22. Incognito
22 INCOGNITO
Cal
Daphne was asleep when I drove to the local pharmacy, arriving early to avoid a crowd. I may have been out of state, but I was where every well-heeled Chicagoan retreated to on summer weekends. Clad in a Cubs cap and dressed down, I hoped I was sufficiently incognito. My security guy minded the front of the small pharmacy-cum-grocery in this sleepy lakeshore town. I knew he probably judged me, but I didn’t care.
I tried not to think about Daphne’s happy moans as I ducked into the appropriate aisle and grabbed the first acceptable box of condoms. Trying not to make a big deal, I added a pile of snacks and pushed them across the counter towards the clerk. She looked at me as she rang up my purchase, trying to place me. Internally, I melted down.
“Are you…”
I held off finishing the sentence. Play it cool, Cal .
“One of the Vanderveens?” She finished her thought.
“Oh, nope,” I waited for the total. “Sorry. Just visiting a friend here. Not a local.”
“I swore you were Robbie Vanderveen’s kid. Well, you’ve got a doppelganger.”
“Interesting.” I was disinterested.
I tapped my credit card to pay. She handed me the bag, and I raced out, hopping into my car and dashing back to Daphne’s where I found her cracking eggs in the kitchen into a bowl, the smell of bacon tempting me.
“Daph, you didn’t need to make breakfast.”
“I’m in a good mood,” she said. “So, sue me!”
I grinned. I’d never woken up with her before. It was a treat.
I kissed Daphne’s forehead. “You’re too kind. I promise to make up for it.”
“Oh, I’ll take you up on the offer, Cal. If you can make the toast, that would be great.”
“I can handle toast,” I said.
“Can you cook?” Daphne asked.
“I am fully housebroken, and, yes, I can cook,” I chuckled. “My mom cannot. I learned so we had something to eat that wasn’t out of the microwave. Tim is the cook in the family. Chloe would burn the house down.”
Daphne giggled. “That’s sad. Mum doesn’t cook. Dad always did. I’m making his ‘famous’ eggs.”
“What makes them famous?”
“Cheese,” Daphne answered. “But he tried to teach us all to cook. It worked for Davey, Dahlia, and me.”
“Ah, Dahlia. Well, she’s a pro.”
“I know,” Daphne said. “I wish I could convince her to come home.”
“She could make the place a trendy spot, you know?” I said.
“The food hall could be amazing, right? If I gave her the reins, she’d make it fabulous.”
“Chloe would hype the hell out of it.”
“Influencers are a big part of what we need,” Daphne said. “Davey doesn’t see the point. Dad didn’t, either, but they need to wise up. Influencers are walking billboards. Our customers spend most of their time on social media. If you have no social media footprint, do you exist?”
“Nope,” I said. “It was a big part of my campaign.”
“Did Chloe hype you?”
“Chloe wasn’t my target demographic. It was young community organizers. I had a cult-like following and just ran with it. No clue how it worked. It was organic.”
“We need that. Cal, can you set up meetings so I can work on all of this? I am serious. I want to do it.”
“Of course,” I agreed. “Absolutely. And just to be clear… it has nothing to do with what happened last night.”
She bit her lip. “I know. But last night was… lovely. Thank you.”
“Oh, I plan to take full advantage of this moratorium on normal life today. I’m prepared.”
I nodded at the bag.
“Good. I’ll let you if you want to spend all day in bed after this. However, if I do not eat something, I’ll be hangry. Always feed me breakfast. I don’t take kindly to being hungry.”
I snickered. “Noted.”
Daphne bit her lip. “Of course, I don’t have to start the eggs for a minute, and the bacon has twenty minutes, so we have some time to kill.”
“I like the way you think, Daphne,” I said.
* * *
Daphne
I didn’t see myself as the type of girl to get it on in her mother’s conservatory. I also didn’t think I’d be the person to do it astride my late father’s best friend on an expensive heirloom piece of wicker furniture. Mother had only recently reupholstered it custom-printed Swedish fabric. And if Lady Danna saw me right now, she’d lose her goddamn mind.
