down his body, and wrapped his arms around me tightly. My arms and legs twined around him, and I squeezed for all I was worth. Cal’s face was buried in my neck and he chuckled.

  “I thought the squeeze and quiver of your pussy was the best feeling I’ve had ever, but I was wrong. Your pussy squeezing and quivering while your arms and legs squeeze me to death is far better. Fuck. That was phenomenal.”

  Phenomenal? I wasn’t sure if he could be believed. I knew it was phenomenal for me, but maybe Cal was just saying that. My breath was normalizing, but I must have exhaled too strongly because Cal’s head tipped up.

  “Hey. Don’t let that shit start up in your head again. I say what I mean and mean what I say, babe. Fucking phenomenal. And I know it was for you too. Can’t say I’ve ever had a woman scream in my mouth. Your parents are here tomorrow night, I’m gonna make it happen again. Or maybe some morning action. Talk about ‘Oh, what a good morning.’”

  My hold loosened, and I shot Cal a scathing look. “You are not getting any in the morning. My parents are early risers.”

  He grinned. With a kiss to my jaw he said, “That’s all right sweet cheeks. I gotta ease you into my way of life anyhow. Let’s get ready for some z’s.”

  Chapter 14

  I woke up naked and curled up with Cal the same way I had woken up with him a couple of weeks ago. I was nuzzled up on his broad chest and my right leg was tangled over his right leg. This time though, he was still asleep, his right hand was resting next to my ass, and he was turned toward me.
Cal was a gorgeous specimen, no doubt about it. When he was sleeping and his cocky certainty relaxed, he was a sight to savor. His sandy-blond hair was likely due for a haircut. The locks that were long on the top of his head were mussed from sleep, and possibly from the post-coital make-out session that we cut short before things got too heavy. His five-o’clock shadow, while not much of a shadow because of the hue of his hair, had become coarser stubble sprouting from his cheeks and chin.

  My bladder was throbbing. I attempted to deftly withdraw myself from Cal’s side, but his hand resting by my ass latched on tight. He turned his head further toward me and his hazel eyes blinked open at me. Cal lifted his head and grazed my cheek with his nose, and then he placed a tender kiss on my lips.

  “Good morning, Mallory.”

  He made my name sound so melodic and beautiful. I was starting to love hearing him say my full name. I took a deep breath and said, “Good morning, Callous.”

  He rubbed my back. “Just Cal, baby.”

  I wanted to know more about that, but my need to pee won out. I rubbed his chest, “Okay, ‘Just-Cal.’ I gotta pee like a race horse, so can you let me up?”

  He patted my ass, and then threw the covers off of us. I did my morning business and washed my face. I padded out of the bathroom wearing my light pink terrycloth robe. Cal went in after me. I went into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me. The living room was dark, but I could hear the shower going in the guest bathroom. I had pulled four coffee mugs out of a cabinet when my father came into the kitchen wearing a white crew-neck undershirt and a pair of khaki pants. My father turned on the kitchen light, and said, “Good morning, baby doll.”

  “Good morning, Dad.”

  Cal came out wearing his jeans and his green long-sleeve shirt. His face looked damp, and he rubbed his eyes using his thumb and index finger. He looked at me and asked, “You got a pot of coffee goin’, baby?”

  I gestured to the Keurig my father had just placed a cup under. Cal nodded, and took a seat at the kitchen nook table. My mother walked in wearing a pair of army-green Bermuda shorts, a button-up short-sleeve blouse with a palm frond pattern and a pair of Keds on her feet. She was holding a plastic grocery bag and she pulled out two K-cups of Café Bustello.