Unchained Melody

by S. K Munt

  ‘Oh...’ Callie moaned around him and then her tongue flicked at the tip of him, catching a drop of his essence and then swirling around, generating more. Hunter’s knees almost buckled. The pressure of her mouth was so tight that it could have been… Hunter’s eyes rolled back into his head and his cock jerked in Callie’s mouth. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold his release back because not only was Callie amazing at it, but she was fulfilling one of his most epic fantasies, worshipping on her knees like the good little groupie she was supposed to be; his and his alone. Still, he wanted something hotter, tighter, something that could take the violence of his frustration the way her throat would not.

  ‘Mmm…’ Callie slid her lips along the length of him like a flutist. ‘Baby you feel so good in my mouth...’

  Baby. Not ‘mate’ not ‘pal’ not ‘Hunt’ but ‘Baby.’ Her baby. Hunter groaned, bent down, and pulled her up by her upper arm. He turned them so that her back was against the wall, used his knee to spread her legs and then slipped his hand up her skirt.

  ‘I’m going to feel better here,’ he whispered, and almost lost it in his jeans again when he felt how soaked her panties were when his fingertips brushed against the damp fabric gathered between her legs. ‘Oh shit…’ Hunter leaned his head against the wall above her shoulder and sucked in an unsatisfying breath, trying not to black out from desire. ‘You are so wet Cal. So, so wet…’

  ‘You did this to me,’ she panted into his ear. ‘You always do this to me when you sing Hunter.’ Her hands slipped down his sweaty arms and then she hooked her thumbs over the edge of his jeans and inched them down a bit. ‘You were so on tonight I actually had to touch myself when I came back here...’

  A glottal sound escaped Hunter, her whispered words threatening to unravel him prematurely again. He could not believe that he’d just fronted Lonesome October for the first time and rocked it out and now Callie was backstage to worship him for it. It was the stuff of epic fantasies and he had to kiss her to shut her up because one more dirty word and he was going to lose it.

  But her lips were so soft that he sunk into them and that only increased the excitement eradicating his nervous system. As he teased her tongue with the tip of his own, he gently brushed her entrance with the tip of his finger, slowly parting her, dipping his fingertip in, checking that she was as ready as she was. She moaned and when her muscles gently tightened around his finger, he stiffened all over.

  ‘Fuck you now,’ he grunted releasing her thigh long enough to snap her underwear at the waist and shove them into the pocket of his jeans. Then he took her hips and lifted her into alignment with him. ‘Explore you later.’

  Callie’s eyes were wild as she tightened her legs around his waist and slung her arms over his shoulders. Hunter had tried this position before but it had never worked well, but he was stronger now and Callie had the build of a panther and he instantly knew that it was going to be off the charts good. There was something so hot about what they were doing and where they were doing it; Musician and fan. Spontaneous screw backstage. Best friend stolen from the other… it was illicit and raw and everything Hunter had ever dreamed his first time with Callie would be. Using his weight and one arm to hold her up against the wall, Hunter caught himself and guided it up towards her heat, sealing his mouth over hers, and groaning into her mouth when he first entered her; hard, sharp and hotter than anything he’d ever felt.

  ‘You’re so tight,’ he panted between her parted lips, feeling her stiffen as he drew back to get better leverage. Then he thrust into her, hard and felt Callie yelp and bury her face into his neck just as he hit resistance and surged onwards, too out of his mind with desire to feel her fingernails in his shoulders, feel her legs tighten around him until the initial cry of triumph left his throat. That’s when he heard her cry out softly again and shove her face into him harder, holding tighter, hanging on… but no longer squirming. No longer murmuring his name. In fact, there was a dampness on his shoulder that took the longest time to make sense.

  And then Hunter knew, and he felt a fist squeeze around his heart when he diagnosed her tears. He stilled, absolutely stunned, craned his neck away from hers so that he could stare up into her wet eyes.

  ‘Callie, oh Callie oh my- !’ His heart was going to break every rib he had. ‘You were still a virgin?!’

  Callie blinked, smiled weakly and brushed her lips against his. ‘Is this the time to discuss that?’ She whispered.