“Well, are you going to come over here, or am I just going to sit here in my most vulnerable state?” Cal asked.
I kicked off my shorts and panties as if defiantly announcing I was ready and climbed onto the couch. I slowly lowered myself down on top of Cal, easing into my pleasure.
“You alright?” Cal cupped my face in his hands.
“I’m great,” I kissed him.
I slowly ground against him, feeling how deep he filled me as I did. It felt glorious! I was going to get off twice in two days. That was more than I’d gotten off in as many years! I bit his lip as I slowly bobbed.
Cal pulled back. “You are greedy, Daphne.”
“You like me greedy,” I said.
Words poured out of me. When within five feet of Cal’s beautiful and available cock, I turned into a different woman altogether.
Cal ran his hands to my breasts.
“Take your top off,” he pled.
“Why?”
“Daphne, in all the times we’ve done this, I’ve never seen your nipples. I bet they are glorious.”
Nervous to be completely naked—even with a man who had had all of me in other ways—I peeled my shirt off. I hadn’t put a bra on this morning, so my breasts bobbed freely as I ground on Cal’s hard cock.
“Fucking hell, Daphne,” Cal groaned. “You are the most beautiful thing. Why didn’t you?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. He met me, playing with my nipples.
He leaned down at an impossible angle to suck my nipple before I could even stop him. As Cal gently licked, then sucked, my eyes rolled back. Why did that feel so good? As he sucked one nipple, he thumbed the other with his hand, enhancing the sensation.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I gasped. “You don’t think they’re… odd.”
Cal dropped my breast and met my gaze, eyes assured. “Odd? They’re fucking perfect.”
I tossed my self-doubt aside and gripped the back of the couch forcefully. I wanted to take him deeper, so I ground harder. My breath quickened as my sweaty palms gripped the couch for dear life. Cal never gave up, focused entirely on my beautiful climax. He read every breath, every moan, and every twitch of my body to see how he could better serve me.
“Cal!” I cried, gripping the couch. “Oh my God. Oh my God!”
I came hard, feeling like I couldn’t breathe—but in the best way. As I began to scream, Cal pulled away, silencing me with a kiss. I moaned into his mouth as I came down, his right hand still rolling my nipple gently. I pulled back, eyes somehow heavy with overwhelm.
“I fucking love listening to you cum, Daphne. You’re such a bad girl.”
“I… oh… fuck.” Nothing made sense. I was beyond help.
“What, princess? Cat got your tongue?”
I nodded.
Cal kissed me again as he bobbed me on his lap like a ragdoll. He used me, but I’d never felt so good about being used. I threw my head back, gripping his shoulders.
“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” Cal asked.
“Uh-huh,” I panted, close again.
“You better go soon, Daph. Because with your tits in my face, I’m not going to last.”
“Think of the Cubs or something,” I said. “Think of them losing the playoffs.”
“You’re cruel, Daphne.”
“Cruel or…” I was close. “Cruel or… realistic.”
“I don’t want realistic, Daphne. You’re a fucking fantasy.”
I found that hard to believe but very flattering. And the more I watched Cal watch me, the more I grasped he wanted me—this—more than ever before. I was a goddess suddenly in charge of her pleasure. I could use him as much as I wanted to get off. He handed me this in a way no one ever had.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Cal!”
“Yeah, cum for me, Daphne,” Cal growled. “Make a mess for me, princess.”
He drove me mad every time he called me princess. I was already too far gone, screaming for mercy to whatever God I prayed to. I dug my nails into his shoulders as Cal bobbed me and buried his face in my shoulder. As he came, I moved my hand to feel his heart racing. I’d done that to him. I’d unwound him.
Cal smiled. “Daph, you are… fucking amazing. It was just as good as I remember it being.”
“You… remember it?”
“You don’t?” He looked offended.
I giggled. “I do. I tried not to for years. But… I did.”
Cal smacked my ass. “Let me take care of this. Jesus, woman. You’re too much.”