  Hunter stared at her, aghast. ‘No! Three minutes ago was the time to discuss it!’ Hunter was torn. He felt like the biggest asshole in the world for not knowing, not asking and he wanted to beg for her forgiveness, release her and come back to it when her eyes were dry and his head wasn’t spinning. And yet there he was, buried as far inside heaven as he’d ever expected to get and he did not want to stop. He’d rushed it. This should have been a special moment for her but he’d done her up against the wall like some cheap band fan and now he could not take that back. ‘You should have told me!’ His grip on her faltered as he debated whether he should release her, put her in a horse and carriage and take her to some swanky hotel or something. Wine, candles-the whole lot. ‘It’s not supposed to be like this!’

  But Callie tilted her head to the side and said: ‘How’s it supposed to be?’ She frowned, looking stricken. ‘Am I… oh no, is this a turn-off for you?’

  ‘A turn-off?! Are you out of your damned mind?’ Against his better judgement, he pressed into her again, needing to take away some of the agony that waiting was causing him when all he really wanted to do was thrust again. Pleasure rippled through him, instantly igniting him once more. ‘I’m just worried about you! Doesn’t this hurt?’

  ‘Yes, but it’s supposed to, right? I mean, I knew it was coming.’

  ‘But I didn’t!’ Hunter wiped her dark hair out of her eyes, shifted her weight again and groaned as she tightened around him, milking him while completely unaware of it. ‘I could have been more gentle. You could have told me how you wanted it and I could have tried to... to..’

  The next band up to play, Chasm, had started and a female voice he knew from school and other gigs was singing A. D. I. D. A. S. The band sounded tight, despite being muted somewhat by soundproof doors, but Hunter was annoyed at the song choice. Bon Jovi would have helped make the moment slight more tender than Korn did.

  Callie’s smile was radiant and his heart responded with a prolonged thump and he wondered if he was nuts for thinking about the competition when he already had the prize in his arms. ‘Hunter, my fantasy for my first time, was to go to a gig, have my socks knocked off by a brilliant musician, have him drag me backstage and do me hard against the wall.’ She wriggled her eyebrows. ‘And the only other fantasy I’ve ever had for my first, was if it was you.’ She brushed her lips against his and smiled. ‘So can’t you see how perfect this is?’ She kissed his jaw, shifted her weight and rolled her hips against his, making him grunt and nearly drop her as the pleasure overcame him. Not just the feel of her body, but her words, her voice, that light in her eyes. ‘Cant you feel how perfect this feels?’ She grunted herself, then trembled. ‘Or is this only amazing for me?’ She inhaled sharply again and rolled her hips. ‘Yes! Oh that’s-’

  ‘Oh... Cal...,’ Hunter’s sharp breaths punctured his lungs as he thrust into her heat again, once, then once more, wanting to be gentle but when she gave way to allow him deeper and then tightened on him when he tried to withdraw to thrust again, there was no holding himself back. He kissed her lazily when he could, but his focus was on the friction of Callie Clay against his throbbing cock. ‘Do you need me to get a…?’

  ‘No- I’m protected, and safe.’

  ‘Thank fuck- I think I only have five picks in my pocket anyway…’ Callie giggled and he caught her lips in that smile, adoring her. ‘I’m safe too.. I just… got tested...’ He thrust again, and again, each time going a little deeper, each time a little harder. ‘Can I…?’ He voiced the beginning o
f the best question he’d ever asked.

  Her eyes seemed to swirl with desire. ‘Inside me? Oh… I wouldn’t have it any other way…’

  Hunter moaned, certain that he was going to black out. Each time he impaled himself in her, she grew a little wetter, until he was sliding in and out of her rhythmically. ‘Did you plan this this way?’ He panted, feeling his climax growing, feeling the tension begin to leave her body, telling him that she was adjusting, allowing him to shape her. He gripped her ass with his hands and squeezed her greedily and she bucked, grew slicker around him, rose higher only to sink harder and began to pant. His jeans had only ridden down to his knees and his belt buckle was clanging against the brick behind her hip with every thrust, keeping a percussive beat to his physical harmony. ‘Have you saved yourself for me Callie?’

  Callie lifted her hips to meet his thrusts again and mewled in ecstasy. ‘A girl can hope right?’ She sheathed her fingers in his hair, gripping him, and that action pressed her breasts into his lips. ‘And pray that he still wants her like she once wanted him?’

  ‘You really wanted this?’ Hunter was quickly coming apart. She was too slick, too tight and she wasn’t wearing a bra so when her nipple grazed off his lower lip and instantly grew taut, it was all he could do not to sink his teeth into it. He wanted to eat her, devour her… nibble on every inch of her flesh. ‘You wanted me Cal? Tell me you wanted me.’

  ‘I wanted you Hunter!’ She rolled her hips again. ‘God you were so hot. Even then. When I touch myself, I imagine you coming through my bedroom window where I’d be lying naked, waiting-’

  Hunter sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her breast and emptied himself deep inside her with a guttural moan, pushed too far over the edge by the picture she painted to have a hope of hanging onto his orgasm. He couldn’t help it- he’d jerked off to that exact fantasy every night for three weeks since the ballet, as though Callie had been beside him, whispering it into his ear. And when she made a whinnying noise and sought out his mouth with her lips, her breathing excited as though his pleasure was doing her in, Hunter knew that he was in love with her again. And that maybe, he always had been.

  *

  Callie’s memories had not come back with the loss of her virginity, and so as she allowed Hunter to lead her back out into the crowded bar, it was all she could do not to cry, because since the moment that Hunter had broken through her maidenhood and absolutely nothing had changed; Callie had been unravelling.

  Callie had wanted her first experience to be special, but it annoyed her that it wasn’t her first experience- she’d done it before. Time and time again. Sure her body had been virginal but her soul was not. And according to Thespia, she used this exact body a lot, and had since the beginning of time, so part of her had been wondering if maybe it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe she’d be as responsive after penetration as she had been beforehand but no- as wonderful as the experience as it had been, and as good as it had felt towards the end, the shock of being broken open had almost made her scream.

  So, she was pissed off. She’d wanted to come with Hunter. She’d wanted to know what to do and half expected that she’d automatically know what to do to make that the experience of his lifetime, but she had nothing to compare it to and it had bloody well hurt in a way she hadn’t psyched herself up to deal with. She was just a stupid twenty-four year old with a twenty-four year old body. No fireworks, but no: ‘Wow I’m really doing it!’ moment either. Never had she felt so like she was straddling two different worlds but getting the benefit of neither, as she did then.

  But Hunter was grinning like a lunatic, and his fingers were laced through hers possessively as he steered her back to where he’d found her and that was heating her again despite her frustration. Only this time, when they arrived on the dance floor, he turned, wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her chin, swaying her to the music which had slowed down considerably. The band had started with Korn but was now onto Nickleback and Callie wrinkled her nose, not because they sounded bad because the woman on vocals was actually pretty incredible- but because the set list was out of order, and was going to mess with the energy of the room. It was a rookie mistake.

  ‘You’re incredible, you know that?’ Hunter asked, straightening to grin down at her. ‘That was…’ He bit his lip, flushed scarlet and attempted to look away but his face ducked back to hers. ‘I’ve never felt that kind of… connection before. With anyone. I know it’s not the same for you because you’ve never felt any connection, period, but trust me Callie, I feel like that was a first for me too.’

  The teenage girl inside her had had her growth rudely stunted at seventeen, when she’d been told to act her actual age, which was well over five thousand. But that teenage girl had not vanished and she flipped Callie’s tummy for two different reasons then; rolling it one way at the realization that Hunter had had other lovers and that she had not been his first as she’d once hoped, and then rolling back the other way to see the earnest expression on his face which made her believe that what he was saying was true. Emotion pricked at her eyes and heart and she averted her gaze, noticing Thespia in the far corner of the room, and dying a brief death inside as the reality of her situation hit home; she was not embarking on a great romance; but a literal Greek tragedy.

  It had never been this real before. But now that she was back in their lives- back in the centre of the life that she’d once dreamed would be hers- she felt all she had at stake. Instead of enjoying her future, and falling in love with her best friend, she was going to have to make him fall in love with her so his heart would be a big, swollen easy target for when she ran the lance through it. It was… despicable. They were cheek to cheek, hand in hand, heart-to-heart, and yet they didn’t even exist on the same plane.

  ‘Callie?’ Hunter’s whisper was full of concern. ‘Honey are you okay?’

  The ‘honey’ created a yawning hole in her heart where her fictional murmur was supposed to be. Callie pressed her lips into a hard, thin line, trying not to cry, and then Hunter turned her just so and she found herself staring at Ryan’s back, or rather, the female hands sliding down the back of Ryan’s jacket, polished bright pink and glittering nails dragging tracks through the supple leather as the woman pulled him tighter into a wet kiss. Ryan’s profile was contorted into a very sexual, very primal expression as he ravaged the bottle-blonde in his arms. A jolt of shock made Callie flinch and avert her eyes from the scene and now the tears really were dropping onto Hunter’s shoulder. Who was she? What kind of girl was so crazy about two men and turned them against each other just to pitch jealous fits when someone else picked up what she’d heartlessly discarded? Callie’s eyebrows pulled together as the tears flowed. And when she dared open them again, a shudder went through her when she saw one of Ryan’s eyes crack open, half-sneer at her even as his mouth worked against the other girl’s before closing his eyes again and apparently losing himself in his vengeful make-out session once more.

  It hit Callie hard, right in the pit of her stomach. She broke away from Hunter, feeling the grief, not of losing a would-be lover to another woman, but an old friend hurting her irrevocably and on purpose. Like she’d hurt him. The irony of the situation was not lost on Callie. She was about to turn to Hunter and tell him that she had to go run off and take her pill or something, or that she was crying because she was falling in love with and afraid it wouldn’t work, but then she saw the two talent scouts she’d arranged for Thespia to bring grinning as they made their way across the floor. Not to her of course, but to Hunter.

  His moment hadn’t arrived yet, but he was about to be vaulted there. She turned to her friend, squeezed his hand and allowed a shiver of victory to race through her as she understood just how over the moon Hunter was about to be. ‘I just need a minute,’ she said, leaning into his ear to whisper. ‘And by the look of those guys, they need twenty million of yours.’

  Hunter glanced at her, perplexed. ‘You know them?’

  But Calli
e smirked. ‘Everyone’s talking about them Hunter. The Fork In The Road is playing here in a few weeks, and those guys-’ she nodded. ‘Are looking for their opening act for the concert; a local act.’

  Hunter whirled on her. ‘Are you fucking serious? How could I not know this?!’

  ‘I think you might have been a bit preoccupied of late.’ Callie grinned at him and he blushed. But the truth was, no one knew about the platinum-album band coming to Araulen Valley yet, because Thespia had only finalized the deal the week before. Callie smiled and stepped away. ‘Anyway, I’ll make myself scarce-’

  But Hunter’s fingers tightened around hers and fear filled his eyes. ‘No Cal, don’t leave me!’

  She smiled, touched, and then tried not to grimace as she realized that there was no way she could infer otherwise- and no way she would ever really be able to be there for him. ‘I’m just some wild fan of yours Mr Marks,’ she pointed out. ‘because you are just that cool, remember?’ She winked and backed off, leaving Hunter where he belonged.

  *

  Hunter popped the champagne bottle and Callie squealed as the liquid overflowed and dribbled down onto her bare chest. Her nipples hardened, but she was shielding her face and looking away, giggling too much to notice that he’d lost focus on the champagne completely and was bending to lap it off her beautiful tits with his mouth. It ran off her curves and onto his sheets but Hunter chased it and attempted to catch every rivulet with his tongue.

  Callie stiffened, realizing that the moment had gone from playful to somewhere else and her chest expanded with an inhaled breath when Hunter’s tongue flicked off the peak of her left breast. ‘Hey…’ she purred, guiding his head to the other breast, crying out softly when he suckled on her. Her long legs parted around him, loosely hooking over his calves, opening herself to him even as she whispered: ‘Baby we only just finished what… round three?’